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maggie-004 · 10 months

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(Un-) Lucky coincidence - 3

Jenna Ortega x Fem reader

Summary: After helping Jenna Ortega, Y/N invites her to stay at her apartment when Jenna's hotel reservation is canceled. Jenna accepts the offer, and they bond over music and their shared vegetarian lifestyle while enjoying Chinese food and planning Jenna's stay in Austria for another 1 and a half weeks.

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“Oh, cool cool, I’m here with my car soo uhm do you need a ride?” I asked Jenna, trying to not freak out. “Uh yeah that would be great. Where do you even live, like do you have a house or-“, “What a house, you’re funny, no I have an apartment nearby. Houses here in Innsbruck are very expensive, if you wanna buy a house, that’s not the size of an shoe box you’ll have to pay at least 5 Million euro. Even to buy an apartment is really expensive. Mine costed around 500.000 euro.” I nearly cried out of laughing “Come on let’s go to my Car, and maybe close your mouth on the way there, Innsbruck is a very expensive city” I laughed at how shocked she was, it really is normal around here. “Yeah let’s go, sorry. I am really shocked right now your apartment is just a little less worth than our house in Coachella and my apartment in LA is way, WAY cheaper than yours” Jenna explained while we went to my car. “Oh really I thought America is more expensive than Austria.” I said while unlocking my car.

“apparently not, I really thought Austria would be very cheap, well I thought wrong. Oh is that your own car or is it your parents?” “No it’s my own, I love this car” I proudly said while getting in to my Ford mustang Mach-e. “Wow I thought you were a nursing student, by the way how old are you?” Jenna glanced at me while I connected my phone to the car. “I’m 19 (feel free to put in your age) how old are you?” I asked Jenna. “Woah how do you have an own apartment, a car like that and your job at the age of 19? Oh yeah I’m 20 but I’m turning 21 this year” she said and smiled at me. “Oh you’re not old yourself, you know for what you’ve reached so far. Well I started to study at 16, I skipped a few classes and I wanted to move out from my old home so I started to save money and I do make money besides school so yeah that’s pretty much it.” I just explained when we drove off, I played some music and I could see from a side eye that Jenna was enjoying it. “wow so you are the youngest in your class, at least I suppose? And how do you manage to make money, well enough money for all that while still going to school. I know that my sister, Mia she is 2 years older than me, is now nearly done with nursing school and she barley has time to work a part time job and make enough money for anything like this. Oh yeah before I forget to ask, where do you find those remixes we’re listening right now” She asked me and started to get into the music even more. “Oh she’s a nurse as well? That’s so cool, but it’s true. When you’re in nursing school you don’t have enough time to make some Money, except you are lucky enough, like me, to make your money doing something you love, for me it’s DJing. I have my YouTube channel and I have now nearly 5.5 Million subscribers, that’s where you can find those remixes by the way. That’s how I make my money. I’ve never shown my face though so I live a normal life. I collaborated with one of my best friends I met online her name is Antonia aka. RevedTV, I really got a lot of subs from her community. All in all I’m just lucky” I explained smiling because that really is just luck and it’s so cool to receive so much good karma. “Okay, wow yeah I don’t really know what to say here, I’m flabbergasted. Congrats on that and you got to tell me your artist name, I really want to listen to more of your remixes.” Jenna said, and to be honest that made me so proud of myself because everyone knows that Jenna is addicted to music and that she has a certain taste of music, I think she has a really good taste in music, but I got ripped out of because we were already pulling up to my garage.

“Thank you” I just realized that Jenna was talking to me earlier, I kind of zoned out, I still got to tell her about my ADHD otherwise she might thinks I’m rude. “Sorry for not talking to you sooner, I kind of zoned out, you know I have ADHD just wanted to clarify so I don’t come off rude. Sorry”. “Don’t be sorry, that’s ok you don’t seem rude, I know how it feels to zone out, happens way to often to me too” She just giggled at me. “Oh thank god you can relate to the zoning out, hey believe it or not some people don’t zone out at all. It really shocked me to learn about that” I explained living through the exact same feeling as I did when I first learned about that. “Yeah no way, you’re kidding right?” she asked me “Nope. I’m not kidding I swear”. “Wow second time you made me speechless today, just for your information, normally that doesn’t happen to me and certainly not twice”, “ Okay and what exactly does that mean?” I asked her while we got in the elevator I live on the 3rd and 4th. I jokingly started to tease her “Do I make you nervous … nahh just kidding” I laughed and I’m not sure but I think Jenna blushed a little but maybe it’s just my imagination. We arrived at third floor and I unlocked the door, holding it open for Jenna “Milady, after you” “Thank you”. “You can keep your shoes on or how ever you like, feel comfortable, do you want a little tour so you see how we Austrians live” I asked her. “Yeah sure I’d love to” she said while she took off her shoes. “ Okay first room to your right is my guests bath, next to it the guests room and a little storage room” “Mhm oh the furniture is soo cool” Jenna said. “Then you should wait until you see my room, anyways around that corner is my kitchen and the eating era, come on.” “Woah I definitely wasn’t expecting an all-black kitchen it’s so cool and so big. Y/N you have a really nice furnishing style, I love it here.” Jenna said. “Thank you so much yeah I really took my time because I want to feel at home here so no compromises with anyone, you won’t believe me how many people said ´oh no black kitchen… don’t do this… don’t do that- bla bla bla` but as already said no compromises. Okay come on we have another floor to look at” I just said. “Another one? Wow cool you really hyped me for your room.” “Okay then come on, soo here is my bathroom, I really needed that freestanding bathtub and again a lot of black elements I love it looks so fancy. Next to my bathroom I have my laundry room nothing special in here. But now my second favorite room, my studio. Here happens all my ´Musical magic´” Jenna looked stunned at me and I just had to laugh at her face and about myself, calling myself magical. “Well I guess we make it a third time that I don’t know what to say wow, this is all so cool, amazing is that your DJing controller?” Jenna asked me. “Yeah it is if you want I can show you a few things on it later” I suggested. “I’d love to, maybe you can teach me a little bit” she smiled like a little child when I nodded at her request. “Okay now come ooonnn I am so hyped to show you my room, I really love it so let’s gooooo.” “Oh my god you’re hyping me up so much don’t hype me anymore I don’t think I could that you know… emotionally” Jenna laughed.

“Well then we’ll make it short and painless. Here take a look.” I said with the biggest grin on my face, because I know we can add another speechless Jenna moment to our list. My room is the biggest of all my rooms, it has 2 black Walls on which my Californian King sized Bed is, also it’s slightly higher than everything else because it’s build on this platform thing, where I have two huge drawers, I know I don’t need bed this big alone but I really fell in love with it, I think its needless to say that I wouldn’t spent so much money on a bed I don’t need, but I got it as a gift from one of my advertising partners. I also have a lot of plants and little decoration things, Pictures and a few fan gifts, a big ass aquarium, way too big tv, but again it was a gift, my beloved Book shelf, next to it a tiny two person couch and a desk for schoolwork and editing. But now my favorite part, my walk-in closet. “So Jenna what do you think” I grinned. “Wow this room is amazing, how long did you spent to make it look like that, and that bed oh my god can I sit on it, it looks sooo comfortable” Jenna said. “Yea you can also lay in it if you want, it was a gift from my advertising partners. I think I’ve spent one and a half months on this room, but only because I didn’t accept any help in this room, I really wanted it like I imagined. So I build that platform for my bed myself and lowered the ceiling for the LED’s.” I explained “How’s the bed?” I laughed at how tiny Jenna looked in it. “It’s amazing but I am a little scared that I’ll get lost in it.” We both started to laugh like crazy. My stomach started to hurt out of laughter I threw myself on my bed next to Jenna and tried to calm down. Needless to say we pushed each other even more and only after 10 minutes we started to calm down. “Uhg now my stomach hurts, Jenna do you still want to drink a coffee” I asked her still giggling. “Yeah sure, can you help me up” “sure her you go, we gotta go downstairs for coffee, or are you hungry?” I asked Jenna now. “Well yeah are you?” she asked. “I am so hungry right now, do you wanna order something or should I cook?”, “Uh we can order something and I pay for it you know as a thank you” Jenna suggested. “Oh Jenna you really don’t have to that’s fine you’re my guest so please let me- “ Jenna interrupted me “Yeah and you helped me when no one did so please I insist.” “Okay thank you” I gave up I didn’t stood a chance. “What should we order?” I asked Jenna. “Well I’m currently chancing my diet for Romania so something vegetarian, do you like Chinese?”, “Oh I love Chinese food and btw I’m vegetarian too, had to change from vegan to vegetarian because of the nutritious, kind of sucks” I explained to Jenna whom nodded at what I was saying. “oh my god same, I was so devastated when I found out I had to change that.” We both ordered some spring rolls and those lobster chips the white ones. “So should we look for places you could stay, or do you maybe wanna stay here, I mean only if you want to and feel safe and everything” I offered her, not really knowing what she’d say and hoping to not scare her away. We sat in my 2nd floor and before she could answer the doorbell rang. So I had to run down and get the food. “Hey Jenna do you wanna eat in the living room or down here?” I yelled up. “ Uhm however you want” she yelled back. So I got everything we need form the kitchen and got back up. “ I think it’s more comfortable if we stay here. Well about my offer-“ Jenn a cut right in “Uhm I’d love to but only if you’re really fine with that.” Oh my god, I think my heart is about to stop. Jenna really is going to stay at my place. “Yeah totally I can set up the guest room, you can stay as long as you want. I really mean it. How long are you staying in Austria anyways?” I asked her. “for another 1 and a half weeks, we are going to start promoting Wednesday, so the rest of the Wednesday cast comes here tomorrow, and thank you for everything”

A/N: Wow these are getting longer, fyi English is not my first language. Still hope you like it :)

#jenna ortega x reader #actors #jenna marie ortega #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x you #the fallout #wednesday

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stylesloveclub · 1 year

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KARMA (tattoorry sneak peek!)

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It’s a quiet night at the tattoo shop, which Harry is thankful for.

There’d been a few appointments earlier in the day, larger pieces that people had scheduled months in advance because they took a lot of consultations and took long chunks of time to tattoo – but there had barely been any walk-ins. It’s a Thursday night, so of course his business isn’t bustling the way it would be on a Saturday.

Harry decides to start cleaning up – if he’s lucky, nobody else would venture in before their closing time and he’d be able to get home a bit early. (His little cat is waiting for him at home!) He wipes down the tattoo chairs and puts away all the needles, sweeps the floors and turns off the lights in the staff room.

Someone stumbles in. It’s y/n.

Harry looks at her. She looks at him.

“Hello…” Harry says, his voice a little doubting, a little bit confused. Why was she back?

She stands in front of him nervously. “Um…” she’d stumbled into the tattoo shop with such confidence, but finds herself suddenly nervous and unable to speak under Harry’s intimidating gaze. “Hi.”

She won’t lie, she’s a little, teensy weensy bit drunk right now. She’d been at the bar across the street with a couple of her girlfriends, just hanging out and having fun, when she spilled to them about the hot tattoo artist who worked at the shop across the street.

She’s had plenty of fleeting crushes in her life, but none have been as quick and captivating as her crush on Harry. With his deep voice, green eyes, and tan skin, he’s cast some sort of spell on her. She’d been in his presence for what… a total of 45 minutes? And yet she can’t get him off her mind!

He was just… really hot! And he had that sexy, mysterious vibe to him… with all those tattoos and the rings and the black eyeliner… gosh he was straight out of some bad boy romance novel! If it weren’t for the fact that she’d been with her five-year old goddaughter when she met him for the first time, she’s sure she would’ve started acting up. He was just so attractive!

In her tipsy state, with her cheeks warm and a fuzzy feeling in her chest, she couldn’t help but rant to her friends about it. She’d met the hottest guy ever, and she’d never have the chance to see him again! It was tragic!

Well… it doesn’t have to be that way, her friends told her. What was stopping her from heading over to the tattoo shop right now?

No, she thought to herself. Going over to the tattoo shop, drunk, with absolutely nothing to say except Hi, I think you’re hot? She could never do that…

The strawberry vodka lemonade in her system said otherwise. That, along with all her friends who hyped her up to go visit her dreamy tattoo man, had somehow managed to convince her to venture across the street and make her move!

So now she’s in his tattoo shop, but she has absolutely no idea what to say or how to act.

“How can I help you?” he asks after a tense second of silence.

“Um…” she doesn’t really have a game plan, but she decides on the spot, “I want a piercing.”

“A piercing?” he clarifies. She nods. “Okay… where?”

She points to the shell of her ear. “You want a helix piercing?” he asks once more.

“Yeah,” she says confidently, accompanied by an eager nod of her head.

“Okay…” he mulls it over for a second. “Are you… y’know– like, in the right headspace to do this?” Something is telling him that she’s not completely sober, and he doesn’t want to do something that she’d regret.

“Yeah, yeah!” She brushes it off nonchalantly, “I only had like, one drink! And I’ve been meaning to get a piercing, especially after I came in here with Lola.”

“If you say so…” He’s still a bit doubtful, but he supposes his slight suspicion isn’t enough of a reason to refuse service to her.

He brings her the paperwork on a clipboard and gets all his required equipment out as she fills it out. “Which do you want?” he asks her, pointing to the wide variety of helix piercing options displayed.

“Um…what do you recommend?” She’s normally much more prepared and would have done a bunch of research on what kind of jewelry would heal best or what type of metal was safest… but again, this decision was kind of made on a whim.

“I always tell clients to start off with a stud, and then if you want you can switch it out for a hoop once the piercing has healed.”

“Yeah, that sounds good.” A pretty, butterfly shaped stud catches her eye. “Can I do that one, please?”

He nods. Grabbing his equipment, he decides that y/n is gonna be the last customer of the night, so he flips the sign on the front of the door to read closed, and leads her into the backroom, the same room where he’d pierced Lola’s ears.

With a pair of black gloves on his hands, he rips open the sanitizing pad and stands in front of y/n. She’s looking up at him with wide eyes, watching his every movement. Usually it makes Harry really uncomfortable when people stare at him while he’s doing their tattoo or giving a piercing, but with her… he doesn’t fully mind it.

The cool alcohol wipe feels refreshing against her ear, a striking contrast to how warm her face feels. Harry’s eyes are dark and stern as he focuses on his job, eyebrows furrowed seriously. His knuckle nudges her chin, angling her head in a way so he could clean the backs of her ears too.

With how close he’s standing to her, she can feel his breath against her cheek. She can’t help herself from staring at his pretty pink lips, how they pout as he marks the spot he wants to pierce.

He holds up a mirror for her. “Look good?”

She nods. She barely looks into the mirror and doesn’t overthink the placement of it at all. She somehow trusts Harry wholeheartedly.

He takes the needle out of its sterile packaging, and y/n eyes it nervously. “Do helix piercings… hurt a lot?” she asks with a timid voice. The sight of a needle coming towards her face has sobered her up quite a bit.

“Not necessarily.” He notices her nervous eyes, “They obviously hurt more than a lobe piercing, since it’s cartilage, but s’only like a pinch.”

She still looks frightened. “Can you, um– count?”

His eyes narrow slightly, and she feels like he’s judging her. But he agrees nonetheless. “Sure. Ready?”

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SNEAKY OF MY TATTOORRY FIC! :) POSTED NOW ON PATREON!

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tonberry-yoda · 1 year

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I think im asking too many questions atp idek if uve already answered this one so IM SORRY IF IM BOTHERING but whos ur fav music artist???

Also i know ive requested him before but im unoriginal and inlove so

Can i request

Gyro angst

I feel like being sad rn

AGAIN CONGRATS ON 600 U FR DESERVE THEM ALL🫶🏻🤭

Imma be here when u hit 10k fr

I talk too much OKAY BYE HAVE A NICE DAY!

You're not asking too many questions, omg. i think it's lovely that you wanna ask me stuff <333 currently, my favorite music artist (because i listen to A LOT OF MUSIC) is Gorillaz. I've listened to them since I was a kid and love them so so much <33

also, not unoriginal, i never get Gyro requests and I am so down bad for this cowboy, so thank you for requesting him because AWOOOOGA

it's not super angsty or anything, but I quite like it :)

Stuck - Gyro Zeppeli

pairing - Gyro x reader

warnings - slight angst, nothing crazy tho

word count - 615

You screamed at the top of your lungs, trying to claw yourself out of the earth. How the hell were you supposed to know that there was quicksand in America? And why the hell were they making racers take their horses through it?! Your horse had run off to god knows where and you were stranded. You were going to die here.

Prior, you made the stupid mistake of screaming at Gyro for being an idiot, and he left you in the dust unapologetically. You couldn't blame him though. If your horse didn't have a scratch on her leg, you would've gladly left him in the dust too, but instead you were left behind. And now it felt like the last breaths you were going to take.

For some reason, your brain couldn't stop feeling bad for yelling at Gyro, for being such an asshole to him since the race started. Maybe if you didn't cause all of the situations, karma wouldn't be here to bite you in the ass.

You really couldn't help but cry, watching the sky get further and further from you. God, this was awful. Wet, hot tears ran down your face as the cold mud grabbed your collarbones. You knew you shouldn't have signed up for this godforsaken race.

You took a breath and decided: screw Gyro Zeppeli. He just left you here like he knew it was going to happen. Like he wanted you to die in the middle of the-

Your thoughts were quickly interrupted as you felt a hand grab yours. You were pulled out of the mud and into the arms of… dammit.

“Gyro?!” You pushed him away and almost fell back into the mud, but he grabbed your hand to prevent that from happening.

“Are you hurt?” His voice sounded genuine, like he really cared about you.

“N-No. I'm fine.” You shuffled in your spot before Gyro ran with you, avoiding anything that could be quicksand.

“Dammit, y/n, I can't believe you!”

“I-”

“I don't wanna hear it! You get all pissed at me and I leave you just to find out you almost got killed, you dumbass! Thank god your horse showed up to our campsite or else you would probably be dead because I wouldn't have found out!”

You stood and allowed yourself to get yelled at by Gyro. You did deserve it. You were being the asshole, so the least you could give him was your time. So you swallowed back your pride and listened.

“I'm just, ugh!” Gyro threw his hands in the air and then wrapped his arms around you. “I'm just glad you’re okay.” His voice was soft against your ear, and his hair tickled your arm.

“Sorry Gyro.”

He pulled back and looked you up and down. “It's okay… just… don't do it again.” He grabbed your hand and went to walk off again, but he felt the force of you standing still and stopped, turning to you. “What’s the matter?”

“I'm really sorry Gyro.”

“You already said that, y/n. It's okay real-”

“No. About earlier. I'm sorry Gyro.”

Gyro looked at you with concerned eyebrows and jumped when you threw yourself on him, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck. He pulled you in close by the waist and smiled. “I'm sorry too.” You kept your muddy, dirty clothes covered body pressed to his warm one, letting him pick pieces of trees and rocks off of your shirt. “Now what do you say we get back to the campsite and get you cleaned up?”

You nodded and placed a little kiss on his cheek before grabbing his hand and letting him guide you.

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whatiwillsay · 13 days

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most pop songs are written by other people. people acting scandalized over that detail don’t know much ab the industry! // it's a fully produced song from 2012 by Brit Smith. I think it's okay to cover songs but the way she acts like she wrote this whole thing herself is wild to me

she has never once said she wrote the song tho i’ve looked and looked! would love to see a quote of her saying “i wrote karma” but i’ve dug around for it and can’t find one so far!

the song was supposed to go to miley cyrus and it would have slapped then. brit smith never released the song and also she didn’t write it. in fact one of the writers wrote bet on it from high school musical so like yes ofc kidz bop icon which is perfect for jojo!

it was a song that was passed around by different pop artists and it landed with jojo. brit’s version is good too though i like jojo’s music video more.

listen jojo is obnoxious but i can’t make the bops not bop!

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foxymoxynoona · 5 months

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Ive decided to skip ahead and read book 3 with no context lol so i may be missing lots of details but i know i wont go through with reading the whole thing if i dont skip. Read chapter 4. The fact Jungkook thinks hes “won” is disgusting to me, its not about winning or loosing. I understand his pov but this is just messed up. I think he should getting therapy too honestly he became a star at such a young age thats got to mess u up a bit. Sasha sounds so defeated in her voice mail, I hope she sticks up for herself more bc this group at the tattoo shop seem like trouble. He wants to “fit in and seem cool” bc he doesnt like his bb image which is ok, but he doesnt want to change artists bc he doesnt want ppl to control his life. Im sorry, i would understand this in any logical situation, but this is just outright stupid. You want sasha to support u getting tattoos well she is now! But everytime she looks at them she’ll be reminded of the time they spent apart and the girl he fucked how she supposed to be supportive of that. Also, whats the point of going to ur friends if u don’t take their advice. Oh right, you don’t want their advice, you just want them to be on ur side bc u want to “win”. And not sticking up for your gf, Stop no excuse. He gave her a sexual disease ofc he did smh 🤦‍♀️ Shes just asking u to change artists why are her feelings not valid and naoks (whatever her name is) is. So you kept a promise to support the girl u fucked, but don’t think abt ur gf’s feelings. He said he was thinking of telling her after if his “plan” had gone right, yet she prolly would’ve been upset then too so why are u surprised she yelled in the car. And naiko or whatevers comments were so fucking out of line she def took a photo and is prolly gonna blackmail jk and then hes gonna realize shes not the “cool girl” he thought she was but by then it’ll be too late. Sasha deserves so much better than this man go find a man who doesnt think of arguments as games. Is it wrong that i want jk to face some karma… I was shaking while reading this chapter bc smth similar like this has happend to me b4 so maybe its my emotions talking. Anyways luv u bye~

NO context!!!! 🤣🤣 I can't imagine what that's like, there's sooo much history in the first two books. This feels like a social experiment now hahaha.

I'm so sorry something similar happened to you though! I think scenes like this get very personal feeling when there's overlap with any real lived experiences.

I see the "I won!" thought Jungkook had coming up a LOT with readers, which is in particular very amusing to me. Yeah, no one should be approaching arguments with a partner as win/lose... but really none of y'all ever had that little thought when your partner finally sees your way or agrees to defer to you and you think "fuck yeah, I won" ??? 😂 You are all better people than me. I wouldn't say it but... 🤣

#asks #anonymous #my matryoshka

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nilsdoesntcareanymore · 2 years

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@cursegirlrabbit Alright. Yeah, my next attempt, because I realized the way to deal it was not the way I as a man should have dealt with, so I suppose you were not so wrong to block me a second time. I been pretty upset because it was my birthday. So yes, you made a mistake by blocking me over random things on my birthday, and also by not unblocking me after realizing your mistake. But i am not blaming you. I also made a mistake. That was not to respond correctly and just made myself look weak. And also saying too much on subjects I shouldn’t have said that much. And by just showing anger and unkindness I thought it to be right, but I slept over it and yeah, it wasn’t so right. I talked to some friends and to my dad. It was a bitter pill to swallow that my birthday was... well, not what it was. Again, I am not debating whose fault it was. That is not the issue. But is based on an old story, on the loss of another friend, who coincidentally also is an artist (he mostly draws stuff related to Mario games as well as Toontown and Thomas the Tank Engine). All I can say is that he is a Latino from the Southwestern states of America and LGBT, and his birthday is in August. Sadly, it happened five years ago, also on my birthday that he turned his back on me for no reason after he had become to me like a brother over the previous two years (the two years before the fight. That was what made the situation worse than it should have been. You obviously couldn’t have known that, and I wouldn’t have told this, but I suppose I gotta tell this now to let you see what you have done. Again, this is no attempt to put guilt on you. I have putten guilt on myself first. I was like I should start denigrating you. That certainly was a grave mistake. Luckily, I only did to a few of those who are interested in your art. Not many. Actually, only to elegantfacepatrol (Ruby), and she agreed with me. Hm. Like I said, I have zero interest in debating who is right and who is wrong. Because I don’t know who you are. But let’s have a deal. I will apologize for having treaten people, especially females, like dirt (suppose that is karma), and you apologize for having taken part in not making my ‘silver birthday’ (yeah, it was 25, if you can say ‘silver wedding’, you can also say silver birthday, period xD) not as good as it should have been. No debate in who made the greater mistake, just an agreement that both sides have done wrong. I certainly can forgive you, a birthday is no big deal, this morning I was like ‘I can’t forgive!’, but hey, people can change. Quicker than you think. You said you wish me a nice way on this road to recovery, but I honestly think I am recovered enough. I will just not repost every shit. The start was a young woman, maybe around your age, who was abused as a little child, but still thought abortion was no excuse. That was what sucked me into it. Before that, I had no opinion. I am not blaming her, actually, she certainly has no problems on other people’s opinion. I am just saying, I did not started. I will say I should have told the truth right of the bat. (you’re always smarter afterwards LOL) If you wanted to block me over it, you could have waited another day, I would never do that when I know it is that person’s birthday. Be very careful. Well, it now happened, but I suppose the more I think about it, the less do I hold a grudge against you. If you want to know about the male former friend I adressed earlier in this letter, sadly, he is treating me like air, having given up on me, even though I would love to hear tips from him how to become a better artist. Such a shame, he truly is a great artist, but looks like some things cannot be fixed. I don’t need this twice. As for you, what is right and what is wrong, it is up to you to judge. Do you want to be like him and say that I am not a good person to talk to? Or can you pretend like this never happened and only look forward? I didn’t kill or hurt anyone, I only said some dumb things. I wrote this letter because I know I may not win, but I cannot lose. Both sides however could lose a talented colleague that has great ideas for both writings and drawings and has great potential to help others. It sure is a difficult descision. Always be careful how it may impact the others. I will do the same, and not do the things anymore I used to. If needed, I will delete some posts. The damage I did surely can be undone, and so can yours. Good relationships within the Duck Tales fandom should not be destroyed literally overnight. Do you think it would be fair? I think no. You of course are entitled your own opinion. My suggestion is to forget this event and treat it like it never happened. It may be difficult, but it certainly is possible if both sides agree on this descision. Didn’t I tell about my workmate who had a cerebral hermorrhage? Believe it or not, he recovered entirely in the span of six weeks, and now when I am adressing the matter, they all pretend like it never happened. It really amazes me how come they just don’t remember, but hey, if they can do it, so can we. It was just a silly mishap from both sides. If I should not post things that make you uncomfortable on that tumblr, then yes, I shall. I wanted it to be DuckTales exclusive to begin with. But I am not so great at organizing things. But hey. It will take some time, but I shall delete the posts, I promise. If this cannot be made undone, my name is Porky Pig. Period :)

PS: I will delete this very post after you read it.

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↠ characters: ran haitani, mentioned in story all the other bonten members.

↠ warning: heavy smut, praise kink, size kink, alcohol, drug usage, overstimulation, edging, virgin!reader, slight age gap, mention of fetishization, this fic lowkey smut but with a plot !! slight nsfw in this chapter btw

↠ pairings: ran haitani x [black fem coded] reader

↠ timeline: timeskip, doesn’t really follow anime/manga

↠ chapter summary: [y/n] and ran goes out for dinner where [y/n] gets to know ran a little bit more which leads to a quite hot situation.

↠ a/n: it's time to start the sexual tension between ran & y/n. hope you guys are ready because i'm not lmfao.

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FRIDAY CAME QUICK ENOUGH FOR RAN THAN he expected. He was in the headquarters of Bonten, a meeting just wrapped up with a quickness. Throughout the week he found himself texting [Y/N]. Asking simple questions like have you eaten today or how’s class going. Something he's never done with another woman. He found himself coming out even thinking about her. As he was leaning against his driver’s car, a cigarette between his lips, his brother Rindou approached him. “Don’t you have a date?” He questioned.

“I wouldn’t say that. Just two friends going out for dinner,” Ran corrected as he blew smoke in the air.

His brother didn’t believe a word that came out of his mouth before he was talking once again. “Are you pursuing her because that Shao Satō guy is?” He asked. He leaned against Ran’s car next to him.

“No.”

“You sure?” Rindou questioned once more.

“Yes, I’m sure. Just standing in on her silly project and when it’s done we part ways. I’m just being a genuine guy and asking her out for dinner, as friends.” He quickly added.

“Whatever floats your boat brother. You don’t want her involved with Shao because he’s in line to run his father’s yakuza,” Rindou said. “But do I need to remind you that our lifestyle isn’t as peaches and cream as his. I would even say ours is more dangerous.”

“I’m not sure why you’re telling me this, it’s not like I’m going to bring her to introduce her to matters that deal with Bonten,” Ran spoke as he blew a cloud of smoke up in the air.

“Sure, whatever you say, brother,” Rindou would say before he would walk away from him leaving Ran alone with his own thoughts.

“Say hi to Karma for me!” Ran yelled at his youngest brother.

Ran dropped the cigarette on the ground, his designer dress shoes crushing the cigarette out with his foot. His eyes looked at the watch on his wrist before he saw he was supposed to be at [Y/N]’s studio ten minutes ago. The man muttered a profanity word under his breath before he climbed into the car, he leaned forward urging his driver to take the quickest way to [Y/N]’s place.

“She’s going to fucking kill me for being late,” He uttered to himself as he would text her that he was on his way and his meeting ran a little over.

The harsh ride within Tokyo’s traffic had Ran practically hopping out of the car. He would lean over and look at his driver, “I’m going to be in here for about an hour before we go out for dinner. Could you go to a floral shop and get some flowers?” Ran asked the driver as he dug into his wallet to pull out a couple of yen bills.

“Any specific flowers sir?” His driver questioned.

“What type of flowers do you usually buy your wife?” Ran questioned. He had no clue what type of flowers [Y/N] liked, hell he didn’t even know if the artist liked flowers at all.

“A dozen red roses sir.” His driver answered.

Ran would only nod before pulling a couple more yen bills out of his wallet. “Well, get your wife some also.” He added as he stood back watching his driver zoom off.

He walked into the apartment complex building, his mind racing with so much to say. Perhaps apologizing for being late or interrupting her lunch with Shao. When Ran sobered up, he realized how possessive he came off that day. It wasn’t his right to act like that, especially when he was just her silly model for her project.

Ran’s large hands knocked at her door, when she opened it he was stunned at the beauty that was in front of him. There [Y/N] stood, her brown skin glistening under the light as she had a little makeup on. She was wearing a pink fluffy robe and her braids were pulled into a bun which gave Ran a closer look to indulge her features.

“You’re late,” You simply said as she stepped aside letting him in.

“I’m sorry, my meeting ran a little over. Let’s just get the rest of this sketch over with and just get to dinner.” Ran explained. “You’re not even dressed yet.” He pointed out.

“I don’t want to get pencil and eraser shavings on my outfit,” [Y/N] uttered as she looked for her sketchbook. “Take off your pants.”

“Excuse me?” Ran questioned, his eyes looking over at her.

“I’m doing the lower half of your body, remember? You can keep your boxers on, don’t need to see your little friend,” [Y/N] commented as she would plop down on the couch.

“Hey! He’s not little.” Ran said to her as he unbuckled his dress pants.

“Sure…” Her voice trailed off as she plopped down on the chair in the corner of her living room. Her book in her lap as she was waiting for him to remove his trousers.

Ran would place his pants on the nearby sofa he always found himself on when he was over here. “Should I remove these also?” He questioned. His long fingers toyed with the band of black boxer briefs.

He watched as [Y/N] looked up from her book, but quickly looked down seeing him without his pants. A smirk appeared on Ran’s face as he would sooner unbutton his nicely pressed button-down shirt. “You didn’t have to remove your shirt, but whatever makes you comfortable,” She says as she starts to sketch.

Ran just stood there, awkwardly. He felt bare. He wasn’t feeling this way because he was practically stripped down to his boxers and socks, but it was just the way she stared at him with those eyes. Or perhaps it was the way her lips twitched a bit when she went to erase something on the paper.

“You have quite unique tattoos.” [Y/N] pointed out as she was sketching. Her curious eyes looked at him to meet his gaze before she went back to what she was doing.

“Is this the part where I tell you what each of them means?” Ran sarcastically questioned gaining an eye roll from her.

“I’ll ask another time when I start the sculpture since I do want to add them to it.” She says. “What made you ask me out for dinner?”

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?” She asked, looking at him.

“It’s just, we don’t know much about each other. I just know you’re the cute artist that paid for my coffee and here I am your model for some project,” Ran huffed.

He saw [Y/N] adjust herself in her seat as she was drawing in the book.

“I guess, it’s a fair trade. You really could have said no,” She says. “Or ask for something in return,” Her voice trailed off before she closed her book. “I can’t focus.”

“What’s wrong?” Ran questioned. His eyes lit up with some worry.

She didn’t say anything, but her eyes traveled down to his crotch. Ran let out a smirk before he grabbed his pants tugging them back on. “Well, we can always just have dinner and try again afterward.” He suggested.

“That would help,” She says, placing her book on the table. “I’m going to go get dressed.” She says pushing herself out of her seat and walking towards the only bedroom in the apartment.

Ran found himself putting his clothes back on. When he was done tying his tie back around his neck, he picked up [Y/N]’s sketchbook. He flipped to the page she previously was drawing, he had noticed that she stopped just at the part where his crotch was at. The Bonten executive couldn’t help but chuckle as his fingers turned to different pages. He saw many redrawn sketches of himself and her friend that worked in the cafe. When he turned to another page, his face grew hot in pure jealousy. She even drew Shao.

They must have been very close.

When he hears footsteps coming, he quickly shuts the book, putting it back where it was. He turned around, he couldn’t help but let a smile creep on his face. [Y/N] had placed her heels on the ground to step inside them and bend over to clasp them around her ankles. The cream-colored strapless dress hugged her figure perfectly and Ran was staring hard. He would walk towards her motion for her to stand up which she did in such a confused manner. The tall man would kneel down strapping her heels for her. His fingers brushed across her ankles just a bit as he glanced up at her. “Is that too tight?” He questioned.

Her words seemed to be stuck in her throat as she would simply shake her head. “Thank you.” She says before stepping back to grab the clutch she also brought with her out the room. “Ready?” You questioned.

“I should really see if my driver is outside, I kinda told him I’ll be in here for an hour.” Ran explained as he tugged out his phone. “Just give me a minute.”

He would pull the phone to his ear hearing that his driver was outside waiting for him with the flowers he requested. Ran would smile a bit before hanging out. “He’s outside.” He said as he would walk towards the exit.

[Y/N] would follow behind him to lock up her studio, she kept on a lamp that was in the corner of the living room just so she could see when she came back. The walk towards the elevator was silent, but Ran noticed how their arms brushed against each other slightly as they were walking side by side.

“You must have a wonderful job to have a personal driver,” [Y/N] spoke as she looked over at him.

“Yeah, it’s cool.” Ran said. He swallowed the large lump that formed in his throat. He didn’t really need her questioning his occupation. Especially when she knew Shao.

Shit, what if he told her what he does? Who’s he associated with?

“I saw you with Shao’s dad, do you own a restaurant or something?” [Y/N] questioned.

“Something like that, my brother and I plan on opening something together in the future. With Sato's reputation in the restaurant industry in Japan, I thought it would be good to get advice from them.” Ran lied.

“Interesting.” [Y/N] responded. “What’s your brother's name? If you mind me asking.” She questioned as she pressed the elevator door. The way she stared at him caused his heart to flutter. She was genuinely curious about his life.

“Rindou. He’s a pain in my ass. He’s been dating this girl for three months and I honestly would say that he’s no longer a pain in my ass anymore. I think she makes him calm. But, I don’t know where I’ll be without him.” Ran said as he let out a sigh stepping in the elevator with her.

“Have you met his girlfriend? I think it’s quite cute, the way you describe it she’s like his safe haven or some shit.” [Y/N] leaned against the elevator door.

“Of course. Rindou actually prefers for us to not interact with each other because of how we act together.” Ran chuckles. “She actually works for my brother and me, plus our other friends.”

He watched a smile appear on her face as she stepped out of the elevator. Ran not too far behind her. “When did you move here?” He asked, which as they exited the building she gave him a harsh look which caused him to regret asking that.

“I was born here.”

“Uhh...I’m sorry-“

“I’m joking with you.” [Y/N] chuckled as she walked by his side. “I moved here a year ago, got accepted in this art graduate program on a full ride. So, I couldn't really decline even if that meant moving away from my friends and family.” [Y/N] explained.

When they stepped outside, his driver was waiting outside the car. Ready to open the door for Ran and [Y/N]. His driver also held the bundle of flowers Ran requested and when [Y/N] saw them, her face lit up. “You know this nice gesture, I would have thought this was a real date.” She pointed out as she collected the flowers. Her nose buried in them to get a whiff of the sweet flowery scent.

“Just associates going out to dinner, that’s all.” He opened the car door for her so she could climb in. When she climbed into the luxury car, Ran gave his driver a smile. Mentally thanking him for actually getting the flowers.

Ran climbed into the car next to [Y/N]. His eyes lingered on her a little longer as she was holding on to the flowers for life. “Do you treat all your associates like this?” She questioned.

“Only the pretty ones like you,” Ran flirted, causing her to chuckle.

“You’re one smooth talker Haitani,” [Y/N] only said before looking out the window.

Ran lips parted to speak as his driver began to drive to this restaurant. Ran had reservations at this restaurant in the Shibuya district. In his mind, he was hoping this would go as planned. Currently, it was. But the way his life was set up, anything could happen.

Why was he trying so hard to impress her?

“[Y/N]?”

“Hmm,” [Y/N] answered before her eyes were looking at him.

“How’d you know Shao?” Ran asked. He adjusted his tie around his neck waiting for a response.

Expecting the worst.

“He showed me around my university campus when I first moved here. Kinda been stuck with him ever since,” [Y/N] responded. “He’s a really sweet guy that used to let me sketch him for classes,” She says.

“Ah, so that’s how you lure us in?” Ran jokes.

“What?” She questioned. Her eyebrows scrunched together in confusion as she rubbed her lip gloss-covered lips together.

“Sketching and sculpting your way into boys' hearts and boxers,” Ran jokingly nudges her shoulder as a soft laugh escaped her mouth.

“It’s not even like that.” She answered. “I try not to mix romance with my artwork. That can get messy. Plus I’m a-“ she stops midpoint and just shakes her head. “Nevermind.”

“You’re a what?” Ran pestered.

He could feel the heat radiating off her body as she adjusted herself in her seat, thick thighs crossing over one another. “I’m a virgin,” she mumbled but she knew he could hear her.

“You’re lying,” Ran said, looking at her. “[Y/N], you’re gorgeous and I just know you’re lying.”

“I’m not Ran.” She responded. “I didn’t really pay attention to boys or girls, just my academics.” She says.

Ran leaned back into his seat taking in her words. That would explain her getting flustered at his quite obvious sexual advances like blindfolding her and letting her innocent hands touch his body. She was quite new to the sexual world. “Well, have you ever kissed someone?”

“I mean yes. I did that before but pertaining to full-blown intercourse. Nope,” She admitted. “Urgh, this is so embarrassing,” she says, her hands covering her face.

“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. It’s just sex. No one particularly talks about when they lose their virginity because it’s usually the worst experience ever.” Ran explained. “Not to strike fear or make you nervous about your first time. I would say it should be with someone you love and care about, but let’s be honest..” his voice trailed off as he pulled her hands from her face so she could look at him.

“No one is ever with the person they lose their virginity to in the long run,” Ran shrugged. “I’m not.” He bluntly admits seeing the woman next to him relax. “But it’s nothing to feel any less human about.” He soon adds.

[Y/N] grew silent as she glanced out the window once again. “Well, how come you don’t have a girlfriend like your brother?” You questioned. “That would be so sad if he gets married and has children before you.” She jokes.

“Perhaps I just haven’t found the one yet,” Ran admitted. “With my job, I always question if I want to bring someone in my life to be with me.”

“But didn’t you say your brother’s girlfriend works with you and your friends?” [Y/N] questioned. “Plus, I feel like if you like them..it’ll be worth the risk, right?” She asked.

Shit, she’s such a good listener.

“I guess, you’re right.” Ran said as he looked at her.

The car would stop and Ran could hear the little window that divided between the driver and himself get rolled down. “We have arrived sir,” He said as he went to get out of the car to open the door but Ran stopped him.

“It’s okay, don’t need to do that. I got it.” He said as he opened the door to step out. He stepped out of the car, the bright lights outside of the restaurant twinkling down on them. He extended his hand for [Y/N] to grab to help her out of the car, expecting her to just do it herself. But she didn’t. Her soft hands clasped onto his as she got out of the car tugging down the dress she wore.

“I didn’t think I told you this, but you look absolutely gorgeous tonight [Y/N],” Ran complimented as his hand was gently on her lower back guiding her into the restaurant.

“You didn’t, but thank you.” She says. She gave him a smile as they approached the host stand inside the restaurant.

“Mr.Haitani, it’s good to see you tonight. Will it be you and your brother tonight?” The male host questioned. When their eyes landed on [Y/N], you could see the faint shade of red on his cheeks. “Uhh, I’ll seat you and your date quickly sir. Just follow me.” He picked up two menus and led them to a table.

“You always come here?” [Y/N] asked.

“I’m part owner of it, so yes.” Ran corrected, watching as [Y/N]’s lips formed a perfect ‘o’ shape.

“I’m learning so much more about you and I don’t know if I should be afraid at how much is being revealed or be intrigued,” she pointed out as she watched the host place menus on the table.

“Your server will be out soon,” The host pointed out. “Enjoy your dinner tonight.” He respectfully bowed before leaving you two at the table.

Ran took it upon himself to pull out [Y/N]’s chair, he could tell that she was a blushing mess as she sat down. His fingertips brushed upon her bare shoulders as he walked to his own seat. “Hopefully, I won't scare you away. It’s a little too late to find another model for your project.” He responded.

The table the two of them sat at was considered the best table. It had a view of practically everyone, the diamond chandelier twinkled right above them. It was as if the attention was all on them as they occupied the table right in the middle of the restaurant. [Y/N] would place her head on the palm of her hand as she stared at him. For once, her intense gaze had the Bonten member squirming in the comfortable restaurant chairs.

“You’re one interesting guy Ran,” She says as she lets out a sigh as she begins to read the menu the host placed on the table.

As dinner went on of the two getting to know each other more, the liquor they consumed over dinner only started increasing. The night came to a close as [Y/N] was finishing off an apple martini, her plump lips sucking on the thin slice of an apple that was in her drink. The action caused Ran to glide his tongue over his lips that lingered with the taste of the liquor he drank. His hand going to sign the bill for tonight, he didn’t particularly know how much the two racked up. But he didn’t care, plus it couldn’t have been that bad compared to when he and the other Bonten members drunkenly ate here. He would place the bill in the middle of the table standing up, “Are you able to walk? We’ve been doing a lot of drinking,” he pointed out as he stared down at the woman.

“I’m okay,” She answered cheerfully as she finished the apple slice and stood up. She grabbed her clutch and grabbed onto Ran’s arm. The alcohol she consumed was not particularly controlling her actions just yet, but her feet were killing her in the heels she wore tonight.

Ran chuckled as she grabbed a hold of his arm. “You can always just take them off,” He motioned to the clear strapped heels that were on her feet.

“Once I get into the car,” She uttered to him as he was leading her to the exit.

When the two of them were outside waiting for Ran’s driver, Ran could feel the woman shiver next to him. The cool breeze swirling around Shibuya at night caused her to let him go to rub at her bare shoulders. Ran unbuttoned his suit jacket with swiftness, going to throw it around her shoulder but she stopped him. “You’re going to be cold then,” She pointed out.

“I’ll be fine,” He said with quickness as he stepped forward placing the jacket over her shoulders. He assured her with some drunken smile as she looked at him returning the same smile.

“Your driver is here,” She says as she sees the familiar black car pull up to him.

When the two of them climbed into the car, Ran would loosen up his tie a bit. His head falling back on the headrest of the seat, the multiple glasses of alcohol he consumed finally settling to take over his bottle. He could hear [Y/N] talking to his driver who usually rolls the soundproof privacy compartment window to give Ran privacy.

“Aww, you brought roses for your girlfriend too?” [Y/N] questioned.

“Actually my wife,” Ran’s driver would correct her.

Despite Ran’s eyes being closed, he still could sense that the woman next to him was smiling at his driver talking about his wife. Ran was fully aware of the man’s lovey-dovey love story between his driver and his wife. After all, Ran paid for the guy’s tenth-anniversary trip because of his loyalty towards Ran.

“That’s so sweet. How long have you guys been married?” [Y/N] asked.

“Ten years.” His driver responded.

“Hear that Ran, that could be you and your soulmate.” She giggles as she nudges the man which causes him to open his eyes to look at her.

The two of them shared such an intense gaze, the sound of the privacy compartment window was being pulled up. Ran assumed his driver knew what could be next between the drunken adults in the backseat of the fancy car. The silence was the only thing that overcame between the two as [Y/N] glossy eyes scanned over Ran’s lips. A naughty move that the Virgin made, which Ran could have taken advantage of that. He could just kiss her right then and there. However, Ran wasn’t so innocent either. His fingertips constantly brushed against the hem of the tight dress she wore every once in a while.

The two were ever so close as they stared at each other. They could hear Ran’s driver turn on some music, but the volume wasn’t loud at all. Ran swallowed the lump that was forming in his throat as he stared at her.

“Can I kiss you [Y/N]?” He cheekily asked. Eyes staring a hole in the woman next to her before he watched her slowly nod at his question.

Without hesitation, Ran’s lips plummeted upon hers. His large hands cupped her face just to deepen the hunger-filled kiss. He ached for more of her. He needed to have her. He could tell she was a bit inexperienced, by the way, her lips moved upon his. But he didn’t care. He could guide and teach her. Just to make sure she was enjoying it just as much as he was.

Ran’s hands caressed her gently in the backseat of the Rolls Royce Phantom. The tinted windows hid what the two were doing as his lips moved in sync with hers. He could feel her fingertips grasping at his multicolored hair. Her teeth nibbled at his lower lip, which he didn’t hesitate to grant her access to ache more for him. The taste of the martinis she was drinking lingered on her tongue and Ran could taste every single one of them. His fingertips lingered on her thighs, inching closer and closer to the wonderland in between her legs. When his hands rubbed at her cunt through the panties she wore, he could hear [Y/N] let out a moan in between the kisses. Her hands push Ran’s suit jacket off her shoulders as she inches closer to him. The artist was excited to be touched more by him.

Ran let out a smirk, the alcohol the two consumed seemed to be taking over both of their actions. A smirk was on his face hearing her soft moans and that turned him on. They were so soft and innocent. He pulled away from the kiss, his hands cupping her face as he placed kisses upon her jawline and sooner on her neck. He got a whiff of her sweet-scented perfume. “Your moan is so cute.” He mumbled against her soft skin.

He could feel her twitch more under his touch. The two of them were having such a heated moment that they didn’t even know that his driver stopped the car in front of her place.

“Please touch me Ran.” [Y/N] whispered, her voice oozed with sex appeal and purity.

“Let’s go inside your place and I’ll do whatever you want me to do [Y/N].”

She looked at him and would open the door to step out. As Ran gained his composure he watched as she just stared at her. His mind was racing so fast and he came to realize that he didn’t want her like this. He didn’t want to caress her body and kiss her bare skin when they had alcohol controlling their actions. He cleared his throat and ran his long fingers through his hair. “[Y/N], we can’t do this? Not like this.” He admitted as he stared at her.

He watched as the excitement from her eyes quickly went out. As if Ran blew out a candle that submerged inside her body. Her lips formed a straight line before she would simply nod in agreement, a hiccup leaving her mouth. “You’re right, we can’t.” She says.

“But let me at least walk you to your apartment, just to make sure you get there safely.” He says as he went climbing out of the car, she stopped him.

“I got it.” [Y/N] affirmed. She would grab her purse. “See you next Friday.” She soon added as she closed the car door before he could even say anything.

He watched as she stumbled into her apartment complex and she disappeared in the night. Ran let out a sigh as he slumped in his seat feeling a pit of guilt form in his stomach. The woman had a trace on him. He had her in the palm of his hand and he stopped it simply because he wanted her to remember the moment she kissed him.

He was mixing business and pleasure.

Something he swore he wouldn’t do.

#ran haitani x black reader #ran haitani x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #anime smut #black reader #char: ran haitani #series: sculptures

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diamond-coral · 3 years

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The Heist- Part One

dark!Steve Rogers x Reader

You were just supposed to rob a government official’s apartment. Not Captain America’s. Right?

Series Warnings: Dark, Rape/Non-Con, kidnapping, strip club stuff, swearing

Chapter Warnings: Mentions of a strip club, swearing, committing crime ig, nothing much really.

You sure as hell weren’t a criminal. Well- your record would say otherwise, but it’s not like this was your dream profession. You wouldn’t call yourself a criminal. More of a Walmart Robin Hood; stealing from the rich and giving too...well...yourself. Fine. You were a criminal. But a girl had to pay the bills. At least you got to stick it to the man, right?

You let out a sigh while evaluating your life choices. It wasn’t every little girl’s dream to be breaking into houses and apartments for some cash or valuable possessions. Technically, you were an artist by day, going to art school in New York, living the aesthetically pleasing dream of student loans and a sky-high rent that your shifts at the strip club were hardly making a dent in. But hey, at least one time you got to dance for Captain America, even if he was reluctant and a bit shy. You were certain very few women could say the same.

And that’s how you found yourself in the elevator of a cozy apartment complex, traveling upward toward your new objective. Bella, your roommate, literal partner in crime, and the only good thing that came out of socializing with your coworkers at the club, had given you a new lead of a man who was supposedly loaded and yet lived in an accessible and modest living space. He was single, and worked some sort of political job that left his apartment constantly vacant, specifically on the day you planned for your heist. A perfect target. Some corrupt government worker who wanted to live a ‘low profile life’ yet was dumb enough to settle down in a complex who’s only security was a couple cameras and guards. Bella would easily be able to freeze the frames on the cameras for an hour, giving security the false pretense that the hallways were empty and giving you the perfect window to snatch some fancy watches and some cash.

The elevator doors opened right as you received a text message from Bella.

Cameras taken care of. Now go pay our rent ;)

You exited the elevator only to collide with a blonde woman carrying a laundry basket.

“Oh god, I’m so clumsy I’m so sorry!” she exclaimed while bending down to pick up the clothes that had fallen out of the basket.

You bent down to help her collect her clothing. “No, I’m so sorry! That was completely my fault!” You offered a smile as you stood back up, but was met with a calculating gaze as she studied you.

“I’m sorry, are you new around here?” She seemed to catch herself and her demeanor changed. “It’s just, I’ve never seen you around here before.” She gave a small smile.

“Oh ,I’m just a girlfriend!” you replied. “Just stopping by.”

“Are you Steve’s girlfriend?” she asked while gesturing to the door at the end of the hallway with her head. It was your target’s door. So the political scumbag’s name was Steve. Lovely. “I don’t think he’s home right now.”

Your brain churned out a fast response. “Yeah, I know. Unfortunately for me, he’s always working. I just left my purse, and he gave me his keys to stop by and pick it up.”

“Well I’m just glad he’s found someone with all his work. I know it’s been hard for him.”

The two of you exchanged one last goodbye smile before she stepped into the elevator.

“I’m Sharon by the way. And you are...?”

“Olivia,” you replied, the fake name came out as a second nature as the elevator doors closed.

You let out the breath you’d been holding.

“Well that could’ve gone worse,” you mutter to yourself as you approach the door at the end of the hallway.

You slipped the lock picker out of your sleeve before checking your surroundings cautiously. A minute after proceeding to insert the pick into the lock, a soft click resounded from the wooden door, and it easily swung open with a turn of the knob.

As you entered through the doorway, you took into account the little bits of vintage decoration that was dispersed amongst more modern furniture. A small Uncle Sam poster, a couple of war antiques, and some old photos with figures that remained unrecognizable in the distance. This government official seemed to have fought either in World War II or Vietnam, probably making him old. You shuddered at the fact you’d called yourself his girlfriend, but Sharon hadn’t seemed to bat an eye. Either way, you didn’t care for antiques, as much as they would have sold for a hefty price. They were probably personal to him and as you walked around, you realized there were quite a few personal items that were no use for you. As you walked into the bedroom a glint from the dresser caught your eyes, and your chest filled with giddiness and excitement as you neared. Three beautiful watches were on display under the mirror that sat atop the dresser. A Cartier that would probably sell for 8,000, a Rolex that would go for 10,000 easily, and then a beautiful older Rolex. With careful hands you snatched up the two newer watches and placed them into the small knapsack you’d been carrying. After consideration, you decided to leave the older one as it probably held a sentimental value and wouldn’t give you as much money as the other two.

You walked around some more, occasionally picking up valuables like solid gold tie clips and little pieces of Stark technology, which you were surprised he had. You had to be filthy rich to support, much less afford, anything made by that war profiteer. You picked up stashes of cash lying around, which seemed to be a lot. This man definitely seemed to use cash more than credit card which wasn’t as common around people your age. As you were rummaging around his study for any pieces of fine art (which you had already gotten two of) or government documents you could sell on the black market, you knocked over a picture frame which had landed on a file that read CLASSIFIED in red letters...right under the six letters that spelled S.H.I.E.L.D. This fucker was a S.H.I.E.L.D official. You were gonna kill Bella for the vague intel.

“Shit I need to get out of here,” you mumbled. Senators and representatives were fine targets, all usually too old and skeevy for you to care about, but a S.H.I.E.L.D. official was dangerous and could get you somewhere worse than jail. Hell, you could’ve accidentally broken into Nick Fury’s place. You were screwed. So screwed. And you needed to get the hell out of this apartment. As you went to put the picture back, you glanced at it, before doing a double take and squinting at it in the dark room. Oh. This was much worse than accidentally breaking into Nick Fury’s place.

The two men laughing with an arm around each other in war uniforms with an arm around one another was innocent enough until you could finally make out their faces. Steve Rogers an easy enough one to make out, especially considering you were on his lap a couple weeks ago, and James Buchanan Barnes looked practically unrecognizable without a murderous glare on his face.

“No,” you muttered before quickly placing the picture back down.

You once again assessed your surroundings. It all made sense. The subtle 1940’s vibe, the war antiques. Bella had said he did work for the government and that wasn’t a lie. In the corner of the room you spotted a large circular leather case that was partially unzipped. Through the slight opening of the brown leather, the red, blue, and glinting bright silver was unmistakable.

“No, no, no, fuck,” you muttered frantically as you checked your watch. You still had 38 minutes before the security cameras in the hall unfroze. That was enough time to put everything you stole back. You’d much rather work open to close shifts at the club every day for three months straight than get fucked over by Captain Fucking America.

You scrambled out of the study, moving to the living room first to put back the authentic paintings. You grabbed a stool from the high bar counter in the kitchen so you could rehang the medium sized work of art. Your mind was racing. This had to be karma for all the horrible shit you’d done in the past. God decided he had enough of your delinquent shenanigans and set you marching straight into the arms of America’s righteous hero. As you finished hanging the painting you spun around on your heel, completely forgetting you were on a wobbly wooden stool. Your heart stopped for a moment before you regained your footing. Carefully climbing down the stool, you almost missed the subtle turn of a lock coming from the door.

Oh you were so done for. Your limbs flew everywhere as you scrambled to the bedroom, sliding under the bed right as you heard the door open. The rumble of Steve Roger’s voice was clear as he talked on the phone and it cut through the walls from the living room.

“Well yea Buck, obviously Tony’s gonna be a little cold toward you. Not that I blame him. I’m just thankful he didn’t start an entire civil war over it. I guess it’s just a good thing we’re not war criminals.” He let out a chuckle before pausing. “Hey Buck? Yeah. I’m gonna have to call you back.” Another pause and you heard some rummaging around. “Why? I think my apartment was just broken into. I gotta go down to security. Yeah, thanks bud.”

Steve hung up and you heard some angry muttering as he walked into his room. From under the bed you saw his tennis shoes and dark jeans as he paced at the foot of the bed. You covered your mouth to stop your anxious breathing, afraid he’d hear you from your hiding spot.

The few minutes he spent in his room felt like eternity before he stomped out and you heard the opening and closing of another door as he exited the apartment. You crawl out from under the bed, your head spinning as you attempted to think of a way out of your predicament.

The window.

Quickly and quietly, you stood up and made your way to his bedroom window, looking out for a fire escape and letting out an annoyed huff when you saw none.

‘Maybe there’s one for the living room window,’ your brain chimed.

You rushed to the living room, scooping up the two watches and your empty knapsack on your way, and almost screamed with joy at the sight of the fire escape next to the window. Your fingers curled around the bottom of it and give it a sharp tug up, opening it just enough for you to squeeze through.

Just as you were about to lift your leg over the ledge and climb down the stairs to sweet sweet freedom, being able to forget about everything that ever happened tonight, a large hand wrapped around the back of your neck and wrenched you back with such force that you tumbled backwards and landed on your butt.

He was massive. Six feet of pure muscle towered over you as you trembled from your position on the floor. He squatted down, resting his elbows on his knees as he took you in, blue eyes practically cutting through the darkness, and you let out a small whimper.

“Didn’t your mother ever tell you stealing is wrong?”

#dark!steve rogers #dark!steve x reader #steve rogers x reader

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crossdressingdeath · 3 years

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Wow I never knew MXTX bashing is so strong in this fandom... glad I’m not on any social media, following anyone except Japanese or Korean artists who just vibes (love to see it!)

To anyone who bash MXTX and said she didn’t knew her own cultures when she was clearly writing out a story set in fictional Ancient China, as a Chinese person, writing a story about the Chinese society as a Chinese person living in China, please don’t say that you, who probably might not be a Chinese who specifically lives in Mainland China, understand her culture better than MXTX herself.

If anyone thinks that the ending to the novel is so unhappy to everyone, please note that it’s MXTX and she gets to choose HOW she writes the story.

Second, MDZS is about our actions has consequences. And a lot of HCs I have seen in this fandom erased a huge part of the story theme because people are projecting their ‘traumas’ into it (like the Lans being anything but monks)

I suggest everyone who wants to bash MXTX and her choice of ending and why MDZS is like this to read the Buddhist scriptures, study the history of Buddhism and actually study the religion well. Understand the beliefs of Buddhist and understand why EVERYONE gets whatever is coming towards them. Especially since Buddhism believes in the law of Karma.

And please do read Tao Te Ching, familiarize yourself with other xianxia novels because surprise surprise, MDZS isn’t the first or last xianxia novels! Ashes of Love is one of the famous ones and internet is there for you :) You can disagree or criticize however MXTX wrote her novels but bashing her by saying you are superior in a culture you know nothing about is baffling.

People’s main beef with MXTX seems to be the usual misogynistic “A woman writing gay things????? This is improper!!! How dare a woman want to write about men being gay!” bullshit. You know, that old chestnut. At least that’s what I’ve seen; I avoid that section of the fandom (for lack of a better term). But yeah, it’s such a thing how people talk like they know for sure what this woman (probably, since we... don’t actually know she’s a woman for definite) is thinking about things, what her opinions on aspects of her culture are, things like that as if they think they understand mainland Chinese culture better than she does. Like... unless you talk to her personally and can directly ask her about these things, you don’t know what she thinks. We can extrapolate based on what appears in her work (for example it seems a safe bet to say she thinks ganging up on someone without bothering to get the full story is bad), but we don’t know. Even people who grew up in her exact situation would be unlikely to have every opinion match hers perfectly! Like, the whole... “Well historically YZY would have had the right to kill WWX if she wanted to so clearly MXTX wants us to side with her!” argument. Just because something was normal in a culture at some point in the past doesn’t mean the people within that culture now think it’s something good people should do! Or that a lot of the people living in that culture in that time period didn’t find this accepted thing morally abhorrent! To use my old favourite example, it’s like saying we’re supposed to side with open homophobes in gay period romances “because that was normal at the time”; even assuming people were okay with things that were classed as normal (which if the thing stopped being classed as normal clearly a lot of them weren’t) an author writing in the 21st century is going to have a different perspective no matter what period they’re writing in. You have to judge based on the work, not the time period the work is based on. Especially when it’s something like MDZS, which is ahistorical and so isn’t guaranteed to match up to the norms of the culture in a given time period anyway.

#mdzs #anon #asks

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Surprised to hear you like Henry VI and Margaret of Anjou, given that you're a fan of Richard, Duke of York. Isn't that a conflict of interest or something? Lol. What's your opinion on Elizabeth Woodville and the Woodville clan, Margaret Beaufort, Warwick and the Neville clan, and George, Duke of Clarence? (Basically what's your opinion on the rest of the players of the Wars of the Roses lol.)

Gosh, anon you are encouraging me!! I love that you care about my thoughts <3. Alright then, let's start.

I used to be very anti-Margaret of Anjou. Until I started to look at things from her perspective. York was dangerously popular with a lot of children and a formidable wife. Margaret must have felt insecure. Also, there is this theory that Margaret's mentor and confidant William de la Pole, Duke of Suffolk was murdered under the order of the Duke of York. That must have been a tipping point. But I still think that York was the better ruler and person. I will get a lot of hate for this, but women in general were not suitable rulers for the Middle Ages. They were often driven by more personal ideals (Empress Matilda vs. Stephen is a great example and Margaret was no different). Ofc there were men like that too but women seemed to always be like that. As a woman, I understand and the later periods were more suitable for female leadership. York was a much better ruler. He was driven by the stability of the realm rather than his personal issues (he put his own son-in-law in prison and Margaret wouldn't even budge on her failure advisors). And her entitlement was mind-boggling. I love how messed up she was. And Henry...I just feel sorry for him. The Middle Ages also were not a time for artistic and kind kings lol.

Elizabeth Woodville and the Woodville Clan:

As I have said, I pretty much like everyone before 1485 lol. But Elizabeth Woodville was annoying af. That made her interesting but I can't get over how incredibly greedy she was. She was the daughter of a minor gentry and widow of a Lancastrian knight. Edward makes her queen and she abuses that power so much. She has problems with everyone. Warwick, George, Richard, any noble who didn't kiss her arse and even Edward. Queens were meant to level the mind of King. Edward III's queen famously saved French clergy by going on her knees to beg the King for mercy. Ofc that was a bit dramatic but many Queens did this. It was called the Queen's mercy or something like that. But boy was she a hell of a woman. Despite being raised in a pretty privileged household, she was shrewd and survived to the end. She could have learned a thing or two from Cecily Neville about how to put that strong personality to better use but regardless. Also, I love how she was shunned fron Henry Tudor's court when Richard welcomed her to his with open arms. I mean...karma. But all in all, I like her. Its as they say "well behaved women seldom make history". She had flaws (so did the everyone else!) but her character is interesting and admirable. And despite that shaved forehead, she is a gorgeous woman. So I get where Edward was coming from XD The other social climbing members Woodville..not so much. The shameless way that they tried to push themselves in and take hold of power when they had literally fought on the losing Lancastrian side is embarrassing and oh so disgusting. Like Warwick secured the throne for Edward and they were given precedence over him. I just...yeah. John Woodville legit married a 65 year old duchess (he was 19) for money and power. They were a hungry bunch and courting them was Edward IV's biggest mistake and towards the end of his life, I think he saw that.

Margaret Beaufort

I will keep this short since I don't know much about her but I dislike her. I understand that she went through a lot. Her father apparently suicided when she was 1 and that is traumatic. And back then suicide was mocked and disgraced. She ofc blamed the Duke of York....cause at this point why not? She ofc went through a really young and traumatic birth at 13. Her husband was gross and that's that. And we know that Edward kept her son exiled so she couldn't see him. But despite all this, I just don't like her? I suppose its the super impressive Plantagenet women who just make me look at the sleezy and dull Margaret with disdain. And she gives me real phony vibes. Like at times, she just seemed to cosplay Cecily Neville lol. When you see women like Cecily Neville and Margaret of Anjou taking charge in the way they did, Margaret and her deceptive ways are just cringe worthy.

The Earl of Warwick

This man. Just this man. The way that England seemed to revolve around his whims is amazing. He was a real Duke of York stan and so I have to appreciate him. But he was so fearless. Henry VI, Edward IV, Margaret of Anjou, you name it. He stood against them. The Duke of York seemed to be someone he admired but other than that, he fought for himself. He helped Edward take the crown and worked hard to keep Edward's throne. He was embarrassed with the whole secret marriage saga but still stuck by. But Edward clearly forgot who he owed his success too. The man escaped an assassination by Henry VI's men and saved his father and uncle from it. He actually took charge in the first Battle of St. Albans in 1455 because his rivals the Percys were mocking him. I just love him. Ngl, sometimes when I read about him, I just blush. A man if there ever was one. There were so many attempts at disgracing him. He was the Captain of Calais and in that role fought Medieval pirates! And he was ruthless at it. People loved him and he carried that popularity well. I should stop fangirling over a dead guy. I think I made it pretty clear that I love him XD.

Neville clan

I like them too. Warwick's father was pretty much York's best friend and I love him for it. They were also social climbers like the Woodvilles but so much better at it. They didn't have the entitlement that the Woodvilles did and managed their powers well. Cecily Neville was ofc a Neville and she is one of my favorites. One of my favorite thing about them is how courageous they were. Like all of them. Unfortunately, Anne and Isabel are both obscure figures. I wish we knew more about them. They were pushed around like prizes. Good on Richard for giving Anne a position to make her own decision. I feel bad for those girls. Although the York brothers were known to be good looking so lucky them?

George, Duke of Clarence

Ah, George. I love this man. If there was one son of York who inherited his father's glamour and charm, it was George. And I love that he stood up to his brother and sister-in-law. He was sometimes too problematic but I still love that! Glamourous and problematic. How can one not love the man? Although his betrayal of Edward is kind of sad considering that Edward really tried to be like a dad to his brothers. George took Edward's love for granted for too long. His breakdown after his wife's death is really sad too. Interestingly, this seems to be a pattern with the Plantagenet men. They all have breakdowns and downfalls after the death of their wives. Their women are so much stronger emotionally.

I know this was long! I hope you enjoyed the post :D. I would love to know your thoughts too and if you agree or disagree. Seriously, thank you for letting me talk about this. Nothing makes me happier than to discuss these people!

#elizabeth woodville #edward iv #george duke of clarence #richard neville #earl of warwick

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S.W.O.R.D. #10 by Al Ewing (writer), Jacopo Camagni (artist), and Fernando Sifuentes (colorist)

Xandra: “Ha! Ororo won! Ororo always wins!”

While the photo I picked for this week’s issue of SWORD features primarily Xandra and Deathbird, the real star of this issue is Taki aka Wiz Kid. Throughout the issue, we have a focused character study on him, allowing one of Krakoa’s visibly disabled mutants to really shine and reflect on his life, values, and personality. I think it was really nice to get some of his reasoning as to why he hasn’t just done the Crucible to “fix” himself, something that people have been pondering with decisions such as Karma keeping her robotic leg after she is resurrected. It reminded me a lot of something Leah Williams said in a podcast interview, how Krakoa asks what they need to do to help disabled mutants, rather than demanding that disabled mutants change for Krakoa.

Of course, did I believe for one second that Wiz Kid was actually a double agent? No. I had recently read the original Inferno and from my read of the character there, he really deeply cares about his friends and will end the world to keep them safe - so why would he betray them now on Krakoa? The ‘explanation’ that Taki gives Orchis about how it’s all because of Apocalypse and all being on the Quiet Council feels like a rephrasing of the common objections from X-Fans who aren’t into Krakoa gave early in the Dawn of X.

For the plot, it seems like we’re building to a conclusion where Brand manipulates the Shi’Ar into declaring war on Orchis, by having the station evacuated, Taki then helping Orchis to blow it up, and then Taki remaining on board. It seems likely as well that Orchis will then be implicated in the attack on the Shi’Ar delegation on Planet Arakko. If how that’s going, then that’ll be a really skillful manipulation by Brand.

The art is gorgeous as always - I really like the way that everyone is drawn so cleanly and fluidly. But the biggest drawback to this is - is this the end of SWORD? Or just a mid point in its arc? With Inferno and X Lives / X Deaths, we just really don’t know. I don’t know if I should be reading this as the build up to a climax - or if it’s the start of the climax itself - or just an issue to move the plot along. How am I supposed to think about this?

I think, once we know, this issue will be easier to think about as a whole - as an individual issue, it seems a little lackluster, as I never believed that Taki had gone rogue, and we know that no one on the station died, so where’s the stakes?

Verdict: Six out of ten eggs

#s.w.o.r.d.#taki #wiz kid #xandra #storm #abigail brand #cable #orchis #deathbird #al ewing #is this the beginning or the end #comics review

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Chronicles of a Parisian Dumbass 16

oh gosh, i'm so sorry for the late update!! i promise i'm still working on this, little by little. i am on vacation next week, so maybe i'll get the chance to really put some work in.

in any case, enjoy today's update c:

okay, so who the hell was gonna tell me that CBG’s designed a whole-ass album cover for my favorite artist of all time?

scratch that. who was gonna tell me she designed my FAVORITE album cover for my FAVORITE artist of all time?

Bubbles, as it turns out, has known Marinette Dupain-Cheng since he was four years old. Went to school with her and everything. So that’s another scoop to the shit Luka’s landed himself in. He still isn’t sure what gave him greater whiplash: finding out about that connection, or finding her name in the fine print of Jagged stone’s album credits. He also isn’t sure whether it’s a good thing that Nino mentions little else, and especially dodges the question of if it’s even cool to actually admit to having a gigantic crush on Marinette Dupain-Cheng, or whether he’s just wasting his time.

Cool.

Cool, cool, cool.

(Luka is most definitely not cool.)

Especially for those freeze-frames of time that he wonders, to his own horror, if Bubbles has been Adrien Agreste all this time.

It takes him the better part of an hour of pacing and fidgeting with his guitar pick to realize that no, he hasn’t been casually messaging a fashion mogul’s son who also just so happened to be Marinette’s own gigantic crush. He doesn’t seem like the type to use “dude” in everyday conversation, and for another thing, it didn't exactly like up with what Marinette had said about them knowing each other in middle school.

One day, Luka swears, he’s going to take this anxiety thing out back and have it meet its maker.

Even if, maybe, he sort of is its maker.

(Okay, maybe he's going to take his brain out back, because he's definitely not responsible for that.)

But he figures, once that initial panic and urge to scream into his pillow wear off, that it might be a cool talking point between him and Marinette. One that, for once, doesn’t have much to do with either of their jobs. Or with how tongue-tied he gets around her because she just won’t stop being so pretty. Not that that’s a problem; both his sister and his mother would have his head for ever thinking that way, and even then, Rose would tell them to get in line. Something about how they didn’t raise him this way, even if two of them didn’t even raise him at all.

Luka waits a couple of days before stopping by the bakery again; it gives them both some breathing room and the time for those postcards to be finished and printed. He thinks about it a lot. The postcards. The effort. Marinette, too, but in his quietly flustered opinion, he thinks that’s a given. He doesn’t get the chance to come until close to closing time again because of his delivery shift; he just hopes they don’t mind too much. He braces himself the whole ride over for whatever may be coming: another friendly crack about napoleons and pear tarts, the beauty of the postcards, maybe even another offer of kindness if Marinette’s pattern is anything to go by.

The one thing Luka doesn’t brace himself for—which, of course, is the one thing that ends up happening—is the door propped open, and the music drifting out through the crack. And he can’t even revel in the fact that it’s one of his favorite songs playing, because…

Because Marinette is dancing. Rag in one hand, spray bottle in the other. No, it’s not like, a flawlessly choreographed routine or anything. It’s more like a mix of what Rose does during their down time when she has too much energy and nowhere to put it, and what Juleka does when she’s trying to find the rhythm of a new song. It’s blissfully unaware, and beautiful, and it feels like home, and Luka can’t stop staring.

He doesn’t mean to. He knows he shouldn’t. It’s just… he can’t remember ever seeing a moment when she was simply “Marinette, “instead of “Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Friend to Practically Everybody.” or “Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Daughter of the Owners of The Best Bakery In Paris.” or even “Marinette, the Girl Behind the Counter with the Sketchbook Full of Secrets and the connections to Jagged Fucking Stone.”

Okay, maybe he’s been watching a couple too many fantasy movies lately.

And he definitely needs to look away, like, right now, because she does this thing with her hips that makes his brain forget how to function for a second, and he needs his brain to function in every sense of the phrase, and God fucking damn it, Marinette Dupain-Cheng is hot and he’s not supposed to think that she’s hot—

And she’s looking at him. Frozen. right as he’s about to get off his bike and knock.

And, like the total idiot he can only manage to be at the worst possible times, he trips. Over his bike. And faceplants, right in front of Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

He’s somewhere between waiting for death to take him, and thanking his Ma for always getting on him about wearing a helmet, and wondering if he really was so stupid that his first instinct was to run, when the bell over the bakery door rings like mad. Someone cries out his name, and the music cuts, and there’s a skitter of footsteps on concrete. When he comes to himself and starts to sit up, he finds himself face-to-face with Marinette, who's kneeling beside him and already scanning him for any injuries.

The first thing she says, with her hand in her hair, is, “Oh, God. She’s gonna kill me.”

The first thing he says, with a wince, is, “Yikes.”

It’s then that the pain sinks in, dull and searing and throbbing all at once, as if punishing him for choosing to say that, of all things. He sits up a bit more, pain chasing up his spine and stinging his palms; his knee is badly scraped and starting to swell, he realizes once he gets a good look at the rest of him. He can’t tell yet, whether Juleka would call this karma or kismet. All he can think is that at least his jeans were already ripped.

“Can…” Marinette swallows hard, but otherwise she’s entirely unfazed. “Can you stand? Put weight on it? Oh God, oh my God, she’s actually gonna kill me.”

“I…” Cautiously, Luka tries to get to his feet, and Marinette makes space for him. All it takes is one step for a jolt of pain to shoot up his leg, and he staggers and clutches the closest streetlamp, nearly tripping over his bike again in the process. “Shit,” is all he can bite out after drawing his breath in through his teeth and holding onto it for too long. He lets it out, little by little, and his grip on the lamppost loosens. “It’s okay, I’m—I can just walk my bike to the metro station, and—”

It’s like she isn’t even listening to him; she’s looking around the bike, evidently searching for something. Finally, she finds it—his bike lock—and after it and the bakery door are secure, she coaxes his arm around her shoulder. It’s almost comical, because he’s got a good thirty centimeters on her, but it hurts too much to laugh. Or, apparently, to stammer in protest when she leads him through the side door and up the stairs to her apartment.

Oh, no. Oh, no, no, no. Seeing her in her pajamas was enough of an invasion of her privacy. But seeing the inside of her literal, actual home? Oh, no. No way.

“You’re hurt,” she says simply, as if she’s read his mind; her voice is trembling, the way voices do when they know they shouldn’t. “It’d be against like, everything I am as a person if I just let you leave.” She only lets go of him to unlock the door, and only then does it occur to him that, for a few moments that should have been blissful, they were side-by-side, and in some places skin-to-skin.

Mr. Dupain gives them a funny, almost unreadable look when Marinette opens the door. One look at Luka’s leg seems to answer any questions he might have had, and effortlessly he helps Luka to the couch while Marinette disappears into the bathroom. “You know,” he jokes under his breath, “When I imagined someone falling for my daughter, I didn’t mean literally.”

Luka’s face goes hot. “I didn’t—I’m not—”

Whatever he wants to say falls on deaf ears, and Mr. Dupain makes himself scarce as soon as Marinette emerges from the bathroom. Even as she lifts his leg onto the coffee table, Luka swears he can feel those kind, quietly insistent eyes burning holes into him all the way from the kitchen. He doesn’t get to think much more about what Mr. Dupain might have meant, or what he would have said to refute it, because Marinette is pressing an alcohol pad to the scrapes, and it stings like a motherfucker—which is probably a good thing for more reasons than one.

“You don’t have to do this,” he says weakly, because somewhere along the way, I don’t deserve it got stuck in his throat and refused to come out.

Marinette gives him a look. He can’t quite figure out what it means. “Yeah. I do.”

“Nah.” He readjusts, braces himself for the second sting of the ointment and the bandages. “I kinda deserved it. Jules would call it karma, I guess.”

There she goes again, wincing at the mere mention of Juleka. Or maybe… maybe it’s something else. Without a word, she gets up and disappears into the kitchen, and he spends her whole absence wondering what he said or did. He’s only relieved when she returns with a bag of frozen corn and a shrug as if to say, It’s all we had. She presses the bag to his knee, breathing deep in time with him, or maybe in hopes that his breathing will start to match hers. Then she speaks, and her voice wavers.

“Why would you ever think,” she murmurs, “that you deserve any pain?”

Luka opens his mouth. Shuts it. Opens and shuts again. This time, at least for a while, the words don’t even make it to his throat. Eventually, all he can spit out is, “I was. Watching. You.”

“I know,” Marinette says, turning as pink as her shorts. “I saw.”

That’s the one thing he can appreciate: she doesn’t try to downplay it or say it was dumb. Even now, she’s unapologetic, and direct, and God, maybe he’s just fallen a little more. “I shouldn’t have,” he says. “I was gonna knock, I was…” He shifts again, his knee still in her gentle grasp, and flinches. “I just… wanted to see your postcards.”

I just wanted to see you.

“Marinette.” His lips tingle just from saying her name, and his stomach is churning. “Who… who’s gonna kill you?”

This time, Marinette goes scarlet; it would look about as pretty as literally every other color and pattern she wears if she didn’t seem so… mortified. “I’ll go get one of—the postcards,” she says—stammers, more like—and as she’s heading upstairs she calls out, “Papa, he can’t walk. Can we drive him home?”

From the kitchen, Mr. Dupain winks.

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RIP lol

and no, i’m not talking about my jeans. those were already like that.

but also. 😬 oh boy.

#miraculous ladybug #lukanette #luka couffaine #marinette dupain cheng #fic: chronicles of a parisian dumbass #oh my dude we are in for it now.

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