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eveningepiphany · 1 year

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far from sober | H.S

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part II

summary: you’re incredibly drunk, and when you are it comes with you having an obscene lack of a filter. harry being the sweetheart he is, is trying to get you back into your hotel room in one piece. he was not ready for you to be so touchy.

warnings: alcohol consumption, drunk people (including close family members), fluff, sexual tension, brothers best friend, drunk crying lol

a/n: sorry I haven’t posted properly in a while! here’s a shorter piece while I work on some more stuff <3 plenty to come x

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Saying you were a bit drunk was a drastic understatement.

You were stumbling all over the place, heels becoming impractical now you were so intoxicated.

Harry, who knew you were going out with some of your family and friends tonight at the bar, had no idea what he was coming back to.

You don’t remember actually intending to get this drunk, but your Aunty had been egging the group on to do some shots, and before you know it you’re well past tipsy. Even your mum was getting drunker than you’d seen in years.

So all the other boys who’d gone out— including Harry— walk into the hotel bar. It was as chic as the lobby, just adorning some more neon signs and rustic bar stools.

Harry had gone out with them to look at a heap of shit that you and your female family members had little interest in. They’d insisted you all stay and just have a couple cocktails, since it was a holiday after all.

It was to their surprise when your same eager aunt bounded up to them when they popped through the door to the bar. They had expected tipsy, but not hammered.

“Oh my god!! You guys will not believe how good the cocktails are here!” She swooned, and they all glanced at each other with an amused chuckle.

“I think I just might believe it.” One of the boys piped up.

Most of them dispersed to find their significant others, family or friends amidst the bar, and see how much chaos was being caused.

But you’d b-lined straight for Harry, regardless of whether he was seeking you out.

His brows shot up when you collided with his side, “Harry!”

Your arms wrap around his middle and you end up latching onto him, practically using him to keep yourself upright.

“Oh!” He speaks in surprise, hands jumping up to brace around your lower back.

“Are you absolutely hammered too, love?” He chuckles and you bury your face into his chest.

“Yeaaaaa…” you drawl, a smile spreading onto your face.

“Everyone else is rounding up their partners. Suppose I’m in charge of you, yea?” He suggests, rubbing your back.

“Wanna—“ you hiccup, “have a drink with me?”

He shakes his head with amusement, “I think you’ve had plenty, sweetheart. We should get you back to your room.”

Most of your drunk family were getting escorted out by their respective people, being taken up to their hotel room before they can drink themselves any sillier.

This included your brother, Leon, who had his longtime girlfriend pulled into his side, holding her half up and laughing a little at her drunken slur.

He came to a stop when he seen both of you, eyes flitting between your two figures. A small twitch of his brows suggested he wasn’t sure of how he felt about the sight.

“You got her?” He asks, a protective edge to his voice. One that drunken you missed easily as you stayed plastered against him— which is something sober you would not do in general, let alone in front of your brother.

Harry nodded straight away, understanding his defensiveness over you since he feels the same about Gemma. He said softly, “Of course, I’ve got her mate. I’ll take her up to her room.”

Leon glanced at you again. Harry and him met when they were 9, and they’ve been best friends since then. He trusts Harry with his own life, and knows he’d never ever do anything that would hurt you, but his protective side is still flaring up.

Only when his girlfriend, Brie, complains of feeling nauseous he curtly nods, and continues heading for the door.

You are again, oblivious to all this, running your fingers along the tattoos exposed on his forearm— his sleeves rolled up to his elbows— putting his gorgeous skin out on display for you.

“I loveee your arms.” You slur, and his eyes shoot from the door back down to you.

He rarely sees you this drunk, and you’re suddenly very close— making comments that for many reasons are bringing a flush to his face.

“Y/N, Jesus you’re hammered.” He shakes his head, still smiling.

He slowly starts walking, “Cmon, let’s go. Y’brother is expecting me to get you back to your room in one piece.”

“You definitely won’t have a drink with me?” You whine, taking a few steps backwards trying to tug him in the direction of the bar instead of the door.

“Nope. Maybe tomorrow if you can even stomach alcohol.” He pushes the doors from the dimly lit bar open, and leads you into the back of the lobby that it’s connected to.

You squint at the dramatic change in lighting, which is hardly helping your sense of perception, or lack thereof, from the alcohol.

Harry’s hand has taken yours though, leading you to an elevator.

You noticed how warm it was, smooth against yours, aside from the rougher pads of his fingers from the years of playing guitar.

Being so off it, you could not keep that thought to yourself.

“Your hands are so soft, H. Like silk.” You say as you walk into the first elevator to open, squeezing his hand.

“First time anyone’s ever told me they feel like silk. I’m flattered.” He smiles, squeezing back.

“what floor are y’on, by the way? D’ya even remember— or are we a bit too wasted for numbers?” A teasing lilt is in his voice.

You half-laugh half-hiccup, “it’s… 7…?”

“You hardly sound certain about that.” He nudges you with a laugh, “It’s 12, we’re on the same one, remember.”

You laugh much harder than any sober person would, which makes it funnier to him. Since it was a mediocre joke at best.

You’re still laughing as you touch his chest with your palm, “you’re not funny.”

His gaze travels down to it, and he’s shocked at how touchy you are. You never do shit like this when you’re sober. His own amusement quickly takes the back seat, even though you’re still giggling.

However your face falls shortly after, laced with a curious gaze as you slide the neck of his long sleeve to the side, in search for the swallows inked onto his collar bones.

He watches as your eyes wander the small expanse of skin there, and how your fingers brush the tattoos.

“Having fun?” He asks, trying to joke again, but really he’s undeniably a little worked up.

“Yah, heaps.” You snap your gaze back up to him as you enthusiastically nod.

He hates the fact he’s blushing so hard right now over this, since you’re drunk and not completely in control, but he at the end of the day is a man with a very pretty girl— which happened to be you— pulling at his top like she wants it off him.

You hum to yourself, “Have such a pretty neck.” And you trail your hand up it, running a finger over his adams apple.

The elevator door opens like a blessing, and he quickly moves to make distance between the two of you.

“Can you remember your room number, darling? That’s one thing I actually don’t know.” He looks to you as you follow him out with clumsy moments.

“Uh… I dunno— wait I think the keycard is in my purse.”

He laughs at this— wondering if it will come to you in time once you sober up.

“Fuckkk.” You groan. “My purse is in Molly’s big handbag.”

The groan soon turns into a whine, because drunk and being slightly inconvenienced is not a good pair.

“It’s ok!” He amends quickly, trying to keep from having a drunken meltdown on his hands, “We’ll just got back to mine, only if you’re comfortable?”

He quickly prepares for you to not want that, “otherwise— I’ll call her, she didn’t seem too wasted, I’m sure she can—“

He’s interrupted by you, “I don’t mind going back with you.”

You say it with a confused look on you face, a tiny pout on your lips.

“Why would I be uncomfortable going with you?”

“Because… well— I’m not sure. I just wanted to leave you with other options.”

It’s not like you haven’t spent time alone together before— you’ve actually spent plenty, but just never with you drunk.

And so touchy.

“No. It’s ok. I love being with you!” You chuckle.

He leads you down the hall, pulling the keycard from his back pocket once he reaches his room, 3313.

The door clicks open, and he holds it open for you, following you in shortly after.

You’re still unstable on your feet, and one look at those heels, he’s surprised you haven’t ended up on the floor in the last ten minutes

They’re practically a health and safety issue. He can not imagine you getting them off right now— which is exactly what you’re about to bend over and attempt.

Before you can throw off your centre of gravity, he quickly says, “Go sit on the bed.”

You glance back over your shoulder, face only lit by the light from the lamp in the corner of the room.

“That’s a little forward, don’t you think, Harry?”

He toes off his own shoes, shaking his head immediately at your drunken misconception of what he asked.

“So I can take your shoes off.”

You make the few steps left to the bed safely, and you sit at the edge of it, still giggling as you say, “just my shoes, huh?”

“Yes.” He walks over, kneeling down on one knee, pulling your heeled foot up onto the strength of his thigh.

He fiddles momentarily with the laced up string, warm hands splayed on your calf, and choosing to ignore the way your dress is riding up your thighs.

Christ. This is harder than he thought.

“I forget how hot you are sometimes.” You deadpan, and his jaw goes a little lax.

You’re usually playful, yes, but never do you breach into territory like this.

It was only others, like those at a family gathering, or your close friends, that would push to get stuff like that out of you like they were matchmakers.

There were many times that barbecues or some kind of event held at yours, Leon would invite Harry over. And if the two of you even interacted for just a second, someone in your family circle would tease you. Especially your own damn brother— it was a constant streamline of snarky comments from him.

“You are so drunk.” He mumble while pulling up your other foot.

You ignore his statement, thinking back to when he was a boy to now. He was cute— always was— but the way he looks now is just unmatchable.

“Have you always looked so… like… this?”

He chuckles, almost nervous, “what does question that even mean?”

“So pretty.” You clarify after a moment of trying to find the word.

“Ah, you’re only saying that because you’re plastered up the walls.” He laughs, and a dimple popped on his cheek, and your hand jumped into action before you could even think about it.

“Noooo, sober me thinks that too. She thinks you’re more than pretty.” You say, cupping his jaw, gently tracing the dimple that popped up.

He doesn’t know how to interpret any of this. His heart is jumping in his chest, and he’s trying to reason its genuinely just the alcohol in your system.

He holds eye contact as he slips off your other shoe, placing in neatly next to the other.

He stays there for a moment, unprepared for your next question.

“Can I kiss you?”

She’s drunk, she’s drunk, she’s drunk…

“You’re drunk, sweetheart.” He says, and it’s painful— because he wants to, so fucking bad, but you’re not in a state to consent to literally anything at the moment.

And especially not in the mind frame to be making decisions like this.

You lean forward anyway, before he has a chance to avoid it, managing to meet his lips on your own terms.

He caved for a brief flash of time, and allows a second for himself to feel it, no longer than that though. Just a mere moment to take in the warm, soft feeling of your lips on his. It takes so much strength for him to not kiss you back, he has to focus on the task at hand— sobering you up and getting you safely asleep.

He pulls back after that single moment, leaving his forehead against yours, “baby, I know, I really…” he cuts himself off.

A deep inhale and he stands up, “Not tonight. Cmon, let’s get you out of your dress. You can wear something of mine.”

He walks over to his suitcase, anything to remove you from his sight for a moment, to reset his thought process. He pulls out a tshirt and pair of gym shorts, hoping they won’t be too big on you.

Turning back around, he convinces himself he’s fine. Placing the clothes from his bag on the bed beside you, his hands come under your arms, helping you stand up on flat feet for the first time in hours.

You lean into the touch, turning around so he can undo the back of your dress.

The feeling of his fingers brushing your back have you going wild, and the way they gently slide the zipper of your dress down.

His eyes lock with the back of your lacy bralette and he chooses not to follow your skin any further down.

You use your hands to slip the straps off your shoulders— and very quickly the dress is pooling at your feet.

A shaky inhale passes through his nose as now you stand in just your underwear and a seemingly very pretty bralette.

He reaches and picks up his shirt from the foot of the bed.

“Do you want to… take this off before…?” He gestures to your bralette when he catches your eyes.

You nod, reaching behind you to undo the clasp and allowing it to slip from your shoulders to the floor.

Harry puts all his focus on getting the tshirt over your head to cover you up.

Once it’s over your whole frame, you can’t help but smile.

He’s so nervy and cute around you.

“Thanks, Harry.” You smile, suddenly feeling an overwhelming amount of adoration for him hit you.

It inflated up in your chest, and bubbled deep into the pit of your stomach.

It killed Harry to watch it happen, and although he had no idea what kind of thoughts were going on in your head, just seeing you light up like that…

You wrapped your arms around his middle again, just like you did when you ran up to him in the bar.

He placed his hands in your hair this time, taking in your scent— which was mixing with his own now that your were in his shirt.

“Love, if you were sober right now. God.” He confesses.

“Im sober enough.” You beg, even though it’s such a lie.

He still shakes his head against you, “‘M not gonna be that guy, Y/N. I have waited years just to have you. I can wait another night. Or week. Or a whole ‘nother year if that’s what it takes.”

This hits you hard.

And it felt like your 15 year old self could hear it up in the confines of your head it rung through you that loudly.

She loved him then, more than she’d ever admit. And sure, you’ve grown up from 15, but yet never once did you grow out of him.

As noted earlier, being drunk and inconvenienced is not a good pair. But being drunk and having someone say or do something sentimental like that is another level.

Tears immediately start to fall from your eyes, and he feels your chest shake at the sudden outburst of emotion.

He pulls back, thinking he’s done something wrong, or said the wrong thing, and an apology was immediately on the tip of his tongue.

But relief thrums through him as you tug him right back into the hug, “that’s— that’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

“The nicest thing a boys ever told me.”

“Sweetheart.” He coos as you cry, his own voice wobbly with emotion.

He feels like he’s on a roller coaster. 5 minutes ago it seemed all he could think about was the unspeakable things wanted to do to you, and now he just wants to lay you down and hold you until you fall asleep.

He forgets the shorts on the foot of the bed, shuffling the two of you up to where the head of it is— which was still unmade from last night when he’d slept in it.

He tugs you into it, pulling you tightly too his chest as your heads hit the pillows.

And he just hugs you.

Eventually, your crying subsides off, and you enter an indescribably calm state.

“I love you. I don’t even know if you’re going to remember this in the morning.” He sighs, “but fuck, I love you.”

“I love you too, Harry.” You whisper, before your eyes begin to fall heavy, and those words were the last to leave your lips before you fell asleep.

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PART II, found here

a/n pt2:

back again guys, hello!

this is like an extended a/n, but I have a lil update. I saw harry for the very first time live 3 weeks ago. it was so so incredible, and the experience was by far the best time of my life. I miss harry so much i just feel sick ugh. he is perfect. auslot was amazing, he absolutely gave us his all.

that’s why I’ve been so absent on here, literally coping with my pcd a day at a time. I’ve written heaps but nothing I’m 100% happy with haha.

but anyways I just thought I’d share, thank you so much for your continued support and know there is plenty in the works x

all my love, <3

#harry styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles oneshot #best friend!harry #fanfiction #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fluff #harry styles x reader #harry styles x y/n #best friends brother #harry styles smut #harry styles writing #harry styles x you #best friends to lovers #friends to lovers #drunk! y/n

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misterbartender · 1 year

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Mortal Kombat 11 x Dark! Caster Reader Intro Banter

(Gender Neutral)

The Reader in this scenario will be a Dark Caster (a dark witch/wizard/warlock/sorcerer/etc..) paired with Mortal Kombat 11 characters. Yes, retconned Sindel will be used here because I thought it would be better for this scenario.

Kombatants: Kano, Erron Black, Skarlet, Shang Tsung, Sindel, Johnny Cage, Cassie Cage, Noob Saibot/Bi-Han

Warnings: (Some suggestive themes) not proofread

KANO:

KANO: I intend to make a fortune by taking your head.

Y/N: And I intend to make you my slave.

KANO: (with a filthy, smug grin) Kinky.

Y/N: Like hell I would let you tear out my organs.

KANO: Oh there’s another way I can rearrange your guts, love.

Y/N: ...How big is that knife?

Y/N: So you are the head of The Black Dragon? How filthy.

KANO: And dangerous, love. You’d also make a fine Black Dragon.

Y/N: Hmm bet I can tame you then. (smirks)

ERRON BLACK:

ERRON BLACK: You casted a hell of a spell on me darlin’.

Y/N: And now you’re mine, cowboy.

ERRON BLACK: You’re wicked… I like that. (smirks)

Y/N: How much is on my head, Erron Black?

ERRON BLACK: Billions, and I won’t quit just ‘cause you have a pretty face.

Y/N: Glad we’re on the same page, pretty boy, I’ll make you plead for mercy.

ERRON BLACK: I could take you out for a ride ’round Outworld.

Y/N: I’m more interested in the “save a horse, ride a cowboy” deal.

ERRON BLACK: (tips hat with a smirk) Say no more sweetheart.

SKARLET:

SKARLET: So much power running through those veins.

Y/N: I could give you a taste, Skarlet.

SKARLET: And more?

Y/N: Join me, Skarlet, and I will teach you the secrets of Blood Magic that not even Shao Kahn knows.

SKARLET: You think I would betray Shao Kahn as one of his daughters?

Y/N: He has been holding you back, my dear.

Y/N: That hunger of yours can also be a weakness.

SKARLET: Blood has made me powerful. (narrows eyes)

Y/N: With my powers, you will feel hunger no more.

SHANG TSUNG:

SHANG TSUNG: Together with our powers, we could be ruling the realms.

Y/N: And how will I know you will not betray me?

SHANG TSUNG: Only a fool would do that to a beautiful creature like you.

Y/N: Are you here for my soul, Shang Tsung?

SHANG TSUNG: Only your heart, Y/N.

Y/N: It is black as the darkest of nights.

SHANG TSUNG: I could give you anything you desire.

Y/N: For what price?

SHANG TSUNG: You, by my side.

SINDEL:

SINDEL: The great Dark Caster.

Y/N: Beautiful as you are wicked.

SINDEL: Coming from you, that is the highest praise one could receive.

Y/N: You’re still with that oaf?

SINDEL: He is far greater than that weakling Jerrod.

Y/N: If I come back with his head, will that sway you?

Y/N: Well well, Empress Sindel (turns around and smiles)

SINDEL: Kneel. (smirks)

Y/N: I do not kneel. But I can provide other...services...if you wish, my lady.

JOHNNY CAGE:

JOHNNY CAGE: Are you the bad kind or the sexy kind?

Y/N: Both. (smirks)

JOHNNY CAGE: Woo! Well I’m in trouble.

JOHNNY CAGE: So uh... did you use a broomstick to get here?

Y/N: Cage, we do not all use brooms.

JOHNNY CAGE: Well if you need one, you can ride mine.

Y/N: That power you possess comes from a line of powerful warriors.

JOHNNY CAGE: Awesome-ness is in my blood.

Y/N: I’ll gladly take it from your hands you arrogant fool.

CASSANDRA CAGE:

CASSANDRA CAGE: So… are we playing Light as a feather, stiff as a board?

Y/N: (rolls eyes) Just like your father, living in your movies.

CASSANDRA CAGE: Maybe I should start calling you Nancy Downs

Y/N: So you’re the one that defeated Shinnok?

CASSANDRA CAGE: Impressed? Or scared that you’re next in line for an ass kicking?

Y/N: Oh but you stand before a beast far greater than Shinnok by many levels.

CASSANDRA CAGE: Come on, stop with the villain shit so we can go out.

Y/N: Negative, darling, wreak havoc with me.

CASSANDRA CAGE: Is that really all you do?

BI-HAN/NOOB SAIBOT:

BI-HAN: Come join us in the darkness.

Y/N: My time above is not yet over, Bi Han.

BI-HAN: We will conquer it together with our army of shadows.

Y/N: The dark is where I belong, in the end.

BI-HAN: The shadows yearn for your touch.

Y/N: The touch of death?

BI-HAN: There is only room for one force of darkness.

Y/N: Me. Now go home to your brother.

BI-HAN: You know nothing!

#mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat #Mortal Kombat 11 #mk11 x reader #mk x reader #kano x reader #Erron Black x reader #skarlet x reader #shang tsung x reader #sindel x reader #johnny cage x reader #cassie cage x reader #bi han x reader #noob saibot x reader

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luvstarss · 12 days

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can I have a request with jj maybank x shy! reader where you work at the beach in a bar or something like that and stares at him all the time bc you're afraid to ask him out and he gives a typical jj answer for stalking him and you're upset & avoiding him. until kie tells JJ he's wrong it's just you're in awe? Fluff ending please 🥺

You can write it like you want, just an idea! Love it anyway

Oblivious

JJxReader

Warnings:Alchohol.Talk about sex I guess?

I'm working behind the counter as I watch JJ pick out some surf gear "You're staring"my co-worker Leah chimes in "Hm what?"I say as I snap out of my train of thought. She just laughs and continues to stock shelves.

JJ had been coming into the store almost every day for the last few weeks buying random shit like surf wax or a new shark necklace. He comes up to the counter "Just them please" he says as he looks at me with a smile "You've been coming here a lot recently"I giggle with a smile "Surf season coming up good waves and shit I gotta prepare" he replies with a cheesy grin.

I round up his items "fifteen dollars fifty"I say as I open the register "fuck I've only got 10 hold em' for me ?I'll come back to pay for the rest" he replies as he looks through his pockets embarrassment painted on his face."you're good"I say with a small smile "what?"he says looking up “don't worry about it take it as my discount"I say "oh-Thankyou so much"he says with a warm smile as I give him his stuff and he leaves the surf shop.

Timeskip

“You sure I look okay Ames?”I say in an unsure tone to my best friend Amy as I look in the mirror pulling my dress down and doing what I can to make myself feel more comfortable in the short skin tight material “bitch you look so fucking good” she says as she stares back at me through the reflecting in the mirror.

“don’t worry JJ will love it” she adds with a teasing grin. I give her an unimpressed look through the mirror “I fucking hate the fact I like him” I reply as I brush out the curls in my hair “Can’t help true love” she says with the same teasing grin still painted on her face.

Me and Amy finish up getting ready and head to the boneyard. As we walk onto the sand the sweet smell of alcohol and weed fills my senses. We go over to the keg and fill up our cups. As I look around grasping my surroundings I lock eyes with a familiar blonde boy standing with his usual group of friends wearing his signature grey cargo shorts and black tank top. I immediately look away and turn back to Amy.

“are u even listening?”she scoffs “I-yeah”I reply my tone sounding a lot more unsure than I intended “girl go over there”she grins as she follows my gaze to JJ “No way shut up”I respond with an eye roll.

Somehow throughout the night me and Amy had migrated around the bomb fire with JJ and his group of friends just laughing and talking to each other the alcohol taking slight effect slowly but surely. Me and Jj keep catching each other’s eyes but I ignore it and keep talking to other people surrounding us.

“JJ you just can never admit you’re in the wrong dumbass” Kiara giggles as she sips her drink. “No, she practically tried to fuck me on the fucking sand!”He defends “I mean I wouldn’t have said no to a hot kook” he adds with his signature toothy grin. I feel my cheeks rush in slight jealousy. Amy gives me a look. “JJ you need to get over her” John B. chimes in “Her dad's like a rich kook who owns the whole entire neighbourhood “John b adds deflating JJ's ego.

I get up and go back over to the keg to fill up my cup. Amy jogs over to me “You okay?” she says scanning my face for a signal of how I feel “What? oh yeah, all good” I reply with a small smile “He’s being an ass don’t worry” She says referring to jj talking about that girl “Amy me and JJ have had like two conversations I have no right at all to be jealous and shit “I reply as I run my hand through my hair “so your jealous?” she clocks with a smirk “bitch shut up” I scoff with a grin as we go back over to the group.JJ shouts my name “Hm?”I respond confused as I look at the blonde .

He looks at Kiara then back at me “Your a kook if you were my girl-“He begins clearly trying to prove another point to John B or some shit before he can finish Kiara hits him in the arm “what did I do!”he responds in a defensive tone. I laugh it off as I sip my drink.

Me and Amy end up wondering off from the group I see Kiara talking to JJ.

“JJ she obviously fucking likes you!”Kiara says as she hits JJ arm “Stop fucking hitting me!and no she doesn’t!”he says defending himself“you’re so oblivious”Kiara sighs “You don’t see it because your a guy”she adds “I-cam does not like me your just being weird”he scoffs “fucking talk to her JJ”Kiara adds as she goes off to talk to John B.

Im just stood with Amy as we talk and sip on our drink when I see the blonde slightly stumble over to us “Cam can I talk to you?”JJ speaks as he look between me and Amy . Me and Amy just give each other a look “I-um sure”I reply confused . Amy nods as she walks away back over to the bombfire. “What’s up?”I say confusion still laced in my voice . “Do u like me?shit- I don’t know how do do all this shit-Kiara said you liked me”he says as I runs his hand over his face in embarrassment .

“I-well -“I begin. “I like you and I feel really bad talking about that girl in front of you earlier. Kiara told me and it was a total dick move”he says as he scans my face for a sign of hesitance “wow JJ captain of hookups actually likes a girl?”I grin teasingly.He gives me a look with a grin spread on his face “I like you too Maybank”I laugh “Soo does this mean free shit from the surf shop?”He grins as he throws an arm around me .

Hate the ending of this sooo much. I hope this fits the request enough I tried. Thankyou for the request 💞

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kanmom51 · 1 year

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Those JM and JK being ‘subtle’ moments - Part 6

Part 6 of maybe (?) more to come that is.

Or...

A page from JM and JK’s book of “How do we do the couple in the group without others noticing it (or so they thought)”.

cr./to the owners of the media in this post.

Let’s start with Jikook selfies.

Innocent looking, not hot boyfies posing what so ever.

Super subtle... 🤣🤣

Why don’t we start with the piece de resistance?

This was literally shown at the BTS exhibition. The lighting. The pose. The angle of the camera. The sultry eyes, swollen lips, JK looks like he might not be wearing a top, JM’s upper body seems to be blacked out (there are photos circulating with JM bare chest but they seem to be an edited version of the actual photo that was shown at the exhibition, said photo with JM’s chest blacked out).

Nothing sus what so ever.

Ok then...

And this one...Bon Voyage Hawaii. The night they slept in their own room together, after JK ‘lost’ the game they were playing not on purpose at all (wink wink). No, seriously guys, he’s absolute shit at that game, he didn’t lose on purpose, and that definitely wasn’t a happy dance he was dancing there after not losing the game on purpose...

This is the only documentation of them in that room. No cameras entered that room (other than their own). And if they did, we definitley did not get to see any of the footage (unlike our footage from their ITS night escapades).

Let’s round up this part (the selfies) with a not at all bf selfie coming off their Tokyo trip.

Moving on... to other very subtle, not “I have bf privileges at all”, moments...

Like these ones here...

Where’s your hands at Mr. Jeon? Where you going with those hands of yours, eh?

And once again staff member’s back to the rescue...

Everything that followed in that moment was definitely not boyfriendie either. Not JM’s reaction, nor JK’s scolding. Nope.

And if hands is what we’re talking about, what is it you are doing with your hand Mr. Park? Not to mention that insistent JK claiming what’s his, no matter the cost (in this case a hit to the privates).

Ok, so here they were definitely caught off guard. JM’s reaction was smooth like butter. It’s JK, same JK that was caught just leaning into JM staring up at him. Same JK that 'walked away’ from the whole thing stress written all over his face while hyperventilating.

Yes, it looks like a pretty intimate moment. JK looking up at JM, not the camera. But his reaction, that panic you can see on his face...

JK being real subtle teasing his boyfriend. Cause man, boy was sucking on that corn ice cream, like his life depended on it.

All while:

But JM, he got this:

Run editors: “Such a jokester”...

Ok, and what joke is that exactly? You know, the not gay one, that is.

Now to the special relationship between JK and JM’s butt.

We have the stares.

And we have the smacks.

Not the first or last time we talk about this, but you see, there are those very special moments where you look and go: “well, that’s REALLY too much”. Even for the butt loving JK, who will hit any butt (well of the people he knows, loves and that won’t have him charged for sexual harassment, that is). JM does have a very special affiliation with JM’s back side, and I have spoken many a times about it, with MULTIPLE examples, lol.

But, pun intended, these few examples are JK kind of crossing a line between what can be perceived as a friendly butt tap and a whatever you wanna call what he was doing, lol.

Oh, and do I have to talk about JM’s reactions too?

Shall we start?

And side note: I’m not gonna describe each and every one of these, mainly because they are beyond description, lol.

The difference between the members reactions is priceless. Hobi smiling and laughing, cause it’s real funny. Is it though? Cause Jin doesn’t seem to think it is, lol.

And then you have the others just ignoring it, like it ain’t happening in the room and on camera.

I also kind of wonder how these moments made it to the content. I guess there is just so much you can cut...

You know what?

Scratch that. It’s not suspicious at all. Super subtle. You see, JK, he missed out on his boxing workout on those days, and what better boxing bag than JM’s ass(et)? See? Super innocent.

But then, what do we call this?

Or this, for that matter? Cause believe you me, I’ve been racking my brains to find a logical, or even semi-logical explanation for this one, and even my criminal mind has not yet found a way to explain this one off.

As I was about to wrap it up this moment just revealed itself, and although I have already posted it in my Coway clip post, I couldn’t pass the opportunity, not with this JK supposedly being ‘subtle’ post, right?

This man, a one Mr. Jeon Jungkook, has mastered the art of finding his way to JM’s side. Near or far, no obstacle will stand in his way, not even a leader or a very scary Suga. In this case, at the sight of a walking away Mr. Park Jimin. He notices and speeds into action. Road Runner is no match for a one Mr. Jeon Jungkook. Not with a Park Jimin in sight.

To be continued? You guys tell me.

But I do need your help. Send me moments and ideas you would like to see in this series of posts. You can leave them in the comments or DM me.

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mistress-ofmagic · 1 year

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Around the Realms in 80 days- Chapter 18

Pairing: Reader x Loki

Story summary: You have fallen through a portal during the convergence into Asgard and come face to face with Thor, and his brother Loki. With no way to return, you must travel with the two men and their hoard of asgardian soldiers to get back home. Things get from bad to worse when you have to share a tent with the god of mischief himself.

Notes: Oh hi there! Welcome to another chapter (this Is pretty good timing for me, two chapters in a month? Who says I don't feed you! This was a fun chapter to write, I did a lil bit of breaking the 4th wall here lol! I know a lot of you hated Latte to begin with because she was a lil nervy and didn’t always stick up for herself (Im only going off on what I would be like guys lmao some of us are very soft and not at all brave or heroic) and I know she’s a bit of a reluctant hero or an anti-hero, she'd much rather be chilling somewhere with her coffee than faced with this shit!

Anyway, enjoy!

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Jesus Christ…” You muttered under your breath as you stormed off, leaving Stark Towers behind you.

“Uh…Latte?”

You span round to face Oliver, who was having to do a fast pace walk to catch up with you.

“What?” You asked rather sharper than you intended.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, that’s so embarrassing. It’s been…”

“Stressful morning?” Oliver grinned good-naturedly.

You sighed. “Kind of.”

“I can’t imagine. Where do you want to go?”

“Honestly I don’t know the city at all.” You forced a smile, trying to forget L-O-K-I and enjoy the rest of your day.

“Where would you recommend?”

Oliver smiled again. He was a smiley person, you noticed. Unlike he-who-shall-not-be-named who usually looked unimpressed at best, especially when you were around. He looked cute again today; it felt strange seeing him without his lab coat on, as if he was missing something somehow. He was wearing jeans and a graphic tee-shirt, his brown hair tousled again as if he constantly runs his hands through it, and his hazel eyes seemed to light up when he smiled. His face was open and sincere, again unlike Loki who was closed and harsh. Maybe there was something to be said of their life experiences though; while you didn’t know much about Oliver and his life, you doubted he had ever tried to take over an entire planet and been defeated and imprisoned.

Still…suppose you can never be too careful. Enough tinder dates had taught you that.

You realised you had been staring at him and hadn’t listened at all to his response.

“Sorry, what did you say?” You asked sheepishly.

He laughed, “I suggested we could go to the museum of modern art? Or if you would prefer to just see some sights we could go to times square…?”

“Museum sounds good. Sorry, I’m a little distracted.”

He chucked as you started heading off in the direction of the museum together. The day continued to be pleasant enough and you actually began to enjoy your stroll despite the way the morning had gone.

Oliver broke the cordial silence.

“So then, I guess the number one question…how did you get landed with the task of being Loki’s…companion?”

“Companion?” You screwed your face up.

Oliver laughed, “well, whatever you’d call your relationship.”

“I try not to call it anything.” You muttered under your breath.

You begin to explain the situation to Oliver, and the rollercoaster that was yours and Loki’s so called “relationship”.

Oliver gave a low whistle after you finally finished regaling him with your sorry tale of woe.

“Man…that’s heavy.”

“Horrible isn’t it.” You sighed glumly.

“I can’t believe you got kidnapped!”

“Kidnapped, bullied by trolls, meeting Loki, it’s been the worst of times.”

He laughed and you scowled at him.

“It’s not funny, my life is a Shakespearen tragedy.”

“No no, of course not, I’m sorry. Is meeting Loki really as bad as being attacked by trolls?”

“Far, far worse.”

For some reason, Oliver seemed to think you were joking and laughed.

But…you do seem to find yourself in some scrapes don’t you.”

“Scrapes find me, I am merely a passive entity to which disaster finds.”

“I find that a little difficult to believe, given that by the sounds of it you basically begged to stay here.” Olivers eyes twinkled with good-hearted mirth.

“That’s…that’s beside the point.”

“Of course, of course. You know…I’m not so sure though.”

“About what?”

“If I didn’t know any better, and despite all your complaining, I’d say you rather enjoy traveling around with Loki.”

You spluttered, “What? What are you trying to say?”

“Loki this, Loki that. I’m just saying, for someone who hates him so, you do enjoy talking about him.”

You stared at him, horrified. An awful though suddenly appeared…over the past few weeks had you managed to pass the Bechdel test?

“That’s not…” The words got stuck in your throat.

Maybe Oliver could tell how nauseated you were because he said gently,

“I’m joking Latte. It sounds like you’ve been through hell and back. You’ve been so brave I’m not sure many people could do what you have done.”

You blushed and stuttered for a different reason.

“I’m sure that’s not true. Besides I didn’t really have a choice. Sink or swim I guess. I was pretty cowardly to begin with, I let Loki scare the shit out of me. I’m not…a brave person, I’m not particularly tough.”

“I would disagree, the story you just told me would suggest otherwise. Jesus knows I couldn’t have done half the things you did, I would have laid in the corner and cried.”

You snorted.

“Arguably, that’s pretty much what I’ve been doing.”

“You’re the hero, you have to go through some sort of journey.” Oliver winked at you.

“Oh please, I’m definitely the anti-hero, the people at home watching the inevitable film of my life will be screaming at the tv I’m sure.”

“Well, anti-hero or not, I’d watch that movie.”

You really wanted to make a snide comment about that making Loki the villain in this particular story, but you kept your mouth shut given that Oliver seemed to think you were infatuated with the Asgardian God. Definitely not true, by the way.

“Sure, ‘my life as the worlds worst avenger’ coming to cinemas soon.”

“I think I’d prefer ‘How to train your fire demon.’” Oliver joined in.

“Or, ‘Asgardian Psycho.” You snorted, thinking back to Loki.

“What about ‘An Earthling in Asgard?”

You grinned, “it’s good, but a little on the nose, plus I’m not just in Asgard anymore, I’m quite the realm traveler.”

“Fine then, how about ‘Around the Realms in 80 days.”

You laughed, “That’s not bad, you never know with the rate things are going I might end up doing just that.”

“How are you feeling about your upcoming trip?”

You sighed, a little wave of anxiety settling into your stomach.

“Pretty nervous. I’m not sure who I think I’m kidding being here in the first place, and now apparently I’m traveling to a dangerous realm of fire and brimstone, where I’ll probably get myself killed no doubt.” You paused,

“Sorry, I don’t mean to offload! It can’t be much worse than the current state of things anyway.”

“Please, don’t feel bad!”

“Maybe some modern art will cheer me up. Hey, actually, how did you find out my stupid nickname?” You asked, realising he had been calling you your misnomer.

Oliver laughed sheepishly,

“Well, I heard Thor call you that when he was talking to Stark yesterday.”

“Oh god, what did he say?”

“Only good things!” Oliver hurried to reassure you. “Just discussing your amazing performance with the demon in the cell.”

“Hm, I don’t believe you but for the sake of my self-esteem I won’t press further.”

After a short walk, you made it to the museum and followed Oliver inside. You insisted on paying for your own ticket, of course.

You had just about settled into an enjoyable afternoon, wandering around the exhibits when your phone starting beeping. You ignored it at first and then your phone started ringing.

You stared at it and blinked twice as Loki’s named popped up on your phone. It had also been him texting you apparently. The message flashed on your screen.

Loki: There’s an emergency

“Is everything okay? You look ill.” Oliver asked.

“This can’t be good.” You sighed. “Let me take this.”

You walked over to the entrance of the exhibit as to not disturb everyone there.

“Loki?”

“Hello little mortal, enjoying yourself on your, what do the young midgardians call it, A date?” Loki spoke lazily.

“Its not a date!” You hissed loudly into the phone, raising some eyebrows around you.

“It’s not a date.” You repeated again quietly as you turned your back.

“I think the lady doth protest too much.”

“Seriously what is wrong with you?”

“Not much, what’s up with you?”

You could basically feel Loki’s irritating grin through the phone.

“God you give me whiplash. What do you want Loki I’m busy.”

“Not too busy to pick up the phone I see.” You could hear a smug tone to his voice.

“I only picked it up because you said it was an emergency.”

“What emergency could I possibly need your help with.”

“Okay, goodbye Loki.”

“Wait, actually there is an emergency.”

You sighed and rubbed your forehead. Man, this god was going to turn you grey.

“What?” You snapped. You were in no doubt there was no emergency and Loki was ringing you to just mess with you.

There was a pause on the phone. You considered hanging up before he finally continued,

“Stark has arranged for a movie night tonight and we all have to attend.” In his defence Loki sounded very glum, as if something horrible had truly happened.

“That’s not an emergency Loki. Now excuse me while I go back to my not date.”

“Where are you?” He asked.

Your eyes narrowed suspiciously, and you looked around you, scared incase he popped up from behind a statue or something.

“Were in the museum of modern art. Why?”

“No need to sound so distrustful.” Loki sounded amused, “I had no idea you were such a connoisseur of fine art, you never struck me as the type.”

You bristled at his insinuation that you were not sophisticated enough to enjoy art.

“I actually love going to museums. Just because I don’t walk around acting like I’m the dogs bollocks doesn’t mean I’m not cultured.”

“Do you have to use such crass language when we speak?”

“Do we have to speak at all?” You retorted back, still scanning the room slightly just incase he showed up.

“I visited your planet with Odin and Thor when I was a child and we visited a place called Rome, they had a great number of many museums.”

“Oh? Was this when Julius Caesar was still in power?”

Loki ignored your comment,

“Of course, not as many as we have on Asgard. Since you are so interested in museums I can visit together the next time we visit.” He spoke lightly.

You paused, was Loki asking you out? And not just because he had to because of the whole babysitting thing?

“Uh, yeah. I guess I didn’t think that I would go back though, to Asgard. Odin wasn’t mighty pleased I was there in the first place.”

“Odin is not usually mighty pleased about anything, especially if I’m involved.” He kept his voice light and humorous, but there was something deeper underneath.

The admission came as a surprise, you weren’t that used to Loki speaking about his feelings (kind of) so easily and you were stumped for a response.

“Well New York has plenty of museums too.” You offered, unsure of what else to say.

“Indeed.”

The phone went quiet again. It really was unsettling how quickly the two of you seemed to go from arguing to tolerating each other, and even more unsettling, the occasional moments of companionship with a hint of friendship.

Not that you were sure he would put you in that category with the way he had recently snapped at you; when you’d tried to enquire about his parenthood and just before you came on this not date. Although he had also magicked your up a new wardrobe and seemed to get very upset when he thought you were dying so that had to count for something, right?

Come to think of it, you never actually really addressed the whole “friendship” thing after that long talk the other night on the balcony, where Loki had finally stopped acting like a dick for long enough as to apologise for his actions and have a serious conversation about where you stood with him. He had really opened up then, about how he felt about getting close to mortals. You supposed you couldn’t really be too shocked then, when he seemed to distance himself from you a little the last few days.

The hot and cold act was not enjoyable but was almost understandable if you saw things from his perspective. You just had to be careful not to get burnt or frozen in the process.

Not that anyone wants to look at things from Lokis perspective for too long, they’d get a migraine.

Look at you being all mature and shit!

You thought back to those nights of sharing a tent with Loki, it felt so long ago now despite not being long ago at all. You had been so scared of him then, so unsure of how he would react next.

Now? Well he was still a mystery and could still be a complete arse, but perhaps he was opening up to you, slowly. You needed to be patient but only to an extent right, he was obviously a complex guy; not that that gave him a right of passage to be a knob.

“What are you up to then now?” You asked.

To your surprise, Loki played along.

“Well now you’re gone I get to enjoy some peace and quiet for once, reading my books.”

You almost hit back with “so that’s why you called me then, is it?” But stopped yourself. You realised then that Loki was bored. That’s why he’d been so annoyed that you had spent the afternoon with Oliver. Probably.

I mean, aside from you and Thor, it’s not like he had a lot of friends from what you had seen. Another thing the two of you actually had in common. You didn’t have a lot of friends here either.

You bit down on your nails, an old habit you had whenever you felt anxious about something.

“Stop that dreadful noise or I shall put the phone down.”

Only paying half attention, you stepped back into someone and banged your side pretty hard.

“Ow, dickhead.” You muttered as they shot you a dirty look and walked off.

“What? What’s happening?” Loki barked.

“Oh nothing, just this asshole walking into me.”

“Was it that Midgardian boy?”

“What midgardian boy?” You asked absent-mindedly. “Oh shit, Oliver.” You suddenly remembered your not-date probably wondering what the hell you were doing.

“Anyway, I should get back to…I’ll see you later.”

“yes.” Loki said stiffly “I’d hate to keep you from your beau.”

“Nobody says beau anymore by the way. S’later.”

“Goodbye mortal.”

You hung up your phone and quickly went to rejoin Oliver.

“Hey, sorry I took so long.”

“Everything okay?”

“Literally fine, he just wanted to complain about Tonys movie night or something.”

“Look at you, movie nights with the Avengers!”

“I know, I’m going up in the world. Careful what you say to me now, I’ve got the force of Earths defenders on my side.”

Oliver chuckled and held his hands up.

“I see that. Remind me not to get on the wrong side of you.”

You turned back to the photography exhibit, wondering what it would actually be like to visit a museum with Loki one day.

***

You wandered back into the towers later that evening. After the museum, you had gone for a few drinks with Oliver and, as it was, you were feeling rather tipsy.

Actually, this was the second time you had been tipsy in the last few days, you reminded yourself, better not make it a habit.

Still, Oliver was cute, right?

Not rip-my-clothes-off-and-take-me cute, but cute all the same.

He was very sweet and funny too and although you maybe saw him as friend-material at the moment, that didn’t mean something couldn’t happen in the future. Plus it was nice to have a friend that wasn’t a hundred year plus old god.

You could get used to the city living, although there was a part of you that missed the Asgardian country side too.

The atrium into Stark Towers took your breath away, you felt far too unsophisticated to be staying there. It was not the sort of place you’d ever particularly imagined yourself but you were going to enjoy your time for as long as you had. Grinning, probably overly familiarly in your slightly drunken state, at the security and receptionists on the ground floor you made your way over to the lift, preparing to stand there for all of eternity due to the many floors. You decided to turn your phone back on to check for any messages you missed after turning your phone off earlier to save battery.

Two missed calls and a few texts from Loki?

Loki: When are you retuning mortal it is nearly dark?

Loki: Mortal?

Loki: Answer my calls right this instance or there will be consequences.

Loki: Loki, Prince of Asgard.

You snorted and replied.

You: Why did you text me your own name, weirdo. What’s up?

And for the fun of it, you sent him a little gif of the “wazup” scene in Scary Movie.

Making your way up the many floors in Starks state of the art lift, you waited for Loki to reply.

Loki: How dare you not answer me when I asked you to. Clearly, you needed reminding of who I am. Secondly, what, in all of the nine realms is that?

You: Firstly, I’m not just at your beck and call Loki, I was a bit busy. Secondly, It’s a gif. It’s just like a moving picture that you send to be funny.

Loki: Busy? With that midgardian boy? Disgusting. I didn’t find the moving picture particularly amusing. Please don’t send me one again.

You: Get your mind out of the gutter.

You were hit with a sudden inspiration. You quickly searched for the gif you wanted and found it. Who knew there were so many Loki gifs. The particular one you were after was Loki shouting “kneel” to the ground in Stuttgart during his last soiree to Earth.

Loki: ?

Loki: It is imperative that you tell me how you acquired this.

You laughed out loud to yourself, as you put your phone away wishing you could see Loki’s face as you had send that gif.

You figured, given the time, that Stark would have already started the film night, so you headed towards the most likely lounge areas on the penultimate floor. Your guess was right, and you could see through the glass doors the Avengers sat around watching what you were pretty sure was Kill Bill.

The sight made you giggle, and you remembered you needed to try very hard at not being a little bit drunk. You were pretty sure the Avengers all thought you were slightly strange to begin with, you needed to change their mind.

You shushed yourself aloud, and prepared to enter quietly and normally. Quietly and normally. Quietly and normally.

You pushed the door slightly and entered. So far so good, no one had particularly noticed you entering. Quiet and normal. Excellent. You scanned the room, looking for an empty seat. Your long distance eye sight wasn’t great as it is thanks to years of starting at screens and it was pretty dark, but you thought there was one free near Thor so you headed over silently.

That was, until, someone very rudely had put a pouff right in your way and you tripped up, slamming your knees into the side of a sofa.

“Shit” You yelled, rather loudly.

All the Avengers in the room turned and started at you.

“Nice of you to join us Wonderland, please come in.” Stark said, dryly.

You grinned wildly, deciding it best not to say anything, and took the closest seat.

“Mortal.” A low voice spoke to your left.

“Oh for gods sake” You muttered and glared at Loki for the audacity of sitting where you were now forced to sit.

Loki seemed amused by this reaction and smirked at you irritatingly. You glared even harder and then faced the TV.

“You’re back very late.” Loki spoke softly next to you, with a note of contention in his voice.

You decided to ignore him, and tried to focus on the film. You’d never actually seen Kill Bill all the way through and coming in half way was pretty confusing. Loki tried again.

“I hope you haven’t been fraternising with your mortal boy?”

“Stop accusing me of fraternising every three seconds, and it’s none of your business even if I was." You huffed out of the corner of your mouth, as to not disturb the rest of them.

Loki looked annoyingly happy that you had risen to the bait.

“I’m going to get popcorn.” You mumbled, and stood up to head towards the back of the room where the snacks and were.

You stood up too quickly and had to grab the sofa and a blink a couple of times until the black dots stopped floating in front of you. You suppressed the need to giggle and made your way over to the back, being very careful to watch where you placed your feet.

The lights were on towards the back and you squinted to get used to the light change. You hummed about the snack bar; Stark, or more likely someone who worked for him, had thought of literally every snack you might need to watch a film.

Pick and Mix, chocolate, popcorn, and plenty of treats you’d never even seen before.

“What are these?” A voice spoke behind you.

You jumped in the air, very nearly spilling the popcorn you had picked up.

“Jesus Loki.”

You looked around to see if anyone had noticed, but you were pretty far back and out of ear shot around this area.

“Can you not?”

“Not what? He asked, with a fake innocence.

“Not…do whatever you’re doing now.”

“I’m merely standing here.”

“And here I was thinking you had better things to do than stand and talk to Midgardians.” You repeated his words from earlier back at him.

Loki rolled his eyes at you.

“You surely know how to hold a grudge.”

“I surely do bitch.”

He didn’t find this very funny and shot you a displeased look.

“You are drunk again.”

You tutted and made double sure no one was listening.

“I’m not drunk Low-key.” You elongated his name as you helped yourself to some more sweets “I am a little tipsy maybe. Also you make it sound like all I do is constantly drink.”

“Well you have been drunk twice in barely as many days.”

“That was your brothers fault remember?”

He let out a long suffering sigh, as if he didn’t particularly want to remember.

“What are you eating?” He crinkled his nose up as you scuffed another gobful of popcorn.

“Popcorn.” You said, with your mouth half full.

“Are mortals taught any table manners at all?” He asked, disapprovingly.

“Do you not have popcorn on Asgard.”

He looked down at the spread of snacks.

“No.” He said carefully.

“Well what do you eat for sweets then?”

“I suppose we have nuts and grapes.”

“Some nuts and grapes? Christ no wonder you’re so highly strung.”

You gathered a plate up for him with selection of all the amazing confectionary Earth had to offer. “Here, try these.”

You stared at him in excitement as he ate a handful of Haribos.

“Well?”

“Hm. I’m not sure I enjoy this texture.”

“Try this next!” You very nearly shoved some popcorn into his mouth in your excitement and then realised that would probably get you killed, which would have been messy in Starks fancy lounge; so you just pointed to it instead.

Watching Loki try new things was surprisingly very entertaining to you. It was unusual to see Loki look so unsure of himself, as normally he swanned around cocky as anything.

You sighed, thinking back once again to the other night on the balcony. Loki was very good at brushing over any moments of vulnerability, even though he occasionally showed it in moments like this.

With his slightly furrowed forehead and quizzical expression as he tried earthly sweets was the epitome of vulnerable.

Loki made eye contact with you while you stared at him and swallowed his sweets down.

“Why are you looking at me like that mortal?” He asked, suspiciously.

“Nothing.” You smiled to yourself

“Now you are smiling like a loon. I hope you are not loosing your mind over that boy. We have a mission to complete, or have you forgotten?” He frowned at you, disgruntled.

“How could I forget the fact I’m heading to a burning wasteland soon.” You said sadly, thinking of your up and coming trip which, at best, ends in your death.

“There is no reason to be nervous. You have proved yourself rather difficult to maim.” Loki stated, deliberately.

“Physically maybe but I’m going to need a hell of a lot of therapy when this is over.” You muttered. “Suppose I should enjoy this last moment of calm before the storm.”

“What storm?” Loki asked cautiously.

“It’s just a figure of speech.”

“Hm.” Loki made a non committal humming noise.

“Let’s go finish off the film, I need the escapism.”

You sat back down together and tried to refocus on the film. You mind kept wandering however and you remained restless.

Were things between you and Loki changing? How many Loki gifs could you send of himself before he murdered you in your sleep?

And, most importantly, what fresh hell awaited you in the realm of fire?

A/N: Who enjoyed my fourth wall break (kinda?) haha! Also keep tuned folks for some more plot (finally) after a couple of plot-less chapters!

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sarcastic-sketches · 2 years

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Order 66 Aftermath

Context for the Kitsune!Anakin AU here and a direct continuation of this.

Order 66 has kicked off and the Jedi are in chaos, along with the rest of the Galaxy. Meanwhile, Padme has been pregnant with Luke and Leia for the past few months.

Despite the casual FWB relationship she had with Anakin - and the emphasis both of them put on being safe with the physical side of it - Force Fated Twins are gonna happen whether you like it or not. Whoops. Padme was not that worried about it when she found out and decided she would like to keep them, especially as they were with a friend she was still in regular contact with. She’s more than financially stable and has a good support network. Anakin was slightly more worried about it because he’s now got a thing for Rex he was intending to commit to after the war and this complicates matters but he’s gotta be upfront about it. Also, all those times he wondered about what it would be like having his own children come back full force.

Rex, however, has no prior expectations of relationships or the implications of having sex within said relationships so he has a complete non-reaction to the news other than how his General feels about it.

Rex: Is this Congratulations or Condolences sort of news? Anakin: Well that answers my next question. Anakin: I’m happy about it Rex: Oh, then Congratulations!

Padme still never goes to see a doctor (only had droids) because she’s worried the parentage would have become obvious. She’s picturing them randomly showing up with tiny little fox ears or tails on a scan and people to be like ‘hmm, wonder who that could have come from?’.

Which is something Obi-Wan picks up on when he comes back to Coruscant after everything and does the rounds to try and find out what the fuck happened. Only to encounter Padme who is still on Coruscant despite everything with a very confused R2. I think Obi-Wan probably knew about the pregnancy too because it genuinely was an accident despite both parties trying to be careful and Jedi having accidental kids cannot be unheard of. So, Obi-Wan’s less ‘I’m so sorry’ about the whole thing and more ‘how are you doing?’ before he then fucks off to find Anakin. Taking R2 with him.

He’s still gonna side-eye his former Padawan hard for why he didn’t just ask to bring Padme to the Temple for a check up. Any child of his would undoubtedly be force-sensitive.

Anakin: She said she was handling it!

Padme retreats to Naboo in preparation to have the babies because yikes the Republic just succumbed into an Empire.

Meanwhile, Anakin has been playing eeny meeny miny mo with which planet to hide out on since he’s travelling with a pack of vulnerable children when Obi-Wan finds him. Given the lack of Skywalker Twins to commandeer his attention in this universe, he teams up with Anakin who feels so much better that the kids now have a Jedi Master because holy shit. Playing with the younglings in the Creche is one thing, being the designated adult is very different. It’s nothing like being a General or a Teacher to Ahsoka..

I’m not actually sure where they go to be honest. Maybe Florrum so Obi-Wan can bully Hondo into keeping them safe because that sounds hysterical. Probably Tatooine though because it’s literally the last place Sidious would expect Anakin to run to and he doesn’t think Anakin would attempt a double bluff. Also Anakin wants to see his mother, sue him.

Owen and Beru are surprised to say the least when not one but two fully grown Jedi tumble out of the massive ship that’s just parked outside their farm. Then they see all the displaced children.

Owen: We are not keeping them all Beru: Not all of them.

She is absolutely going to be adopting at least one though and Owen cannot stop her. Especially not when she has Shmi as back up. Cliegg had died sometime after the events of AotC but Shmi had already grown to deeply care for Owen and by extension Beru so she stayed. They are delighted to hear that there is about to be a new baby Skywalker soon though.

Shmi: I hope you can bring them here. I’d like to see them. Anakin: Mother, of course! Shmi: I can’t believe I’m going to be a grandmother… Anakin: How do you think I feel?!

There’s probably a joke in there about Anakin at least having a reasonable expectation of children happening so it’s not too much of a shock. Compared to y’know, immaculate conception out of fucking nowhere. He is slightly mollified by this, but then they can both celebrate the fact that this child is about to be born free and he’s going to do his damnedest to keep it that way.

Anakin tries not to make it obvious that he's trying to find Rex and Ahsoka because he knows what Obi-Wan will say but he's not subtle and the kids are nosy and talk loud. But Obi-Wan is totally on board with locating them and trying to see if they can reverse Rex's conditioning if he's still alive. Anakin does not almost throw up at that.

They get lucky though when Ahsoka pings through their bond again and they manage to slice the last known coordinates of the Resolute. It's a tracking mission from there and all the younglings are very eager to help out and make it into a lesson of sorts. They are a little hesitant about looking for a clone after what they faced in the Temple but they are assured by Obi-Wan that they will be safe. They will try to save Rex if they can but he will not let any of them come to harm for his sake.

Anakin is… less sure. Sure he dealt with the clones from his 501st in the Temple before but this is Rex. His Rex.

Then again, if Rex tried to harm any of the kids, Anakin would know it was no longer him in there. And these are His Kids. In the end, Anakin never has to find out how he'd react because Rex finds them and saves them from Bounty Hunters.

I'm just picturing The Team stopping on some planet to pick up supplies and news. Anakin has taken some of the younglings with him into town because they're getting cabin fever and they're trying to be low key. Robes on, hoods up, no lightsabers, and keeping to the edges but Anakin is still highly recognisable (those tails are hard to hide and he still can’t shapeshift them out fully). They get the attention of prowling Bounty Hunters who have a list of unaccounted for Jedi and Anakin's trying to keep himself between them and the kids. Teeth and claws out. Only for a shot to come out of nowhere, nailing one of the Hunters and spooking the other into running. A clone comes out of the dark. A clone with blue painted Jaig Eyes on their helmet.

Rex had been on planet searching for rumours of escaped Jedi that he could then put in touch with Ahsoka, and was planning to steal the Bounty Hunters list. Until he saw who they had cornered. He's not about to look a gift horse in the mouth if the Galaxy just wants to hand him back his General. Who is alive.

Anakin just rips that helmet off and then there’s crying and a lot of kissing before they get back to the ship.

This of course then puts everyone back in contact with Ahsoka. There’s more crying. Everything has gone to hell in a handbasket but the crew is back together (minus Cody, I’m sorry lad, we’ll get you back) and they’re all doing OK. Plus, Anakin managed to save a fraction of the Jedi Order.

A call comes for them a few days later from Bail on the Tantive IV with a set of coordinates. Padme has gone into labour. Ahsoka leads the way immediately, since Anakin is about to be responsible for two more kids and hot damn does she wanna be there for that.

Padme has the babies - surprise twins! - and at first they both seem human, until one of them sneezes and suddenly there’s a different pair of ears on their head (if you’ve ever seen Wolf Children, yeah it’s like that). They are both also incredibly bright in the Force.

Then Padme is handing them off to Anakin.

She can't have two obviously force sensitive children with her on Naboo when it’s the homeplanet of the newly self-titled Galactic Emperor. Especially not Anakin's kids - the former target of said Galactic Emperor - with parentage that obvious. She, Bail, and Mon Mothma are about to build a Rebellion. He can stay with them at the base of operations they are establishing when not in the Senate and help if he wants or he can go into hiding with the twins. Plus, he's had a lot of experience with children because of all the time he spent in the creche. He’ll be fine.

He chooses to stay and help form a Rebellion. Him, Obi-Wan, Ahsoka, Rex, the little twins. Plus a dozen or so young Jedi.

Rex is suddenly a dad. He takes it rather well, even if he keeps referring to them as ‘tubies’.

#Kitsune!Anakin #rexwalker #Anakin Skywalker #Captain Rex #Padme Amidala #obi-wan kenobi #Ahsoka Tano #star wars #star wars writing #star wars au #sw au #can you tell this is my comfy time AU?#made this it's own post so it's neater when searching the tag on my blog #I have one more post written up for this AU and then it's just having fun with specific events in TCW but with Anakin as a Kitsune

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The Art of Revenge (Chapter 5)

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Chapter 5

It didn’t take long to find Jungkook. The moment you left his room, you followed the rustling you could hear coming from the main area, until you spotted him working around the kitchen countertop amidst a sea of fry pans, plastic, food, and countertop appliances.

“Hey,” he greeted you when he saw you.

“Hey,” you smiled faintly as you rounded the island and took a seat in the stool across from him. You hadn’t intended to dodge his gaze - although you were feeling a little“morning after” shyness. He just had so much stuff strewn across the counters, and your eyes were busy trying to connect the dots between it all. It looked like he had a dehydrator running, some beef cooking in the skillet in front of him, and a vast collection of plastic bags next to what appeared to be a sealer. “You, um, going camping or something?” you asked when you thought you had your finger on the pulse of what was happening.

“Kind of, I guess,” he nodded, as he reduced the heat on the stove and moved to rinse his hands. “We start touring in a few weeks, and it’s cheaper and easier to eat like this. We don’t sleep in a lot of hotels.”

“Oh yeah?” you finally looked up at him, once he began to move around the counter and towards you. His hands were occupied with the kitchen towel he was drying them in, but he leaned down to catch your lips with his, offering a chaste “good morning” kiss that made your heart palpitate. You pursed your lips when he stood back up, but it wasn’t a strong enough gesture to hide how badly you wanted to smile.

“Nah,” he returned to his side of the kitchen and opened up the fridge, pulling out a carton of orange juice and setting it in front of you. “We used to actually sleep in tents and hammocks, but we started splurging last year - we have a whole bus with beds and shit.”

“Ooo, “ you mused. “You’re going all 70s rock ‘n roll. How many groupies can you fit on that thing?”

He didn’t give an answer, just a crooked smirk and wink. You chuckled quietly, but at the same time, your insides soured at the idea of Jungkook fucking his way through a bus load of beautiful women who waited for him backstage. You were a touch jealous. Jealous that you weren’t the one who had a line up of hot, stringless sex for the summer, but also a bit jealous that other women were going to get a piece of what you had last night. The fates were cruel… you came up here to use Jungkook to make Stephanie jealous, and now you were going to end up the jealous one.

The smells of all the cooking and dehydrating wafting up around you were intensifying. You felt your stomach turn and your mouth begin to water as your body demanded to be fed. You poured yourself some orange juice the moment Jungkook slid a glass in front of you, but when you were halfway through shot-gunning it like a beer, your stomach growled out another protest - one that Jungkook heard.

“I take it you’re hungry?” he laughed.

“I think I might be,” you feigned embarrassment.

“Well… despite what it looks like,” he eyed the mounting bags of dehydrated camping meals, “I don’t actually have a lot in the house. I was gonna go get groceries before you got here, but… you showed up a lil early.”

You crinkled your nose, now actually a touch embarrassed as you remembered how hasty and irrational you had acted these past couple days. “Sorry about that.”

“Y/N,” his expression formed into one of exhausted amusement as he shook his head. “Please stop saying you're sorry. It’s no big deal - and I invited you here. We’ll go into town, get brunch, and go to the store on the way back.”

“No, no,” you put your hands up to swat the idea away. “Don’t worry about me. I should get on the road now anyways. I’ll just go to a drive-thru and grab something myself.”

He stilled when you said this, giving you the distinct impression that he hadn’t anticipated your plan. “I thought you were staying until Saturday?”

“Well,” you began slowly, as your pulse began to race with the prospect that you could potentially spend the next couple days here, with him… doing… stuff. “I mean… that was the plan when I was supposed to be coming up tomorrow.”

He nodded thoughtfully as he began to clean up the countertop.“When do you have to go back to work?”

You let out an exasperated sigh. You hadn’t even thought about what it would be like to have to go back to work after this entire fiasco. You still had so much to do when you got home in terms of kicking Chris out and moving yourself. The idea of having to fit work hours into that mix was making you feel the onsets of a panic attack. You might have actually had an attack had you not pre planned your agenda. “Not for a month, actually. I called my boss and told her I was taking my honeymoon early.”

Shit, did I cancel everything for our trip? the question crossed your mind as you made a mental note to do that asap.

Jungkook gripped the edge of the counter, supporting himself against it as he stood square across from you. “Okay,” he shrugged. "Stay for the weekend. Stay longer if you want. You don’t need to rush back.”

Everything about you loved that idea, which only made you nervous. After the trauma of believing your life was perfect, only to find out that it wasn’t, you couldn’t help but feel a bit skeptical - like the seemingly harmless idea of spending a perfect long weekend with a sex god was going to blow up in your pretty little face as well.

“I don’t want to impose,” you protested - instantly regretting speaking. Of course you wanted to stay.

“You’re not,” he shook his head, as if the idea was ridiculous. “I’m a recluse who lives in a cabin in the woods. I really have nothing for you to impose on.”

“But like… you have your jobs, and obviously you’re prepping to go on tour and stuff. Won’t I get in the way?”

His lips curved and his eyes began to twinkle, as something mischievous crossed his mind. “Only if you plan on us having sex 24/7 for the next month.”

You clicked your teeth, as your body fought to not erupt from the rush of sexy images running through your head. “I don’t know if I can promise that I won’t try, Jungkook.”

His throat bobbed - and it didn’t help the growing need stirring behind your navel. “In that case, then yes, you’ll get in the way. But I also won’t complain about it. Besides, I promised to send you home walking crooked. As far as I can tell, you're still walking just fine."

You nodded, reaching for the glass again as you battled a blush, as well the urge to initiate something right there in the kitchen that might risk contaminating his tour sustenance.

"Fair point," you resumed sipping your orange juice as you thought about his offer.

“Stay, Y/N,” he spoke again, his voice now a gentle plea. “At least for a few more days. No offense, but… what are you in such a hurry to get back to?”

His words were like taking a bullet - but he was right. What were you in a rush to get back to? Certainly not Chris, or Stephanie, or your step-mother. The idea of moving was a fucking nightmare, but… realistically, between your friend the realtor, your friend the lawyer, and hiring professional movers, you could really coordinate a shit ton of your tasks with just a few phone calls. Hell, if you did it right, maybe you’d never have to go back to that town ever again.

With a heavy sigh, you looked to him and gave him a contemplative nod. “Alright. I’ll stay. Until Sunday?”

“Sounds good,” he turned away, and you thought he was hiding a smile. He wanted you to stay, perhaps more than he let on.

Pervert, you grinned.

“Kick me out if you get sick of me, though,” your tone became serious. “I don’t want to overstay my welcome. Even if you need a few hours of space or whatever. There’s tons of stuff I want to do around here, I can make myself gone easily.”

He scoffed, “You’ll probably get sick of me first and hightail it out of here.”

"I doubt that," you brought the last of your orange juice to your lips, but just before you downed the final gulp, your mind misfired something it should have held back. “I might end up staying forever if every night is like last night.”

Shit! you cursed yourself as you realized what you had said. You were just days out of a failed engagement. Last thing you wanted was to come off like you were trying to get Jungkook to put another ring on it. Fortunately, Jungkook didn’t become instantly appalled, terrified, or suspicious - so your paranoia was probably misplaced. Regardless, you felt the need to clarify.

You smiled to try to emphasize that you were just complimenting him, and not trying to wife him. “I meant like… the sex was good. I’m not trying to...” you felt your cheeks heat as you thought about how not to end that sentence. I’m not trying to become your girlfriend? Wife? Squatter that you have regular sex with? Although all of those options didn't sound terrible.

Fortunately, Jungkook saved you from your private spiral. “I got it," he winked, "It was pretty awesome.” Then he moved to finish up his cleaning, which you decided to jump in on since it felt weird to do nothing.

When you had the dishwasher running, and all the food bags were stowed away, and you were about ready to eat your own foot, Jungkook turned to you and proposed once again to take you into town. "It’s on me," he offered to pay for brunch.

“No, no, I’ll treat you,” you shook your head. “I’m the one who’s putting you out.”

He opened his mouth to protest, but you interrupted him before he could utter a word.

“I insist.”

He soured, sucking his teeth as he thought about how to rebel. “My house, my rules.”

You narrowed your eyes and tilted your chin in defiance. “We won’t be in your house.”

“My town my rules” he playfully quirked his eyebrow.

You bit your tongue. Fighting with him like this was kind of… turning you on. If only swallowing his dick could replace your stomach’s need for actual food. “How about we just race for the bill?”

After a moment of thought, he stuck out his hand. "Agreed,” he relented, and you accepted his handshake. “We’ll take the truck.”

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The drive into town was at least a 15-minute jaunt – but once again, the view was stunning. Not only the view of the driver beside you - who in his aviators and ripped jeans was looking like the stuff of wet dreams and all your romantic fantasies – but also the view of the rolling hills, bright blue skies, and sailboats floating throughout the lakes and sounds. It was so peaceful up here. It reminded you of the family trips you took as children to your aunt’s house on the water.

“Do you fish?” the question spilled out of you, seemingly out of nowhere.

“No, actually. I’m more of a gatherer than a hunter,” he laughed. “I just grow vegetables - although I’m bad at it. I should start though, eh?”

“Why not?” you shrugged. “You’re in the best place for it. Cheaper than the supermarket.”

“You fish?”

“On and off, I guess,” you lamented. “More when I was a kid, but I did take Chris once out on Dad’s boat. It wasn’t really his thing,” you laughed, recalling how much the man struggled to sit still in a boat for more than ten minutes.

“So you can teach me then?” Jungkook’s statement was animated - like he was proud he had swindled you into something.

“Fuck yes I can,” you boasted.

“In that case,” you felt the truck begin to slow as you approached a turn in the road, “I was going to take you to the diner, but I think we should go to the Warf instead and hang out with all the seamen.”

“Ew,” you scrunched your nose. “Why do I feel like you wait for the chance to say that?”

“Because you would be right to think that,” he smiled impishly without a hint of shame.

“Is that the one up from the marina?” your eyes began to shoot around the unfamiliar road, trying to figure out if the restaurant he was talking about was the pretty place you had put on your bucket list the last time you were up here.

“It is. You been there?”

“No, I just saw it last time. I wanted to go. It was on my list of things to do if I ever came back up here.”

“You have a list?” you couldn’t see the incredulous look he had behind his sunglasses, but the wrinkle on his forehead told you he was skeptical.

“I have a book full of lists for everywhere I want to re-visit,” you replied defensively – warning him to not judge your quirk.

“And this town was one of your places?”

“Mm hm,” you nodded. “Stephanie and I stopped in town cuz she needed a new swimsuit or something… I don’t remember – she forgot to pack something. Anyway, we got lost on the way to your house and drove around for like an hour. We saw lots of cool stuff to do.” You then turned to him and gave him an expectant glare. “I was waiting for you to throw another party.”

He sniffed a laugh as he turned the truck down another small road - which you quickly learned wasn’t a road, but the entrance to the restaurant's parking lot. “Well, I’m happy to help knock one thing off your list.”

After finding a parking space strategically located in a shady spot under some trees, you climbed from the truck, shut the door, and rounded the hood to meet Jungkook. His arm was casually outstretched towards you, and without a single thought or hesitation, you slipped your hand into his, and he guided you palm to palm towards the restaurant.

The place was crazy busy, and food moved out of the kitchen like it was being shipped across an industrial conveyor belt. Your server basically took your order the moment your ass hit the pleather of the booth she sat you in. Food came about just as quickly, and soon you were face-to-face with a fresh platter of hash brown potatoes, fruit, toast, eggs and sausage. You both scarfed down the first several bites in total silence. Not by any sort of choice, you were just so hungry that not even a nuclear threat could distract you from your food. But when the time was right, and you were both satiated enough to acknowledge each other’s presence, you began talking again.

“So,” Jungkook began through a mouthful of toast, “what else is on this list?”

“Mmm… the grotto?” you picked the obvious tourist trap.

“Good choice,” he nodded.

You grabbed a napkin to wipe your lips. “When we were up here, I tried to convince Steph and Chris to go one morning, but they didn’t want to. A couple others were interested in going, but… you know… everyone was basically shitfaced drunk for three days so no one could drive, ha ha!”

“Well, damn, I would have taken you if I had known you guys wanted to go.”

“Really?” your eyebrow raised.

“Sure,” he nodded. “Of course. Why wouldn’t I?”

You cricked your neck as you thought back to that weekend, and all the other weekends you two had spent in the same vicinity. “I don’t know. I guess… I thought for a little while you didn’t really like me. You and I never really talked a lot over the years, you know?”

He became a touch more stoic, but he nodded as he agreed with you. “You’re right. I mean… not that I didn’t like you or anything. But, yeah, I get what you’re saying about us not talking much.”

You twisted your lips into a pensive pout as you tried to count the number of times you and Jungkook actually had a full conversation. There were, maybe five instances you could recollect where your interactions lasted longer than three minutes. A thought crept across your mind, and you sniffed a quiet laugh.

“What?” Jungkook pried.

You rubbed the back of your neck as you eyed how close the other patrons were to you. The place was loud enough, so you doubted anyone would hear you. Nonetheless, you leaned slightly forward and lowered your voice just to be sure.“I think at this point you and I have spent more time having sex than we have ever spent speaking to each other.”

Amusement decorated his face as he did a mental calculation of his own. “I don’t know if that’s hot, funny, or sad.”

“All of the above.”’

“Yeah…” he sighed. “It might be my fault. I wasn’t avoiding you, but I was avoiding her. You were always with her, so…” his voice trailed off into thought.

And there it was again – that underlying disdain that crept up every time he spoke about Stephanie. You weren’t sure what it said about you, but feeling as though you weren’t alone in your hatred for her was incredibly satisfying - misery loves company and all. You were curious about what caused the rift between them, but you weren’t sure if it was your place to ask, and you certainly didn’t want to bring it up now and risk ruining breakfast.

But you were so curious…

“What?” Jungkook prompted you again, picking up on the fact that you were caught in your own thoughts.

“Nothing. I’m just thinking,” you shook your head.

“Well, now you gotta tell me.”

“It’s none of my business.”

“Just say it. You’ll drive me crazy wondering.”

You huffed. Well, you wanted answers, and now he couldn’t blame you for overstepping. “I’m just curious what happened between you two. I don’t want to pry – well, I do want to pry – but I appreciate that whatever happened between you is none of my business. It’s just…” your voice trailed off, and you held your palms to the sky as you tried to capture what you wanted to say. “The way she talked about you, it’s surprising to find out you don’t really like her very much. Plus, she was supposed to be my best friend, but then she had an affair with my fiancé,” you paused for a minute to choke back a sudden lump in your throat.

Not now, you cursed yourself. You hadn’t yet actually cried over everything. You knew one day you would need to, but you sure didn’t want it to be right now, not in the middle of a busy diner, and you really didn’t want Jungkook to be the one to witness your meltdown. You pushed your feelings away and continued, “I just can’t help but wonder what else I believed this whole time that has been a complete lie. I feel like such an idiot.”

He shook his head as he thought, and you held your breath as you waited. “You’re not an idiot,” he said, looking up at you with wide, empathetic eyes.

“I am, though. How could I be friends with someone for so long and not see it?”

"People change, Y/N,” he shrugged. “Don't beat yourself up. We all change, just not all of us for the good.”

He was right, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that you had been blind for so long. Sure, you knew Stephanie from before University, and you certainly knew that you had changed a lot since going off to school, and even more since, but still… What hadn’t you been seeing this whole time?

You thought once again about asking him about his experience with her, but before you could work up the courage, he changed the pace to something more cheerful.

"How about we get ice cream and go for a drive after groceries? I got somewhere cool to go that you won't find on any tourist brochure," he winked.

"It's not like... where you go to dump dead bodies or something, right?" you eyed him skeptically, albeit, jokingly.

"Nah, I don't take women out their until the third date," he winked.

You nearly spit out your food as you laughed.

Well... mood shift challenge was successful. You no longer felt a lump threatening to lodge itself into your throat - you were back to feeling lighthearted again... and sexy again. You slid your cork-wedge heel along the floor, until your shoe found his shoe. Then, you slipped your foot from the wedge, and let your toes drag carefully up the inner length of his leg. You weren't sure how common a game of footsies was in this modern age, but Jungkook reacted with grace. He smiled, but his tight-lips, and sharpening eyes told you he was something more than just smiley. He slid a foot of his own forward, giving you just a touch more access to his lap - which you were appreciative for.

Days like these, you were reminded of just how blessed you were to have long, tapered legs.

When your foot slipped over the crotch of his pants, Jungkook tucked a hand beneath the table, and wrapped his fingers around your calf - stroking it in shallow passes, while your toes tickled the length of his bulge. It was when you felt him begin to stiffen into a semi that he grabbed tightly around your ankle, and gave you a sideways glare.

"Y/N, this is a small... small town..."

Even though he was warning you, it didn't sound as if he really wanted you to stop.

Nonetheless, after everything he had already done for you, you supposed it wouldn't be all that nice to force Jungkook to walk through a restaurant full of his peers with a raging hard-on. However, as you looked at him, your eyebrow quirked in a smug-satisfaction, you noticed beyond him the silhouette of your server approaching the table with what looked to be your bill. You then had a plan - and about ten seconds to execute it.

You slid your foot along his guarded cock, and as expected, despite the restraint on your ankle, Jungkook didn't stop you. You slid upward again, applying just a touch more pressure, and Jungkook let out a small noise as his fingers tightened around your ankle. You did it again, then pressed firm again against him, the curve of your arch now covering the curve of his cock.

Jungkook looked away from the other patrons, seemingly taking in the view out the window, but you knew better that he was looking at nothing - he was only feeling.

And that's when the server arrived, and you made your move.

"I'll take that," you dropped your foot and launched yourself forward toward the server, plucking the bill from their hands before Jungkook even realized you were no longer petting him under the table. "I can pay right away," you informed the server as you reached for your wallet, and they seemed pleased to square up right away and get you the hell out of there.

You were happy to get out of there now too. Jungkook definitely was as well, you knew that, despite the way he was staring daggers at you since you bested him for the bill.

You gave him a wink, and he gave you a look that made your spine shiver.

"You'll pay for this," Jungkook said confidently when you were alone again, while you were gathering up your things from the booth.

"I already did," you sang triumphantly.

"I don't mean like that, Y/N," his voice was dark and promising - and now your nether regions were shivering too.

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The Final 15 Min: You’re a dark horse Mr Fell

Or: Azirawhy?

I’ve spent the better part of this weekend in bed with my cat, drinking cocoa, rewatching scenes from GO and reading and writing thousands of words of s2 meta, so first of all, thank you again Terry Pratchett, Neil Gaimon and this incredible fandom - you’re all geniuses and as a result I am literally living the dream. Secondly, after writing and rewriting my own extremely long meta a dozen times I’ve decided instead to link to the other metas that have essentially already said everything I wanted to say and condense my comments beneath them. I’ve also added my theories for season 3 based on my analysis of s2. However, despite my best intentions and having just using the word ‘condensed’ this turned out to be pretty long anyway, so you can find all this and more under the jump below.

My favorite possible explanations for the ending:

1) Aziraphale is lying to protect Crowley

I first found this theory here and here

And then it’s brilliantly explained with great attention to detail here. This piece includes SO many details that I had missed from the convo, referencing back to scenes from s1 as well as 2. Hats off and round of applause to this author. Just, wow.

I love this theory so much and a part of me wants it desperately to be canon - it explains away all of Azirphale’s foot-in-mouth shortcomings and cringey to downright horrifying wtf moments from the final scene, but after watching the final scenes 26495362893 times I’m landing more on the side that:

2) Az is being expertly manipulated by Metatron, and these shortcomings are all of his character flaws coming up and out in one horrible regurgitatation.

Extremely detailed and thorough multi piece meta going into exactly how Metatron is manipulating him and why it works here.

Briefer but also clear and thorough single post essay here.

3) Or some combination of the two.

Again, having watched this countless times I just do not buy that every single think Az says in the final scene is part of a master plan to deliberately break up with Crowley, but I do think

He’s as scared as he’s relieved/excited

And I don’t know if he’s actually relieved/excited but he’s definitely confused, surprised and increasingly panicked when Crowley insults him, turns down the offer and leaves, which is part of why I don’t think it’s entirely option #1

He is trying to stop the love confession or at least delay it for another time when Metatron is not standing right outside the door (hold that thought!)

And finally there are some lines that just don’t make sense, even from the angel who we’ve heard spout all kinds of nonsense about how “I am good and you are, unfortunately, evil.” Yes, I might buy that he might still think heaven is ultimately good and “the side of light” that’s just been run very poorly by “bad angels” who aren’t as good as Aziraphale at knowing what god really wants in the situation (as he tells himself in the Job episode). But “I’ll run it and you can be my second in command.”???? A blank stare at “if heaven ends life on earth it’ll be just as dead as if he’ll ended it”??? However, this brings me too…

The character arc we didn’t see

I love this post about expectations as a fandom and what we’re actually shown versus what we as ravenous shippers want and expect to see and couldn’t agree more.

What were we actually shown about Aziraphale and where he’s at with his repression and denial? Right in episode 1 Jim says “You know what it’s like when you don’t know anything at all and yet you’re totally certain that everything would be better if you were near one particular person?” and Aziraphale panics, jumps upright and begins backing away frantically while saying “NO. I have no idea what that feels like. What makes you say that?”

We haven’t seen Aziraphale have his come to Jesus moment yet (pun intended) in season 2. While we get to see Crowley hit over the head with the ‘holy shit this is romantic love’ anvil, Aziraphale has a different realization coming and we’ve already been told what it will be.

It’s not “they look at each other and realize they were made for each other.”

It’s “they realize they had misunderstood each other.”

I think in many ways Aziraphale is already unconsciously acting like they are a couple, possibly more so than Crowley, but we don’t see him acknowledge his feelings out loud. We see his evolution through the 3 mini episodes to go from everything is black and white to life and Crowley and even himself are made up of shades of gray, but apparently that wasn’t enough to finally seal the deal for his ultimate “realize they had misunderstood each other” moment, otherwise the season wouldn’t have ended the way it did. Despite how far he’s come he hasn’t fully yet come to terms with his deeply rooted belief that demons=bad or mostly bad and angels=good or at least better than demons. I think that those beliefs showed their face in the worst possible way during that final argument, and that’s part of why Crowley was such a hard no to the whole situation. It’s not just a no to going back to heaven as an angel, it’s also ‘I can’t believe you still think that way about me.’

I don’t, however, think Metatron knew things would go that deep. I don’t think he knows either of them very well at all, but he knows Crowley would never go back to being an angel and he felt confident enough to manipulate Aziraphale (once on his own) into proposing just that and then he pushed them together before Aziraphale could process anything and stood back and let the explosion happen.

There are a couple very well written posts already out there about how the problem is not so much miscommunication as it is fundamentally not agreeing, how deep down Aziraphale doesn’t like that Crowley is a demon and still thinks of him as the angel he was, and how Crowley twisted the knife in Aziraphale’s insecurities that I think all add up to spell out this story really well. To this I’ll add, I think they both condescend and in ways look down on each other. While still being very much in love. I want to keep this short so I’ll try to stick to one example: in the Job episode Crowley said “you’re an angel, you can’t be tempted” while obviously tempting him (“you’re an angel, I don’t think you can do the wrong thing”) which is gentle but also mocking, because Crowley is literally tempting him in that moment. Then there’s times when he’s less gentle (“how could someone so clever be so stupid?”). From Aziraphale we have endless examples of his “holier than thou” attitude. Yes I think some of it is part of their coded-spy-talk but when you say and behave a certain way for years let alone eons even if some part of you knows you’re joking it becomes real.

To sum up - in season 2 we got our realization that they were made for each other from Crowley for sure and maybe from Aziraphale - I mean, those were a LOT of heart eyes in the bookshop before Metatron arrived and the whole grabbing his arm thing when B talks about finding something better than choosing sides. But the realizing they’ve misunderstood each other is what we’ve been set up for in season 3 and I think the misunderstanding is on both sides.

Final thoughts:

The coffee or death metaphor as literal - YES. Both in the first time we see it where Michael is threatening death and Metatron arrives to offer coffee, and secondly when Aziraphale asks “where would I get my coffee” (I.e. not die) and Metatron answers by not answering and saying instead (summarized) “we know you’ve partnered with Crowley, come to heaven and he can be an angel again and you can work together - that’s where you’ll get your “coffee” (as opposed to the (false) other option which is death).

I don’t feel like enough’s been said about the final scene with Metatron in the elevator. His whole body sighs as if in relief and he gives Aziraphale A Look.

This whole body sigh sigh says to me “thank fuck I finally got this gd angel in the gd elevator” and the final look over at him seems to have a taste of “what trouble is this idiot going to cause me next?”

Oh Metatron, you have no idea 😈. Because Aziraphale is definitely planning something, from the second he heard the phrase “second coming.” We already know he would stop Armageddon alone if he has too.

Because it’s all about protecting for Aziraphale. Did anyone else think it was odd that Aziraphale, who was soooo keen and literally bouncing up and down with joy at having The Mystery of Jim/Gabriel to solve, suddenly switched to dropping the mystery entirely and it never comes up again? Then on one of my many rewatches I realized Aziraphale was 100% in detective mode until Shax casually mentions that Crowley is risking destruction for him, which is the first Aziraphale has heard of Crowley being in trouble. Michael Sheen gives us the eyebrow raise of infamy and seems pretty cool, calm and collected about it but Aziraphale then lies to Crowley about anything strange happening and goes on to then frantically plan the greatest shopkeepers and trade association monthly meeting of all time and never questions Gabriel about who else he was at the bar with and never mentions The New Clue again. He drops solving the mystery entirely and throws himself into the ball. Because he wants to dance with Crowley?!?!! 😍🥹🥰 Maybe. But if Nina and Maggie get together then heavens suspicions are allayed, and Aziraphale has just learned that Crowey’s entire existence is in danger. He can’t protect him from hell but he can try to get Maggie and Nina together and protect him from heaven. That doesn’t happen but what happens instead? THE Voice of god herself, the top of the bureaucracy, shows up and offers Aziraphale the very protection for Crowley that he just tried to Jane Austin into existence?! Regardless of whether he fully believed Metatron, partially believed, or is 100% playing him for a sucker, he believes going along with Metatron will protect Crowley as well as “make a difference.” Which one is the main goal and which the happy side effect? Is there a difference? Does Aziraphale have any conscious awareness over what he’s doing? I have no explanation for the bitter “I forgive you” and have not yet read a theory that resonates.

#I cannot write a short post about these two #but why would I want to?#when the subject matter is so rich #thanks again #neil gaimon #good omens fandom #good omens #good omens 2 #good omens 2 spoilers #good omens meta #good omens theories #good omens season 3 #good omens s3 predictions #Metatron is the worst #ineffable fandom #ineffable husbands #arizacrow #aziraphale #Crowley

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namor-shuri · 1 year

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Your tags on my venn diagram post are gold and should be a fic.

LMAOOO not me forgetting y’all read my tags 😭 Look, your venn diagram is accurate af and I really hope you bless us with more. The world wants to see these talented men come together and team up on a project [or in my case, tag team me]. But hey, I support both scenarios. Your fic comment got me thinking “what if I actually wrote a fantasy, porn without plot one shot about them?” So then I attempted it [HEAVY on attempt because I haven’t written a fic before 🥲] But here goes nothing *gulps*. Hope you like it op! @scruffylookingpiratecaptain 💗 *deletes my entire account and moves across state lines afterwards* lol

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Gael Bernal Diego Luna Tenoch Huerta Pedro Pascal Oscar Isaac

“I want to fuck like we’re filming in the valley.”

**Warnings/ Disclaimers: NSFW, 18+, group sex, language, fiction [this is only intended to be fantasy], porn without plot**

We have a routine down. They stop by my apartment Friday night, fuck me, we eat together, and then they leave. Repeat. No cuddles. No pillow talk. No strings attached. No bullshit. Just straight fucking. I would be lying through my teeth if I said I didn’t develop feelings somewhere along the way for each and every one of them, but I’ll take that to my grave.

It wasn’t always like this.

It first started off with just Tenoch and I. We met one another through a drunk threesome one night after a friend’s birthday party. We instantly clicked and he quickly learned how to turn me on. The man could make me cum round after round till I forgot my first and last name. He knew all the right buttons to push and he got me hooked on him quickly. His dick game drove me insane and I hated that it admittedly elevated my standards for any man who was blessed to be entangled in my sheets. We became a casual “friends with benefits” type of a situation until one day he wanted to spice things up between us.

“Have you ever had sex with more than one guy at the same time?” He asks me out of the blue while we chill at a nearby cafe.

To my surprise, he wanted to add more guys to the mix. I wasn’t opposed to the idea but was honestly a little concerned at first.

“I want to watch other guys fuck you while I take part. That would be so fucking hot, you know? And I promise you would be safe, no funny business. I know these guys. They’re good guys, trust me. What do you think?”

Call me a whore. Lonely. Bored. A pick me. A girl with daddy issues. Some twenty-something big tit wide-eyed naive bitch finding intimacy in all the wrong places. Whatever. I could care less. I don’t need the judgement from my girlfriends, friends, family, or coworkers and I sure as hell don’t need it from you. The only thing that was running through my mind in that very moment was having an adventure and so I kept our little arrangement to myself. No one has to know.

I sipped my drink watching him over the rim of my cup. He met my gaze with those curious eyes of his like he was trying to read my mind. I looked down and smirked, finally swallowing.

“I’m in.”

*bzzzzz*

Like clockwork, Tenoch always came by my apartment first. I opened the door to the sight of this goober holding a pack of beers and striking a funny pose with damp curls. He must of showered before heading over because he smelled heavenly.

“Hey beautiful.” He kissed my forehead then waltzed right in, draping his stuff over a nearby chair.

We made small talk about his shit boss and how she underpays her staff. “And now she’s doing layoffs!” In this economy?? I crack open a couple of beers for us and hear the doorbell ring. “Tenoch, can you get that?” Diego and Oscar are here. Funny enough, they live in another apartment complex only a couple of streets down. What are the odds, right? Shockingly it’s not weird, but hopefully it stays that way.

Tenoch throws a movie on while I pop open a bag of chips Oscar brought over. Gael swings by next and as always, without fail, Pedro comes last. Hours later, I might add!

“Sorry for the delay guys, I had an emergency come up.”

We all boo him in unison while Tenoch throws a cheeto at his head.

“I don’t deserve this abuse! I promise I have a good excuse this time.” Pedro chuckles, dodging another chip successfully.

Yeah don’t feel bad for him. This fucker always has an “emergency”. He couldn’t be on time if his actual life depended on it.

“Blah blah blah. Just hurry up and sit down. You’re interrupting an important part of the movie dipshit. Mulan is meeting Mushu.” Oscar excitedly motions him over to the couch like we all haven’t seen this masterpiece 50+ times already.

I giggle and look around at everyone enjoying themselves. I have a lot of fun with them. I mean outside of our little scheduled orgy we got going on, I truly enjoy their companionship. I know they have my back and I have theirs. I wouldn’t dare be sappy and say this out loud but I love these guys and would do anything for them.

What’s wild to me is even though we have made this a routine by now, they still get shy around me before we start. No one wants to make me feel uncomfortable and I appreciate that more than they’ll ever know, but someone has to have the balls to make the first move. Thankfully, Diego does. He starts to massage the back of my neck while we all laugh at Mushu screaming “dishonor on you, dishonor on your cow!” He looks over at me and notices me purr in approval. While his hand works out the kinks in my neck, he leans in and sensually kisses the side of my neck licking all the way up to my earlobe, catching it in between his teeth. He whispers sweet nothings in my ear about how gorgeous I am and how he can satisfy me better than any of these so called “men” here. I know it’s all for the fantasy factor but fuck does it turn me on. Only I can hear his ramblings and that gets me even hotter. He invades my personal space and breathes me in deep. I tilt my head and expose my throat to him like a cat on it’s back surrendering. Mark me, Diego. I start to squirm in my seat. I can feel my wetness already pooling in my panties.

My whimpers play over the movie and Oscar proceeds to join in on the fun. He directs my attention towards him and softly cups my cheek before going in for a blistering kiss. I close my eyes and let him lick into my mouth greedily. I surrender to his demanding touch while Diego starts to leave a trail of hickeys from my neck down to my clavicle.

Gael gets up from the other side of the couch and kneels down in front of me. He carefully unties my shoes and slips off my socks. He starts to caress my legs and massage my feet, looking up at me with heat behind his eyes. I watch his eyes shift to peek underneath my skirt. I’m trying to get friction to my clit by grinding my thighs together but Gael holds my legs in place with a strong grip. He then slides his hands slowly up my thighs till he gets to his destination. He hooks his finger over the top of my lingerie and brings them down one inch at a time, leaving a trail of hot kisses along the way.

I shutter as the air immediately exposes my wetness, revealing my sweet arousal. Gael finally slips my panties off and takes in its dampness. Oscar distracts me by gliding his hand over my breasts till he settles on my neck, roughly gripping my throat while he licks up into my ear.

I yelp.

“Be gentle.” Tenoch possessively asserts while he comes over and starts to pull his shirt over his head, exposing his happy trail and tattoo.

“Calm down. I’m only doing what the slut likes.” Oscar counters, looking over at Tenoch with a challenging stare before directing his sexual frustration back to me.

“Isn’t that right, baby? I want to hear you beg for Daddy.” He taunts while I make eye contact with him through submissive eyes. I’m thoroughly turned on right now and he knows it. Oscar’s tight grip on my neck is sending me over the edge and I want more. I need more. His authority is sending waves of pleasure through out my entire body and my hair raises on my arms. My pierced nipples start to harden and peak through my shirt and a wave of desire goes straight to my cunt.

Diego ceases to kiss my shoulder and looks down at my pebbled flesh.

“Well, would you look at that. Our brat likes to be choked.”

Diego goes to undress my top half and unclasps my bra with a swiftness. My breasts spill out of their cups one by one and he fondles one nipple as he laps up the other in his mouth eagerly. My breath hitches. I bite my lip, holding in a strangled noise.

Pedro moves over to my line of vision and begins to unbotton his pants in front of me, giving me a show. He starts touching himself as we lock eyes and creates a mess in his jeans. He whips out his exuding member and I shamelessly stare, taking in all of its glory. He watches me watch him and delights in the attention. This fucker.

“You like what you see, sweetheart? It’s all yours, just be a good girl and open your mouth wide for me.”

I love it when he calls me his good girl and tells me what to do. He doesn’t repeat himself twice. Ever. Whatever Pedro wants, Pedro gets. I pay the consequence if I misbehave. But God, do I love misbehaving.

I don’t budge one inch and go to kiss Oscar, dismissing Pedro’s very existence. That sets him off. Mission accomplished.

“Alright, play times over Princess.” he snarls.

Pedro yanks me away from Diego and Oscar by my hair and forces me forward to the edge of the couch, bringing me at eye level with his hardened cock. He holds my head firm in place as he steadily rubs his throbbing wood over my lips, painting them with his pre-cum. His breath goes ragged and his composure quickly diminishes. He wants this badly, but so do I. Pedro shoves his dick past my lips to the back of my throat without warning and I can see his pupils blow from his dominance over me. He tastes like sea salt and musk. I bring my hands up to grip his shaft and brace myself on his waist, sliding back and forth. He’s rough with me and forces me all the way down till my nose touches his pubes. I gag and my eyes starts to water. He finally releases his grip on me, and I exhale and spit on his dick. I go in for seconds and savor the taste, licking circles around his sensitive tip.

“Ah, just like that.” He affirms, letting his head fall back.

Everyone moves to claim a piece of my flesh to grab, squeeze, suck or fuck. I aspire to be their personal fuck toy to use and abuse for their own selfish gain. Is that too much to ask for?

Oscar repositions me on the couch so that I’m flat on my back as I resume sucking Pedro off. He pushes my skirt up out of the way and coats his fingers with saliva. He begins to slick up my folds, steadily working his way into my tight entrance. “Look at you.” He coos. He kneels down and without hesitation shoves his face into my juices and begins to devour me whole. He licks a line from my tight asshole to my sopping pussy lips and engulfs my clit with his large tongue. He hums around it, sending a wave of vibration to my core.

I loudly moan with Pedro’s penis down my throat, generating a low growl from him. I take him out of my mouth and start to plead as Oscar relentlessly works my sensitive clit with no sign of letting up. He sets my body aflame with little to no effort and it’s truly diabolical.

Tenoch comes to my side and begins to gently massage my breasts, bending down and taking one nipple in his mouth while he jerks himself off. Oscar prys my legs open to stop me from squirming. The overwhelming sensation of his scruff on my bundle of nerves is killing me and the mix of pain and pleasure is intoxicating. Gael grabs my calf and begins to suck my toes, one by one while touching himself. He closes his eyes and takes his time savoring them greedily. He sucks and sucks like he’s making love to them and perverted noises start to fill up the room. My body riddles with ecstasy and the heat in my lower belly grows.

Diego squeezes some lube on his hand and continues to jerk himself off while watching this provocative scene unfold in front of him. He comes over to my side and replaces his hand with mine on his leaking erection. I slowly jerk him off while not breaking eye contact with him.

I can feel my arousal taking over. My brain is having trouble functioning and focusing on one particular thing at once. I am incoherent. I know I definitely heard my phone go off three separate times by now. Mulan is already beating Shan Yu’s ass on the roof. My AC unit turned off about an hour ago and it’s hot as shit in here. But none of these distractions matter to me right now. My ears tune into the sweet symphony of their joint moans and hisses, while I witness their hungry eyes fixate on me, mouths slightly parted in a fucked out bliss. The air is thick with sweat, sex and sin.

I come to and feel Oscar between my legs as I jerk Diego off with purpose while Pedro tilts my head towards him and fucks into my mouth, panting with each thrust. I create a tight vacuum, swallowing him with intense suction that my lips create a *pop* sound when I let go. He curses under his breath in satisfaction.

Tenoch breaks things up and takes control. He grabs hold of me and tears me away from everyone’s touch. He picks me up with one arm and lays back on the couch’s sweaty surface before positioning me on top of him. I straddle his waist and lean down for a kiss, exchanging fluids in a raunchy french kiss. He matches my energy and sucks on my tongue. Fuck, he’s such a freak. We continue to make out as he reaches over my ass and rubs my entrance in a circular motion, slowly dragging his thick digits along my folds. Tenoch replaces his fingers with his slick dick and coats his penis in my juices before tapping himself on my clit. Oscar prepared me for the taking and Tenoch is about to have his way with me. His thick cock promptly slides right into my walls and we moan in each other’s mouths. I’m convinced my vagina was made to please him. I try and adjust to his thickness, slowly making room for his size. My greedy cunt eventually swallows him whole. He gasps in approval. I dig my nails into his big chest as I begin to ride him, throwing my head back. Oscar promptly grabs my neck from behind and whispers nasty shit in my ear while I take Tenoch’s cock like a good girl. Tenoch holds onto my waist with a bruising grip, displaying his possessiveness over me. He sits up on one elbow and sucks my sensitive nipples, playing with my piercing with his tongue in a circle motion. My cunt flutters around him, making him buck.

Goosebumps break out all over my skin as a chill runs down my spine. I whine loudly, succumbing to my pleasure in waves. The sounds of Tenoch’s dick slamming into my tight hole as my ass cheeks hit his pelvis is delicious and it makes me wetter each thrust. He’s giving it to me so good right now but Oscar decides to test how much I can truly take at once.

He cups my ass and halts my bouncing. Tenoch’s member slowly slides out. He grabs my cheeks and spreads me wide, admiring the stretch of my asshole and vagina with his tight grip. Oscar leans in and dips his tongue in and out of both holes, indulging in my natural taste. He pulls back and spits on my tight asshole. He sucks his thumb first before bringing his slick finger to my hole, spreading his spit in a circular motion. Oscar deepens the pressure until his thumb successfully slides in.

A raspy moan leaves my lips and I cry out.

“Mmmm I know baby, I know. Daddy knows what to do.“ He confidently mutters between pants. He’s so turned on right now.

He spits on his pointer and middle finger next, slipping in two digits and stretching me out. His calculated process is driving me crazy and my thighs tremble around Tenoch’s waist. I gasp and stop sucking and jerking off Pedro and Diego, focusing on my breathing.

“Don’t be greedy Oscar, there’s enough of her to go around.” Tenoch gripes, assisting in spreading my cheeks to give Oscar better access. I whimper in anticipation.

Oscar continues to work open my hole with a squirt of lube, fucking me with his fingers until he deems I’m ready for his thick shaft. I grow impatient.

“Ah…f-fuck me Oscar, please. I need you!”

Pedro starts to laugh.

“Stop playing with your food Oscar. The lady is getting tired of you.”

“I thought you like when Daddy plays with you, baby.” Oscar taunts before spontaneously slapping both of my ass cheeks one by one, again and again and again. Left. Right. Left. Right. He spanks me so hard that the pain becomes unbearable. Tenoch proceeds to choke me, holding my neck in place. I scream but no sound comes out. My voice is hoarse from sucking and fucking. Gael ducks down and starts to suck on my nipple while twisting the other between two fingers, playing with its jewelry.

Once he deems me ready, Oscar takes his throbbing wood in hand and aligns his coated head with my stretched hole. He grabs some lube one last time, lathers me up and slides in. He takes his time to make sure he doesn’t hurt me but I want it now. He relishes in my tightness and cusses under his breath. Tenoch licks his fingers and lubricates my pussy with his saliva before re-entering me. My eyes roll back with the overstimulation of being filled to the brim. They start to move together in unison and I resume bouncing on both Tenoch’s and Oscar’s dicks together. Oscar looks down, watching himself go in and out of my ass, cheeks bouncing back on his pelvis and jiggling. He bites his lip from the glorious sight.

“Fuck y-your so tight…ah-“ They both rant together.

Sounds of skin slapping skin echo throughout my entire apartment and Oscar steadily grips my shoulder while Tenoch grabs my waist. I feel like I am being split in two as my holes stretch and adjust to being double penetrated. A bitch is on cloud nine and I can barely string two sentences together. They are deep in my guts and I think I’m going to black out from the overwhelming sensation. This is a ride I never want to get off of. Tenoch picks up the pace and fucks up into me with no mercy while Oscar follows suit. He looks determined, sweat dripping down his forehead. Tenoch gawks at my bouncing breasts in his face, matching the fast pace. He reaches down and thumbs my clit.

My orgasm is on the rise and I can feel my climax is near.

“Daddy, I’m….I’m close!” I moan.

Gael lets go of my breast and runs to grab my vibrator from my bedroom. He turns it to the setting I like and places it close to Tenoch’s groan so that it’s touching my clit at the right angle. He looks up at me as my mouth falls open. I’m slowly becoming undone and can’t hold on any longer.

Diego makes the split decision to get up on the couch and position himself in line to face fuck me. He holds my hair as I bounce and proceeds to have his way with me. I moan around his dick as spit pools and drips down my chin. Pedro leans down and fondles a breast while biting one nipple just the way I like it.

It was truly a sight to see. A real group effort. The one group project where everybody wins. My question is why didn’t we think to film any of this and post it to porn sites world wide or only fans and make millions?? You should have seen us! We fucked like real professionals. I could see it now: “Sexy whore takes 5 big cocks like a champ” as the title. Hmmm. Now that I think about it, we would have probably ran into some copyright issues with Mulan playing in the background. The “A girl worth fighting for” song blasting at full volume was a nice touch though.

I feel myself choking on his penis and Diego reminds me to breath through my nostrils as he shoves my head forward. He yanks me off of his dick to give me a second to breath and a string of saliva connects from my lips to his tip. He slaps me a bit and roughly grabs my cheeks. Diego leans in for a sloppy kiss and purrs “that’s my fucking slut.” He’s genuinely proud of me.

“Now suck!” He demands and plunges back into my mouth without any hesitation. He’s pumping me so fucking good while his thrusts start to become sporadic and his breath goes ragged. I know he’s close. He slips his throbbing dick out of my mouth and readjusts so that I give his neglected balls some lovin. He bites his lip in approval.

“I’m cumming…I’m cu-“ Tenoch goes silent as he spills his hot seed deep into my swollen pussy. My vagina pulses around him as I feel him paint my walls. I shake involuntarily as he comes down off of his high. His dick slides out of me and goes limp, while his seed leaks down my thigh. He lays there catching his breath as everyone continues to use me for their own satisfaction. He watches me bounce on top of him as Oscar continues to pound me from behind.

I quickly follow suit and climax hard, squirting all over Tenoch with Oscar deep in my ass, Pedro sucking my nipple rings hard, Gael rubbing my clit with my vibrator on high and Diego stuffing his balls in my mouth.

Everyone let’s go of me for a second as I buckle and grip Tenoch’s chest before completely collapsing on top of him. All of my energy leaves my body. He catches me in his arms and caresses my back, making sure I’m okay. He kisses my forehead and I feel his chest rise and fall.

Once my breath evens out, I look up and see everyone staring at me with concern. The Mulan end credits continue to roll on the TV. I sheepishly look around and immediately get shy in front of them for the first time.

“So…..round two?��

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#I dont know how I feel about this but I hope y’all like it? rofl #tenoch huerta #pedro pascal #diego luna #oscar isaac #Gael Bernal #tenoch x reader #pedro x reader #diego x reader #Oscar x reader #Gael x reader #fic writing #you ask me why is the mulan movie in this and to that I say why not #no for real I don’t know what this is #this is meant to be read as a random character not as myself #yeah I’m just going to stick to edits and stuff bc this was HARD yall #shout out to fan fic writers 😮‍💨🥲#we just got a letter

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goldenstoriesfromgoldenhearts · 6 months

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Divine Intervention

A heads up before anything. This is so non-canon complicit it's not even funny, this was entirely self-indulgent and not canon to the other Rae stories I've posted. This is a simple lil fun 'what if' idea.

I haven't done the Cazador fight yet so I took so many creative liberties~ It was also sort of running on itself at the end there and I wasn't sure where to cut it so we get a fun lil Rae one-liner. I might write the fight scene but I might not. Unsure yet. Also Lliira is a Forgotten Realm's goddess, not a canonical Baldur's Gate entity but considering they use the FR gods in their pantheon, I figured it was a safe bet.

POSSIBLE SPOILERS FOR ACT 3 IN HERE ANYWAY CUZ IT IS CAZADOR FIGHT. THIS IS YOUR ONLY WARNING.

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Rae knew they were going to have a bad time during this fight, all of them had known going against Cazador Szarr was going to be hellish, it was why they had stocked up on holy oil, why Shadowheart had layered as many blessings on them all as she could manage, it was why Rae had gone into the ritual room already raging, a quick hard-enough-to-draw-blood bite to her cheek.

What she hadn't expected was Astarion to be taken out for the first few rounds, the ritual starting.

How they'd gotten here was a blur, she'd been front and centre, taking most of the brunt of the damage along with Panae's earth elemental form going full metal and taking what she didn't. Wyll pulling double duty to both get some hits in and help their rogue friend out.

She remembered that there had been a glowing white arrow shot by her that had hit Cazador in the shoulder and had heard Astarion shout something that she hadn't been able to hear over the blood pounding in her ears and a part of her had relaxed, he was in the fight, he was okay, she could focus now.

Only she was pretty sure, staring down at a pearly white fanged grin, that was when it had started going to shit.

Red eyed, blood thirsty spawn created a barrier around each of her friends. All of them fighting to just survive while she had been one-on-one getting her ass handed to her by Cazador himself.

As a team they'd been dealing damage but in her armour, with her rage clouding her vision and her ears. She hadn't stood a chance.

She was pretty sure one of his attacks had broken part of her armour, she could feel something sharp digging into her skin. The pain mixing with everything else, her sword had been kicked away and her height truly was working against her. Cazador was holding her up by her neck like she was a doll, something fragile he was intending to break.

“Bitch Ass Fuck” She gasped out, trying to in vain scratch at his arm, anything to get him to drop her.

It was getting hard to breathe

“Such a vulgar mouth on this one Astarion, I thought I trained you better” Cazador's voice carried over the sound of the fighting and she could tell, staring at his face, the minute he got her friends' reactions, the grin turned smug and his eyes narrowed.

“Let her go you wretch” Came Astarion's furious snarl, loud and if Cazador were anyone else, she had no doubts he would been having second thoughts. Her friend sounded about ready to go feral and murder someone. Probably Cazador.

“Now why would I go and do something like that?” Cazador asked, his eyes flicking up to the deep gnome as her rage dropped, the red fading from her eyes back to a dark pink. Squeezing tighter on her neck, Rae let out a strangled noise, black beginning to cloud the edges of her vision

“Coward” she breathed out, glaring as the vampire lord let out a low chuckle

“Not a coward darling, just smart” He said, his eyes moving away from her back to Astarion and it made her sick to her stomach the pure enjoyment he got out of whatever he was seeing.

“Coward” She said, trying her best to snarl the word out but it came out instead as a pain gasp. “Haven't. . .you heard. . .of a. . .fair fight”

“I haven't actually, what's that like?” he asked, still staring away from her and she felt annoyance flare up beside the pain. Why bother singling her out as a threat if he wasn't even going to treat her as. . .

Understanding soon flared and she, against her better judgement, tried to look over her shoulder at her friends, finding the reason for it all too soon.

Astarion was fighting like a bat out of hell, using daggers and teeth. Four spawns' bodies lay dead around him and the last three were having trouble keeping him from darting over, she watched as one tried to grapple him and promptly had an arm broken and a knife through the heart.

Cazador was playing off Astarion's desperation.

'How many times had he seen this?' she wondered, head flicking to Sebastian for just a moment 'how many times had he tried to become close with one of his fellow spawn only for Cazador to torment and kill them in front of him?'

She found her eyes drawn back to the very man holding her up and found him watching her intently, something on her face must have given her thoughts away if the sick grin, borderline manic thing that appeared on his face said anything.

Rae wanted to snarl that he was a sick twisted bastard, how dare he use her to hurt someone she loved, she'd fucking kill him for it the fucking cu-

The angry thoughts swirling around in her head were quite suddenly cut off by the feeling of. . .wet? A cold blooming pain was coming from her chest. Her head looked down and she found a sword sticking out from her, neatly slotted in between two plates of her armour.

Well that wasn't good.

The hand holding her up suddenly released and she fell to the floor with a loud heavy THUNK, her head hitting the ground adding to the pain she was suddenly aware of.

There was a scream maybe? A yell? She really couldn't be sure. There was a ringing in her ears that was muting everything, like she was raging but worse.

She tried to reach up, grabbing the sword's blade in an effort to pull it out of her when a scream ripped itself from her throat, as instead, a pale hand pushed it further down.

Cazador was saying something, looking away from her, looking vaguely like a deeply disappointed parent. He shook his head and the sword was ripped from her as he simply moved, a blur.

She lost track of everything but the pain.

There was sounds of battle going on but she couldn't hear any of it, it was like the world had become muted.

Moving made it worse so she just lay there, her thoughts a jumbled mess, there were yells of words in voices not her own bouncing around her head but she couldn't focus enough to make them out.

Why was she so cold?

The pain was overwhelming. . .until it simply wasn't anymore.

She was floating above it, above herself, her eyes dull and lifeless, her body had lost it's colour and under her purple armour, under her was a pool of blood.

Her eyes flicked over to her right, seeing blurs of black and white, saw flashes of green magic and grey objects that flew by, fell and then were remade again.

None of it quite made sense to her.

She wanted to fly down and over to see if she could make sense of it all but a gentle hand on her shoulder stopped her, she turned to look and a beautiful woman stood there.

Long blue-black hair, pale skin, bright warm blue eyes, a yellow flowing dress adorned her figure and a name flicked through Rae's mind.

Lliira, goddess of Happiness and Freedom

She'd seen her statue on her mother's altar once, she'd been drawn to the bright colours of the piece before her mother had laughed and put it away. Saying it was not for tiny hands.

Lliira smiled at her, gently tapping her nose with a giggle

“It is not your time yet little one” The Goddess said, her voice bright and warm “You have gods chosen to fall, a follower of my friend Mystra to save and a life to live”

“Why me?” came her broken reply, her spirit heavy. She was exhausted, she just wanted rest and was now being told she couldn't? Why?

“Because a devout one of mine gave you life, pleaded when you fell and I am never one to turn down a request” Lliira answered, stepping back to reveal a young deep gnome standing there. Her blonde hair in a tight braid, her eyes just as brown as Rae remembered, her clothes simple comfortable, a loose shirt, soft-looking pants.

Rae reacted on instinct, darting into her mother's arms who embraced her and held her close. A kiss being pressed to her head. Tears falling from Rae's eyes with quiet sobs that were gently shushed.

“It's alright petal, you are okay darling, it's okay” the older gnome whispered, eyes connecting with her Goddess's before the deity smiled and vanished. “I know my love, I know”

It healed cracks she didn't know existed hearing her mother's voice again, a small part of her comforted even in such circumstances

“I missed you” came a broken whisper from Rae and she felt lips press against her head again

“I know, I missed you. As did your father, we await you for your time my love” She said before the two pulled back slightly, her mother's soft smile faltering “But it is not your time yet, you have a destiny, as do your friends. They need you”

“I'm so tired ma” Meeva'Rae said, her shoulders slumping and her mother gave her a look full of sympathy. Wiping a tear away, Rae leaned into her mother's hand and sighed.

“You have a long fight ahead of you, I will not lie but you are strong, you will get through it and then you will have a lifetime ahead to rest. I promise” Her Ma said and Rae closed her eyes for just a moment, soaking up as much of this as she could, the air full of the scent of snapdragons and violets, warmth that seemed to surround and soak into her skin

“I best get back to it then” Rae said, opening her eyes again, a determination settling in. The two sharing a smile before Rae's mother moved her hands to her shoulders, a soft purple glow beginning to come from them.

“Our Lady has promised a fraction of her power for your current most problem but you will need rest. I can only preserve your life for so long”

“Get in, get it done quick. Okay” Rae gave a firm nod before reaching up and squeezing her mother's hands “I love you, tell Pa I miss him?”

“I will my heart. On the wind and light with you”

Those were the last words she heard before gasping, she felt the cold stone floor beneath her and slowly made her way to standing. She could still feel the wound in her chest, it was smaller now but would still need attention.

The sounds of battle reached her ears and she whipped around, dead spawns' bodies littered the floor but she could see her friends. Astarion and Cazador were snarling at each other, Wyll's eyes glowed with purple as she noticed the hex energy around their vampiric foe and Panae was sending mud mephit after mud mephit into the fray.

They'd gotten a few good hits in, she could see and she grinned. Her flaming sword now glowing with a distinct white-golden hue appeared in her hand. She rushed over.

Swinging her sword up in a diagonal line along her enemy's back, she heard the hiss of pain and Cazador jumped sideways, spinning to face them all. Smoke coming off his back

“Surprise ass fuck” Rae said, twirling her sword before taking her stance next to Astarion. The looks on her group's faces were a mixture of surprise, relief and confusion. She knew she would have some explaining to do later.

“You were dead” Cazador growled and Rae just giggled and sent him a playful wink

“Had a chat with Death, they decided I was too much of a hassle.” She asked, bright and perky as she grinned at him. Her body began to glow the same white-golden hue as her sword, the light washing over her family, small wounds closing, their weapons and claws beginning to glow with divine energy. “Ready to meet death yourself asshole."

#bg3 tav #Meeva'Rae The Deep Gnome #bg3 #Astarion #Panae The Druid #wyll ravengard #mine #stories #Cazador Szarr #astarion ancunin #baldur's gate iii #baldur's gate 3

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Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Subaru Maniac [09]

CHAPTER MASTERLIST

ー The scene starts at the inner courtyard

Yui: ( It had been so long since we last had a meal with a large group of people... )

( I guess you could say that everyone gathered here now is Subaru-kun’s ally. )

( Despite everything, I’d say that Subaru-kun has a lot of people backing him up, looking after him. )

( He has his own character and personality to thank for that, doesn’t he? )

On certain CGs, little black roses will appear on the screen. If you click on them, you get an extra line of dialogue.

“For some reason...I can’t genuinely feel happy ‘bout this situation. ‘Cause I know that if it weren’t for you and the others...I wouldn’t have been able to achieve anythin’ at all.”

“Hey...Don’t you ever think that I’m a pathetic loser? Nahー I guess you’d never think such a thing.”

Subaru: ...

Yui: Subaru-kun...? Is there still something weighing down on your mind?

Subaru: ...In the end, I haven’t accomplished jackshit myself, have I?

That just kind of...irks me.

Yui: Eh...?

( I can’t believe he doesn’t realize it himself... )

...Listen, I believe that without your existence, things wouldn’t have turned out this way.

Subaru: ...My existence...?

Yui: Exactly.

Subaru: ...

...Now that you mention it, I feel like my mom said somethin’ similar in the past.

Yui: Christa-san did?

Subaru: Yeah. Back before she lost her mind.

ー A flashback ensues

Christa: Subaru. While you rarely ever express your genuine feelings, you are such a gentle boy at heart, aren’t you?

That is exactly why your existence has saved me.

Furthermore, your Father actually told me those exact same words in the past.

ーー Christa, it was your existence which saved me, he said.

ー The flashback ends

Yui: I see...You must take after your mother then.

Of course, I’m always being saved by you being here with me as well.

Subaru: Yui...

Yui: While you can be a little violent at times, you are actually an incredibly kind soul at heart.

I honestly have lost count of how many times that kindness of yours helped me not lose hope while living at the Sakamaki manor.

I could not imagine a life without you.

Subaru: ...

*ROAAAAAR*

Yui: Ah, again...

Subaru: ...Oi.

ー Subaru embraces her

*Rustle*

Yui: S-Subaru-kun...!? Why would you embrace me all of a sudden?

Subaru: Who cares? Anyway, just lemme stay like this for a bit.

Selection

→ It’s embarrassing

Yui: B-But...If somebody were to see us like this...

Subaru: It’s not like anyone will come all the way out here, don’t worry.

...Or should I make it so you can’t think ‘bout our surroundings anymore?

Yui: ...N-No thank you!

Subaru: Then be a good girl.

Yui: Okay...

→ Wrap your arms around his back (❦)

Yui: ( Subaru-kun... )

*Rustle rustle*

Subaru: ...What? You’re bein’ pretty bold, wrappin’ your arms ‘round me like that.

Yui: T-That wasn’t my intention but... Doing this helps me relax.

Subaru: Wha...!?

Fuck...Don’t say that kinda shit like it’s nothin’.

*ROAAAAAR*

Subaru: ...Seems like these cries are connected to my emotions somehow.

Yui: Eh? What do you mean by that...?

ー Kou suddenly runs up to them

Kou: Subaru-kun, M-neko-chan!

Subaru: !?

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: K-Kou-kun? Why are you in such a panic...?

Kou: It’s bad news! You have to come at once!

Yui: S-Sure...

( I wonder what the bad news is...? )

Monologue

The words Christa-san spoke,

telling him that she was saved (救われている) by his very existence.

As someone who had to endure seeing her in her lunatic state,

I can only imagine how important of a memory that must be to Subaru-kun.

I can also genuinely sympathize with that feeling.

However, that short-lived moment of bliss (一瞬の幸福),

abruptly fell apart by Kou-kun’s arrival.

It would appear that,

fate does not intend,

to give us any breaks.

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

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The Girl Can Bite Too, You Know - Part 1

Dean Winchester x (Female) Reader

Summary: While trying to keep your business afloat, you get caught in the crossfire of a Winchester hunt and have no choice but to get involved. Much to Dean's enjoyment, you're a feisty one with no intention of letting the monsters get the better of you. Thus starts a whole new opportunity for adventure.

A/N: I'm intending on making this a series, but I've no idea how long it's gonna be just yet. We're just rolling with whatever comes along.

Warnings: Show themed violence and thats about it for this part

Word count: 2,005

The bar should’ve been empty by now - closing time was over an hour ago and it was only a Tuesday night. But the group of road workers had arrived late, and clearly they’d had a tough day and needed a drink. Their faces were pink and leathery from the raging Texas sun and the collars of their hi-vis uniform caked in sweat. It had been a slow evening, so you’d taken the executive decision to send the other bar workers home on time and stay to clean up on your own. Besides, it wasn’t like you had anything better to do.

By the time you’d cleaned each table twice, washed and polished all the glasses, and re-wrote the specials on the board, it was gone 3am. The boys didn’t look like they planned on going anywhere.

“A’rite folks, times up. I’m sorry, but I’m gonna have to ask you to finish up and move along now.” You gave them a wink from across the bar, hoping not to dampen their moods. The last thing you needed was three rowdy lads messing up your pride and joy. They grunted, one raising his glass towards you in recognition. But 15 minutes later, they were still there, glasses empty now. Swearing under your breath, you walked towards them, cleaning a glass with the apron tied around your waist just in case.

“C’mon guys, I’ve let you stay on later than I ought. Now make a move, please, yeah?” They grunted again, not looking up at you. Great. “Hey, you heard me. Times up. Don’t make me ask again.” You were smiling through gritted teeth now.

“Alright bitch, we heard you the first time.” The one closest to you, with his back against your front, muttered. Nope. You weren’t having that.

“What did you just say?” The anger was clear in your voice now. “Don’t you use language like that to me, in my bar. Now clear out, the lot of you.” You shook your head, staring down at them furiously. The boys chuckled, and the chunkiest of the three stood up slowly to face you.

“Last time I checked, this was a free county ma’am. So me and my fellas are gonna stay here until we’re done. Now, run along and fix us some more beer won’t you, doll?”

Your nostrils flared as you burned holes in his eyes. Seriously, did he think you would be intimated? As if you hadn’t dealt with a thousand misogynistic men like this before?

“Last time. You three. Take your dirty mouths and get out my bar.”

You were met once again by an ugly laugh and he drew closer to you, his peanut breath wafting. By now, his two mates had stepped up behind him. The chunky guy stepped forward, forcing you to stumble back into the bar. Shit.

“Sir, step away from me now.” You hissed but he didn’t budge. His hand came up to wrap around your waist as you took advantage of the moment, swinging the glass you had tucked under your apron round the back of his head. It shattered instantaneously as it met with his thick skull, shocking him into a flinch. Without hesitation, you lent back against the bar, swinging your legs over the top of your head to roll back behind the protection of the barrier. Landing in a crouch, you grabbed the bat you stored under the till just as you were ripped off your feet by the shorter of the three guys. He shoved you up against the back of the bar, sending bottles crashing down onto your head.

"Big mistake, pretty girl," he grinned, flinging a fist straight into your face. Keeping you pinned up, you grimaced through the pain, squeezing your eyes shut to hold the dizziness as you swung the bat blindly but pleased to feel the connection with a solid forearm. These guys clearly fancied themselves tough, but they had zero awareness for what was going on around them. Despite being outnumbered and out-weighted, it was easy for you to gain the upper hand, springing from his grasp as he cried out in pain and sprinting to the other end of the bar towards the giant frame taking prime position opposite the main door. You knocked it aside, using it to hurl towards the third man now making his way towards you, managing to buy you just enough time to access the safe hidden behind it.

"FREEZE, NOW!" You spun round to face them, panting as you pointed the gun straight at them. The one closest to you, the youngest, skidded to a halt and glanced back at his buddies. The one behind the bar held his broken arm close to his chest, while the chunky one was still trying to shake the glass off his head. Watching them now, you knew a firearm was out of their league. They had never expected you to fight back, and they didn't have the skills to push you further. They were just trying their luck, attempting to assert their manliness. At the sight of the gun, the older guys nodded at the younger, who turned back to you with the look of disappointment having been motioned to stand down by his elders.

"We'll be back, sweetheart. Don't miss us too much," he winked, sending shivers down your spine. More shivers of embarrassment than fear, though. Poor lad had probably never even kissed a girl. And probably never would, unless he worked on that wink.

They shifted out the bar, making a point to slam the door after them. You sighed, making sure to put the safety back on the shotgun and place it neatly back in the safe, checking over the portrait before hanging it back up. "Cheers for always having my back, Dad," you sighed up at him as you dusted a few pieces of dust off the canvas.

It was late, or rather early, but neither Sam or Dean were tired. Adrenaline was pumping - now they'd figured what the werewolves looked like, they were raring to go put them down. The Impala swung into the dusty gravel car park outside the bar, pulling up sharply under the neon sign.

"Y/N's Bar, huh? Well, let's see if she's in eh, Sammy?" Dean grinned as his brother as he climbed out, narrowly avoiding Sam's rolling eyes.

"Dean, it's gone 3am. This place is closed for sure. Look, we're the only car here." But Dean just shook his head.

"Nope, there's a light on in there. Someone's up for sure." They tucked their guns into their waistbands as Dean pushed the door open, knocking the little bell above making it chime. Sam was right - the place was empty, except for the girl sat up on the bar, ice pack held to her head, a bottle of Jack in front of her.

"Seriously? That gun is still loaded dumbasses. Now clear off before I have to use it!" She yelled, head down still. The Winchesters exchanged a confused glance at one another.

"Woah there sweetheart, think we may have skipped the introductions," Dean crept forward slightly with his arms up and the girl looked up quickly at the sound of his voice. For a second she looked scared, before her face relaxed significantly into annoyance.

"Sorry, thought you were someone else. Look guys, I'm closed, can't you see that? I ain't serving anyone tonight." She slid off the bar, running a hand through her Y/H/C locks and popping the lid back on the Jack.

"We-we just have some questions, if that's alright?" Sam reached into his pocket and flipped open the leather bound FBI wallet belonging to one 'Agent Slovak' while Dean followed suit, flashing that of 'Agent Kiedis'.

"Fine," she dismissed them, not evening bothering to take a closer look at the badges. Waving an arm, she gestured for the brothers to sit while she walked round the bar, grabbing a few glasses. "I hope it's not against the job to have a drink. I've had a hell of a night, so you can't say no." They nodded, accepting gracefully.

"Yeah, you alright there?" Dean nodded towards her busted lip and the black eye that was already starting to show. She snorted, throwing the ice pack down in favour of a shot of whisky.

"Usual business. Nothing I can't take care of myself." She lent forward on the bar and Dean couldn't help but glance down at her tanned breasts pushed in by the black lace that peaked out of her grey tank top. Sam cleared his throat, nudging his brother out of his trance and Dean grumbled.

"So you're Y/N?" The younger Winchester questioned. She nodded.

"Yeah, this is my place. I'm not a total narcissist though, I didn't name the joint after myself. It was my old man's first, I just took it over when he died." She took another shot, wincing slightly as the liquor burned the cut on her lip.

"That him?" Dean pointed at the huge oil painting hanging on the wall behind them. It took up most the shelf in it's outlandish gold frame and was hard to miss. Y/N grinned, pushing two shots towards the boys in an act of encouragement which Dean gratefully accepted, Sam following with only mild hesitation this time.

"Yeah, I painted it when I was in high school, part of a stupid project about heroes or something. It was supposed to be a bit of a joke, but he loved it, put it on display for everyone who came in to see. I was humiliated at the time, but now it's a nice reminder of why I keep this place running when things get tough."

"It's nice," Sam shrugged. "You've got talent." Y/N laughed back at him.

"Nah, it's nothing proper. This joint is my baby now. Although I kinda wanna get her closed and head to bed, so if you guys have any actual FBI questions, now might be a good time to start shooting them." She grinned up and Sam nodded sheepishly while Dean cleared his throat.

"Well, my partner and I are looking for a group of guys. A family, mixed ages. We don't know how many, probably five or six of them. Tradesmen or road workers, something like that. We're wondering if they've come in at all. Would have been wearing uniform, probably workman clothes, hard hats, that kinda thing." Dean straightened his tie and concentrated on keeping his eyes up as he spoke to Y/N. That was easier said than done as she turned round and bent down to restock a shelf, her low waisted jeans dropping down a bit and her tank riding up.

"Why, what they done? Re-laid a road wrong or something? Painted the lines wonky?" She tilted her head teasingly.

"Something...something a bit more serious." Sam croaked out, giving Dean a side eye. "If you could help us that would be gratefully appreciated, then we'll be out of your hair."

She sighed, slouching against the bar. "Well I haven't seen a whole family, but I've seen three of them. Young guys, kids really. I shouldn't have served them but I guessed they'd had a long day and, well, this is Texas. Didn't we all drink before we were legal?"

The brothers nodded, Dean perhaps more so than Sam.

"Anyway, it was late, past close and I asked them to leave. They got rowdy, I don't know, maybe they were bored, didn't wanna go back home to their folks. We had a little scrap I suppose, hence the busted face. But like I said, nothing I can't handle."

Dean glanced at Sam and met his worried gaze, both vividly aware of how lucky Y/N had been to get away with just a scratch. "When did they leave?" Sam questioned.

Y/N shrugged. "Just before you got here, maybe ten minutes or so? That's who I assumed you were when you came in. I supposed they'd be back."

| Part 2 |

#supernatural #spn #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x y/n #sam winchester #sam and dean #spn fic #sam winchester x reader #spnfandom #spn masterlist #spn y/n series #spn x reader

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useless-bi-otch · 1 year

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Cookies'n Cream - Chapter 4

Last chapter / MasterList / Art by @aneenasevla

Chapter 4 - Embarrassment, with icing on top

Tomori hadn't felt so anxious about the arrival of a Monday since her college days, where she had stayed up various nights in a row while preparing her thesis. She had arrived at the Heavy Bakery exceptionally early that day, almost at the same time as Kanami, which had surprised her boss a bit.

“Look, Tomori, it's not that I mind you being here so early, you know that… but we don't open until two hours from now."

"I know, Kanny. But I ended up sleeping little, so when I woke up, I saw no reason to stay another two hours doing nothing at home" She had yawned, walking in after her friend after the back door was opened. Kanami arched an eyebrow.

"You didn't sleep well? Wanna talk about it?"

“Don't worry, it was no big deal. Just anxiety about the debut of the new dessert", She assured her, and technically it wasn't a lie. It was just that her anxiety was more focused on who would be tasting the dessert, specifically. And the anxiety remained, even now, with the bakery at its peak and bringing enough to do to occupy her head.

"Girl, if you keep looking at the door like that, people will start to think that you intend to run away during your lunch break", Hiro comments playfully, when he catches the assistant cook once again staring at the bakery's entrance door . She shakes her head as she re-stocks the food display, leaving the donuts in the spotlight.

“I'm just checking the movement, Hiro. It's good to keep an eye out for the type of people who frequent our workplace."

"Yes, tell me about it… especially if that 'type of person' is part of your selection of juicy meats, full of natural, hormone-free muscles…"

"Hiro. Don't", She snorts, her ears getting a little hot, to which he smirks.

"Come on, Tomori, don't think I didn't notice the way you lift your head like a meerkat every time the doorbell rings. You're waiting for him to show up again, right?"

“Who?”

"That big bald guy who thinks that wearing a baseball cap inside a closed establishment isn't a non-bailable crime against fashion. How that didn't make you drier than the Sahara, I'll never understand."

Tomori would have thrown one of the donuts at his head if that wasn't professionally inappropriate and a waste of food.

"Baseball caps are the hallmark of his style, okay? Not wanting him to wear them is like expecting Hurricane Helms to not wear his mask or for Matt Hardy to not enter the arena to the sound of 'Matty Facts'!"

"Girl, you know I don’t understand shit about those pro-wrestling references you make, right? But anyway, I think that answers my question", He laughs again "You're really waiting for him, right? Did the classic 'phone number written on a napkin' technique worked?"

She tries to remain impassive, but fails. A goofy smile takes over her lips, her eyes twinkling

"He called me last Saturday night!"

"Girl, no way!", He presses his face between his hands, mouth opening in an excited O "He skipped straight to calling? God, I LOVE men who knows what they want!"

"I thought he was going to ignore my efforts, after three days without receiving even a little text. But he ended up surprising me!" She gives him a coquettish laugh "I wasn't even close to the phone the first time he called, can you believe it? It got to voicemail, I almost missed the opportunity."

"Atta girl! He almost escaped through those fingers thirstying for muscles. Now be more careful and don't let go of that phone, not even if your life depends on it!", He practically orders, imperiously pointing at her, to which Tomori laughs. Tomoyo approaches, carrying an empty tray, calling while delivering a notepad sheet:

"Here are the orders for table five! And tone it down a bit, we can hear your voices all the way from the pantry."

"Sorry, Tomoyo. It's just that I can't help but cheer on when one of my friend's about to get a piece of some round, muscular butt."

"Hiro! She's sixteen...!"

"I'm not a kid, Tomori, c'mon", The girl rolls her eyes a bit.

“And you're not an adult either. Keep that devilish tongue in check and don't tarnish her innocence too soon, Hiro", The cook warns, to which the cashier raises his hands in surrender.

"Okay, okay, I won't sully her little ears anymore. The muscular butt in question is far too old for her, after all..."

"You're terrible", She rolls her eyes, while Tomoyo just looks unimpressed. She takes the sheet with the orders and goes to the kitchens, where Kanami was already preparing the first batch of homemade cookies.

"Hey! The icing is almost ready. Stir it for me while I bake the first batch, please."

"Right away, boss!" Tomori grabs the icing bowl, whistling happily. Kanami smiles at her over her shoulder.

"I heard the conversation just now. Hiro and you really don't know how to keep it quiet..."

"Sorry!"

“Ahaha, it's okay. It's just that I now know where this anxiety of yours comes from. Wow, that spurt of courage you had last week really did pay off, huh", Kanami jokes while opening the big pre-heated oven "Is he really going to show up today?"

“He told he would on the phone. Oh, Kanny, I can't believe it..." She lets out a dreamy sigh, removing the plastic film that sealed the bowl and picking up a spatula "It's a teenage fantasy of mine coming true! I mean, the oil-smeared octagon is missing, but anyway..."

"Girl, your fantasies are weird as hell..."

"That's funny, coming from the girl who was all out of breath when her favorite bottomless pit nailed Judas Sabbath in karaoke like a professional."

"Did not! Now get back to work!" Kanami growls, blushing, to which Tomori laughs, concentrating on the royal icing, already imagining how she would confect the cookies.

Did Okubo Naoya like sugar cookies with icing? She knew that he was very fond of typical American fried food, especially donuts, but she was already having ideas on how to serve those cookies in such a way that they were irresistible to him. She just hoped he didn't find them too 'girly'. She knew how many men's mindset worked…

About two hours and four more batches of cookies later, they hear the doorbell ring. And Hiro's laugh followed it the next second.

"Listen up, cooks on duty" He called from the kitchen door "The Beefy Car is passing by on your street. Come and enjoy this fine selection of full-bodied meats and choose the one that best suits your specific tastes. We have breasts, thighs, biceps, triceps, rectus abdominis and pectorals. Pectorals, I said! For the friendliest price you could imagine!"

"Hiro, the customers will hear you", Kanami grumbles, to which the cashier immediately replies:

"Relax, your seaweed monster is not among the samples of the day. Just Tomori's muscle man and his friends from that day, with one more addition."

"Hiro, I swear to god- Easy, Tomori, you'll drop the batch!" Kanami warns her friend when she almost runs out of the kitchen, the cookies swaying on the tray she was carrying. She stops dead in her tracks, taking all of her willpower to stop herself from grinning too wide as she sees the new arrivals making their way to the counter.

Unsurprisingly, Okubo was the first one she noticed, being the tallest of the group. He was better dressed than he had been on his last visit, and her heart was beating like a drum just thinking that this production was all for her. But was it just her imagination, or did he look… angry? He was frowning, seeming to be muttering to himself, and for a worrying second she wondered if he was forcing himself to show up... until she saw that his blond friend (Rihito, right?) was following close behind, smiling from ear to ear as he gave Okubo a cracking slap on the back.

"Come on, you already have an ugly mug. Don't make it worse, you’re gonna scare the poor girl..."

"I wouldn't be making that face if I didn't have to put up with your annoying asses! Why did you come anyway?"

"Kaneda wanted to see the bakery", The white-haired man (Himuro, if she remembered correctly) enters right behind, smiling scathingly, followed by a shorter man, with straight black hair framing his face, narrow eyes and wearing more traditional attire that she would only expect to see during festivals. He was smiling too.

"Yes. Rihito and Himuro also wanted to have a snack."

"Aaaand of course, we wanted to offer our good ol' friend all the support he needs" The blonde puts a hand on his chest in theatrical innocence "That's just how strong our friendly bond is."

"Not as strong as the bond between my fist and your faces. Don't you dare make me look like a fool in front of her, did'ja hear me?"

"Dude, you already do. Good afternoon, Miss Kanami, Miss Uta!", Rihito greets them, raising his voice and waving with an excited smile "Remember us?"

"How could we forget?", Kanami, from the kitchen door, rolls her eyes, while Hiro had a discreet burst of laughter when he saw the bald man's eyes widening like golf balls. He finally sees Tomori and his expression changes completely, going from angry to dumbfounded, his face and thick neck reddening. He straightens his shoulders and puffs out his chest a little, adjusting as discreetly as he can the silver chain he wore around his neck, and then opened an adorable little smile when she discreetly waved to him.

"Welcome. Are you going to order something? No, phone numbers don't count as orders" Kanami says right away, with a bored expression, when Rihito opens his mouth to say something.

"Eh... Okubo got one..."

"He got one when he wasn't looking for it. He didn't need to ask. Learn from him."

"Heck yeah! Take that!", Okubo points at Rihito with a triumphant expression. And then he flinches, getting even redder, when Hiro lets out a nasal laugh. Himuro and Kaneda laugh too, more measuredly, while Rihito opens a mocking smile, arching an eyebrow.

"Heh. Would you look at that... your little gift was like an injection of self-esteem for my buddy here, you know, Miss Uta? He's been strutting up and down like a peacock all week, hahaha."

Tomori had never seen a pair of ears turn red so quickly, so Okubo must've been breaking some sort of record. She holds back the urge to laugh and tries to think of something to say in an attempt to ease his embarrassment, but it ends up not being necessary.

"Y'know what? I sure am" He suddenly lifts his chin, and although he was still a little red in the face, his expression now conveyed much more confidence "You'd also be walking like that if you’d received the number of such a pretty girl, you jerk."

He looks sideways at Tomori, arching an eyebrow and smirking. And she has to hold on to the counter as her legs quivered a bit, her face heating up to the point of making her sweat. She was partially aware of all the eyes on her, but she couldn't focus her mind enough to care.

Would it look too bad for her to jump over the counter to grab and kiss the hell out of him?

Hiro was grinning from ear to ear, and even Kanami seemed to be amused by the situation. Himuro and Kaneda exchanged amused glances, the former commenting:

"Heh, he countered like a true MMA champion."

"I know, right! Forget it, Rihito, he won this time around."

"Whatever, I'll have my rematch."

“Anytime you want”, Okubo waves away, still smiling, but there's a slightly sharp gleam in his eyes. He was warning the others, Tomori realizes, awakening from her dazed state. That indeed seemed to be a pretty common interaction in that friend group, and judging by the expressions of the other three, they were going to ignore the warning and continue with their teasing. It reminded her of her high school days, when teenagers amused themselves by psychologically torturing their friends about their crushes. He then turns to her again.

"Anyway… I came, as promised."

"Yeah… you did..." She takes a deep breath to be able to respond normally, and opens her best hostess smile “W-Welcome back, Mr. Okubo. And you guys too! We're glad that you enjoyed our service enough to come back."

"And enough for us to introduce it to our friend here", Himuro indicates the smaller one, who nods with a smile.

"Hello there! Kaneda Sukeichi, at your service. I'm also a friend of Ohma, Mr. Yamashita and the wrestlers from SJPW. These three told me very good things about this place and I got very interested in visiting. Especially when I heard about you, ma'am", He turns to Kanami, who raises an eyebrow.

"Nice to meet you too. And wow, if I had known before that I had become so famous in your social circle, I would've placed an ad on the front of the bakery, promoting my illustrious presence."

"We can spread the news in exchange for some complimentary snacks!"

"Giving up on her number already, Rihito?"

"A soldier knows how to choose his battles."

"If you did you wouldn't even try to eat for free around here. But we guarantee that our prices are fair and affordable, right guys?" Kanami smiles at Tomori, who follows the cue and assumes a professional pose, determined not to look bad in front of the guy she wanted to impress.

"Absolutely, and it’s their quality that makes them that way! Today we are serving one of our specialties: sugar cookies!" She displays the tray of cookies with the pride of an artist presenting her masterpiece "They're fresh out of the oven! Do you want a sample?"

The four of them approach to check the tray, interested... and she sees the exact moment when Okubo and Rihito get a little suspicious.

"Uuh… they're… pretty colorful, aren't they?" Okubo comments, hesitating, while Rihito twists his mouth a little.

"Flowers, lace and ruffles? Is this really for eating?"

“Of course it is, knucklehead. That's royal icing, isn't it?", Himuro asks "I got a box of those from one of my girlfriends last Valentines. They're pretty good."

"Oh, they look very nice! Was it you who baked them, miss?" Kaneda asks, to which Tomori nods, now feeling a little embarrassed.

"Yes, it was me. Cookies are my specialty. And I also frosted them."

"Congratulations, that's a neat hand job. I'll have some!"

"Ahaha, thank you!"

"Me too, they go well with coffee", Himuro looks over his shoulder "What about you two? Are you really going to get all prissy over some icing?"

"Uuh..." Okubo glances at Tomori, and she sees guilt in his eyes. Rihito suddenly smiles, nudging his friend's arm and teasing:

"Yeah, dude, you're not going to embarrass Miss Uta like that, are you? Relax, get some cookies, and meanwhile I'll order you some tea, in a china cup with daisy prints-"

"Quit it! I... alright, I'll have some too" He finally seems to make up his mind, after swatting Rihito's hand away. Tomori holds out the tray hopefully, and he chooses one with the simplest possible glaze job: yellow polka dots on a baby blue background. Rihito kept smirking, oblivious to how Kanami and Hiro were giving him annoyed looks. They should include ‘disgusting sexism’ as an intolerable behavior by the bakery's policy. And if Tomori's crush exhibited the same behavior...

Okubo takes a bite of the cookie, chewing slowly, his brow a little furrowed. And then his expression softens, the hesitation replaced by surprise, his eyes actually glistening a little.

"Wow… this is really good!" he exclaims suddenly, looking surprised by the fact. Tomori's face lights up.

“Really?”

"Yeah! They're delicious” He eats the rest of the cookie, even licking his fingers to catch the crumbs that have stuck to them. He looked absolutely sincere, which made Kanami and Hiro relax, while Tomori looked like she was about to float away with happiness.

"I'm so glad you liked it! Will you have some more?

"Some? I want a whole tray of them!"

"I told you so", Himuro shakes his head, while Lihito stops laughing, apparently realizing that his friend wasn't forcing himself to be polite.

"‘Wait, are you serious? … Ugh, okay, I want one too,” He mutters as he picks up a cookie, frowning at the pink frosting. They thought they heard him mumble 'fuckin' sissy food...' under his breath before popping the cookie into his mouth, but before either of them could scold him for the homophobic remark, he made a startled sound in the back of his throat, eyes bulgying, his mouth still full as he chewed in slow motion. He swallows, licks his lips, then mutters, trying to sound nonchalant:

“Uuh… there's- there's more where those came from?

"Yes! Do you want some too?"

"I do, but… don't you have some cookies with more… I don't know, manly designs? Nothing against those, they're pretty good, but you understand, right? Fighters of our caliber have a... uh... reputation to uphold and all…”

"Relax, honey, Kanny and Tomori don't have the habit of injecting the cookie dough with estrogen or something like that. Your man tits won't grow. I mean, not that they need to..."

"What the hell, man! Cut that out!" Rihito puts his hands over his chest, glaring at Hiro with a shudder, to everyone's amusement. Tomori says happily:

"I have one more batch to put on the display! And I know you're going to like these a lot…"

She smiles at Okubo, who was already reaching out to take more cookies from the tray. She goes back to the kitchen, while Kanami grunts:

"Hey, you've already tasted the samples. If you want more, you'll have to pay!"

"Sorry!" They cringe a little, at the same time that Tomori returns, bringing another tray.

"Here! You may consider these a ‘special edition’. I made them because I knew about your visit and… well, I thought you, more than anyone, would understand the reference, Mr. Okubo."

She shows the contents of the tray. The four of them huddle together to look. And Okubo's face lights up like a kid in a toy store.

"Maaan, I can't believe it! Guys!" He picks up a cookie, smiling like the happiest idiot in the world "Look! It's Kuidaore Taro!"

"Really? The mascot from that restaurant in Osaka?" Kaneda bliks, coming closer to have a better look at the cookie, which was sporting the frosted figure of the adorable clown, in a white and red suit and wearing round glasses and a small conical hat.

"Wow, Miss Uta, you managed to make a detailed drawing like that with this little space? I'm impressed", Himuro comments, and Rihito nods, smiling.

"Yeah, they look dope! Right, Okubo?"

"You bet! D-Did you bake them with me in mind, Miss Uta? Seriously?" He asks, sounding even a little emotional. She nods, ecstatic to see his joy.

"Yes, I did! I wanted it to be a surprise. I know that he is a mascot in your prefecture, a cultural symbol, and that you are very proud of it. I mean, you even sport his colors when you fight! I think that's admirable, and I kinda wanted to show it..."

Kanami and Hiro had the privilege of watching the exact moment when Okubo Naoya started looking at Tomori as if she were the most formidable creature to walk the face of the earth. They look at each other, stunned and dying to burst out laughing.

"Wow... the way to a man's heart is through his stomach, indeed. I'll have to apologize to my mom for not taking her seriously..." Hiro whispers "Although you kind of already proved her right, with your seaweed head monster..."

"You wanna wash the dishes today? 'Cause you will if you don't cut that out!"

Okubo's friends seemed to be thinking the same, considering their expressions of hilarity. Himuro nudges him in the back, saying:

"So... we're going to place our orders and look for a table. You're not going to sit with us today, are you?"

"Wha- oh… no, not today…" He seems to wake up from a kind of trance, turning almost as red as Tomori, who hadn't failed to notice the way he had been looking at her "I'll talk to you guys later."

The three of them nod, chuckling to each other and throwing glances at him as they went to look for an empty table. Tomori, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, asks:

"So... are you going to place your order too?"

"I will. I want two donuts, the ruby chocolate ones with sprinkles, a to-go box of these cookies... and the new dessert you mentioned on Saturday. I didn't forget, hehe."

"Hahaha, okay! Do you want something to go with it?"

"Yes, you."

…

Tomori blinks. She hears Hiro choke, hears her idol's three friends in a nearby table exploding into a violent fit of laughter. And Okubo looked like he was wondering if the traffic outside was chaotic enough, because he wanted to run out into the middle of the street and let himself get hit by a truck.

"Uh… excuse me?"

"I- I mean...! I wanted your company! Yes, that's it! You, as a company!" He almost shouts, gesturing with some desperation "When- When is your lunch break? If- If your boss doesn't mind you sitting at a table with a customer, that is..."

Tomori feels her heart wanting to burst out of her chest. She looks at Kanami over her shoulder hopefully.

"No, I- I don't mind", Her friend gasps; she had tears of laughter in her eyes. Hiro was already bent over the cash register by then, shaking with barely suppressed laughter "Her lunch break is in half an hour."

"Y-Yes! Of course, I'll love to!" She nods, still very red "Then you can tell me what you think of the new dessert."

"Yeah, about that new dessert... you’re the one who made it?"

"Yep!"

“Then… then I'm sure I'll love it.” He smiles shyly before going to sit in the farthest corner of the bakery, still mortified and throwing furious glances at Rihito, Himuro and Kaneda, who were too busy laughing their asses off to care.

And she wanted to laugh too. But from absolute ecstasy. Her, sitting at a table with Okubo Naoya, just the two of them, like on a date? How could that day get any better?

* * *

"Seriously, you're the first person in two years who's understood that reference."

"That's a shame. It's, like, a cultural symbol for an entire province!"

"I know, right! They're all uncultured swines. They should learn more from you" Okubo points to Tomori, who laughs. He was managing to get laughs out of her with ease, which, in her opinion, was a tremendous plus.

She had joined him at the table just as the clock on her cell phone had struck exactly three in the afternoon. Tomoyo had brought her lunch along with his orders, the transparent box of cookies already packed, complete with a white and red striped ribbon around it, and she was relieved when he didn't didn't seen to mind. He looked utterly content just being there with her, devouring his donuts and making small talk, while deliberately trying to ignore his friends a few tables away who probably wouldn't forget his faux pas anytime soon. She didn't mind though. His slips thus far had been adorable. She could let a few more pass on behalf of the company.

"The truth is, Kuidaore Taro is not such an unknown icon within my social circle. My mom is from Osaka!" She tells him, and he seems to get even more excited.

"Really?! That's nice! So you're half my countrywoman, hahaha!"

"Hahaha, yeah! She moved here to Tokyo for better job opportunities, then she met my father and ended up staying for good. My brother and I were born here, but she never missed an opportunity to introduce her children to some aspect of Kansai culture, hehe. Oh, and she's also a fan of yours!"

"Wow…" He scratches the back of his head again, smiling sheepishly "That makes me a little emotional, hehe. Your mother must be a nice woman. Your entire family must be, if they have half your love for martial arts..."

"They're as fanatical as I am! My parents didn't make my brother and I watch pro-wrestling matches earlier only because someone could report them to social services, hahaha!"

He laughs out loud, choking a little on his donut. After a few fist bumps on his chest, he manages to say:

“Ooh god... no, seriously, have you really been watching me since I was practicing wrestling?”

"Yes, I have."

"Hnnn… good to know, 'cause I feel like doing a test" He points at her again, smiling with an arched eyebrow "I want to see how much you know. What do you say?"

"Sure!" She reaches to grab the table top in her excitement.

"What did I do before starting my career as a martial artist?"

"You played baseball, and you were a batter!"

"Good! How was my wrestling career in middle school?"

"You had already established yourself as one of the top four in the national rankings!"

"Atta girl!" He seemed to be having as much fun as she was "And I won the national championships during...?"

"Your senior year in highschool!"

He starts clapping, laughing as he sees her chest swell with pride.

"Alright, last question. After my three year career as an amateur boxer, I switched to MMA in the year of...?"

"Oh no", She suddenly raises a finger, shaking it with a coquettish smile "I'm not falling for a trick question. Your boxing career spanned two years, not three."

She thought that if his smile got any bigger, his face would probably tear up.

"Miss Uta, you are a human encyclopedia. A beautiful human encyclopedia, with the most wonderful hands for confectionery."

"Oooh, stop it, you…!" She holds her hot face between her hands. She was probably smiling like a fool.

"I'm only telling the true. You're not only a dedicated fan, you're also a dedicated cook. These donuts are great-"

"Oh, Kanny and I made them together, she deserves half the credit."

"Haha, okay. But the cookies were your doing, right?" He smiles more when she nods "See? My point still stands. Only someone with a lot of love for what they do could do something as cool as this" He picks up the to-go box "They're so well made that I don't even know if I can eat them, haha!"

She felt like crying. That couldn't even be classified as a dream come true, because not even in her wildest dreams did she imagine that things would get to that point.

"Thank you, Mr. Okubo, really" She bows a little "But sure you can eat them, that's what they were made for, haha. You can just take some pics as a memento."

"I'm going to do it right now! – He takes his phone out of his pocket "And I'll post it on my social media, to help promote your work."

"Really? That would be great for our publicity, thank you!"

"No need to thank me, you deserve it. And it's the bare minimum too, considering the good service and just as good company, hehe... h- hey, Missa Uta..." He calls out, suddenly alarmed, and that's when she realizes how her eyes were stinging and her vision was kind of blurred "Hey, don't- don't cry, please! If I said something wrong-"

"Oh no, I- no need to worry, this- this is pure happiness, I swear", She quickly wipes away her tears, taking a deep breath to try to control herself "It's just... I'm just so happy when my work is appreciated like that! Especially by someone I look up to... I feel like it's because of this feeling that I studied to become a pastry chef, you know..."

He lowers the arm he had been extending towards her, relieved.

"Thank god, I thought I had offended you somehow… but yes, I can imagine" He smiles again, now more tenderly "Like I said, someone has to really love what they do to be this dedicated. And I'm not just talking about the cookies.” He picks up a spoon, dipping it into what was, according to Tomori, the newest dessert in the house: a dollop of what looked like pastry cream, artfully placed in the corner of a small plate, next to two fat chocolate chip cookies "This one looks great too..."

"Eat it with the cookies. The dessert is a combination of the two", She sniffs a little, and smiles when he does what she suggests "It's a slightly deconstructed version of a popular flavor."

"Which is…?"

"Cookies 'n cream."

“Uh- oh yes, of course” He nods as he puts the spoon in his mouth, chewing slowly to savor it. She waits anxiously, and she's isn't disappointed when his eyes shine again in the way she had learned to recognize.

"Man, this is as good as the cookies!"

"Thank you!"

"This is that pastry cream thing, right?"

"Yes, with a few extra touches. My treat. And I put something else in the cookies. Did you notice?"

"Brownie bits, isn't it?"

"Yes!" She claps her hands in excitement "That's the best thing about cookies 'n cream. It's the perfect union between softness and crunchiness, the full-bodied flavor of the chocolate and the smoothness of the cream, a proof of how appearances can be deceiving!"

He laughs quietly at her excitement, taking a spoonful of cream again.

"I'm just wondering if there's anything you don't know how to cook well, 'cause I find it unlikely."

"Well, Kanami's cakes are better than mine, haha. But I know how to make a little bit of everything. My specialty is pastries in general, but I know how to cook savory dishes too."

“I'd love to eat more of the stuff you make. And speaking of that..." He takes another bite of the cookie while she has a mini burst of happiness in her chair "I'm curious about one thing."

"What?"

"This is the Heavy Bakery, isn't it? I mean, the name is kinda suggestive, so we thought there would be more fit options around here, you know? It's not a complaint, we really enjoyed what you’ve offered so far, but it's something to think about."

"Oh, we know that! Rest assured that in the future we will have new items on the menu, totally appropriate for your… lifestyle" She has to make an effort not to let her eyes wander over his torso, his muscles evident under his shirt "Kanny and I we've been researching a lot, and I can already say that I have a good hand for fit dishes, hehe."

"That's good to know!" He straightens up in his chair "I was going to ask you... me and my pals have been wanting to vary our menu between workout sessions. Could you send me some recipes?"

She feels her traitorous heart do another somersault inside her chest.

"Aah… of course I can, but… you're a professional fighter, Mr. Okubo. Don't you have a personal trainer or a private nutritionist to advise you on these things...?"

"Uuh…" He looks to the side, seeming to be looking for the right words "I do, but… I just like your food. Yeah, that's it." He gestures to her suddenly, giving her a confident smile "And having one of your recipes in hand would surely guarantee a good meal."

Tomori was pretty sure she heard some devilish giggles a few feet away, but she didn't dwell on it. She was too busy trying not to have a heart attack.

"Oh… yes, yes, of course! I'll give you all the recipes you want" She puts her hands together on her chest, a little dizzy with happiness "As far as I'm concerned, you and your friends will only eat well from now on!"

He smiles more, that smile she's seen so many times on magazine covers and on television, from a man who's so sure of himself and who knows exactly what he wants, when he wants it and how he wants it. Dear lord, her legs were getting weak-

"Dame da neeee! Dame yo, Dame na no yoooo..."

And that smile is immediately replaced by an expression that was a bizarre mix of horror and homicidal rage, his face turning red as a pepper. He grabs his phone, declining the call and looking over his shoulder while muttering a "What the fuck...!" under his breath, and this time Tomori clearly heard the devilish giggles. But she was still busy, trying to process what had just happened.

His ring tone was Baka Mitai? Really? The urge to laugh was almost uncontrollable, and she had to put a hand over her mouth.

"I told you not to bother us, you jerks!"

"Sorry, man, but our time is up!", Lihito nods, very relaxed with an arm draped over the back of his chair, while Himuro laughs and Kaneda shakes his head with a mix of hilarity and disapproval "Adam and Imai are waiting for us at Kureichi's dojo, remember?"

"Shit, I forgot…" He throws his head back a little before turning to Tomori, still blushing "Sorry, Miss Uta, but we have to go."

"Oh, alright then..." She nods, feeling a little guilty for not being able to contain her laughter, which only made him even more embarrassed "My lunch break is about to end anyway. But I was really happy with your visit, Mr. Okubo. You have no idea how much" She again tucks a lock of hair behind her ear as they both get up from their chairs. He watches the movement of her finger, and his expression softens.

"Yes, I do, because I was happy too. I really enjoyed talking to you... and I'd like to talk again" He scratches the back of his head "I have a busy schedule, you know, but when I can, I'll stop by again. I want to see what other cookies you’re going to bake next time."

"Hehe, I already have some ideas. How about a Billiken?"

"Or maybe a Glyco Man!"

"Or a Kushikatsu Daruma, but that might give you a bit of an indigestion, haha."

They laugh, smiling at each other. Until Rihito's voice calls again:

"Hey, Rocky, don't make me call you again..."

"Ugh, I'm coming! Well... you have my number, so we can talk later. See ya, Miss Uta" He puts two fingers to the side of his temple and then takes them away in a goodbye gesture, giving her a sideways smile. And then he turns his back on her, very haughtily, and goes to join his friends, who were saying goodbye to Kanami and Hiro. She lets out a low sigh, nodding, subconsciously knowing she was sounding like a lovestruck fool and not caring in the slightest.

"See ya..."

She watches him walk away towards the door, his steps firm and confident, looking very much in control of himself... until she hears Rihito commenting, before the four of them left the bakery:

"Again with the menu excuse? Tokita is apparently giving some seduction classes and you're his most dedicated student by far."

"Leave me alone, Rihito!"

"But it was a good idea. We really need to vary our pre and post workout diet", Kaneda comments, and Himuro nods.

"And with the recipes from here, we will eat like kings."

"It depends. Will Miss Uta come with it, Okubo?"

"Bitch, run! Run, 'cause if I catch you now, I'll beat the shit outta you!" He snarls, his friend's laughing fit fading into the sounds of traffic as the door closes behind them.

Tomori sighs again, this time more deeply. Kanami shakes her head, one hand on her hip, murmuring:

"We've never had such noisy customers… well, at least they pay."

"And they pay well, considering how much they eat. You two and your fetish for men who have an appetite as huge as their pecs, I swear..."

"Shut up, Hiro" The cooks grunt at the same time, to which the cashier just laughs. They return to service, each with their own thoughts. Tomori's were very specific as she tried to remember all the recipes for an athlete's diet she knew. That was an excuse to keep in touch with Okubo, and she wouldn't waste it for anything in the world.

"Hey, Kanny", She calls as they both enter the kitchens.

"Yes?"

"I think we should make the Kuidaore Taro cookies part of the official menu from now on…"

Kanami just laughs to herself.

"Girl, you really have some weird fantasies..."

NEXT CHAPTER

#Kengan Ashura #Kengan Omega #kenganverse #fanfiction #Okubo Naoya #Naoya Okubo #okubo x oc #kengan oc #Rihito #Himuro Ryo #Kaneda Suekichi #cookies'n cream #the heavy bakery series

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