#i just idk i feel like shit as the open starters i put thought into don't get replies

[killersfool]

fluff w bobby! idk smth like hurt/comfort. maybe she’s had a bad date and goes to bobby and they like confess , idrk but i think that’d be cute

Comfort | ROBERT KEATING

thank you for the request !!

PAIRING: robert keating x f!reader

WORDS: 3.4k

SUMMARY: reader goes on a terrible date. she calls her old work friend, rob, who comforts her and opens up about some hidden feelings.

GENRE: hurt/comfort, friends to lovers, fluff

WARNINGS: references to eating disorder

The worst date of my life occured on a Tuesday afternoon, starting at exactly 8.43pm. For starters, the guy was late, 13 minutes late on the dot. Never trust your Tinder matches. I guess I should've figured out what a mess the whole thing would be. I'd sat down at a window seat in Nando's. Sun glowed gently across the table. It gave me a positive outlook on the whole thing. But by the end of the evening, as I left that dreaded restaurant with a soggy bag of chips in my right hand, I was holding back tears. Rain was pouring. My umbrella had broken. Dark clouds had appeared in the sky. Pathetic fallacy. I could hardly even breathe as I sat down in the train. 

My first port of call — for some odd reason — was my old work friend. Rob and I had worked together in a restaurant just down my street. We'd been through hell together. My worst memory was when I dropped about ten glasses across the kitchen floor, accidentally smashing them to pieces. The manager heard the crash ring out through the entire restaurant. He ran through the kitchen doors. They swung open as if he was a wild beast prepared to eat me whole. Bones and all. This was the first time I'd made a major mistake as a kitchen porter. I was trying to prepare myself for the incessant shouting to soon ensue. But before I could even build a wall around me, a hand grabbed mine and pulled me out of the kitchen. I wasn't sure who it was grabbing my pinky finger or why they were helping me escape but I didn't complain, I just let them lead me through the main restaurant where guests were staring at us with patient eyes. They really believed we were running around just to ask for their order.

The long mane of curly hair made me realise who was dragging me alone. Robert Keating. The waiter who's sarcasm was off the charts. Each time he came into the kitchen, he'd be going on a rant about how stupid the job was and how much he hated the manager. Most of the chefs agreed. But they'd make sure to put on cheery faces whenever Mr Jacob came in to check everything was alright. Robert had worn Doc Martens to the beach when they had a dinner party to celebrate 10 years of the restaurant. I had made sure to come along with my best dress on and trainers. Robert had appeared with some Doc Marten boots, red shorts and Joy Division shirt, assuring everyone that his boots were 'made for walking on sandy terrain'. Then he complained about them for the entire time. He didn't make any sense.

Once we'd escaped through the front door of 'Jacob's Pizza', we continued running down the street until we got to the park. I knew by that moment I'd sure be fired. No one was running after us. No one really gave two shits about us. We weren't a necessity to the work force. We were just there. Looming.

Rob had sat down on one of the kid's swings (the tiny ones that you can't get into once you grow out of them). He allowed his infinitely long legs to dangle off the edge—not putting them through the holes because he'd surely get stuck which would've been a very Rob thing to do. The park was empty. It was a Tuesday evening. Stars lined the sky. Rob patted the swing next to him, asking me through his motions to join him. I complied. Awkwardly slotted myself in a mildly comfortable position onto the swing. I grabbed onto the rusty chains which had been there for dozens of years. Paint ripped away by years of use, years of bad weather.

"Mr Jacob didn't deserve us. We were too good for him." Sixteen-year-old Rob always thought quite highly of himself—not to the point of being a show off—but just enough to make you shake your head. The use of the collective pronoun was different for him. A change to usual. He was including me in his declaration of greatness. His blue eyes were shining and he'd thrown his apron to the ground. Black button-up shirt and black trousers. His smile was a lighthouse, illuminating that stretch of grass before us.

"I fucked up. Sorry, Rob." I'd looked away from him. Wrung my fingers together, picked at my nails. We'd been working there for months. Of course I had to be the one to make a mistake.

"Hey, don't worry. There's loads of jobs around here. I'm sure you'll find somewhere else," he assured. He reached out a hand between the two swings, let it linger on my shoulder. I followed suit with him. Chucked my apron into the nearest bin. One of those bins that never get emptied. Overflowing with fizzy drinks and sweet packets.

I allowed my head to drop down onto his hand. His fingers took a short hike through my hair. 

He then started to laugh. "How the fuck did you drop all those glasses? I swear you purposely tipped the tray over."

"What if I did?" I smirked. It had been accident. Or maybe my irritation at the place just wanted to come out. 

Rob was pressing his shoes to the ground, trying to make the swing fly upwards. He'd smiled to himself at my words. "Then I thank you for your service. I'd been trying to get out of there for a while. My band are getting way more gigs and the job was getting in the way of everything."

"Your band? You've never told me about that." I was intrigued. I had no idea he played an instrument. I knew that he loved The Strokes as he'd always put them on the kitchen playlist. I couldn't imagine him on a stage. Performing. Making music. It was the last thing I'd expected he'd do.

"Yeah. We've called it Inhaler. An ode to Eli's asthma—"

"Hewson? He's in it? Fuck no." I'd never been the biggest fan of Elijah. He'd dated my friend and left her heartbroken. I'd never personally spoken to guy but from a distance, I was the slightest bit terrified of him. 

"I had no choice! He forced me into it."

"So he's singing, right? Then you're playing what?"

"Bass."

"Really? That's..."

"So sexy. I know."

That's when I shook my head, smiling. His face was serious but as my teeth appeared, so did his. We were both laughing at nothing, giddy because of the air cooling our cheeks. Just his presence, him being next to me, made me feel so much warmer.

Now my eyes are teary, my throat is raw. I'm sat in the corner of a train compartment. Toddlers are screaming at their parents, music is blasting in my ears and the fields turn to blurs of green as I lean back into my seat. 

The guy was a prick. A self-centered waste of time who thought the whole world revolved around him and only him. I was asking all the questions. He didn't want to know anything about me. His mouth would never stop moving. I hardly got a single word into any conversation. He showed off about his job, his money, the university he went to and he joked about how much I ate. He'd stared at my stomach when I stood up, as if he was trying to measure my waist with his eyes. That's when I just walked out of the place, taking my remaining chips with me. I don't know why I even agreed to go. He wasn't even nice on the app.

Phone ringing. Hand over my stomach. I had gained weight. I'd started eating more than I had months ago. Food was a comfort, food was a memory-store, food was something to keep me going. There were all kinds of flavours that would bring me back to figments of my past. Eating was a way to reminisce and a way to make new memories. It had irked me—that look in his eye, the raise of a brow. I was skinnier on my Tinder profile. But back then I wasn't happy. Constantly focused on my calorie intake, on how much exercise I had done in a week. 

"Hello?" Rob picks up. His words play through my headphones. His voice hasn't changed since I last saw him. It's still low and raspy.

I sniffle, finding it hard to even get my words out. I can see in the train window that my skin is blotchy and red. My bottom lip is quivering. I'm trying to hold everything in. I'm like a bomb on the verge of explosion. I don't like crying. I especially don't like crying on a train where eyes are glancing over in my direction.

"You alright?" He whispers. It's 10pm and I'm wondering what he's been doing. Has he been at a show? I've been trying to keep a track of where they've been going on their tour. Right now he could be absolutely anywhere. The last I heard he was in Scotland.

"What are you up to?" I try to divert the conversation to him. I just want to hear him talk. Anything he tells me, I'll listen.

"I'm back home in Dublin. Eating mince pies. I know it's early but my Ma is too obsessed with Christmas for her own good. It's what, 2nd of November? And she's already got her tree up. Tinsel and everything. What's up with you? You sound different. Has Eli been giving you shit again? That gobshite needs his head knocked in."

He's in Dublin. I'm in Dublin. 

"I miss your Ma." I remember the one time we walked home from work together. His Ma had given me a lung constricting hug. She'd thought I was Rob's girlfriend. Told me that he non-stop talked about me. I didn't believe her. I still don't believe her. I could never see Rob having a crush on anyone, let alone me. "It's nothing to do with Eli. Although I agree, he is a little bitch. It's actually this shitty bloke I met on Tinder. He thought he was all that. Most boring guy I've met in my life."

"Instagram, please?"

"I don't trust you with anyone's Instagram."

"At least tell me his name. I want to make fun of him."

"Albert."

"What a name. Honestly, I'm thinking about getting my name legally changed to that. Albert. Wow. I'm impressed." 

"He told me his nickname was 'Alby'. I almost laughed." I smile to myself, wiping tears away. I hear Rob snort through the phone. 

"Found his Instagram. That was easy. He looks weird. Shit hairline."

"Rob!!! Keep away from his DM's please."

He went silent. He was most definitely already sending him stupid messages. I didn't really mind. The guys deserved shit after what he put me through. Two hours of nonsense. At least the food was good. Nando's is my favourite.

"Aren't you in Dublin? Do you want to come play some bird bingo? It's been a while since I saw you. We've got at least a years supply of mince pies."

I'm cheesing. Sucking in quick breaths as my tears stop falling. The train comes to a halt in the station. My head is leaning against the window, my mouth opens wide as I see a figure sat down on a bench. That familiar mop of hair, those shining eyes, an entire bass guitar case sat beside him. I'm gobsmacked.

The call ends before I can try to speak. Before long, my legs are moving and I'm shuffling through crowds, trying to find the exit. Maybe I was just imagining him. Maybe I just wanted him to be there. But then I'm outside the train, walking down the platform and two arms wrap around my stomach. 

"Hey," is all he says, straight into my ear.

He isn't usually this touchy. We used to go for coffee and he'd never hug me. We weren't that kind of friends. Now his arms are holding me flush against his chest and his hair is tickling my ear and I just want to close my eyes and blow the world away.

I turn around to face him. His hands are still on my waist, scrunching the material of my jumper. He has a cardigan on, his eyelashes are so long, he's watching me with worry etched upon his features. 

Then I break down. I can't deal with it anymore. I can't hold it in.

"Sweetheart..." He pulls me straight into his chest, hands cupping my head like it's going to split into two. I sob into his cardigan. My palms are against his shoulderblades and his head is on my shoulder. I can feel his nose smush into my skin and he mumbles quiet comforts into the air. "He doesn't deserve you. He's an idiot. Piece of shit." Words of comfort are usually just insults from Rob—but they still make me feel way better.

I don't know what I would've done without him. I keep imagining myself going home and crying into my pillow, no one there to tell me it'll be okay. I'm so glad he's here. I'm so glad he's holding me.

"Let's go home?" He pulls me away the slightest bit just to see my face. His thumb jumps just beneath my eye, wiping away the falling tears. He then gently kisses my nose. I'm shocked and confused. The warmth of his lips against my freezing nose is a welcome relief. I'm sure a sigh escaped my lips at the gesture. 

I'm not sure which home he means. His or mine. But wherever we're going, I'll follow him. I want to be somewhere warm. I want to eat some nice, warm food and forget that guy ever even existed. Rob still has an arm around me as we walk through the station. He gives me a packet of tissues and buys me a hot chocolate from Starbucks. Even whilst carrying his entire bass along on his other shoulder, he makes sure to keep an arm around my back, fingers curled over my waist. 

"How come you've got your bass?" I taste the hot chocolate. It burns my tongue. My spare hand points along the rather massive case which is definitely heavy.

"I was practicing with the band. I was about to head home when you called me so I ran to the station instead."

"So you lied about the mince pies?"

"Oh no. That is very true. You'll see when we get back. I just lied about where I was—you know, for the surprise element."

His then. We are going to his. I've never been inside his house before. I've only walked down his street and glanced through the windows. He'd always have the best Halloween decorations. The Keating house was always a go to in order to get the best sweets. His mum would come out dressed in the most flamboyant costume possible. Rob would always be standing beside her, forced forwards with a bag of sweets in his hands. 

Up past his parents' cars. Still some Halloween stickers on the windowsill and pumpkins next to the welcome mat. He twists his key in the door. It clicks and opens up to a corridor. He was right about the Christmas decorations. Snow globes on a bookshelf,  wreath on the door, Christmas tree lights are colourful through the window. The whole living room is dark green.

The house is silent. The dishwasher is wildly spinning and wind is wailing. Other than that it is extremely quiet. And warm. So very warm. I can actually feel my fingers now. 

Rob takes my hand once I've pulled off my shoes. He pulls me along into the living room, we crash down onto the sofa.

"Tell me everything," he says. He stretches out his legs and places his feet on the coffee table. He has fluffy socks that have the face of a red robin. "All the nitty gritty. Get it all out of your system."

"I don't even know where to start." I pull at the skin of my cheek, look up at the ceiling. "We went to Nando's. It was my idea. I got there bang on time but had to wait for ages for him to get there. He was late—"

"First red flag."

"Right? I should've just left. Anyway, he came in. Blamed his lateness on traffic when he literally lived in the town I went to. Like wouldn't you just walk? He ordered hardly any food then got all weird when I ordered my usual. I had a pudding too. He was just so judgy. He told me about his degree in Maths and how he was doing a phD. He didn't seem to impressed about my Law degree. He barely even let me talk. Then the last thing, the cherry on top, was when he stared at my belly when I stood up as if I had some kind of disease. I felt ill. I've never been so insecure in my life."

Rob's mouth was open wide, jaw dropped. He kept his eyes on mine. Listening. It was so nice to have someone just hear what I was saying for once. 

"You're the prettiest, most intelligent girl— I'm going to have a right word with that nob— I'm going to have a right fucking word with him. He thinks he can just..." His burst of emotions makes him stand up and pace around the room. I smile at his compliments but frown when he starts to get angry.

"It's fine. I'm here now. I don't have to think about him again."

Rob sits down again. Then his head falls onto my stomach. He closes his eyes. His arm reaches over for the coffee table. He grabs two mince pies. One for me, one for him. Bending his arm and extending it, he passes one up to me. I gratefully take it. I peel off the metal then take a bite. It’s delicious. Rob is smiling up at me. There’s a little pastry on his chin. I wipe it away with my thumb. My finger seems to have a mind of its own. It starts to trace lines along his face. Beauty spot to beauty spot. Like his skin is paper and I’m doing a join the dot. My thumb lands back on his lips and I trace along the two pink shapes. A little chapped, warm and soft. He opens his eyes again. 

Then I’m hit by this weird feeling. Like I’m reaching a high. Or I’m slamming the accelerator. Or I’m at a claw machine and finally win a prize. That hum of euphoria, singing through your ears. He’s twisting his head on my belly like it’s a pillow. My thumb is still at the corner of his mouth. My heart is beating in my ears. There’s something clicking. A realisation.

I’m in love with Rob. I’ve always been in love with him.

“Look, I know this is a really bad time to say this,” Rob speaks. His words a gruff. I listen intently. 

“What’s up?” I brush his hair out of his face. Curls between my fingers.  

“You’ll think I’m stupid.”

“I won’t.”

“You will.”

Rob closes his eyes again. He breathes out. He looks for my other hand and places it on his chest, his hand resting just above it. I can feel his heart pounding like crazy. I never knew a human heart could move so quickly. I never knew that here, in this dimly lit room, after my heart has been torn into two separate pieces I’d be feeling Rob’s heart under my fingertips.

“Geez, Rob. Am I that scary?” I stroke his hair again, his fingers now grazing my knuckles.

“Yeah, terrifying.” 

“Just tell me. What is it?”

“I love you.”

The whole room falls apart. My whole body feels like it’s been ripped into two then sewn back together. His eyes close again but he peeks a little with his left one just to gauge my reaction. I’ve stopped moving. My brain isn’t working. 

“Christ. Really?” I whisper.

“Yes. I think of you every time I buy pizza, every time it’s Halloween, every time I’m drinking from a glass. Everywhere I go, you’re there. Whenever we went for coffee, I’d feel empty when you left. It just—even when you told me about this date. I was jealous at first. I want to take you on dates and fall in love with you even more.”

He sits up. He grabs onto both of my cheeks.

“I love you too,” I say before pulling him into a kiss.

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[mcrcki]

** CLOSED **

i scream, you scream, we all scream for the corn. it's my favorite time of year : the halloween event !! it's gonna be hell, but we're all here together. if you're scared in the maze, we can hold hands or something, but you're gonna have to like this for plots !! or reply for starters , since this is a combination plotting call and starter call! the cap is three starters per writer, so i can get through everyone, and you HAVE TO SPECIFY or i'll literally ignore you i'm so sorry but i will! below you'll get a vibe check for all my babes of how they're feeling in the corn, if they were going in willingly or dragged, as well as potential plots! ** in the meantime about pre event prep : i will be going through and dropping so many threads unless they are plot relevant. if i drop something that you wanted to keep, let me know, but otherwise we can pick things back up in the corn!

branwen || acotar ( 3 / 5 )

she/her pronouns - willingly, thought it'd be fun really, but immediately freaking out and having a bad time. she tried to fly out instantly, but couldn't and somehow that has only made it worse. doesn't know how to fight, and will be hiding in the corn potential plots ➛ open for death and maiming, the person she went into the maze with, someone to help her calm down, someone who can keep her safe, friends :)))

starters : rhysand, amren, emily fields

daniela dimitrescu || resident evil : village ( 1 / 5 )

she/they pronouns - willingly, every time something wild happens in the city, dani is there. they absolutely love this shit and will become a horror of the maze. come have fun with them and enjoy the scary shit. or get fucked up by her idk, your call :)) potential plots ➛ open for death and maiming, as well as murdering, who she went into the maze with, other villains, people she can torment, someone to get her to Chill Out

starters : felicia hardy

elain archeron || acotar ( 2 / 5 )

she/her pronouns - dragged in via magic, there was no way anyone was going to talk her into going in there. she has a bad feeling about that place, and honestly i wanna play with elain's seer abilities so i think she's starting to see things again and will not!! be going in there!! until the magic drags her in potential plots ➛ open for death and maiming , someone to find her freaking out, someone she has a vision about, a group of people that she can stick with to stay safe, maybe someone she saves

starters : eloise bridgerton, princess tiana

kaya dura || star wars ( 2 / 5 )

they/she pronouns - willingly, thought it'd be fun to take their mind off things, now they wish they were unaware again nvm. would actually like to leave very quickly, this is bad and they are still just getting used to their memories again. will be full on jedi knight vibes though, putting themselves in harms way to keep others safe etc etc potential plots ➛ open for death and maiming , whoever they went into the maze with, people they can keep safe, someone to help them because i know they're gonna get their ass kicked

starters : kasil monsula, heather chandler

leia organa || star wars ( 5 / 5 )

she/her pronouns - dragged in, WHY TF COULDN'T THIS HAPPEN WHILE SHEEV WAS IN CHARGE WHY DOES THIS ALWAYS HAPPEN WHEN SHE'S BACK IN CHARGE there was no way leia was going into that maze, not at all, not until the magic fully dragged her in there and now she's stuck and would very much like to leave. she's not good being ?? captured. but will do her best to keep her family and the citizens she comes across safe. nervous about using the force at all since Everything™ but she's trying potential plots ➛ someone who was there when she got dragged into the maze, people she can save

starters : mags flannagan, patia por'co, han solo, angelica schyler, breha organa

louise vance || harry potter ( 2 / 5 )

she/they pronouns - willingly, LITERALLY RAN IN THERE THOUGHT ItD BE FUN. *narrator voice* "it was not fun". starting to wonder if you actually need magic to survive this city, how is it more dangerous than back home?? will be doing whatever they can to find their siblings and making a run for it even if it's useless. potential plots ➛ open for death and maiming, whoever they went into the maze with, someone to find them trying to fight off a monster with a pocket knife, friends to make the best of this shitty situation

starters : emmeline vance, jin ling

marlene mckinnon || harry potter ( 5 / 5 )

she/they pronouns - willingly, went in to "check it out" thinks she can keep ppl safe from inside, say it with me : delulu. truly out here thinking they can just fight their way through all of this and they sure as fuck cannot. please someone come watch her get humbled potential plots ➛ open for death and maiming, whoever they went into the maze with, people they can keep safe, someone who can help her when she gets in over her head

starters : stitch, fliss mckinnon, james potter, lily evans, dorcas meadowes

morrigan || acotar ( 2 / 5 )

she/her pronouns - dragged in, saw her other friends were in there and like hell was she letting any of them go in alone. will be trying to stick close to all of them, main focus is finding the inner circle cause if someone gets hurt and she can't help, she'll flip. this place sucks pls why cant she winnow out, please someone give her a shot she needs it potential plots ➛ open for death and maiming, someone who was there when she got dragged in, people also wanting to get drunk in the maze, people who need help

starters : laudna, tamlin

omega || star wars ( 4 / 5 )

she/they pronouns - willingly, RAN IN THERE, she loves halloween pls this looked fun and now it's hell and where the fuck is their bow. they really just thought it'd be fun and they could have a little haunted maze fun and now they're pretty sure they're gonna die in here. potential plots ➛ open for death and maiming, whoever they went DRAGGED into the maze, who wants to fight gritty with them

starters : jill roberts, freddie fecilier, hunter, mouse honrada

pj halliwell || charmed '98 ( 3 / 5 )

she/they pronouns - willingly, but will tell you they were dragged in, went to have some spooky fun and now they're saving the innocent !!! isnt that just the way!! potential plots ➛ open for death and maiming, if you need help she's your gal, someone they dragged into this

starters : tamora mitchell, melinda halliwell, childe

rosemary winters || resident evil : village ( 2 / 5 )

she/they pronouns - dragged in, you couldn't catch rose in that maze for a million bucks, that had BAD VIBES and now they're stuck!!!!!!!!! will be FREAKING out , seriously they were okay , they didn't want to be here and now they have to use their powers again when all they want is to be Normal potential plots ➛ open for death and maiming , someone they can use their powers to help (or harm by accident), whoever dragged them in, someone to join her in being A Coward for a little bit

starters : mia winters, evie winters

rowena ravenclaw || harry potter ( 4 / 5 )

she/her pronouns - dragged in, tbh she thinks she'd be able to solve the maze too easily so she didn't think it'd be any fun to actually go in and make the builders feel bad. but now that she's in here she's so intrigued by the magic she isn't even scared she just wants to study it. like a nerd. potential plots ➛ open for death and maiming, whoever dragged her in, people she can talk to about being so interested in this place, or someone she can talk out of being scared

starters : hunter, slyvie slytherin, salazar slytherin, calleigh duquesne

sella palpatine || star wars ( 3 / 5 )

she/her pronouns - willingly, PLEASE ONE NORMAL DATE JUST ONE, she thought it'd be a cute fall date, take some cute instagram pictures with allana, kiss in the corn a little and just have a cute moment BUT NOOOOOOOOOO potential plots ➛ open for death and maiming, people she can be a coward with, someone to help her figure out how to shoot a gun lmao, someone who will let her hide behind them

starters : sion val palpatine, allana solo, soren palpatine

sophie hatter || howl's moving castle ( 3 / 5 )

she/they pronouns - dragged in, this sucks, they hate it, they want to go home why did they let themselves get talked into going into this!!!! they just immediately got lost and now are stuck here!!!!! their sense of direction is AWFUL and now they're paying for it. pls help potential plots ➛ open for death and maiming, people who are also lost, someone who has a way better sense of direction than her, someone they can help with reassuring mom vibes

starters : james norrington, gu zi, qi rong

tatum riley || scream '96 ( 3 / 5 )

she/her pronouns - dragged in, no way in hell you could have gotten her into that maze without bribery. and will be spending the whole time going "i told you so" to this whole place being scary and spooky as hell potential plots ➛ whoever dragged her into this, people she can yell at, other people who are not trusting of any of this, someone who wants to fight monsters with her

starters : sam carpenter, billy loomis, dewey riley

vesta starkos || star wars ( 3 / 5 )

she/her pronouns - willingly, this seemed fun and now that it's scary??? THATS EVEN BETTER. will be a menace to everyone they bump into. will try to fight every monster, genuinely just having a great time like the menace of a child they are. potential plots ➛ open for death and maiming, someone they can bully for being "scared" , people they can fight, anyone who wants to fight them etc

starters : kaiden monsula, qui gon jinn, gabriel

victoria sutherland || twilight ( 3 / 5 )

she/her pronouns - willingly, mainly went in bc it's easy to grab a bite in these kinds of places. hide a body in the corn, who's gonna know. now is just bored, she doesn't really want to get into any big fights and will mainly be avoiding the monsters by just being a monster herself potential plots ➛ open to murder or maim, people who make this seem more fun for her

starters : bree tanner, laurent da revin, anne sutherland

violet sorrengail || fourth wing ( 4 / 5 )

she/her pronouns - willingly, okay she made a bad call going into this place!!! she thought it'd be chill and fun and now it's ABSOLUTELY ANYTHING BUT but it's fine, we're fine, they've trained for this????? it'll be fine. potential plots ➛ open for death and maiming, someone she can help, people she can freak out with before finding an actual solution

starters : ki yuri, nami, xaden riorson, jeon pildo

#hw: starter call #hw: plot call #long post tw #this once again has no fucking need to be this long #but i love having all my information in one place cause i can be Organized #if you actually read all of this ily

[m4ndysk4nkovich]

my thoughts on sandy milkovich:

(buckle up because i have a lot to say, as always)

so, for starters, one thing that i’m not incredibly fond of is how her character isn’t really original. like, it is, but it isn’t. her name is sandy, for christ’s sake- which is literally one letter away from mandy, also not to mention the fact that she was practically raised as mickey’s sister. and in many way’s she’s like a female version of mickey, i’ll explain why:

obviously one way she’s like mickey is that she dated a gallagher, but i think that the way she acts in the relationship is very much like how mickey acts in gallavich. well…acted. more seasons 1-5 gallavich.

she’s a bit less… idk, fearful than mickey was? i mean, it’s understandable why mickey was so fearful- have you seen terry? did you watch 3x666? or 4x11? i would’ve been fearful if i were him, too. we don’t know much about how sandy was raised, but she probably wasn’t raised well. again, she seemingly was raised as mickey’s sister rather than his cousin (he does have a brother who is also his cousin, to be fair, but that’s not what i mean) but sandy’s parents may not have been as threatening or terrifying as terry was. terry does seem to be the most well-known milkovich. everybody knows terry. maybe sandy’s parents were homophobic in a way where they looked down on queer people, but didn’t literally murder them. you can see how much more open she is with the whole “he’s gay, terry. i’m gay. people are gay.”

but sandy can be mean. and so can mickey. i love them both to death but sandy’s fight with debbie in season 11 really reminded me of gallavich in seasons 2/3. specifically “you’re nothing but a warm mouth to me” and “you love me; and you’re gay” she wins the fight by using something to hurt debbie, and it works.

and what was the fight all about? sandy leaving her husband, who she was with as a teenager but felt no love for him whatsoever, and also leaving her kid. sound familiar? ian never held yevgeny and svetlana against mickey, but it’s similar.

and when they break up on the front porch all i, and many other gallavich fans, could think of was “5x12!!!!”

also she was a drug dealer and in juvie and it was implied that she was in prison. this isn’t exclusive to mickey, the only milkovich i can think of (other than yevgeny) who hasn’t been incarcerated is mandy, but we don’t know for sure that she hasn’t been to juvie before. she’s certainly done things that could land her in prison for a very long time.

and i feel like with the same amount of time and development sandy can be as great as her cousin is, because mickey changed A LOT over the seasons which made him even more lovable.

but sandy’s ending was pathetic and i hate the writers for it. it was unnecessary and damaged debbie’s character when she didn’t need it because sandy left literally 4 EPISODES BEFORE THE SERIES FINALE. the only thing that sandy leaving added was the evidence that debbie would stick with franny no matter what, but fuck that, it was too late in the show for most people (not me ofc) to give a shit about that. people overlooked that a lot.

i feel like sandy helped out debbie’s character a lot, while simultaneously fucking her up even more. but i loved sandy for most of her run on the show, i just wish that they had done more- or less. idk. they made her character more complicated than she needed to be, and it’s hard to put my feelings about her into words because they didn’t give us enough to work on.

i think that her relationship with royal was bad, and i think that he was probably a creep who impregnated her, and i bet that he knew she was a lesbian after they got married and things probably got messy. the way that royal described sandy’s choices to prince was good, though. i respected that.

anyway, if they kept making shameless seasons (which they wont) i would love a sandy redemption. possibly like the returns of mickey, jimmysteve, or kelly.

im not reading this over before i post it so if it doesn’t make sense then oh well

#shameless #sandy milkovich #debbie gallagher #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher #gallavich #female gallavich #royal shameless #prince shameless #shameless us #sandy was good but she left too soon #they were just starting to develop her then they fucked it up and wrote her off #it’s sad tbh

[ellseasp]

Hey! Random question ik but like i just saw you make a post abt u being high and as a non smoker myself i just kinda wanted to know ppls expiriences with being high. Sorry, its random i just think they are always funny af. Ofc u dont have to if u don't want to ♡

THC - is what makes you feel high and giggly

CBD - is what makes you go night night

There is THC and CBD is all weed but some has more THC than CBD and others have more CBD than THC

Depends on the type of weed and just drugs on general- unfortunately where I am weed is VERY illegal so you get what you get 😭

Like, if I smoke indica which has more CBD than THC I go night night. I tend to smoke stuff with more THC during the day (on my days off, I'm not even working at the moment but whatever) usually so I can write or just enjoy being high playing video games, playing bass or guitar, and listening to music. Idk I've had some pretty bad experiences on weed like fully "greening-out" (basically blacking out but on weed) and getting so high it feels like my chest is getting ripped open, somewhat in a good way but usually I just freak myself out but I've definitely had some good experiences on it, like half the shit I've written I've been stoned and or high -

I've also done a fair bit of LSD in my lifetime, the first time I did it was absolutely terrifying and the worst trip I've ever had.

I've also done ket, don't recommend at all it's more of a downer than a upper and it's just not that fun lmao- for starters you get horny af on it but you can't feel anything, like it's a fucking tranquilizer so it makes it hard to breathe and move/I've had a few experiences with friends and myself where we almost had to call an ambulance because of how much it fucks with your breathing - but gives you one of the best afterglows out there.

I've also done MDMA or Molly, probably the best high I've ever had, made me love everybody- MDMA makes it impossible for any negative emotions to get in because of how much serotonin it releases, so your mom could walk in tell you that she hates you and wishes you were dead and you'd still be happy- crazy shit dude, MDMA gives you the fattest hangover ever btw, first time I did Molly I had a come down for 3-4 days, everything hurt- I was scared of my own reflection, my hand kept morphing, my eyes looked weird, I had dilated pupils, EVERYONE thought I was still high, i just don't recommone molly like whaat you get from it isn't enough for it to be worth it- you get super depressed after and you wanna kill urself :/ . @abbysmiddlefinger was a victim of me saying how much I loved them and me on MD in general

I've also done Amphetamines, for the love of god do not do speed, I did speed like the day after I did Molly for the first time and oh my fuck was the come down from both absolutely terrible- if anything touched my body in any way it would send pain shocks all down my spine and shit and my head OMG MY HEAD IT WAS TERRIBLE! I hadn't gone outside since the come down (so for two weeks I was in my room/house) and I had to go to therapy and I almost punched my therapist because speed makes you angy as FUCKKKK.

(I'm an innocent soul istg)

Just don't do drugs in general , it's wayyy to easy to get laced or take something that isn't what you think it is nowadays or just buy off a trust worthy friend or be a fucking idiot and make it yourself. Fun fact: MDMA is such a bitch to make most people just put crack, rat poison or speed in it.

#ellie williams

[chisupamoved]

#negitive cw #got hit with feel awful once again #idk if it's that time soon or i just feel like it #idk #i also want to reach out to people etc; but i'm finding it more and more harder these days #i think im gonna just try and do my ask's drafts that i have so at least i can be happy for when zelda comes #lmao that's the only thing keeping me going atm is that i get to play zelda #i just idk i feel like shit as the open starters i put thought into don't get replies #but my half assed ones that are like one line do #and it's like??? #sorry im whining i just idk #likE i said it's probably bc my magical time is soon and that really drags my mind in the dirt i swear #anyway if ur reading this then i love you kisses @ you #and know we should deffo do something sometime #note 90% of the time unprompted asks i normally get around to answering first #just bc idk my mind favours them #anyway kisses really

[hebescus]

dunno if you still still take fic requests but if you do, pls write a fic with light and L having an intense contest over wordle. love your work and your blog btw :))

Hi!! Nope I don't really open fic recs but I'll do them if I can, and this one looks fun to do. Sorry it takes a while! Idk if this 100% fits the prompt but I tried 😅

AU where everything is fine, the year is 2022 (I imagine them being middle aged during this time..with their canon ages, but honestly it's up to you, I don't specify), the two lives together with a cat, and L has a secret social media account. Doesn't not stop them from being competitive as ever. I put this in my short fic collection on AO3.

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Mornings had been fine. Light wakes up quite early, takes a shower and dresses up, has his breakfast and coffee in the kitchen with a furry ball of a scrunkly black cat that resembles another occupant of the house rubbing his body on Light's legs, then he's ready for work. Of course he's not alone, he has a human sized scrunkly black haired creature perching on the opposite side of the bed and counter in each of those mornings. It's Light's favorite time of the day and he knows it's L's too. Two morning people basking in each other's presence, their plates illuminated by the golden sun from the window, a peaceful wispy air to prepare themself for whatever day that might come…

Yeah, all peaceful and shit before L discovered Wordle — "Light-kun, Mello and Matt are currently fussing about this Wordle thing on Twitter. I wonder what that is." — and thought it was a good idea for them to try it. And make it a competition. Because of course they do. They're Light and L, but like—

"What do you start with?" Light tends to be more curious on L's starter than the other way around. They're not the 'ADIEU' or 'IRATE' users, duh, that's for losers and cowards, they're better than that. Usually they just use a convenient word that pops in their enormous brains, sometimes things from the surrounding at the moment. But the other day, the little shit won first try with the word 'MOIST' resulting in a very heated silent treatment — over the years, the sulking habit got a little bit infectious — from Light for the rest of the day.

Oh and that one time Light wrote his own name and resulted in the same accomplishment. His partner cursed him as "narcissistic asshole" (hypocrite) and talked shit about him to the cat with a cooing baby voice everytime Light was within earshot.

Luckily, their competition only consists of who is faster so far. It would be embarrassing, a shameful mistake, a cruel stab of pride for them out of all people to lose even one Wordle strike. What do you mean New York Times is better, smarter than them? No way.

"Scone."

"Oh really?" Light rolled his eyes.

"You?"

"Cases."

"Boring."

"Shut up. What does it matter anyway?"

Light squints at the yellow 'E', and carefully ponders before he writes down a new word. Still a yellow 'E', but at least there's another yellow 'R'. He can feel the piercing glance of L's as his lips pulled into a tiny smile. He hasn't got it yet.

He got an 'E' for his first guess but I don't know if it's green. He still has the chances of guessing the letter 'O' and 'N' which I didn't have earlier but it seems like he doesn't get anything yet in the second row. Should I try using the letters he used? No, knowing him he would probably get at least something but I can't quite see it in his face. I have one vowel left to use, too. I should be careful. But the letter 'N' is not impossible….no. Let's try this first. He typed in a word.

Fuck. Nothing.

For the first time since the day they started playing the game, Light feels stupid. Well- not stupid, Light Yagami is never stupid. There's just a fear of defeat as his gaze ghost on the determined expression of L's. Think fast, Yagami. You can't lose against L and this stupid game. Even though L looks ten times more attractive when with deep focus on his face, thumb toying with his lip— fuck. Okay. No. Stop!

By the time they type in the first letter of the fourth row, the coffee is almost gone cold at this point, and the cat is only a few steps away from snatching the half eaten scones in L's plate. His partner's eyebrows — or the place where there should be eyebrows — furrowed, and Light himself is mumbling as he cards through his inner dictionary.

"How's it going, Light-kun?"

"Good."

"Are you?"

"Are you?"

Light's head tilts up when he gets a green 'V'. A word snapped into his head all of the sudden. He waits until L writes down his own word, hiding a grin when he sees that familiar sulky look accompanied by a flash of shock. That's it.

'NERVE'

This is it, for the first time L lost, and Light wins- Light's grin falls the moment the letters reveal themselves—

'VERVE'

"What…"

Heat spread across his cheeks as he read the answer. Deep breath, yagami, deep breath. It's just a Wordle, it's just a silly online game it's not a big deal, right? L—

That little shit.

"Ah. I thought about answering this one but also thought it didn't make sense…"

"It doesn't! There's two 'V's and two 'E's what is wrong with them?" Light bursts at last. Okay, well, at least they both lose their strike.

"I know right, that's unexpected."

"Yeah!"

"This is embarrassing."

"Should've been you who bought it instead of the New York Times. I fucking hate them," Light huffs, frowning as he circles the counter and cleans his dirty dishes on the sink.

"You didn't propose the idea earlier, now I want to see what I can do."

"I was kidding, god's sake."

"I know. Next time, you're hacking them."

"You know what I'm fucking tempted."

"Light-kun's been cursing like a hundred times and it's only seven in the morning."

"I'm pissed," Light says, wiping his hand on a napkin. "And I'm going to be late."

"Leaving now?"

"Yeah, I'll be having a bad day." Light moves away from the kitchen, still wearing a sour look as he fetches a bag from the living room.

"Goodbye," L says, mouth full of the unfinished scone that managed to survive from prying paws. Light enters the kitchen once more and plants a quick kiss on the other's messy hair, his face tickled by the strands. "Hope your coworkers don't know that their Yagami is losing on Wordle."

"I hope the world knows their greatest detective is losing on it too!" It's the last thing he says before the door is slammed shut.

Mornings…are not always fine.

#my lawlight writing skill is fading i'm sorry 😔✌ #death note #light yagami #l lawliet #lawlight #my fic #enjoy anon #whoa someone talk to me #i know they're smarter than this and i don't show the words they put in but HEY #that's because I. the writer. is fucking bad at wordle! #i cant even manage myself how am i suppose to make smart people doing it?

[jeyramarie]

Mr. & Mrs. Holland- (Mob! Tom Holland x Mob! Reader) part 1

summary: most powerful couple in the country but it’s not Tom you should be fearing.

w/c: 3,033

warning: fluff, kissing, angst? idk, y/n being a badass (yes... that should be a warning)

a/n: the prologue got the greatest feedback, thank you to everyone who read it. i’m so so thankful. since it did so good, here’s part 1!! happy reading everyone 🦋

The sun shined through the curtains, warming up the naked bodies that were tangled in the satin sheets. Tom’s eyes fluttered open, immediately turning his bed to see his wife laying on his chest. He smiled and pushed back a piece of hair that was hanging in front of her face. Waking up next to Y/n was his favorite feeling because to him, she was the most beautiful person he had ever seen in his life. He moved a bit to get out of bed making her stir. Her eyes opened softly to look at him and smile. 

“Morning, love.” he said softly leaning in and giving her a peck. 

“Good morning, honey.” she chuckled and bit her lip while smiling widely. Tom stood up from the bed, his butt bare making Y/n giggle. He turned around with a questionable look while she layed back down on her pillow. 

“You have a nice butt.” she giggled making him roll his eyes and make his way towards their walk in closet. 

“Where are you going?” she groaned, sitting up in bed with her back against the headboard. 

“I have a meeting with the boys. Haz told me some things have been going missing on the ports.” 

“What things?” she asked with furrowed eyebrows. 

“That supply we were gonna send to Columbia last week.” He walked out butting up his shirt, then moving to his sleeves rolling them up. 

“But… Tom, that was the biggest supply this month.. we were gonna get a fortune.” Y/n said sitting up straighter. 

“Love, I know that. That’s why I need to find out what’s going on and who did this. I’m gonna be with the boys most of the day. I’ll see later.” Tom leaned down, gave his wife a long kiss and stepped out of the bedroom without uttering another word. Y/n started thinking about a possible plan that would help her husband and the whole company. She quickly got out of bed and went into the shower where her thoughts sort of became clearer. With a towel wrapped around her body she walked into her side of the closet. 

“What the hell am i gonna wear?” she asked herself with her arms crossed over her chest. She scanned her color coded closet and finally chose a short black Prada dress. It was tight around her curves and it had a small slight on the side to show part of her thigh. Y/n put her hair up to show off her collarbone and the diamond earrings Tom had just bought her. She put on her favorite pair of heels and made her way towards the meeting room. Her heels clacked on the marble floors as she strutted to the testosterone filled room. 

She pulled open the dark brown doors making every pair of eyes land on her. Of course, Y/n smirked and began to make her way to her husband, who was sitting at the end of the table with a whiskey in hand and his fingers rubbing his chin deep in thought. When she was half way there, she turned to the bartender. 

“Martin? I'll have my usual.” 

“Dry martini with two olives. Got it, boss.” he nodded and turned to start off her drink while she smiled, turning back to look at Tom. Finally, she stood next to him, making him look up at her. Tom looked back down and stared slowly at her thighs, her hips, the day the dress got extra tight at her waist, her breast that were shaped perfectly to him, her collarbone that he desired to kiss and bite at that very moment and last, but certainly not the least, her beautiful face that made him melt every single time he looked at it. 

“Darling, what are you doing here?” He asked, smirking at his wife who was smiling widely. 

“I thought I could give you some ideas, help you out a bit. What do you guys have so far? That’s if you do want my help, of course.” she said as she crossed her arms quickly looking to her right to see Martin with her drink in hand. 

“Thanks, Martin.” she muttered and took a sip while looking back at Tom. 

“I would love to hear what you have in mind. You know I always need your help, darling.” he smiled putting his hand on her thigh and moving it up and down making Y/n get goose bumps all over her body. 

“I need to know what you guys have first.” she smirked and drank another sip from her strong beverage. Tom looked at her and chuckled, sitting straight. 

“Okay, boys… let’s tell Mrs. Holland what we have, now.” he said, strongly making Y/n feel an undeniable tingly feeling on her covered core. The next 30 minutes were spent discussing the problems and the suspects. Of course, Harrison believed it was someone from the inside spilling out details on the supply’s destination. The only thing they seem to have left is a good hideout place to keep look out. Harrison brought over some files of properties close by to Y/n. She put her glass down and sat on the armrest of Tom’s chair making him put his hand on her hip. 

“You’re planning on buying this?” she asked with a questionable look with her head turned to her husband. 

“Yes, why? Do you not like it?” 

“Is not that i don’t like it.. is that…. they’ll find you before you move in. You have to be somewhere that no one's gonna expect you to be in.” Y/n said while looking at the different properties in front of her. She took the last sip from her martini and stood up, still looking at the papers. She walked around the table in silence, every single man following her with their eyes. 

“I hate this. This… this is… what the fuck are you thinking?” she exclaimed turning around to look at Tom who was looking at her with a straight face, waiting for her to explain herself. 

“You wanna spy on someone who’s probably stealing your shit and you wanna buy a 3 million dollar mansion to do it?” she scoffed and shook her head in disbelief as her husband stood up from his chair and slowly started walking towards Y/n. 

“You have to get a place that no one’s gonna expect. Get an abandoned apartment or something. Somewhere dirty and ugly.” Tom finally stood in front of her and grabbed her waist, pulling her towards him. 

“I love the way you think, darling. I like your idea.” he whispered and leaned in to give her a peck. 

“Of course you do, it’s the right one.” she said smiling which caused him to chuckle. 

“We’ll go with that. Harrison, get everything ready.” 

“If you want something done right, let a woman do it.” she said and grabbed his face to give him a quick kiss. She pulled away and started walking towards the door. 

“I have to go, check on my employees. I’ll call you later, honey.” and with that she left the room leaving every man speechless. Y/n walked to the living room where her driver was playing cards with the maids of the house. 

“Dylan, bring the car around.” 

“Yes, ma’am.” she quickly turned around and walked back to her room to get her purse and of course, her small golden gun. She walked outside towards the car where Dylan was holding the door open. 

“Where to, ma’am?” he asked before Y/n got into the car.

“You know that apartment building close to Le Royal?” 

“Yes.” 

“I need to go there, William is waiting for me.” the man nodded and she got into the car. The ride was silent but she was mostly talking to herself in her head. Thinking of what to say and what to do when she got there. The car came to a stop making her jolt out of her trance. The door opened showing Dylan with a small smile. 

“We’re here, ma’am.” he extended his hand to help Y/n out of the car. 

“Thanks, Dylan. Stay close, please.” 

“Sure thing, ma’am. Good luck in there.” he said, closing the car door. 

“Thank you.” she smiled putting on her Dior sunglasses and walking towards the door.  Y/n walked inside and got to the elevator, going to the last floor. When the doors opened her right hand man, William was waiting for her with a bloody fist. 

“Thanks for the help, William.” 

“Anytime, ma’am.” he nodded and she made her way to the long hallway that led to a wooden door. She opened the door and was met with a man tied to a chair and another chair in front of him. 

“I’m so sorry for the delay but i’m sure my right hand man kept you company. He’s a great conversation starter. I'm sure you guys had fun.” Y/n smiled sitting down on the chair and crossing her legs. The man lifted his head with his sweaty hair falling on his face and the blood coming from his lip, dripping down his chin. 

“Yeah, fun.” 

“Do you know who i am, John?” 

“Yeah.” he scoffed. 

“Okay, do you know what i’m gonna do to you?” the room filled with silence and Y/n chuckled at his nervousness. 

“Of course you don’t. I’ll tell you anyway though.” she said, uncrossing her legs and standing up. Finally in front of the man, she placed her hands on the armrest of the chair leaning in front of him. 

“You mess with my husband, you mess with me and our company. You're not gonna get out of this so easily.” she whispered in a low serious voice making the man’s breath shaky. 

“I’m gonna bash your skull with a metal bat until it has a hole in it. You got that?” the man stayed quiet, scared for his life. Y/n stood back up and smiled. 

“I’ll see you later, Johnny.” she said as she walked out of the room leaving the man screaming out her name over and over again. She walked down the familiar hallway again, getting into the elevator with William. 

“Let’s go, Will.” the elevator door closed, it started moving and then it opened at the 1st floor. Y/n walked out first and then William behind, Dylan was already holding the door open which caused her to smile. 

“Thank you, boys.” she said as she climbed into the back seat. When the door closed her phone ran, it was Tom. 

“Hey, baby.” 

“Hello, love. How’s everything going?” 

“Everything went smoothly. How bout you? Is the plan in motion?” 

“It is. Everything is being handled as we speak.” 

“Great! I have to meet up with some business partners I wanna negotiate with so i’ll get you when i get out okay?” 

“Alright, love. We’ll talk later. I love you.” 

“I love you too, honey.” she smiled and then hung up as the car came to a stop in front of Le Royal. It was a very famous hotel that had it’s very own casino with the same name. Dylan helped her out of the car and she made her way to the entrance with William right behind her. Her heels clacked on the marble floors of the hotel lobby. Everyone stared at her in awe, only people in the business knew who she really was and what she did. They walked to the casino side of the lobby and went up a long glass staircase. It led them to big white doors that led to a small waiting room with the secretary typing quickly on her computer. Y/n walked towards her and stood in front of the counter, making the woman look up from her device. 

“May i help you?” she asked in a bitchy tone which made Y/n go serious and angry. 

“Yes, I have a meeting with Mr. Matthews.” she said coldly, giving the woman a killing look. 

“Go ahead.” 

“Thanks.” she spit out, turning and walking towards the office. Once at the door, she knocked and waited for the man to give her mention to enter. 

“Come in!” screamed the man from inside alerting William to open to the door and letting Y/N walk in first. 

“Y/n Holland, welcome! It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” the man smiled as he shook her hand and introduced himself to William after. 

“It’s nice to meet you, Adam. Thank you so much for agreeing to speak with me. I’ve heard nothing but good things about your business.” she said as she sat down in front of his desk and crossed her legs. 

“Same goes to you. You and your husband have left a really big impression on all of us.” 

“Oh, well thank you.” she chuckled as he leaned on his elbows on his desk. 

“So, what kind of business are we talking about?” 

“Oh well. I came here to offer you a deal.” 

“What kind of deal exactly?” he asked leaning back on his chair and crossing his legs. 

“I wanna buy the hotel.” she said seriously, making him laugh dryly and shake his head. 

“I’m not selling, Y/n.” 

“You didn’t let me finish.” he stopped laughing and moved his hand signaling her to continue. 

“I wanna buy so you can be in charge of everything while I'm gone. You’d report back to me or Tom. You’d get 25% of all income.” the room fell silent, Adam kept thinking about every single scenario of what would happen if he accepted. 

“What would I be doing, Y/n?” 

“We wanna use the casino for every exchange and to sell our little things that everyone seems to love. I assure you, Adam, you’re gonna get triple the clientele if they know what you’re gonna have.” he looked at her and scratched his eyebrow, standing up without another word. He made his way towards the glass windows, looking at the city below. Y/n played with her fingers, feeling nervous that maybe he didn’t want to go through with the deal. Even William knew she was nervous. After a few seconds, Adam turned around with his hands in his pockets, looked up and smiled. 

“You have yourself a deal Mrs. Holland.” he said, extending his hand for her to shake. She stood up quickly and grabbed it, shaking it. 

“Thank you so much, Adam. You won’t regret this.” 

“It was a pleasure doing business with you, Y/n. Call me anytime to schedule the first special casino night.” he said putting his other hand over hers. 

“Of course. I’ll call you tonight with my husband to schedule everything. Have a nice day, Mr. Matthews.” she smiled taking her hands out of his grasp and walking towards the door that William opened for her to walk out. They made their way downstairs to the lobby when Y/n came to an immediate stop. 

“Is everything alright, ma’am?” William asked, standing in front of her. 

“I don’t know if you know but I kind of have a sixth sense, Will. I don’t trust that man.” she said rummaging through her purse. 

“What are you gonna do?” 

“I need you to go to the main office of this building and plug this in into one of the computers.” Y/n whispered holding up a small pendrive. 

“While you’re doing that i’ll be having a couple drinks at the bar, just looking around. Checking what I have to work with.” she said looking around. 

“I can’t do that, ma’am. Mr. Holland gave me direct orders to not leave your side.” 

“Well he’s not here right now, William. I won’t rat you out okay? But please, get me that information.” she said turning to him while taking off her glasses and giving him pleading eyes. He sighed and nodded making Y/n squeal. 

“Thank you, thank you. I’ll be in the bar, find me when you’re done okay?” 

“Alright.” he said and turned walking towards the back doors of the lobby. 

30 minutes went by when William finally walked out. He turned the corner and saw his boss drinking her martini while looking at the ceiling, the walls, the employees, the bar countertop and the alcohol bottle in front of her. Every detail was important for her, to think of different ways to work with that place. 

“Mrs. Holland.” William said breaking Y/n’s trance. She looked at him and smiled as he held up the pendrive she had given him.

“Is it there?” she asked, getting down from the bar stool. 

“Every last bit, ma’am.” he said, giving it to her. She chuckled and patted him on the chest. 

“Good job, Will. Let’s go home.” Y/n said and walked towards the exit of the hotel where Dylan was already waiting in the car. 

When they arrived at the mansion, Y/n walked straight to her bedroom where Tom was taking a shower. She took off her heels so he wouldn’t hear her walk in, unzipped her dress and tied her hair up, slowly making her way to the bathroom. The shower door was foggy but she could still see her husband’s silhouette. Y/n pushed it open and stepped in quickly. She placed her hand on his back making him jump and quickly turn around. 

“Sorry to scare you.” she whispered, making him sigh in relief. 

“It’s alright, darling.” he said as he grabbed her waist and pulled her towards him. They looked at each other’s eyes for a while until he leaned in and kissed her passionately. She pulled away and leaned her forehead against his. 

“Did you get it?” he whispered, making her smile.

“Yeah, all of it.” she whispered back knowing exactly what he was talking about. Tom chuckled and grabbed her face, pulling her into a long kiss. She wrapped her arms around her neck while he moved his to her waist. Suddenly, he grabbed her ass cheek, moving her against the wall. Both of them feeling content about they’re new multi million dollar deal.

taglist: @ilovefandoms102​ @themaddies-obx​ @guillerminacaba​ @teenwishes08​ @runawayolives

#tom hollnad #tom holland x reader #mob! tom holland x reader #mob!reader #mob!au #tom holland fluff #tom holland smut #tom holland angst #mob!tom #tom holland fic #mr. & mrs. holland #mob! tom holland x mob! reader

[liesoverthec]

the post hasn't surfaced yet so please use this ask to talk abt the objectification of the 911 men!!

Ahh May you’re too nice but also thank you, I’m gonna 😂💛

This got. CRAZY long bc I just had a million thoughts so I’m gonna stick it under a cut.

To be honest, I think the reason they do *any* sort of objectification at all is that middle aged and older viewers are used to being able to objectify actors to a certain extent. Lord knows it happens on literally every other single piece of media, and this is a mainstream broadcast show, not an indie series or the likes, so I think they have to cater to those people as well as us, and the WAY they do it is so interesting to me bc even when they’re doing it, they use it as a way to drive home other, deeper messages.

For starters, I feel like the show OG was trying to be in the pilot and the first few episodes would have objectified the men WAY more than we see now if there hadn’t been that shift in tone - the sex addict plot could have been SO much more extended and given us a lot more opportunities to see Buck shirtless and to objectify him and his body. So I find it SO interesting that around the same time as Bobby opening up about his family and his past, we also stop w/ Buck being blatantly shirtless all the time. Narratively, it signals to me the point where the writers moved away from the the typical tv show that will treat their actors like meat, and moved more into a “female gaze” show. And then what’s really interesting to me, is that for Buck, after that, when he has sex w Taylor Kelly in s2, both times we NEVER see him undressed. The second time they don’t get very far, but he’s wearing a buttonable shirt. He absolutely could have been wearing that shirt closed, and she could have opened it, and he could have been wearing nothing underneath it, and we would have seen his chest again in a sexy scenario - but they didn’t. In fact they made the DELIBERATE choice to give him an undershirt. And of course with the first time they cut away and just left us w the understanding that sex was happening, yet again taking away an opportunity to show O.S. at least partially undressed. Which is SO different from how s1 goes about it, where we actually see Buck w his shirt open and his underwear exposed MULTIPLE times. So it’s so incredibly interesting to me that while none of the (main/regular) women’s stories are ever about sex like Buck’s is, I also think it’s REALLY interesting that the objectification of the men was, and could have been, much worse and that they didn’t have to move away from that, but they did.

But then secondly! The very last time we get into a plot that revolves around the men’s bodies specifically is in 2x01, which is SUCH an interesting plot. Surface level - it’s just about the men competing about who’s more attractive, and we get lots of muscle flexing and hot manliness to go along with it. And it is, at a surface level, incredibly shallow. But simultaneously they use it to 1. Introduce the idea that Buck wasn’t a sex addict bc he was “dealing w the stress of the job” like s1 mostly implied. It was bc he’s desperate to feel useful and wanted by someone, and at that point he really wanted that acceptance within the firehouse, rather than from other people. (Bc lbr, Abby didn’t do shit for Buck. It was Bobby, opening up and accepting the family, and specifically Buck, that gave him the connection he’d been seeking through sex.) And then 2. They also use it as an opportunity to SPECIFICALLY, IN CANON, say that it’s what you do that makes you attractive, and that makes you a hero, not how you look. Which is just!!! A crazy message!!! Especially considering they follow through on it, particularly in the areas where the women are concerned!

And in regards to 2x01, it’s soooooo fucking interesting to me that the ONLY time we really truly see Eddie shirtless, he’s actually putting clothes ON. They literally do the opposite trope of 'giving the hot male an excuse to take his shirt off'. And sure, they make it a sexy moment, but there's absolutely interesting commentary there about him actively covering himself up at the moment he is most sexualized, and it being taken as a sexy thing. Something about how you don't have to be naked to be attractive, it's about your intent in your actions, rather than your physical body. (Probably me reading too far into it, but again, they COULD have had him striping off his regular shirt, a good few seconds of him shirtless digging through a bag, and THEN the sexy slow mo pulling shirt on. At the very least, when they objectify him there, they make it MUCH shorter than they could have, which is SO DAMN INTERESTING to me).

But then finally, we still do have shirtless scenes! But the fact that it’s Chim who’s shirtless is just SO FASCINATING. Bc THE WAY THEY DO IT - they're never dunking Chim in a lake, or having something spilled on him, like other shows would do, to get his shirt clinging to him and him to whip it off in a spray of water or whatever. It's in scenes where it makes sense for him to be shirtless, and its NEVER treated like a big deal. It's just Chim, in his body, comfortably living his life. So I think the way they do it gives him more respect than other shows give their male characters, let alone their female characters 💀

And it's SO interesting to me that they use Chim (I mean, besides the fact that K.C. clearly has muscles for days and wow of course you'd use Chim). But I just think - on any other show, it would absolutely be Buck who we see casually shirtless. And that WAS almost this show, which is why we saw him shirtless at all. But failing that, it should have been Eddie. And then of course, after Eddie, it should be Bobby. I mean, plenty of other shows go for the 'sexy middle-aged white man' (cough cough LS) so Bobby would be the next logical step in the "who are we gonna make our hot man?" ladder, also - P.K. has BICEPS THAT COULD CRUSH ME so I would not blame them for making him the hot one.

But - like I said in my tags on my original post - I'm always thinking about Chim's story in 2x01 with the calendar, and feeling like he never gets to be the hero (WHICH I COULD GO ON AND ON ABOUT HOW BEING THE HERO IS EQUATED THERE TO BEING THE HOT ONE, SO LIKE, CHIM BEING SHIRTLESS, SUBTLE REINFORCEMENT OF HIM BEING A HERO!) I love that for him, being the truly hot one on the team. And then you throw in his story from 2x04, and feeling like his life wasn't going anywhere and seeing him now, comfortable in his body and his life and being happy??

I wish no one had to be objectified and shirtless but I know this is broadcast tv, and honestly, the choice for it to be Chim, with his story and his background, in itself is I think a choice that makes me happy.

Of course, the show is nowhere near perfect, and I’d argue that it’s one of the areas they fall shortest in. Buck sleeping w his therapist would never have happened for a woman on this show, and it CERTAINLY wouldn’t have been brushed off again as a joke like it was in s3. And it really bothered me in 4x07 when the lady slapped Eddie’s ass, esp since he was clearly uncomfortable with it. I’d actually really enjoy seeing them write a plot for one of the men that addresses them feeling oversexualized as firefighters, and how people seem to think they have permission since the men are all public employees, bc I think the show could do it really well, and I think it’s an area that hasn’t been addressed on other shows recently (plus lbr I know I’m biased but I think OG would do it better if it has been done…)

So idk. I don’t know if I have a solid conclusion here. The show does SUCH a good job with the women, and a solidly less good job with the men - but I also see some really interesting choices at work that I really respect.

Thanks for the opportunity May, sorry if there was no coherent thread to this. 😂🤷‍♀️

#911 fox #asked and answered #evan buckley #eddie diaz #chimney han #the one area re:the men I think they do super super well in #is the fact that none of them experience or act w any sort of toxic masculinity #we’ve seen all of them cry MULTIPLE times #and they’re comfortable being vulnerable w both men and women #and none of their personalities are built are ‘hello I am a MAN’ #which I really really like and enjoy

[valentinesunflower]

Why you always call me when your high?

summary: you exboyfriend!Haechan called you one night to ask you to save his ass like he always does.

warnings: no i can think of

word count: 1852

notes: i think it’s a little angst with a fluff at the end but idk :D and please don’t be harsh on my English, it’s not my first language:(

I opened my eyes and first thing I’ve done was looking at the window. It was still dark outside and it didn’t look like that would be changed in any second. The next thing I’ve done was noticing the hour on my alarm clock. 3 A.M. Who called me at 3 am? I took my phone from the nightstand, still with closed eyes which caused a glass breaking beside my bed.

“Fuck” I cursed and picked up the phone. ”Hello?” At first, no one answered I thought it was some kind of prank call. I opened my eyes and looked at the screen of my phone.

Haechan.

“What do you want? You called me so you should answer I can’t wait all night.” He still didn’t answer but I heard voices and music in the background, he was at the party as always.

“Can you pick me up?” His voice was muffled but I could hear him smile.

“It’s 3 am why are you calling me now?” I turned to my back and started to look at some dots on the ceiling that light from the street made.

“You know I was going to drive alone but I decided last minute to call you. It will be safer that way.” I sighted so now I know why he called me at this hour, to do shit he always wanted me to. Saving his ass.

“Of course asking your ex-girlfriend is always safer than driving on your own.” He laughed and then I heard screaming in the back. “I have a question.”

“Of course honey ask whatever you want.” I rolled my eyes.

“First of all stop calling me honey, I never liked that even when we were together. Why you always call me when you're high?” He laughed again.

“You know me too well-baby. Baby, I can call you that right? I remember really good, that you liked that.” I don’t see him but I knew he was smirking. He was waiting for a minute as I was going to interrupt him. ”So are you coming or I have to risk my life?” I changed the phone to speaker and muffled my scream to a pillow.

“Send me an address and I will be there in 30 minutes.” I threw away the sheets and turn on the lamp on the nightstand.

“I will be waiting. I love you.” I looked at the screen for a solid minute when he said his last words and ended the call.

Why my heart skipped a beat when he said that words? I don’t know. But I knew well that he is going to forget about them in the morning, like he always did.

I parked in front of some suburb house. The spring was starting to show, but there was still a little bit of snow on the front yard and some people were laying on it like it was a normal thing. A couple of them were standing on the porch smoking cigarettes or even weed and laughing at the stupidity of his friends. I sent a message to Haechan, that I’m waiting for him and then I looked at the front door.

The words he said to me still echoed in my head, he was not thinking straight, and maybe he confused me with someone else. We broke up half a year ago, at that time a lot of things could change, like he will be able to find himself a new girlfriend and maybe he thought he was talking with his new girl and not me, that’s why he said those three words. But it felt weird even hearing his voice again, we spent 5 years together, and then boom, one night and we are strangers to each other.

I jumped a little when the door suddenly opened, I don’t even know how long I was sitting there, but the inside of my car started to get cold. He sat on the passenger seat and closed the door, after fastening the seat belts he took my phone, set something on it, and put it in its place. I nodded my head and started driving away.

The silence in the car was uncomfortable but what I was going to ask him. ‘How are you? Oh, and you said you love me so I was going to ask were you serious or you were just playing like at the end of our relationship?’

“Your boyfriend must be mad that you, that some random guy took you out of bed at 3 am. At least I would be mad.” I huffed at him.

“I don’t have a boyfriend. But your girlfriend must be jealous that you call other girls at that hour to pick you up.” And you say to them that you love them.

“You know half a year is not a lot of time to find someone else. I mean I could him myself another girl, but why would I? I wanted to have some freedom from commitments.” I would lie if I would say his worlds didn’t hurt.

“You started this conversation, I’m just getting along.” Haechan sighed and folded his arms over his chest.

Our conversation stopped there, and the silence between us became more bearable. The drive to his dorms wasn’t long, I stopped on the parking in front of the entrance to the building. He started to search his pockets for keys I believe.

“Fuck” He mumbled under his nose. “I think I lost my keys at the party and Sungchan is at his girlfriend's house right now.” He looked at me and his pupils were almost the same size as his iris, but I would spend all night looking at them. When we were in high school I would spend a lot of our hangouts just looking at his eyes. They were almost hypnotizing. “Hey, you hear me?” I shocked my head to clean my head from thoughts.   “You can sleep at my place if you want to.” My mouth said that before my brain could process it and I didn’t know why I was saying that, but well there is no going back now.

“Since you asked so nicely” Haechan smirked and I rolled my eyes at him and drove us to my place.

I opened the door and let him go first. When I turned on the light the first thing Greenie did (my cat that I’ve got right after our break up) was starting to rub against Haechan’s leg, she didn’t like everyone, so that was a good and bad sign, because she probably will never see him again. He kneeled and scratched her behind her ear, she starter to purr. When I looked at him I really wanted it to be our every day, I wanted him to come to this house every day and rumble about his day or just talk with me about everything. I wanted to see him petting my cat and making our dinner like he used to when I was home alone. He would come to my house and cook for me because he knew I wasn’t going to do it myself.

“I’m hungry” He suddenly said.

“That’s not a surprise since you probably coming down from high now.” I crossed my arms and looked at him as he stood up.

“I didn’t do drugs if you said it just now.”

“Weed is still a drug if you want to know.” He opened his mouth like he was going to argue with me but closed it immediately.

I left him alone and went to the kitchen to do something for him. He might be my ex but I still kind of cared about him, so he is not going to starve on my watch. It was 5 am already and I didn’t think I will be able to fall asleep again so I made myself some coffee.

When I was in the middle of making a sandwich I felt Haechan's hands on my waist. Normally I probably wouldn’t allow him to put his hands on me, not after this time and not after I started to heal my heart from him. But now I kind of wanted it, I wanted to felt his hands on me again even more I wanted to feel his lips on me.

“Haechan can you not? You are high and probably a little bit drunk, you would regret it later.” I put a knife on the counter.

“But you are fully sober and I see you are not against the idea of what might happen” And it felt like he was reading my mind because he brushed my hair away and put light kisses on my neck.

“We broke up, Haechan.” I reminded him but my words didn’t stop him and I didn’t either.

“I know but that doesn’t mean we can’t sleep with each other, as friends.” That was enough I turned around and looked at him. At the end of our relationship, every day we spent together would look the same. He would come to my apartment kiss me and we will end up in bed. Then he would just leave without saying goodbye, like he was just using me.

“I see you didn’t changed at all and…” He interrupted me.

“Have you ever thought about us getting back together?” I opened my mouth but again I couldn’t say anything because he started to talk. “Because I did, I was thinking about you every day from the day you left my house till today and every day I was thinking, maybe I should call her but I wanted you to have a better future with someone else, because let’s say I’m not the boyfriend you are dreaming of. But today I got drunk and high and well I called you supposed to just drop me off and our paths will not be crossed ever again but I lost my keys.” He stopped talking for a minute and looked me in the eyes, his gaze was soft and he continued looking at me with love in them. “All I wanted to say is that I want you back but I know I can’t have you.” – my mouth opened in shock.

Well, I thought about us getting back every day for about three months but it stopped once I started to know more new people and they didn’t know Haechan so I wasn’t going to meet him any time soon. But here I’m with him in my kitchen, 50 cm away from me with his black hair covering his forehead, and suddenly I want him back, I want to have what we had just a year ago. Maybe that’s why or maybe because I was sleep deprived I pulled him by his shirt and kissed him like I was hungry and was doing it for the first time in my life. As an answer, he just took my face in his hands and kissed me back.

“Take this as a yes and as another chance I’m giving you,” I said against his lips.  

#haechan #haechan fluff #haechan angst #nct #nct fanfic #nct ff #haechan fanfiction #haechan ff #angst #nct angst #nct fluff #kpop #kpop fluff #kpop angst

[wxldchxld]

So I feel like this is really bitchy, and I've been putting it off, but more and more the thought comes up in my mind so I'm going to try and word this as nicely as possible.

I think next week I'm going to be sending out messages to my mutuals asking if they're interested in interacting. If I don't receive a response, or if the answer is no, I'm gonna unfollow.

I don't love that this sounds like some kind of ultimatum, because that feels really shitty to do to people, but I'm just kind of unhappy on Tumblr. My health is already making me pull back to discord a decent amount, but on days like today when I have the time and muse to be here and my mood tanks the second I open my dash... It really sucks.

It's honestly fine if you like following people just to read their shit, or maybe you follow for follow, or whatever reason you don't want to write with me, but I state pretty explicitly in my rules I only follow people I want to write with. I don't like feeling rejected by like thirty percent of the people on my dash. I don't like putting in effort like sending plotting messages or writing starters that go totally ignored. I respect if you've got your own issues that make you unable or uninterested in responding. I just don't want to be in those situations. I'm the one that ends up feeling shitty about it, so I do feel justified in drawing a line.

Again, idk how to put this that doesn't sound mean. I'm doing my best to sound neutral. I most certainly have no interest in guilting people into interactions, because those lead to pretty shitty interactions in the long term and that's just a trash thing to do anyway.

This obviously excludes all people I have active threads with, that I'm currently actively plotting with, or people who are specifically on hiatus that would like to interact upon their return. So if you don't get a message from me, it's because we're very obviously already interacting.

Thank you guys for understanding. Both my physical and mental health have been patchy on my best days this year, and I'm really wanting to clear some negativity out of my life so I can keep doing a hobby I enjoy.

#post type: unformatted #ooc

[straycat-writes]

I request that you first give yourself a hug. Then perhaps a character you’ve been wanting to practice, write their reaction to someone telling them merry Christmas in July? Idk just something fun. (the hug is required though)

[I’ve kept this message for so long just because it’s so incredibly sweet and reading it makes me smile every time. You give yourself a hug too, I demand it!😭❤❤]

 say it now (shouto todoroki)

People think once you get into the hero course at UA, all your problems just magically fly out the window. “You got into U.A., man! What more could you possibly want?” Well, for starters, that is just a big fat lie. Life as a U.A. student is hard, training to become a hero is hard, in general. It’s even harder for you, because you have been stupid enough to let yourself go and fall for a classmate.

You sigh as you look at him across the cafeteria. He’s sitting with Deku and Iida, like always, and has a bowl full of cold soba, in front of him, like always. And he looks so very beautiful without even trying, like alwa –

“Hey, (y/n)!” What’s up?”

You’re startled out of your reverie by a cheerful voice. You blink, looking up to see Denki and Mina at your table, holding their food. They sit down beside you, and Mina follows your line of sight.

“Oh.” She says, as if suddenly coming to a realization, “You were looking at Todoroki again.”

“What? No, I wasn’t…” you mumble, averting your eyes.”

Kaminari laughs, “Sure, and the sky isn’t blue. Come on, (y/n), you gotta do something about this situation of yours.”

“There is no ‘situation’.” You mutter, absently picking at your food. But when your eyes flit across the room to land on him again, you let out an almost piteous sigh.

Mina and Kaminari watch you silently for a while, sympathetic expressions on their faces. Soon, however, the look on Mina’s face changes to one of pure determination. She lightly but firmly puts her hand down on the table, startling you once again.

“It’s been long enough.”

You raise a questioning eyebrow at her, “What?”

“Your little crush on Todoroki.” She explains, “We have seen you melt and pine over him from afar for far too long, and I will not stand for you putting yourself through anymore suffering.”

Kaminari nods in agreement, “She’s right, you know?”

You blink, looking at each of them in turn, “That’s all well and good, guys, but what exactly do you want me to – “

“I’m saying,” Mina interrupts, pointing her finger at you, “That you’re going to tell him how you feel. Tonight.”

“What? Absolutely not!”

“You don’t get a choice in the matter.” She pouts in mock sympathy, then smiles brightly, “Because if you don’t do it by midnight today, I’m going to do it for you.”

“Are you crazy?” you say, panicking, “You know I cannot do that!”

“Why not?”

“Because…because have you looked at him? I cannot think straight when he’s in front of me, much less speak!”

“That’s not my problem.” She waves a hand, “You have the whole day to figure it out.”

“Come on, (y/n)!” Kaminari butts in, “It wasn’t my idea, so don’t blame me, but you and I know Mina’s not bluffing. Don’t you think it would be better if he hears it from you?”

You frown, “I…suppose so, but – “

“No buts!” Mina says loudly and you look around in panic, hoping she didn’t draw too much attention, “You’re doing this. Please, (y/n), it’s for your own good. I cannot see you pining like this anymore.”

You let out a defeated sigh, and almost let your head drop down onto the table, “I hate you both.”

In hindsight, you realize, that might have been an understatement. At the moment, you hate Mina and Denki from the very bottom of your heart for ever putting you into this situation.

It was just after dinner at class 1A’s dorm, and everyone was busy with something or other. By some stroke of luck or chance or happenstance or just plain fucking voodoo, you had found Todoroki alone on the balcony. He was resting his arms on the railings, leaning slightly forward and looking out into the gardens. He looked so calm and serene that you almost didn’t want to interrupt whatever it was that he might be thinking.

In fact, you would be very happy to just turn around and go to bed and pretend none of this ever happened. Unfortunately for you, Denki and Mina were persistent. You took in a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves, before you finally stepped into the balcony.

“Oh, hey, (y/n).” Shouto says, turning around slightly to look at you.

“Hey.” You smile, standing beside him and mirroring his position on the railing, “What are you doing?”

He turns back to gaze at the gardens below, “Nothing in particular, really…I just like to come here sometimes. The sounds of the night are comforting.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah.” He smiles softly at you, and you almost melt right there, “What about you? Did you need something?”

The question catches off-guard, because his stupid soft smile and stupid beautiful face had almost made you forget why you were her in the first place. You blink quickly, nervously fidgeting with your sleeves, “Well, y-yeah, as a matter of fact. I need to tell you something.”

He turns to look at you fully, slightly tilting his head, “Well, what is it?”

Oh God, he’s even prettier up close. Why can’t I breathe properly? Shit, I can’t do this, I cannot do –

“…(Y/n)?”

“Merry Christmas!”

There was silence for a few seconds, and you only realize you had screwed your eyes shut when you open them again. He’s staring at you with a completely lost look on his face, and if you were flustered before, you’re absolutely livid with embarrassment now.

Merry Christmas? Who even says that, you idiot!? Why that of all things?

“It’s…it’s July.” He manages to say after a while.

“Oh. I’m s-sorry.” You stutter out with a nervous laugh, “I…I must have got confused somehow.”

He squints at you slightly, a concerned look in his eyes, “Are you sure you’re alright? Your face looks a little flushed…”

Flushed was putting it mildly. You know for a fact you must look like a bright red tomato right now; you could feel the heat radiating out of your ears. But you try to laugh it off.

“Y-yeah? Of course, I’m completely fine…”

He doesn’t look convinced, and moves a bit closer as if to put the back of his hand against your forehead. When you almost let out a squeak and quickly take a step back, he pauses, looking at you oddly.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you wouldn’t want – “

“No, it’s not that!” you say quickly, then look down at your feet, “It’s just that…I guess what I’m trying to say is…Damn it, this is difficult…”

“What’s difficult?” He tilts his head in confusion again, and ends up looking so cute that you almost want to hit him in the face with a pillow to get him to stop.

“I like you.”

Where that sudden burst of courage that allowed you to say the words came from, you have no idea, but at least it was out in the open. You cannot back out now. The thought makes you simultaneously relieved and anxious.

Shouto blinks at you, once, then twice, lips parted slightly. “O-oh. Well, this is…”

“Awkward?” you mutter, averting your eyes.

“Unexpected.” He corrects, “I’ve taken a liking to you for a while now too, but I never expected you would actually reciprocate these feelings.”

“Yeah, well – wait, what?” his words register a little late in your brain, and your eyes widen, “You what?”

“I like you too.” He says simply, though you’re pretty sure you can see the slightest hint of a blush covering his face, “In fact, would you…would you maybe like to go out with me sometime?”

Your ears must be deceiving you, you think, because here he was in front of you, the Shouto Todoroki, not only telling that he liked you but also asking you out on a date.

“Well? Would you?”

He sounds nervous, something you didn’t think he was actually capable of, and you cannot help the smile fighting its way onto your face.

“Of course.”

#shouto todoroki #todoroki x reader #shouto x reader #bnha x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #imagines #scenario #fluff #bnha #mha

[meitantei-lavi]

hi hello i’m drinking and i have thoughts on yashahime that i’ll put under the cut if u wanna read and try to follow my train of thought tldr; i like yashahime but i have some problems with motivation, tension, and other plot related things

(also keep in mind that i’ve only been watching the dub bc reading is hard sometimes, so i’m only on like episode 10 or w/e)

OKAY SO i’ve been trying to put my finger on what i don’t like about yashahime, though as a whole i do like the anime. so lemme first itemize what i DO like:

so i do really like the main characters, both personality wise and design wise. i like towa and setsuna’s relationship and i really really love that moroha has precisely one brain cell. 

going off of that, i really don’t mind that the central story doesn’t focus on solely inuyasha and kagome’s kid. i think that would’ve kinda been the conventional way to go, so props to the writers for not doing something predictable (though i really kinda hope that we never find out who towa and setsuna’s mother is; frankly i can’t believe sesshomaru could have sex at all)

also going off of design, i like the design of the demons and the main group of bad guys. it’s all very reminiscent of inuyasha and i think it works

i also think it’s a nice callback to have characters from inuyasha come back in yashahime! they don’t feel entirely shoehorned in (except for maybe kikyo as the tree of ages??? don’t really get that) and they don’t detract from the main story revolving around the gals

not really plot related, but i’m SUPER happy that kaoru wada came back to do the score. his music is very Iconique and really just makes the show, in my opinion (and i love that opening. very catchy)

BUT i’m still having problems getting really invested in the show. for me, what really made me like inuyasha when i first started getting into it when i was like, 12 or so, was how interesting the characters were and how they were motivated by a united threat, i.e., naraku. while i think our main characters are interesting and fun, i’m so not interested in the main villains for a couple reasons:

there’s too many of them, for starters. and yes, naraku had 800 million incarnations of himself, but naraku was the main threat and main villain. his incarnations or whatever other demon of the week were threats to the main gang, but there was still a clear motivation to defeat naraku

on the subject of naraku’s incarnations, i compare them to the four perils in yashahime. the four perils are there to provide a challenge for the gals and impede them on their way to fight kirinmaru. HOWEVER, 2 of the four perils are pretty much immediately killed by the gals in the course of one episode apiece, which to me kinda defeats their purpose. i’ll concede that some of naraku’s incarnations were one-off villains, but they actually posed a threat to the OG gang. the rest of the incarnations lasted pretty much the whole series (i.e., kagura, kanna, the douche kid whatever his name was, etc.)

on THAT note, i feel like the motivation for the four perils and kirinmaru kinda sucks. like they wanna get back at sesshomaru for being a dick by killing his daughters?? compare that to naraku’s motivation for doing what he did: be a terrible bastard man who wants kikyo, hate inuyasha, wants to become a full demon and threaten pretty much all of japan by doing so, enjoys manipulating and tricking ppl into doing his dirty work, etc etc. maybe we’ll find out more about kirinmaru as the series goes along, but idk nothing can really top how disgusting naraku is

aside from what i feel like are weak motivations, i just don’t really feel worried for our gals !! they easily best pretty much any kind of demon that comes their way (as seen in their fights with the four perils) with no real danger or concern. they already seem to be masters of their abilities, which i feel like was more interesting in inuyasha. inuyasha had to improve and get stronger to overcome more powerful foes, and that was exciting to watch!! like how will inuyasha fight ryuukotsuke with his heavy ass sword? how will he figure out the adamant barrage if the red tetsusaiga doesn’t work anymore? will he improve enough to beat naraku? i don’t want to call the gals mary sues by any means, but this kind of improvement to me is just more fun to watch

also with that, in inuyasha, we see inuyasha and the gang lose fights, and they lose bad. call it sadistic or whatever, but when our main characters lose, it adds more weight to the story and it’s a lot more satisfying when they win! like the whole band of seven arc was awesome because we got to see our heroes lose then work to beat them against all odds. and even THEN by the end of that arc, naraku is pretty much at full power and it’s like oh shit !! yeah, the gang beat the band of seven, but naraku is stronger than them now!! how will they win??

in yashahime, i don’t really get that same weight or tension. maybe more of the tension is between towa and setsuna’s relationship, which i think is fine, but with an external threat of some powerful demons and the established world that takahashi made, it’s a little disappointing not seeing our heroes struggle against their enemies. any kind of struggle that they do have against any of the four perils or the demon of the week is pretty much resolved by the end of the episode, unlike in inuyasha, where arcs spanned several episodes

yashahime is probably going to be a much much shorter series than inuyasha is, so maybe they didn’t plan on really fleshing out certain elements in the story that i think could be better. that’s kinda my problem with shorter anime series as a whole; with less time to work with, the details of the plot become rushed. but when you’re following up one of the most iconic anime ever, it’s a disservice to do a shorter series and leave out story elements that would really give yashahime a boost to make it a really quality, fun series

#wow shush lavi #inuyasha #yashahime #IDK y'all i'm just ranting about anime #as i do #anyway i'm gonna go get some beer LMAO

[sugarlove12]

Hellooooo it’s meeeeee, to no one’s surprise I still haven’t recovered from given and I don’t think I ever will u can ask @queenoftheknight that literally my heart hasn’t moved on.

So like I said in previous posts I wanted to talk about it so muchhh but the words never came since I consider myself to be someone that expresses better in person than text, but I’ll try so prepare cause this shit is gonna be long.

1. THE FUCKING OPENING OMG

I’m a very critical person when it comes to openings and for some kind of reason I was like ok let’s listen to it and haha when I was reading the lyrics my heart went 💔 cause everything is so accurate to the storyline, everything fits perfectly. If u haven’t heard the complete song pls do so, it holds so much feelings. I’m gonna share with u guys some of my favorites quotes

All the things u left behind, became my everything-> WITH THIS ONE I DIED OK I WAS LIKE OH OK BAI.

Rainy, sunny, cloudy, spring, summer, fall and winter, 365 days, u remain in all of them-> THIS ONE ASDGFHJ IS THE PART WHERE YŪKI’S GHOST HUGS MAFUYU AND THEN HE HUGS TIGHTER THE GUITAR, look I can’t emphasized how much that scene hurts me.

Even if I meet u in my dreams, it’s meaningless cause u are not here-> bruh I imagine Mafuyu saying this and X_X (this is from the extended ver).

I still hear it, it's still so real, ur heartbeat, it becomes a part of me, u become me, I become u-> I think I don’t need to say any words.

2. UGETSU’S AND AKIHIKO’S RELATIONSHIP

THIS PART MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS TO THOSE WHO HAVENT READ THE MANGA

I’m a die hard fan of Haruki and Akihiko, but when I saw that scene where Ugetsu turns back to scream at Akihiko to not go and stay with him, while crying, THAT HURT SO MUCH OMG. Idk why but I could feel his pain like, he was so used to them fighting, breaking up and then getting back together, but this time was for real, that was a definite goodbye. Don’t get me wrong they were toxic as hell and even physical violence was involved cause he punched Akihiko more than once (I think, if my memory is working), but yeah I feel bad for Uge :(

3. Yūki omg this guy

I don’t know where to begin with this guy, I don’t want Natsuki sensei to draw much about him cause he’s my ship wrecker ok. Like I’m a sucker for the bad boy style and everything and he was so caring towards Mafuyu BUT YEAH THE POINT IS I DONT WANNA SEE HIM CAUSE I DONT WANNA LOVE HIM MORE AND FEEL KIND OF GUILTY FOR SHIPPING RITSUKA AND MAFUYU.

But there’s something that tickles me, like imagine a 15 year old killing himself just cause he had a huge fight with his bf, and this is a very sensitive topic but I remember when Hiiragi was talking about him, he said Yūki was a moody person so I thought what if he suffered from depression or he wasn’t emotionally stable like that would destroy the whole fandom. So yeah Yūki bby reast in peace we love u❤️

I don’t wanna offend anyone, this comes from someone who struggles with depression, so yeah kisses💕

4. Ep 9

Do I really need to explain how much damage it made to my heart, for starters I’m not emotionally stable and this episode broke the shit out of me.

All I wanna say is that I lost it when Mafuyu starts to talk to Yuki (u know what I mean) and starts reminiscing the past and ASDFGHJKL , the part when he screams AHHHH woahhhh My emotions left my body, if this platform were more safe I would show u guys pics of me that day AND THE VN I SENT MY FRIENDS OH GOD IT WAS ME SOBBING.

5. Mafuyu’s and Ritsuka’s relationship

I loveeeeee them soooo muchhhh, but there are maaaany things I wanna say and I want to see if I’m the only one who thinks like this.

There are a lot of people who say that Ritsuka is a replacement for Yūki but I don’t see that, on the contrary I think Ritsuka is the one who’s helping Mafuyu to heal, to be able to express himself, to allow himself feel whatever he wants to feel.

Now I’m not gonna lie if deep down I thought so in very specific moments. For example on the infamous ep 9 when Mafuyu is talking to Yūki while he’s singing, he says: I see u everywhere and the scene is Ritsuka turning his back and then Mafuyu sees Yūki, and at that moment I was TRIGGERED also in a manga ch Mafuyu sleeps over at Ritsuka’s and feels like crying cause Ritsuka had the same clock as Yūki, LIKE WHAT ARE THE ODDS, but yeah I don’t think he’s a replacement ok, those were just moments of doubt :)

Well I would’ve loved if the author had put more time between Yūki’s death and the beginning of the story cause idk the exact time but it was less than a year, and within months I think is SO HARD to get over ur ex who just committed suicide because of something U SAID, which also happens to be ur first love, childhood friend, someone who stood by u in so many aspects of ur life (his dad getting arrested) AND OH LET’S NOT FORGET THAT U REALIZED THAT WHAT U SAID WAS WRONG SO U CAME TO APOLOGIZE BUT OHOH TOO LATE BRO, so yeah to be able fall in love in couple of months and get over all that trauma seems a little unrealistic but I won’t fight it cause I love them lots.

Ritsuka is literally the only person that can be with Mafuyu specially in this time and circumstances, cause like I said, simultaneously as Mafuyu is developing a relationship with him,he’s also trying to 1. Move forward and get over Yūki 2. Forgive himself and Yūki, which if u ask me doing those 2 things while being in a relationship, the other person has to be very patient and we can see that with Ritsuka so that’s why I think that he’s gonna be Mafuyu’s second and last love ❤️.

Special mention to the quote on the title: can’t say goodbye, I’m still drifting with your echoes.

I hope I can see our baby Mafuyu always like this cause my god this smol boi deserves pure and entire happiness after all the shit he’s been thru

I think I got a LOT out of my chest and if u’ve made it till here thank u so much, I love u and appreciate it to the bottom of my very very small fujoshi otaku heart

#given manga #given anime #rlly if u r reading this I love u #uenoyama ritsuka #satou mafuyu #mafuyu given #haruki given #haruki x akihiko #akihiko given

[yunsoh]

last episode of season 1 thoughts

- for starters: what a perfect way to end this season. just. i’m blown away? the gentle aftermath of true form, the new introductions, the final words from rin, yuki, kyo, and tohru.... just an amazing set up for next season. and now chronological thoughts :)

- kyo and kazuma just. of course making me want to cry from the get go. kyo’s struggles with accepting kazuma’s role as a father in his life because he doesn’t want him to be hurt by his place as the cat.... but so so obviously looking up to him as a father. my heart.

- also the scene of baby kyo blowing bubbles in the water?? HELLO oh my god. baby boy. baby. all of the baby kyo scenes end me instantly lmfao.

- kyo waking up and the first thing he sees is his bracelet :( which really just makes me think like.... this kid has had such a long night. no wonder he slept in. (notice he’s the last to wake up out of everyone in the house, which is usually far from the norm.)

- that little pause on shigure, before he looks and reveals yuki just. sitting veeery pensive outside the door. i’ll get back to him in a second but oh man did this scene really hit. 

- the scene of kazuma and his grandfather.... like actually SEEING his grandfather, with his orange hair and eyes, made it really, really hit that this was kyo’s fate. like it didn’t really hit me in the manga, but seeing him look essentially like an aged-up kyo just. sent a pain through me. idk it hit very differently.

- also seeing tohru all bandaged up makes me wonder who helped her? it’s one of those mysteries but i always kind of wondered if it was kazuma that did it (considering that yuki can’t bandage for shit/probably didn’t want to get involved, shigure... probably also didn’t want to be involved, kagura was asleep, and kyo was... well, maybe it was him, lmao. maybe they had a sweet moment together post-tf :’)).

- kazuma saying “after we kept missing each other, and going the long way around, perhaps we’ve finally managed to connect” -- VERY reminiscent of yuki and ayame’s (and, yuki and kyo’s) whole matter of being able to reach each other halfway. just really perfect for this episode, where everyone is showing that they’re moving forward.

- of COURSE i have to point out the way that kyo says tohru’s name here. “tohru! :)” just absolutely endearing i’m mghdshfja. and how cute is he showing off kazuma lmao

- alright it’s yuki hours now. first: nice to see his garbage room again lmao. it was a little too clean for too long.

- the scene of him throwing out the chopsticks...... it’s so funny but also SO telling of his thoughts towards kyo post-true form. like he’s obviously struggling a lot, with the addition of him saying “right back at you. i’ll hate you even after i die” very quietly to himself just after taunting kyo. their relationship this point onward just becomes very interesting :’)

- haru was. perfect this episode lmao. the little head-pat he gives tohru because he can sense that she’s worrying. his talk with yuki, and how this is the first scene of a few with them throughout the series where haru is encouraging him to keep moving forward, while also giving him the space to choose how he does so. it’s so telling how ashamed yuki is of his feelings this early in the series, versus how we see him later. also, haru’s line of “i want things to get more fun, not more painful.” i love, i love, i love.

- speaking of, the transitional scenes of yuki in his room at the estate -- where he goes from curled up and covering his face, to crawling to the door, and then standing to open it.... a very simple but perfect way to kind of summarize his whole character arc. especially as it’s put between his scenes with haru and tohru, the two characters who, so far, have really helped him in his growth to this point, but ending on him opening the doors while telling her that, one day, he’ll be able to tell her the things he’s holding back. the whole “opening the lid” metaphor, but here shown as him opening the doors.   

- “i hope i can someday become a man who can let myself experience my feelings without being overcome by them, like i promised i would that day. but i’ve got a long way to go.” there’s something very poignant about the fact that he thinks this while reflecting on how he’s grown since living with tohru -- as he walks up the stairs, bringing himself to her level (poetry in motion lads), he finally finds himself to be at a place where he can move forward more confidently. AND THEN.... not moments after, we get. these two:

- kakeru and machi. first of all, what a surprise!! i wasn’t expecting them to be introduced (oh i hoped, but i didn’t think it would happen.) these two put me on the damn floor. but, how important that these two come along just after yuki says that he has a ways to go in his growth and confidence, because guess who helps him with that baby!!! these two!!!!

- also, of note: kakeru and machi originally spot yuki after he speaks to motoko in the manga, but here they walk past both him and tohru. i love this change considering that tohru and kakeru have ~history~ and just makes things. very tasty. also seeing that tohru and kakeru are the furthest away from one another, while yuki and machi are beside each other? hello.

- “he’s as pretty as the rumors say” i rest my case :)

- of course loved the scene where the lot of them are just at shigure’s house near the end -- but that shigure himself isn’t there. hatori says shigure called them all over (kagura said the same), but he bails on them to be with akito. i think it’s more or less to show where shigure’s priorities are :) which brings me to the next point:

- hiro visiting rin, and rin clearing the way for the final words of the season: “I know now... that Gure-nii is the only option left. It won’t be easy, but... I’ll never give up. I’ll make sure the curse...” 

- the final words really sent chills through me. the way they’re split between our main trio is just perfect: 

“I can feel it coming. I don’t know what it is, but it’s in my chest...” 

“Something that expands up to my throat. I feel it coming.” 

“Something so big it leaves me speechless...”

a beautifully ominous ending. this episode so wonderfully cleared the way for season 2, which will be such a delight to witness animated for the very first time. this episode was everything and more -- the reboot team absolutely delivered. i feel like we’re really getting a sense of everyone growing -- within themselves, within their family, within their lives. i’m over the moon :)

#fruits basket #i'm just!!! wow #sorry that this one's a long one lmfao #fruits basket spoilers

[heartsymbol]

im just going to vent. abt my feelings. and about someone. you dont have to read it. if you do, i appreciate it. genuinely... okay!

well first of all i fucking hated you! resented you! and a part of me still does. a part of me seethes at the thought of you. i hated being with you. hated getting texts from you because i know most of the time you're just going to vent. talk about yourself. and i always felt my stomach drop everytime you asked at night. when i was tired and drained. i hated how you would talk about your shit days, your job, very much unprompted. i felt as though you fucking treated me like a dumpster, and shoved this shit at me constantly. like, duh ofc i will view you as a negative person lol. one person can only deal with this shit for so long without feeling resentful. not only that, you would always talk about yourself. you you you! you use your adhd as the excuse, but i know tons of people w adhd and they have never been as self centered and without boundaries, like you! all you cared about was yourself and talking abt yourself and wanting to be heard. in the end i would feel like you would just constantly just talk AT ME, like i was a fucking brick wall, not a person. and you would THEN ask, after an hour of talking about yourself, "so. how are you?" like i was a fucking afterthought. you even said i didnt have to say anything... when... that is a part of. talking. as a two way street. as a friend. and i felt denied the action of responding. i didnt feel like a fucking person. do you know how fucking shitty that feels? you ARE SELF CENTERED. tremendously self centered. and the most non-aware person i've ever met. you barely had anything nice to say. not just about your day. but about other people. you would talk shit about people and the things you see unprompted. you would always complain. 80% of the time i felt like i couldnt talk about what i genuinely enjoyed without you laughing or talking shit. and you had the audacity to explain yourself by saying "well i felt like we dont have anything in common to talk about so i talked about my life and work" like BITCH?!? wheres the fucking common sense. you would rather talk about your job and shitty and petty thoughts as a convo stater than, idk. your hobbies? like normal people? in what world would one think that talking about your shit life. CONSTANTLY. UNPROMPTED. W NO BOUNDARIES would be a genuine convo starter... you were fucking unbelievable. it just felt like you wanted someone to talk AT, and not a person to be with. all you did was talk talk talk about yourself. once i said "eh, I'm okay nothing happened in my day." you would go straight to talking about yourself. you just cant hep yourself can you? i felt so very strained, being with you. i couldnt talk about what i liked in fear of you saying something. all you did was talk at me. mansplained constantly. when i did not fucking ask you. and i felt like a fucking idiot around you. it always felt like you were talking down at me and never saw me as an equal. you really had the audacity, in our last moments to cry about how you felt YOU put yourself in the role of being "the older care taker" despite you being just 3 years younger. you created that role. you PROCLAIMED yourself as "an older sister" BUT YOU WERE NOTHING OF THAT SORT! you took that role, created a certain distance from me and ""felt"" like you had to take care of me when all you did was the bare minimum. like, i cant believe i had to tell you years later about how you dumped your trauma onto me CONSTANTLY when i was 17. SEVENTEEN. and you were well into being 20! you USED ME. all i ever felt was USED. i rarely felt like a person. and THE NERVE of you saying that i had baggage with people relying on me. its BECAUSE of people like YOU! that im like this! you caused me so much fucking pain. i would feel awful for days on end. and when you finally are able to have a lighthearted convo i felt "huh. why did i think so badly of you? i was just making this up." it was a fucking cycle. i was DRAINED. you never ever had proper boundaries. you dumped your trauma unprompted to me at age 17. and even afterwards til the very end. i couldnt talk about things like sex with

you because you were uncomfortable! which was fair! but you would then just talk about your own sex life without even asking me if i was comfortable??? you never realised just how much of a power imbalance and power dynamic there was with us? you had the biggest fucking cognitive dissonace, thinking you were a good "older sister" figure with me when you only did the bare minimum. less than that with how you vented to me like, in your words "your note app, live." you just USED ME. USED and took advantage of my fucking kindness to listen to you. and you wonder why. for the longest time. why i could not trust you. that i could not be open about my own problems to you. you had no fucking boundaries and keeping my distance was the one way to make me feel fucking sane, to keep some sembelance of space for myself. this was very much doomed from the start. i cant believe you thought it was funny to pick on me and make fun of me at age 17. what an absolute fucking loser of you to project onto me at that age. you projected onto me an image some girl that you felt hurt by, bc she strung you along romantically and flaked on you. like do you see how that is wrong. how wrong it is to project that image onto a seventeen year old you barely knew like?!??! you were a fucking adult i cant fucking believe you did this shit. and ofc i felt like i had to say shit back. and be spiteful. i was defending myself from an adult. i still laugh now how you would victimise yourself like an overgrown baby when i said shit like " you cant love if you dont love yourself." knowing full well it wasnt meant to be said at you. i felt like i was walking on egg shells, being on high alert with you. because you would always say something, and i would say something back and then you ended up feeling hurt as if you werent the one to fucking start all this shit with a minor. oh how much i fucking resent you. i hate you. i hate you. ughhh and i cant fucking believe just how much i've done for you financially. it was a constant thing. this was my own fault of not stating my own feelings. and constantly giving on my end but boy. im just thinking about how many times i've actually bough food for you. with the intention to share and give. and i would give you money. and i would give you things for your birthday. but it took you two years to do something for mine. i felt unacknowledged and unheard. and i was just. drained. stuck in a friendship i shouldve been honest about from the get go, but felt like i couldnt because i didnt know just how bad it was for me. i let this happen too long, and thats something i will continue to review but fuck. i just. need to let out my anger out. i need to. i never had the space to fucking feel angry and to let out my hurt. i need that space to rage!!!! fuck. fuck you! fuck you! i hated you. i hope you get over yourself. you hurt me. i felt so much hurt in this. i must acknowledge that hurt. i need to be selfish just for once and be angry and nonsensical. i dont care. i dont care. i hated you.

[d0llhousess]

persistence 

⇢ pairing: Hyou Fuwa  x f!reader

⇢ requested?: yes

c-r-i-m-s-o-n-x requested: Um hi idk if request are still open cause i started online school i didn't wanna bug u if u are.but if not i was wonder if i could request Fuwa who alway trying to make reader going on a date with him but she always says no cause she trying to focus on her studies but soon she finally agrees and say 'fine only one date and you better impress me' and at the end the go on their date and at the end he walk her home. Also reader is one of the most pretties girls in the School. That all byeeeeeeeee

⇢ warnings/tags?: mild language, fluff , annoyance-->to friends---> to lovers

⇢ summary: It takes a lot to deter Fuwa, and frankly you don’t find yourself minding his persistence too much. 

⇢ word count: approx 2.1k

⇢ a/n: Listen…..Fuwa???? I love him. He’s the certain brand of dumbass that just speaks to my SOUL. He’s just an immediate fav. I hope you enjoy this and like I really enjoyed writing this. ALSOO my request are still open and since I don’t get a lot of them at a time, they probably will never close! If they do I will be sure to make a post about it! Also this lowkey morphed into a oneshot because I couldn’t control myself.

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“No,” You hissed out to the orange-haired boy that practically bounced into your vision. How someone had so much energy in the morning was beyond you. The boy had just asked you if you wanted to accompany him to a nearby cafe and needless to say you immediately declined the offer. 

Frankly, you couldn’t even begin to understand why he would even ask you, of all people, out on a date. 

The two of you weren’t friends. Hell, the only reason you knew his name was because you both just so happened to be in the same class. Besides, even if you wanted to go out on a date (which you didn’t), it wasn’t like you had the time to. No, most of your time was dedicated to burying your nose in the many books that helped you grasp the material of your studies--and don’t even get you started on how much cram school took up your time. 

So there was a bit of an unspoken rule across the male population when it came to asking you out after you’d turned down the first couple of guys that confessed to you. 

Sure, you heard the whispers of your classmates. It was hard to ignore them when you had a gossip for a best friend. So you knew that the guys would comment about how “hot” you were and “how it was such a shame that you couldn’t manage to look up from a book.”  

Yet as long as the confessions stopped, you didn’t really care about the whispers that followed you. You were in high school to excel and hopefully get into a good university; dating would not help you with that. 

You watched as confusion filtered across the boy’s face at your rejection before a small pout twisted onto his lips. 

“Why not?” 

You nearly snorted at his question. Why was he questioning you about it? Most guys would just nod and accept the rejection, but little did you know, Fuwa was not like most guys. 

“Because,” You began, eyes rolling as you turn to face the front of the classroom, “We don’t know each other, and why would I go out with a guy I barely know?” 

You expected him to accept your explanation, take the hint, and go back to his assigned seat, but to your surprise, he lets out an excited burst of soft laughter. 

“So all I have to do is get to know you more?” Your head turned back to face the orange haired boy, and your eyes narrowed at his elated expression. If you didn’t know better, you would’ve thought you’d accidentally agreed to a date. You found yourself shrugging. It wasn’t like he would actually put in effort to get to know you. 

Boy how wrong you were.

For the next week, he somehow managed to make it to class before you did, even though you were sure the boy had never been on time to class before. He’d linger around you until the teacher entered and in those brief moments he would try to engage in a conversation with you. 

The first couple of days you tried to ignore him, but you quickly learned that Fuwa was like a damned cat, meaning if he wanted your attention, he would get it no matter what. So eventually, you sort of gave in. 

It wasn’t like he was completely terrible to talk to. Sure he was a bit scatterbrained, hopping between conversation topics at rapid pace, and was honestly a bit too full of himself, but he just had a way of phrasing most things that you didn’t mind his cockiness. Plus, he was insanely honest. 

The boy literally had no filter, and since you were used to boys decorating their true intentions with pretty words, Fuwa’s  candidness was a nice change. 

Yet, Fuwa’s persistence didn’t just stop at the early morning talks. 

No, he began to linger around as you waited for your afternoon program of cram school to begin. During this time, he’d be oddly dressed in his gym clothes rather than his baggy school uniform, but you couldn’t find yourself minding too much. He was sorta cute in his practice clothing. 

These conversations only ended when an older student dressed in similar gym clothes dragged him away from you, and it was then you figured that Fuwa was part of some sort of sports club.

The following week you begin to look forward to these small conversations. Instead of turning on your heel to go the other direction once you spot a familiar head of bright orange hair in the hallway, you find yourself picking up your pace to meet him. Your heart begins to beat just a tad bit faster once you realize he actually lights up when you enter your shared classroom. 

You don’t realize that you’ve developed a stupid crush, until your friend points out your flushed cheeks when she merely mentioned his name. 

So, when he approaches you for your usual afternoon chat, a lazy grin on his face as he leaned against the wall, you don’t immediately scowl once he asks you to go to a cafe with him once again. 

You’re quiet for a moment, head tilting as you stare him down. His grin doesn’t falter, in fact, he leans more into you, and you can feel your cheeks heating up. Blinking, you turn your head away from the boy and let your lips twist into a faux frown. 

“Fine,” you breathed out, “You get one date.” 

Yet before Fuwa can respond, you raise you hand to stop him, “You better make it count too, Neko”  

The boy bristles at the nickname, but before he can even respond you’re walking into the classroom. 

The weekend approaches in rapid succession and before you know it, you’re standing outside of the slightly busy cafe, fingers nervously tugging on the edge of your skirt as your eyes wandered around for the familiar sight of nearly neon orange hair. Yet, before you could do a full sweep of your surroundings, you feel the weight of someone’s arm resting on your shoulders. 

Rolling your eyes, you shrug the arm off and turn your head, “What did I tell you about invading my personal space, Neko?” You questioned as your vision was immediately filled with the smirking face of Fuwa. 

“You said some shit about not doing it,” He shot back, opposite hand waving in dismissal as he began to steer you into the cafe, “But I remember saying that I don’t like that stupid nickname you love to call me, so call us even.” 

As you enter the cafe, you find yourself snorting at his reasoning, “That’s where you’re wrong. Everything I say goes, everything you say is merely a suggestion.” 

In a blink, he’s invading your vision again, face so close to yours that you’re sure your nose is almost brushing his. 

“Is that so, ______?” His voice is just a mere octave lower, but it still manages to send a slight shiver down your spine, and you find yourself unable to speak, so instead you just nod. 

His sharp gaze lingers over your features, and you’re sure your heart jumps into your throat at the heat behind his eyes. Yet, in another blink, he’s back at your side, and chatting about what he’s getting to drink, leaving your mind scrambling to catch up with his words and a heavy breath escaping your lips. 

The date goes almost heart-achingly well. 

Honestly, you don’t know why you expected anything different. Within the first five minutes of the date, all your nerves dissipated and you fell into the comforting conversations that you came to expect with Fuwa. He asked you about your studies, even though you were sure he didn’t give two shits about the calculus assignment you’d just completed before you arrived at the cafe. 

In return you ask him about his club activities (which you learned that he was somehow a starter for your school’s elite basketball team), and you couldn’t help the soft smile that tugged onto your lips as you let your gaze linger on his elated expression as he talked about the sport he clearly loved. Nor could you help the flush on your face as his eyes caught your lingering gaze.

In the end, as you found yourself walking beside Fuwa as he escorted you home (he insisted once he learned you lived nearby), you didn’t regret agreeing to the date, like you thought you would. Sure, you sort of liked Fuwa before you agreed, but you were still a bit hesitant about an actual date. 

Yet, it was nice to hangout with someone without having the next assignment due date lingering in your mind. 

It was even nicer that someone just so happened to be Fuwa. 

As the pair of you approached the front door to your family home, you began to slow down your pace until the both of you came to a full stop. Licking your lips, you placed your hands in the pockets of your jacket as you looked at him.

“You have practice right after this, don’t you?” You questioned, not quite wanting the afternoon with him to end just yet. 

“So you do listen to me?” 

Your cheeks heated up, and you averted your gaze. “No,” you insisted, “You’re just so annoying that it’s hard to ignore the things that come out of your mouth.” 

He chuckled, a sound that makes your heart speed up slightly, “Sure,” He goads, “But yeah, I’m actually kinda late.” 

“Fuwa!” You scolded, and he just laughs at your scandalized tone. 

“Next time let's go to an amusement park or something,” He responds, moving a bit closer to you, invading your personal space in a way that you only allow him to do. You laughed, head shaking because of course Fuwa assumed he would be getting a second date. 

You smirked, eyes lifting up to meet his acute onyx gaze head on. “Nope,” You responded, “That’s like a fifth date sort of thing, let's do the arcade next.” 

You watch as the boy slowly blinked at you before your words fully registered in his mind. 

“Wait,” He began, cat-like grin widening even larger than it was before, “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” 

“Wait,” You mocked, “You actually think?” 

Your sardonic remark doesn’t deter him though. No, he’s still wearing that damned cheshire cat-like grin, and you roll your eyes. 

“Don’t you have a practice to get to?” 

Your statement seems to snap him out of whatever gloating daze he’s in because he’s looking down at his phone at his hand, groaning at the time that reflected on the digital clock. 

“Oh shit, yeah,” He grumbled, “Yohito is gonna murder me.” 

“Well you better get to running, Neko.” You teased as you moved to walk to your front door, yet you were halted by Fuwa as he lightly grabbed your bicep. 

“I’ll call you once I get out?” 

You shook your head, smirk widening, “I won’t answer,” You shot back, causing Fuwa to just snort. 

“Oh you will,” He insisted, and you raised an eyebrow at his boldness, yet before you can respond to him, you hear the distant noise of his phone beginning to vibrate. Your eyes glance down to his phone briefly before you meet his gaze again. 

“Like I said, you better get to running, before you end  up on the bench.” 

Fuwa’s gaze lingers on you, promptly ignoring the vibration of his phone. You can tell that he doesn’t want to go. Hell, you didn’t want him to go, but you also didn’t want to listen to his whines if he got benched for the next game.

So, before you can even think too much about it, you lift your head and briefly brush your lips against his smooth cheek. With heating cheeks, you pull away from the stunned orange haired boy, and clear your throat. 

“I’ll talk to you later, yeah?” You questioned, and you resisted the urge to roll your eyes as that damned smirk appeared back onto Fuwa’s lips. 

“Definitely.” He responded before he waved goodbye, and took off to at least make it to practice with minimum punishment. Shaking your head, you enter your home, a light smile on your face as you find yourself looking forward to talking to the orange-haired boy later on. 

Damn, what was happening to you?

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