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f10werfae · 1 year

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Barefoot and Pregnant

pairing: Lumberjack!Henry Cavill x Shy!Pregnant!Wife!reader

summary: Henry and his cockdrunk wife go through an emotional love-making experience, after being pressured by her friends to give her husband a ‘hall pass’ because of her growing body (DILF!Henry) (Dom!Henry)

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“Baby bun? Why are you cryin’? Is there somethin’ wrong with our miracle?” Henry rushed placing both of his hands onto his precious wife’s four month bump: he had come home to see her sobbing her eyes out into her pregnancy pillow. “I-I have your b-birthday present, h-here” She cried handing him a crumpled piece of paper, “A fuckin hall pass? The fahk do I need this for?”

- A few hours ago -

“So Y/n, I know your man’s birthday is coming up soon, what are ya getting him?” Chloe smirked putting down her beer, she wasn’t really someone Y/n would hangout with, but considering she was friends with Stephanie it was kind of obligatory. Y/n shuffled uncomfortably as all eyes panned to her, this brunch with her girls had taken a weird turn, with them questioning her sex life and very clearly overstepping private boundaries. Y/n on the other hand was adamant that she would spill nothing, ultimately leading to the other women becoming increasingly annoyed.

“U-Uh I was t-thinkin’ of givin’ him the s-sweater I made him, a-and cookin’ him a m-meal” She whispered, pouting when she heard the others giggling and scoffing at her gift idea, her hand falling to her baby bump for comfort. Her little gemstone always had her back. Henry always loved her knitted goods, in fact most of his jumpers were ones she had made, and he never left home without a packed lunch from his woman.

“Girl, just cause you’re preggers doesn’t mean you can’t spoil him! Get him somethin’ better than some lousy knitted shit” Jenny giggled nudging Chloe playfully; Y/n’s hands now started to tremble, she had finally gotten used to nothing but praise thanks to Henry, but now that she was back in this toxic environment she could feel her anxiety start to swirl at the pit of her stomach. She wanted her Henry, and she wanted him now.

“B-but he usually likes m-my meals and h-he asked for a j-jumper” She whispered pursing her lips and clasping her hands together over her stomach, the lemonade she ordered now tasting like absolute poison on her tongue. “Why don’t you get him like a subscription to beer or somethin-“

“OR A HALL PASS? Omg a hall pass would be so good, because you’re obviously pregnant you should give him one, poor guy will need it” Chloe snickered interrupting Stephanie, “A-a hall pass? Whats t-that?” Y/n questioned tilting her head to the side like an adorable puppy, her hand softly rubbing over her stomach, her little miracle’s kicks following her hands every move.

“Basically girl, now that you’re pregnant, every man finds it harder to fuck his wife; let’s be honest it’s a very natural thing. A hall pass is like giving him a ‘get out of jail card’ like letting him fuck someone else for a night or something” She explained placing another chip into her mouth, as if she wasn’t just excusing cheating on Y/n. “B-But I don’t want him t-to” The smaller woman sniffled feeling tears already start to collect in her eyes, did Henry really find her unattractive now that her body was changing?

“I mean come on, are you really going to give him a lousy sweater? Here if it makes you uncomfortable for him to fuck someone else, I’m single!” Chloe joked motioning her hands to pretend she was sucking someone off, the rest of the girls giggling along with her, except for Stephanie who was disgusted by the whole exchange. If anything she was the only friend Y/n really enjoyed hanging out with, and the only friend Henry trusted her with.

“You guys need to knock it off and stop being disgusting shits, come on Y/n Henry texted me to get your somethin’ from the pharmacy” Stephanie grunted pulling Y/n up from her seat, scowling when Chloe tucked in a napkin into Y/n’s purse that said “Hall pass” followed by her own phone number. A poor sniffling Y/n, felt her own emotions starting to shuffle all over the place, her hormones truly had her. With her hand tightly clasped in Stephanie’s the both of them got into her car, when she finally let out a massive sob, wrecking through her smaller body; Stephanie reaching over giving her hugs and whispers to calm her down.

“I-I D-Do you t-think h-he should get a H-hall pass?” Y/n questioned wiping her eyes and nose onto a hankie, her hands smoothing over her stomach, her baby must have realised she was upset; the little thing was wriggling around like crazy almost as if it was trying to provide its momma comfort. “I mean I was gonna suggest beer or a razor, Chloe is just a bitch and insanely jealous because you two are an absolute power couple. Plus it’s not exactly a secret how much Henry is in love with ya” Stephanie smiled booping her on the nose, sighing in relief at the sight of a smile on Y/n’s face.

“B-but maybe he does find me u-ugly now, h-he even offered to shave me down there” She pouted looking down, “Girl he did it because he wanted you to feel more comfortable, you’ve always been the trim typa woman”

“I guess so, s-so what do we need at the pharmacy?”

“Nothin’ I jus’ wanted outta there, Ya sure you’ll be alright girl?”

“Y-yeah H-hen gets home soon a-anyway” After seeing Stephanie go off, Y/n bolted for the bedroom, even after all the comforting words from her friend; she still couldn’t help but feel unwanted and ugly. Would Henry find her pretty again if she let him fuck Chloe? Fuck, just the thought of it haunted Y/n’s thoughts, her man had always told her that he was only for her, and that she was only for him. There is no Chloe in the equation.

- Back To Present -

“A fuckin hall pass? The fahk do I need this for?”

Henry growled holding the napkin and seeing some random number beside it. “I-I” Y/n couldn’t even get words out without sobs shaking her whole body, leading Henry to pull her onto his lap as he sat against the headboard, one hand cupping her face gently while the other cupped his baby miracle. “Calm down sweetpea, tell daddy what happened to your n’ our miracle today”

“W-well we all went t-to that cafe b-by the s-square” She stopped, crying again

“S’okay sugar pie, breathe with me, m’right here and m’not lettin’ ya go” He whispered kissing her cheek softly, the hand one her stomach sneaking around and grabbing a cheek full of ass, making her squeak and gasp. “C-Chloe said t-that because i-i’m pregnant, you wouldn’t find-find me pretty a-anymore, a-and that I should l-let ya b-be with her for a-a night” She explained nuzzling into his palm, his thumb running over her cheek affectionately.

“Are ya fuckin’ crazy, you are the g’damn sexiest thing on this planet sweetpea, my sweet gorgeous wife. You’re takin’ care of our little baby in there, how could ya not be more beautiful? Ya shoulda jus told them we still fuck every night like rabbits-“

“Stoppp, s’embarrassing, b-but then why’d you offer t-to help me shave?”

“Cause baby bun, I know you’re not a grower, n’ I had an idea for ya”

“o-oh I see” She said now realising that her thoughts were jus messin’ with her, “I get so worried cus a forget how fast ya mind is runnin’, ya gotta keep me in the loop sugar, cause you’re mine” He explained leaning in and kissing her wet lips, his hands grasping her waist, kneading her skin.

“I-I know, m’sorry, she j-jus really freaked m-me out. C-cause you’re m-mine and I don’t w-want ya l-lookin’ at anyone else” She explained, Henry smirking at her shy nature, the way she shuffled closer ok his lap, her arms clasping around his neck. “Now ya understand how I get baby, we just need each other n’ no one else” He said lowly, his lips pulled up into an almost eerie smile, as he then stood up from the bed and walked them both towards the bathroom.

Nodding at his words she giggled at the cold feeling of the bathroom counter underneath her thighs, just letting her wild man of a husband rip off her underwear, his electric trimmer already laid out on the side. “W-what was your i-idea?” Her hips bucked as his fingers rubbed her clit slightly before turning on the trimmer, if her stomach wasn’t already huge she would have looked herself. “You’ll see baby bun, jus ta remind ya, of me” He laughed skilfully moving the trimmer around, with Y/n giggling every time he leant forward and kissed her inner thighs or her stomach, he just could not keep his hands off her.

“W-will you help me, r-rinse off after?” With her lips puckered out waiting for a kiss, Henry stood up, letting her suck on his tongue for a few seconds before pulling away teasingly: he had already planned on rinsing her off himself anyway. Lifting her onto the shower bench, he rinsed off her freshly shaven pussy, clearly proud at the thing he had engraved onto her nestle of curls. The letter ‘H’

“What ya think baby, are ya mine or what?” He sang snapping a picture of her pussy and showing it to her, it wasn’t unusual that during sex he would simply take pictures of him leaking out of her, or the faces she would make whenever he was cumming right inside her warm centre. “ I-I love it, m’all yours” She giggled watching him pat her dry with his towel, following him as he led her back into their bedroom, softly setting her on top of the array of cushions and blankets.

“Who made this blanket baby?” He said holding up a woollen baby blue blanket, “M-me” She whispered watching him pull up her dress over her body, leaving her body naked in front of him, his precious masterpiece. “Mhm ya made it for us, n’ our little gemstone, our little family. No one else” He grumbled kissing up her stomach, smiling every time his baby kicked up at him, he couldn’t wait to find out the gender in a weeks time.

“Our little family” She whispered, trying to hold back a smile as Henry peppered hundreds of kisses up her body, his hands grasping at her growing tits, kissing at her nipples and watching them harden. Every night Henry would treat her to a nice breast massage, claiming it would help the milk come in faster, now was that true? Y/n didn’t know but any excuse to have him touch her was a welcomed one. Frankly Henry didn’t know either.

“I’m not gonna fuck you tonight sugar pie, m’ gonna make love to my gorgeous pregnant wife, who is the most amazin’ woman av’ ever seen” He whispered directly into her ear, kissing the shell of it as he felt her hands splayed out on his chest. “R-really?”

“Mhm going to take it nice n’ slow, love on every single parta you, n’ show ya jus’ how much ya mean to me” Looking into her widened doe eyes, he gave her an eskimo kiss, then let their lips meet in a slow, long passionate kiss. Their lips simply feeling each other, their tongues gently massaging each other as she whimpered against him. “Love you so much, my baby bun, all obedient n’ beautiful; my wife, mother of my baby”

“I-I love you too, can’ wait to m-meet our little m-miracle” She hiccuped pushing forward for their lips to meet again, whining when Henry pulled away and turned her body so he could spoon her, placing a soft pillow underneath her bump to make sure she was comfortable. “Ya comfy momma?” “Mhm, miss holdin’ y-you though” She whispered, gasping when she felt Henry’s hand intertwined with hers, his head settled into the crook of her neck; his warm breath fanning her neck to make sure she knew he was with her. He was staying.

He whispered that he was momentarily going to let go of her hand to prepare her for him, his hands lifting her leg up slightly, to allow his hand to venture in massage her slick set of lips gently; her soft gasps and whimpers causing her to nuzzle back into his chest. His athletic shorts were easily shrugged off, revealing that he wasn’t wearing anything underneath, his cock already slipping itself through her folds. Y/n whined opening and closing her hand, clearly wanting to hold his again, smiling in relief as he held onto hers tightly.

Both of them breathing out as she took him inch by inch, bottoming out inside her as his balls rested against her ass, with Y/n holding Henry’s hand close to her chest; kissing his knuckles every so often. “Love this pretty pussy a’ yours, always so welcoming n’ warm, all for your husband isn’t it?”

“A-all for you, m-my husband” She whispered softly bucking her hips to let him know he could start going, and within seconds his hips started rolling against hers, slowly and deeply reaching every inch inside of her; dare I say he even poked her womb a few times with how deep he was going. Taking his hand he reached under his pillow and retrieved his phone, angling it in front of Y/n as he kissed her neck sloppily, taking a photo of her eyes rolled to the back of her head; her mouth agape and drooling onto Henry’s arm under her head.

“My pretty girl, you’re doin’ so well for me, so prouda ya” He whispered dropping his phone, his hand landing onto her tits, grasping both of them in the middle of her chest, rubbing both nipples in a circular direction; his cock stuffed into her velvety walls, his rhythm staying the same. “F-feel you so deep, t-too good” She breathed out cupping her stomach which was now bouncing along with his thrusts, which caught Henry’s eyes as he then cupped the bottom of her stomach. That photo was definitely going to be his phone wallpaper

“Who knocked you up? Who got you this full n’ swollen?”

“Y-you did daddy, f-fuck, feel so full” She moaned, his hands rubbing up and down her stomach lovingly, the fact that she was holding his baby just made her that more irresistible to him; she was taking care of the perfect mix of them both, their baby miracle. “You dare call yourself ugly, you wouldn’t call our baby ugly would ya? So why would call its home ugly? You’re protectin’ them with this beautiful haven inside ya baby, you’re amazin’” He whispered, his hands flowing down to her pussy, feeling the pattern of the H, his fingers found her precious little clit, rubbing the sensitive button until he felt her clench around his length. “These beautiful tits are gonna feed and nourish our baby, n’ maybe me sometimes, how can you say they’re not sexy as fuck; how you’re able to do all these things naturally, as my woman” He joked nipping her shoulder, feeling her giggle and her hole clench at the idea of her own husband sucking on her hardened nipples.

“Can feel you gettin’ close honey” He whispered watching her face turn to the side, her hand reaching around to his head, her lips pushing his into an open mouthed tongue kiss; his thumb lovingly wiping her drool covered chin, his thrusts not letting down. “b-baby, beautiful, f-family” She said clearly cockdrunk, muttering out words that she had heard from her husband, “Yeah baby that’s right, now do ya think ya can let go for daddy?” He cooed letting her nuzzle her head back into her cushion, his smile softening at her smile and at the way her hand instantly reached to hold his.

“Am’ gonna cum H-Hen”

“S’okay sugar babe, m’ gonna cum too, together okay?”

Henry picked up the pace just for her, her whines and whimpers getting louder until finally he felt her creamy onto his cock, his own juices spurting inside her; causing her to breathe out happily at the warm stuffy feeling inside of her. “I love you, don’t ever fuckin’ doubt that, you have a nasty thought in your pretty head? You tell me n’ i’ll sort it out” He growled kissing her cheek as he turned her to lay on her back, with him propped up on his elbow as he traced over her stomach. “What are ya t-tracin’?”

“Hearts, so our mini baby bun knows what love looks like” He chuckled finishin’ his tracin’ looking up to his wife’s eyes, with her getting all giddy and smiley at his confession. “I-I already love ‘em so much, g-gon dress them so p-pretty. N’ w-we can play i-in the fields w-with them” She giggled playing with his fingers which were on her chest, the post sex haze doing nothing but accentuating their love for each other. “Pretty like their gorgeous momma” Henry whispered pecking her lips once more before he remembered something.

“Now how about I show ya somethin’, ya don’t havta walk, ill carry ya” He whispered as she nodded, the both of them trodding to the end of the long hallway towards his work room, her eyes widening at the site of two wooden bassinets sitting at the corner of the room. “Y-you made this for mini bun?! B-but why two?” She wondered looking up at his deep blue eyes, “m’ preparin’ for the next one bunny”

“t-two babies” She giggled whispering to herself at the idea of her big gruff husband handling two tiny tots at once, watching him dote on them like the protective man he was. “Mhm m’ gonna keep ya barefoot n’ pregnant, like ya this way baby bun, all swollen an’ big for me” He gruffed nuzzling his rough bearded cheek against her soft one, “Told ya, you don’t need those stupid friends a’ yours when you’ve got me sugar, m’all ya need and our mini bun right ‘ere”

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PSA: Hope this is all good! I wanted to show a more emotional and loving side to their relationship 🫶 But still sprinkle a bit of dark!manipulative!Henry

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kooqitas · 2 months

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— middle finger ★ with: myg!

#pairings: stranger!myg X reader

#synopsis: just a stranger fingering you in the middle of the club

#tags: strangers, fingering, public sex, a little bit of degradation because u know... my history

🌸 . . nsfw, +18 |

to be honest, i don't like this story, but after starting it's so bad to archive it :(

and as i always say: english isn't my first language, so be patient :)

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you felt the middle finger brushing in your underwear.

honestly? you even know how things happened

the last five hours have been weird. you break up with your boyfriend, cried a lot, stopped crying, and cried again, like, maybe you are on an angst fanfiction.

isn't like you really love your boyfriend, because you don't, and you know that.

but does anyone want to be a kick in the ass? of course, not!

so, after crying, you put on your best dress, put on your best make-up and go to the club. just for fun, you even know what club, just need a club.

you drink, dance, talk with strangers, and everything is ok.

except for the guy who looks at you like a predator.

he is pretty, really pretty, but you don't wanna anyone, not now, isn’t in your plane kiss someone tonight…

but happened…

yoongi came close to you in a sneaky way, but now he had his hand firmly on your waist, while his middle finger brushed the middle of your legs.

the touches don’t happen suddenly, you dance, talk, drink, god he is hot! and after everything, his fingers… you know

‘’can i?’’ he asked, still brushing your finger on you.

‘’but, if someone see…’’

“that’s the joke, sweetheart!”

the deep voice makes you feel things (more than that you have feeling), you never do this before, like, oh my god a stranger is fingering you at a ballad? everyone can see you

‘’if you don’t, that’s okay! just a ideia’’ and his middle finger brushed again, you get more and more excited.

‘’can we go to the bathroom…’’

‘’but isn’t funny on the bathroom, if we go there, who will see you cumming on my fingers, doll?’’

you didn’t give a answer, not a verbal answer, you just ride on his finger, making yoongi smile and kiss you neck

‘’i promise that i will be fast, ok? give me two minutes and i make you feel good’’

and you agree

he puts your underwear aside, and slides his fingers between your core.

you moaned, and he smiled.

he puts one finger, without any warning, and when you finally breath he puts the second.

yoongi is faster, making you bite your lips, training to not moan so loud, but he doesn't care, he wants everyone to see what you are doing.

''you're a mess, god! can you handle my dick opening your pussy?''

it hadn't even been a minute since you were there, and you could feel the orgasm approaching.

he said dirty things in your ear, how wet you are now, how tight, hot, how much he wanted put his dick on your little pussy.

you look for some guys close to you, a little group with five boys, everyone looks for the way that yoongi is fingering you.

‘’you have fans now, everyone see my finger fucking your cunt, you need cum for him, baby, don’t be a bad whore, i know you can cum only with this’’

he’s right, you would cum.

and he noticed, so put the third finger…

‘’t-too m-much…’’ you scream, trying stop the hand who fucked you without any delicacy.

‘’you can, baby, just cum on me, come on’’

his thumb goin on your clit, and this is enough…

you cum on his fingers, shaking all your body while you scream and close your legs.

yoongi laughed, putting his fingers on his mouth and sucking everything, every liquid of you.

‘’good girl, so good to me…’’

he gives you a kiss, your panties still thrown to the side

‘’now, you have two options, baby: i'll finish you off here in front of everyone, and let everyone record what a stupid cockslut you are, or i'll eat you in my house, where i’lll only stop fucking you when i can't take it anymore’’

#bts x reader #bts x you #bts smut #bts #bts x fem!reader #bts x y/n #ao3 #ao3 writer #ao3 link #yoongi #yoongi smut #yoongi x reader #yoongi x you #yoongi x y/n #suga x reader #suga x you #★... lulli writes

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mango-bango-bby · 1 year

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nuff….platonic yandere inarizaki brainrot….lately… 🌸–anon

SO IDEA platonic!yandere!inarizaki meets maybe a rival team and the rival team (whoever to your choice!) becomes yandere for inarizaki manager..and platonic yandere inarizaki is WAYY MORE INSANE and they are like “don’t touch them.” And whenever they go against that team they DESTROY THEM for u ofc <3 !! THERE LIKE “manager-chan watch us destroy them and make sure to cheer extra loud for us okay?” and imagine..atsumu the brat gets calmed when he hears y/ns voice DURING HIS SERVES!!!!!!! and hes like “keep going manager chan!!”

And the rival yandere team is just FUMING AND SENDING THE HARSHEST GLARES and maybe they come and talk to y/n and y/n is just like “omg ur so hot” and protective inarizaki bois like “WHAT..” AND JUST PROTECT U THE WHOLE GAME AHHH (ofc u dont have to do this! Make sure to eat and drink sum water!!)

♡ Good Game ♡

(A/N: Please don’t hate me but I kind of went off the request with this... I was like “What would make the team even more mad than another yandere team? A yandere that likes reader and reader likes them back!?” So yeah... I think it’s cute though, I love writing for platonic!Inarazaki so so much 😭😭)

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, platonic yandere, crushes, protective Inarazaki, possible isolation, Daichi is starting to become a yandere

Summary: You meet a cute guy at one of the volleyball games but your team won’t allow it (Yan!Platonic!Inarazaki x GN!Manager!reader ft. Yandere!Daichi x GN!reader)

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You were the manager of an absolute powerhouse of a volleyball team. Inarazaki’s volleyball team. Despite being the manager, you didn’t really do much. You tried to do your job, but they wouldn’t let you. They wouldn’t let you because you were more there for support. It was well known by now that they genuinely could not play when you weren’t there. If you weren’t watching and cheering for them, they were sure to loose. They needed you, not only for games but also because you were like a little sibling to them you were their precious manager. They need you.

“Calm down, you’re going to get nothing done by freaking out” Kita says in reaction to Atsumu’s panic. They had lost you. They had lost their manager! They had tried to call you, only to remember your phone had died on the bus ride to the game because you and Aran had been watching movies. All of the team had split up, eventually coming back together. None of them have found out. Until a voice cut through.

“I think you have our manager there” Suna says, seeing you bounce up to the team with the captain of Karasuno next to you. “Thanks for helping!” You say kindly, grabbing the water bottles out of Daichi’s hands. He had insisted on helping you. “Sorry, I went to go fill up water bottles and got lost. This place is way to big” you sigh, seeing the way your team was glaring at Daichi.

“Aren’t you all supposed to be stretching? Go, go stretch!” You command to the team. You would’ve clapped to have made your point more but you still had the water bottles in your hand. “Need any help with that?” Daichi asks, watching Osamu immediately take the bottles out of your hand and Atsumu bringing his arm around your shoulders and quickly leading you away from him.

“You all are so dramatic, he was just being nice” You say, the whole team making sure to walk you all the way back to the stands. The team had always acted weird when people were nice to you or ‘flirted’ with you. They were incredibly over protective. To be fair, you almost wish they hadn’t interrupted. You had to be honest, Daichi was quite dreamy.

It wasn’t long before the game actually began, and they were playing hard. They weren’t trying to win, there was fury behind their serves and hits. Because you were their manager, and the way Daichi kept glancing over at you through out the game didn’t go unnoticed by team. It was clear he had an interest in you, which they just couldn’t have. They couldn’t have you getting your heart broken

The way you cheered for them only made them want to beat them even more. “Go Inarazaki! Go!” You cheered. You even would cheer for them individually. None of them minded. Even Atsumu who loathed when people cheered during his serves. He loved when you did it.

“You all did so good!” You squeal bouncing up to them after they successfully beat Karasuno. You immediately hold out your arms waiting for the boys to pile on top of you into a hug. Which they do immediately as usual. You keep going on about how proud you are of them, not noticing the stares Daichi’s giving you and the team.

“Good job” Daichi says approaching you all. The boys glare at him, trying to silently tell him to go away. “You did really good too- I mean- you know, your team did really good” you say nervously, glancing down at the floor as if to avoid his eyes. Sadly he doesn’t get to have a response to your flustered state as Atsumu proceeds to stick his tongue out at Daichi.

“We will be off celebrating our victory with our manager” Atsumu says quickly leading you away. You wave quickly at Daichi before the team drags you away. They always wanted to be with you especially after they won, they just wanted to hear you praise them.

You didn’t mind being dragged away from him though, knowing about the sticky note in your pocket. On it was written Daichi’s number which he had written before the team interrupted you the first time. The team couldn’t be overprotective over you if they didn’t know you were talking to him.

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Thank you for reading, darling!!

#yandere haikyuu x manager reader #yandere inarazaki #yandere!inarazaki #yandere inarazaki x manager reader #platonic yandere #yandere inarazaki x reader #yandere haikyuu

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starsofmilos · 1 year

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You Drew Stars Around My Scars (Adrian Chase x reader)

Request: I think Adrian kinda a touch starve person, since people think he's weird so maybe not many people like to be near with him? Which make him a touch starve?. So could u write a reader who's make the first move to touch him in innocent way, like kissing his hand nor his forehead something simple like that??

So I read a lot of fics having touch starved reader and as much as I love that. I’ve always wanted to write a fic or see a fic where Adrian was the one who was touch starved so I was excited to receive this request

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Warnings: fluff, mentions of sex, mentions of violence, small amount of angst

“Dude why don’t you just ask her out?”

Chris spoke out seeing Adrian eyeing you once again. Adrian turned giving him a small confused look.

“What do you mean? Why would I do that?”

“You’re joking right?”

Adrian scoffed chuckling a bit. The idea of asking you out was so funny to him. As if you’d ever say yes especially to him. Besides it’s not like he liked you.

Right?

“Dude you’re so obviously attracted to her and she feels the same way. You could see it. I’m tired of all your guys stupid sexual tension so just ask her out.”

“Okay first of all there is no tension. Second of all, Y/N does not like me that way. I mean you’ve said it yourself no girl would ever willingly date me.”

“That was a joke because let’s be honest you’re kinda annoying most of the time dude and Y/N tolerates you. She actually enjoys your company and goes out of her way to look for you.”

“No she doesn’t.”

“Yes she does. Anytime we come back from a mission or we get separated from each other and we regroup, you are the first person she looks for. If you’re not there, you’re the first person she asks for. I’m telling you I could tell chick digs you.”

Adrian rolled his eyes, “Why should I believe you? How do I know this isn’t some stupid prank you’re trying to pull on me?”

“It’s not. I’ve admitted I’m a bit of an asshole at times, but I wouldn’t try to screw you out of a friendship. If I didn’t think she liked you then I wouldn’t be telling you to ask her out.”

Chris gave Adrian a grin as they both looked back to you. You did look especially pretty tonight. Adrian thought so at least.

You wore that one outfit that Adrian swears is his all time favorite. Made your eyes and smile pop more as he described it.

He smiled as you looked towards them giving them a small wave.

“Adrian...”

“What?..”

“I can feel the tension from across the room. Go to her.”

“But she’s relaxing I don’t need to go ruin that for her-”

“Shut up and go sit with her and maybe I don’t know grow a pair of balls and ask her out.”

Adrian flipped him off as he walked towards you. It was a simple little get together at Adrian’s place that they all planned to unwind. Everyone would leave by midnight, but you..

You always stood to help him clean up or just to hang out with him just to end up crashing on his couch. (More like his bed since he’d rather die than have you sleep on his uncomfortable couch.)

“Hey Adrian..lovely little shindig you planned here.”

“Ah thanks all it costed me was thirty bucks.” You laughed a bit as he took a seat across from you. Not to close, but also not far.

“I could tell great idea getting digorno pizza. instead of ordering a couple. It’s not delivery.” You winked not noticing as Adrian grew flustered.

He laughed nervously rubbing the back of his head. “So did you plan on spending the whole party sitting in the corner?”

“No I was waiting for you to join when you wanted. I always wait for you Adrian.” You gave him a small smile. Adrian grinned as you sat up a bit more.

Adrian admired your smile as you fiddled with your water bottle. So maybe he did like you more than he’d care to admit.

You just confused him and kinda scared him.

No one had ever made him feel the way you feel. Whenever he was around you, his heart felt full, his palms would get sweaty and he felt breathless. He never felt this way around anyone before.

He’d gone his whole life believing he wasn’t capable of feeling anything like this. He thought he didn’t need it. It was a superficial thing. He didn’t need anyone else but himself.

Adrian couldn’t even remember the last time he intimately held hands with someone. He didn’t even quite know what that intimacy felt like.

With you though, he wanted to know. He wanted to be held and not just used as a quick fuck. He wanted to be himself and know what it felt like to be held or just to hold.

He wanted you close.

He wanted you next to him. He craved your touch even though he’d never experienced it. He just knew you would be the best person to hold or be held by..

You scared him in the best way possible.

The idea of one person bringing all of that out of him was fucking terrifying.

You smiled softly standing up wanting another drink of water. “If you wanna wait for me you can, but I want a refill.”

Adrian’s eyes shut as you ran your hand through his hair walking by him. His own hand reached out for yours as you passed by wanting to hold it, but he didn’t.

As the night progressed and the more people drank. You and Adrian sat closer and closer to each other. Still not touching but close enough that if you wanted to lean on his shoulder you could.

And you did.

Adrian’s breath hitched as your head leaned on him shutting your eyes. He glanced down seeing your hand reach out for his. He held it open as it a silent invitation to hold it if you wanted.

God did he want you too.

You didn’t notice it though.

“I’m starting to get tired..Do you mind if I spend the night Adrian? I don’t wanna drive when I’m this tired.”

“You know you are more than welcomed to spend the night. Besides you did drink a bit I don’t want you driving at all.”

“I only had two beers. Rest of the night has been water. Didn’t wanna get stupid drunk like Peacemaker over there.”

Adrian glanced over chuckling a bit seeing that Chris was indeed stupid drunk. You laughed a bit seeing Chris tumbling over his words to Emilia.

“Not our problem, Adebayo said she’d get him home.” You pointed to Adebayo trying to hide Chris’s drink.

“Last time I drove him home, he just kept yelling at me and threw up in my car so I said I wouldn’t do it again for a while.”

“Good only person who could vomit in your car is me.”

“Yeah it is only you. I’ll clean up your vomit and you any day Y/N.”

“How sweet. Might be one of the nicest things anyone has ever said to me.”

“I try.” Adrian eyed your lips as you stared up at him. You grinned seeing his dumbstruck look.

“Why do you look dumb? What’s got you all bothered?”

“What? Nothing. Why?”

“I know you Adrian. I can see there’s something on your mind. Now spill.”

“It’s nothing.” You shook your head as he laughed a bit.

“Not nothing don’t give me that bull shit.”

“You really wanna know what’s on my mind?”

“I do. I always wanna know what’s on your mind.”

“Do you really?” Adrian teased as you huffed.

“Yes. I’m sure you idiot.”

“I really really and I mean really wanna kiss you..” You grew quiet staring up at him with shock. You didn’t think Adrian would say this.

“But I can’t and I won’t. It would ruin our friendship and make everything weird. Chris kinda got into my head tonight too saying there’s some tension between us and I said no because why would their be? You’re...Shit man you’re so special and beautiful so how could their be tension with me? Me of all people.”

“Adrian..”

“Man I’m rambling now aren’t I? I didn’t mean too. Sometimes it all just spills out without me meaning too. Let’s change the subject, I’m kinda surprised Chris didn’t bring Eagly with him. I love Eagly-”

“Adrian I’ve never said this to you before but shut up.” He looked down at you in shock. You grabbed his arm picking it up to snuggle into him.

“First of all so it’s not on your mind, Chris did bring Eagly. He’s outside though on the roof. Second of all you could ramble as much as you want to me and I’ll listen-”

“You just said for me to shut up-”

“I’m not done...Adrian...I really really and I mean really want you to kiss me too..”

Adrian stared down at you in shock. “But it would change things and probably make it weird-”

“I want weird with you. I love weird with you. You say I’m special..Adrian Chase you’re the nicest weirdo I’ve ever met and I want nothing more than for you to make it weird between us. Cause if you don’t I will.”

“I-I- um..I wasn’t expecting this at all. I think I need a moment.” You laughed wrapping your arms around him.

“Take your time. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Okay...lemme think about this..” You nodded shutting your eyes in content against him. You leaned up kissing his cheek softly not knowing how that small gesture made his brain short circuit.

“You’re killing me here.” He glared at you.

“All I did was kiss your cheek dummy.”

“Fuck you.” You grabbed his hand playing with it as he continued trying to glare at you.

Everyone began to clear out of the house each of them going home except for you and Adebayo who had to drag Chris to her car.

Chris laughed as Adrian helped her get him in the car. You stood watching them from a small distance.

“Dude y-you gotta just do it okay.” Adrian grimaced as Chris burped. “Ask her out!”

“Okay I will not shut up and let me buckle you up!”

“Y/N you hear that! He’s gonna ask you out!” You laughed as Adrian resisted the urge to punch his drunk best friend.

“Shut up!”

“Oh did you not want her to know yet?!”

“Adebayo please get him home.” Adrian slammed the door as she laughed a bit nodding her head.

“I will.”

Adrian sighed approaching you. You rubbed your arms cold as the night air pinched at your skin. Adrian shrugged off his sweater throwing it over you.

“Can’t have you be cold now huh?”

“I don’t need it. Spending the night still if that’s okay.”

“Yeah why wouldn’t it be?” You giggled deciding to tease him a bit.

“Might make things weird between us.” Adrian rolled his eyes.

“That’s fine. I want weird between us.” You stepped forward grabbing his hand tentatively holding it firmly.

“Good.”

“You know you’re probably the first girl or well person to ever want to willingly hold my hand. A lot of people really don’t wanna approach me.”

“Well that’s sad. Who could look at you and not wanna just hold you?” Adrian laughed a bit shaking his head letting you lead him back inside.

“So does this mean we’re dating.” He asked as you led him to his room.

“I don’t know ask me out.”

“Oh fuck fine! Y/N will you go out with me?” You grinned widely nodding.

“Yeah I will..Gotta say though this is kinda forward taking me to bed before dinner.”

“Shut up.” Adrian pulled you to him not holding you but having you close. You noticed his hesitancy to touch you. He wanted too.

You wanted him too, but it was obvious Adrian never had been intimate like this with someone. Not the sex intimate, but the I wanna hold you till I’m out of breath intimacy.

So you grabbed his cheeks admiring his face. Every small detail. He relaxed as your thumb ran across a small scar he had on his cheek.

He smiled as you pulled his head down softly kissing his forehead. You kissed his forehead, cheek and let his head go only to grab his hand to lay a gentle kiss on it.

“Adrian..I know you usually let me have your bed and you take the couch, but tonight do you think it’d be okay to share a bed with me?”

“Are you sure?..” He whispered out scared that this would all end up being one big joke on him.

“I’m sure..”

“Okay..We can share a bed..”

You grinned as he walked away beginning to strip for his pajamas. You followed suit borrowing a shirt of his to sleep in. Adrian admired you as you laid next to him bed.

“Can we..Can I..” He struggled a bit to voice out what he wanted. Adrian Chase was speechless for once in his life.

You knew what he wanted though. You always knew.

“Yeah..yeah we can. Is this okay?” Adrian let you lay on his chest before wrapping his arms around you.

“It’s more than okay..”

Within a couple minutes he fell asleep. You fell asleep after throwing your leg around his waist both you entangling yourselves around the other.

The next morning you awoke feeling warm. Adrian had completely latched onto you. You smiled feeling his arms tighten around you when you tried to move.

“Adrian..”

He hummed as you ran your hands through his hair. “I gotta pee.”

“Okay..pee.”

“No! I’m not peeing here idiot!”

“Well I don’t know how you’re gonna go then because I’m not letting you go. I don’t think I’ll ever let you go..”

You pulled his face away from your neck where he had it buried in.

“I’m gonna go pee-” Adrian groaned shaking his head. You grabbed his face planting a soft kiss on his head so he could let you go. He relaxed more loosening his grip letting you wiggle free.

“I’ll be back!”

“You’re no fair!!!”

Adrian sat up jumping a bit as you ran back in throwing yourself on the bed. “That was fast.”

“Told you I would be...Do you think we could go out today? On a date?”

“Fuck I was gonna ask you...Y/N do you think I could have another hug?”

“You don’t gotta ask. Wanna cuddle then go out for breakfast?”

“Is that our date?” Adrian wiggled his eyebrows. You nodded gripping his shoulders to help yourself up.

“Yeah..it is...to seal the deal I’m gonna kiss you now okay?”

“Okay...”

Adrian eyed your lips nervously as you leaned in placing a soft kiss on his lips. He smiled chasing your mouth when you pulled away.

“Was that good?”

“More. Give me more please.” You laughed kissing him again laying down with him on the bed.

Adrian couldn’t stop kissing you. He kissed your lips, cheeks, forehead.

Nothing could beat this.

#adrian chase #fanfiction #adrian chase x reader #vigilante fanfiction #adrian chase x you #vigilante x reader #fanfic #vigilante peacemaker #peacemaker #adrian chase peacemaker

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readbyred · 1 year

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You're writing for the new TD? That's fun! I cannot wait to see more of it 🫶 Would it be possible for if you wrote about contestants that have no dating experience and ask their fellow contestants for flirting advice and strategy? I think this would be especially fun with contestants like Zee, Priya and so on! Thank you if you're writing this! 👐

I already like you anon, that’s a good req. I’ll do a part two if u want, with all contestants even. But for now I have only a few cause some just fit the prompt more/I have an idea for them. So those will b: priya, zee, axel, scary girl, ripper, chase. If you think I have a fav team - you’re totally right haha

Also I hope I understood correctly. If not I can redo it. Like, the character is into sbd (reader) and they ask their friend for advice, yeah?

-> Priya

We all know that her whole thing is being prepared, setting goals and reaching them. Whether it’s Total Drama or med school, she has it all figured out. But there was never any camp or class on having a crush. That’s why, when she realises that she has one, she goes to Millie for help. She has a way of looking at having one as if it’s a task she needs to accomplish, a challenge to win. Needless to say - it didn’t do much. Her crush might not even know she likes them at that point. So to stop herself from making things worse, she confided in her best friend. Millie, as a fan of traditional values above all, thinks that being kind and honest about her feelings is the way. To help Priya overcome her nerves, she proposes that she should get used to her crush by being around them in a group setting. Also, as she states, chivalry can do wonders. After a few days Priya did get more comfortable around her crush, even if only a little. Any time they need help - she’s there! Even if it’s just opening doors. As they get more comfortable with each other, she’ll even propose training them. After all, Millie said that the power of true classical romance can conquer all

-> Zee

As much of an easy going guy as Zee is, he does get a tiny bit worked up about his crush. There never was much of a desire to get into a relationship. Although he is a private person, he does mention some of his feelings to Chase and Ripper. Ah, my sweet summer child. That poor guy had no idea. As soon as they hear him mention having a crush, their eyes light up and they have him sit down, so that they can tell him EXACTLY what to do. They swarm him with incoherent advice, talking one over the other. They see this as their way to show off their incredible game. Of which they have arguably none. They make a ‘game plan’ for Zee, but half of it goes over his head. The other half of information still deals massive damage though. So every time he talks with his crush he pulls those weird moves that do nothing but confuse both parties. He mixes up the pick-up lines, makes multiple failed attempts at the yawn-thing and doesn’t even really get how those things are supposed to improve anything. Imo he’s too chill to really go all out and try to win sbd over in any dramatic way. And acting like somebody different is against his own beliefs. So he only ever listens to their advice if he thinks that it will make his crush happy. That’s for the best to be honest because Chase would be projecting his feelings for Emma and living through Zee’s situation. And I can see Ripper totally quoting some date coach he watches, like, build your crush up and then destroy them to show them who’s boss, don’t smile at women to make them think they have to work for it, compare them to other people. Thankfully it doesn’t work bc it’s Zee we’re talking abt, he wouldn’t. So, good on him. And his crush.

-> Axel

My girl definitely takes her time to realise she might need help. At first she would be trying to impress her crush with her survival skills. But showing up with wild animals half cooked on a stick or leaving trinkets at their shoes might not be the best idea to get her point across. This girl’s like a cat fr! I feel like she would maybe ask Nichelle since she always seems so confident and Axel is one of the only contestants that isn’t intimidated by her fame. Asking her might sound like a good idea, but uhm,, it’s very hit or miss. She doesn’t actually have much dating experience and just like with being athletic - she’s better at talking than at doing. But if anyone can advise Axel how to approach people- it’s her. The key to get to know her crush. She advises Axel to approach it like a task, like learning a new role. Observe, maybe ask their friends or them is she’s not sure about something. Ask them questions about themselves too. It’s not too romantic but it works.

-> Lauren

I’m not sure how badly the things would have to get for her to ask anybody for help. Her methods are… uncanny to say the least. She’s not above tormenting her crush for the hell of it. Actually, it might be her favourite thing to do. But it doesn’t get her far. That’s where Priya comes in. Since they became friends she would feel a bit more comfortable asking Lauren about the whole… situation. She’d be glad to help (despite having very little experience herself) but I can’t imagine Scary girl jumping on the chance. After some time she would give in though, if her crush gets too scared of her. Priya would try to get Lauren to open up more and it’s probably terrifying for all parties involved. But in the end she does convince her eerie friend to at least try to hint to the person that she’s interested in them romantically and will NOT hunt them down for sport (most likely). It’s Scary Girl we’re talking about so it’s about as romantic as it gets

-> Ripper

Just like he said, he has tons of experience and kissed a lot of girls. He’s just… unused to caring about one person. Yeah! Bc, yk, usually he keeps a rotation of hot chicks. No need to get all worked up over one girl that he could very easily have. Still, he does ask Chase for advice. Because he’s a bro and because he’s more so the type to get with someone long term. So, perhaps if his crush proves to be worth it, he might need help with starting his first serious relationship. Ripper’s idea of getting his crush to like him back is to get rich and/or famous. Then they will find him hot. If he’ll have money then he’ll be attractive and cool. Right? Well, Chase does entertain the idea but also tries to get his bro to rizz his crush a little earlier than after they all leave the show. It’s not like he has to ask him long, Ripper has a collection of lines straight from his favourite alphalpha pick up artist podcast and is ready to use them. Chase mostly just hypes him up. But also advises him against things like, yk, farting or talking about human waste (which should be a given but isn’t). Though Ripper is on the fence about it I can see him listening to the advice depending on how his crush reacts to those things. Also Chase tries to be his wingman. Which completely blows his cover, if his crush didn’t know Ripper liked them before - they sure will after Chase gets involved

-> Chase

Now, Chase has definitely been in a relationship. But realistically speaking it could have been his first and only one. And though he’s great, objectively his crush might not jump on the chance to be with him. Like, he’s not rly, yk, emotionally mature. Also, like, he did pee himself/right on the sidewalk on a date bc he couldn’t hold it and that seemed like the best option. Would sell his crush for pizza too. But! He is persistent. And strangely charming in his own failboy way. Still, if puppy dog eyes and following his crush around doesn’t work then he will ask his bros. It will either go great or very very badly. Because Zee could genuinely have some decent advice. And it’s not that Ripper can’t get good ideas. But I feel like he would get really focused on proving his experience with girls and not on actually helping. All in all at least Chase isn’t shy about his feelings, because the flirting advice he is given varies in quality. But at least his crush will know how he feels ig

#listen I’m not even clowning on the podcasts #I listen to some on yt myself even if I can’t really say I need all advice #like yk for dating bc it’s rly gendered #I’m more so expanding on the satire that is his character like ik he’s a parody of the type of guys that often even the hosts of these shows #disagree with #x reader #fanfic #imagine #x y/n #total drama x reader #tdi x reader #td x reader #Priya x reader #axel x reader #zee x reader #scary girl x reader #chase x reader #ripper x reader

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dyns33 · 1 year

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The transfer

A Bruce Wayne x female cop being soulmates.

I was too tired to reread and check all my English mistakes, sorry !

Y/N didn't ask to be transferred to the Gotham City Police Department.

Some of her former colleagues said it must have been a mission, because she was a good cop, talented and with integrity, the kind of cop that Gotham seemed to need. Others said it was a punishment, because she was too good and too honest, scaring some who wanted to get rid of her.

Y/N decided to believe it was fate when she met Bruce Wayne.

After all, it was always fate when two soulmates met.

There had been an attempted break-in at the Wayne Tower, the residents had been able to scare the burglar away, but the housekeeper had been very scared, the butler was just getting out of the hospital, and the owner was someone importantly, so several police officers had been sent to the scene to check that they were no longer at risk.

Y/N didn't know Gotham at all. She hadn't really cared about it, except the crime rate, and the neighborhood she had moved to. She only knew some her new colleagues, especially Jim Gordon and Ramirez.

It was a shock to meet Bruce Wayne. An honor according to Ramirez, who seemed to admire the man from afar.

"Hello... I'm Agent Y/N Y/L/N.", she introduced herself shyly, looking the man in the eye, as she was taking the statement from Mr. Pennyworth and his boss.

The one she thought was her soulmate looked at her too, before lowering his eyes without saying anything. His butler answered all her questions, then he thanked her for her kindness, before accompanying his master to his room.

Bruce Wayne didn't look at her a second time.

Returning to the station, Y/N tried to persuade herself that he was in shock. It could be difficult to meet his soulmate under such circumstances, and he might need time. Or it wasn't the right Bruce Wayne.

She didn't think about it for a while, especially after meeting the Batman.

It didn't seem to shock many people to see a guy dressed as a giant bat walking around town and fighting crime. Well, some cops wanted to arrest him, but others saw him as an ally.

Jim Gordon was one of those threads. And Jim Gordon was a good cop, so Y/N decided to trust him.

"He can be a little weird, rude, stubborn and quiet, but he helps us a lot. It's not easy to keep peace and security in this city, and even though he's an outlaw, he doesn't never killed anyone, so..."

"It still wouldn't be good for everyone to start imitating him."

"You don't know the Riddler, it's obvious."

"The what ?"

"You're new."

Gordon was right, he was silent. Rude. Appearing in shadows, speaking little, with his deep voice. The costume might have been ridiculous, but Y/N could understand that the criminals were afraid of him.

The beginnings were complicated, because the Batman did not trust people easily. Like Bruce Wayne, or so it seemed.

Several times, Y/N tried to communicate with him, under the pretext of the progress of the case, but each time, it was the governess or the butler who answered her. They looked sorry, which didn't help her to know if she had found her soulmate or not.

Her teammate, Martinez, taught her more about the Waynes. About what happened when the family came home from the theater. Y/N hadn't thought to inquire on her own, she found it inappropriate. This allowed her to understand Bruce Wayne a little better, and to decide to give him more time.

During this time, she began to get to know the Bat better.

They were working on cases more and more often. The masked vigilante seemed to gradually accept the presence of the new policewoman, even if he remained a man of few words.

According to Gordon, he had spoken to her more than to anyone since his arrival, more than two years ago.

"Jim will end up being jealous."

"Why ? He's still my favorite mustachioed cop."

"I'll tell him you said that."

"He won't believe you." said Batman with a smile in his voice, despite his impassive face.

After several months, Y/N ended up taking stock of her situation. Gotham's crime rate remained hopelessly the same despite their best efforts. She was starting to like Batman a lot. And Bruce Wayne still hadn't contacted her.

One day when she felt particularly depressed because of her job, she went to the Wayne Tower, where she was greeted by Alfred. The butler doesn't seem to believe for a second her excuse regarding the investigation, which had long been abandoned for lack of evidence.

He was still nice to her, letting her talk. It was then that Bruce walked down the hall. Their eyes met, he paused for a moment, surprised, but visibly recognizing her, before leaving as quickly as he had appeared. His butler apologized for him. Y/N was then certain of two things that day. Bruce Wayne was her soulmate, and he didn't want her.

It was rare to be rejected. Most of the time, your soulmate would either die or you never had the chance to meet them. But rejection ? Horrible.

However, she had to accept the situation and move on. Y/N always had a goal, her job. And Batman.

It was probably a stupid mistake to get attached to a man she knew nothing about, except his mouth and his voice. That she didn't see more than an hour, from time to time, to talk about crimes. But in her loneliness and despair, he was the only person who brought her some joy.

He wasn't as rude as Gordon had said when she kissed him. It was one evening, after a long case. Y/N was very tired. She wanted to go home and sleep. He had come to collect clues, he had noted that she was not well, and contrary to his habits, he had stayed when he had had what he wanted. Almost shyly, he asked if there was anything he could do. And without thinking, she kissed him.

"... No. Y/N, no." he said kindly, pushing her away before leaving through the window.

They didn't talk about it again. Y/N tried not to be heartbroken for the second time in less than a year. It was stupid.

She thought she understood why the Bat had done this when she saw him with the thief who disguised herself as a cat. They seemed close. Very close.

It wasn't normally proper to talk about other people's soulmates. Soulmates were a private thing. But after almost a year in this city where justice did not work, after being rejected, having lost sleep, having worked with a vigilante, Y/N didn't care a bit about what was proper or not.

"Is she your soulmate ?"

"Who ?"

"The Cat ?" Y/N asked without looking at him, focused on the last crime scene photos they were studying together.

She felt Batman's gaze on her, that dark, piercing gaze. He said nothing for a long moment, which she interpreted as a confession, and a demand that she not continue talking about it.

"... No." he eventually admited.

"No ? I thought so."

"No."

"Okay. Sorry."

They continued to work in silence, but she could feel that he wasn't as relaxed as before, not as focused, still staring at her instead of thinking about the series of murders they wanted to solve.

"Have you met your soulmate ?" She couldn't help but ask.

"... Maybe."

"I'm not looking to find out your identity, if that's what you're worried about. I'd be glad if you met them. You deserve some happiness and calm in all this darkness."

This time, he was totally looking at her. Y/N forced herself not to turn around, as if she didn't feel he was staring at her gravely.

"Afterwards, it doesn't matter if you haven't met them yet. It's easier when you're alone, I guess. And you must be afraid that they won't understand, or that they will in danger."

"... A bit."

"Nobody's ever really safe. And if they're your soulmate, they'll understand. It's hard, but they'll understand. Anything can be accepted out of love, like... Like rejection."

It was official, they weren't going to finish this case tonight. Y/N couldn't concentrate at all, trying not to cry thinking about Bruce.

"Don't reject your soulmate if you meet them, please. It hurts, a lot."

"... You were rejected ?" he asked, as if he didn't believe it.

"Yes. But he has his reasons. He's had… a tough life."

"... Maybe it's not rejection. Maybe he's scared, and he's not good with people."

"It's a certainty, but I still waited almost a year, I know when I'm not wanted. Sorry, it's late."

Batman didn't try to hold her back. He said nothing about her tears, or the ongoing investigation. Y/N was a little disappointed. Even if he had tried to reassure her, she would have wanted more. That he asked her to stay, that he told her that he loved her, that he went on the window of her apartment while she was preparing tea.

Instead, someone knocked on her door, and it wasn't him.

"... Mister Wayne ?" she wondered when she saw him in front of her, holding roses.

"I know it's late. For everything. I wanted to apologize and... Invite you ?"

"Invite me ? Where ? When ? You don't sound sure ?"

"... I don't know. I never invited anyone."

Bruce Wayne looked as adorable as he was vulnerable in that moment, lost, as he stared down at her feet as he handed her the flowers, whispering that it was for her. Y/N couldn't do anything but invite him in, since he didn't know how.

"Your place is small." he noted, surveying her apartment.

“Thanks.”

"No, I mean... It's fine."

"Don't take this the wrong way, but why now ?" she asked without hatred or detour.

"I... I didn't know if it was a good idea, before. I'm losing everyone. They're hurt. I didn't mean to... But you've been here for a year now. You're a good cop. A good person. I wish... I wish I got to know you better."

She didn't ask him how he knew that, asking him if he wanted something to drink, coffee or tea. He demanded what kind of tea, and when she replied real tea, he muttered that Alfred would love her, which made her laugh.

A car passed in the street. The lighting in the apartment wasn't strong, so Bruce's mouth was brighter than the rest of his face for a moment, a brief moment, during which Y/N froze on his lips. Lips that seemed familiar, like that voice and those dark eyes. She thought back to what he had said about fear.

They looked at each other without moving, Y/N trying to hide what she had just understood, and Bruce seemed to be waiting for her to say it.

"So... Tea ?"

"Coffee, thank you."

"Sugar ?"

"No, thanks."

"Oh. Black. Like the suit. Alright."

She had said that as a test, but mainly to make a joke, and lighten the atmosphere. After all, she could be wrong, she was very tired, and very attracted by her soulmate as by the Bat.

A hand on her shoulder made her turn around as she picked up two cups, and there was no longer any doubt when he kissed her. Y/N had already kissed this man.

Bruce Wayne was Batman. Her soulmate. Who she'd been working with for a year, who she'd had a weird relationship with for months, and who hadn't said anything the whole time.

She could have been upset, but it was hard when he was looking at her with that apologetic, scared puppy look. Not good with people, that's what he had said. It was terribly obvious when she wanted to kiss him again, but his attention was already elsewhere, fixed on the window.

"... I have to go." he sighed, gently pushing her away. "... Thanks for the coffee."

He added nothing. Batman had never been talkative, there was no reason for Bruce to be much more so. He didn't ask her when they were going to see each other again, he would probably find her the following night at the police station. He didn't give her his number either.

In the sky, the Batsignal lit up the clouds, a message for the criminals, and for him. If Y/N wanted to see him, she already knew how.

Despite everything, she showed up the next morning at the Wayne Tower, welcomed by an Alfred who was too smiling for him not to already know, who offered her tea and homemade buicuits, before going to fetch his master.

"He is not morning person, but it must be said that he sleeps little." said Alfred, returning to sit beside her.

"It must not be easy for you."

"You have no idea, my dear. I hope you can help me."

"I can try, but he's known to be weird, rude, quiet and stubborn."

"It is the least we can say !"

"I knew you weren't supposed to meet." Bruce muttered as he entered the living room. "Don't plot against me."

"It's not a conspiracy if you know about it."

"Alfred..."

"We will talk later." whispered the butler with a mischievous smile. "Master Bruce, don't sigh, come back and eat a bit with Miss Y/L/N !"

Y/N tried not to laugh as Bruce acted like a child. With this new perspective, he sometimes acted like Batman, but he seemed more mature because of the mask, showing no emotion when Jim spoke to him like Alfred.

He came over to her, muttering a shy hello, taking a seat on her right to chew on two blueberries, before letting his hand slide against the chair, one of his fingers touching her hand.

A year ago, Y/N arrived in Gotham, a dark, hopeless city where she didn't know anyone. At that moment, thinking about her job, her co-workers, and her ridiculously adorable soulmate who fought crime at night disguised as a giant bat, she thought she couldn't have asked for a better transfer.

#the batman #bruce wayne #bruce wayne x you #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne fanfiction #batman x reader #batman fanfiction

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sutherkins · 10 months

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living on the same floor as peter and always brushing past him in the hallway…one day ur doing laundry and only ur sexy lingerie that you literally never get to wear is clean and you walk past him and hes holding his own clean laundry walking back to his apartment. when ur cleaning ur like oh damn i need to wash the clothes im wearing and ur like well fuck ill have to be half naked if i wash them rn but u dont want to make another trip so you lock the door to the room and strip until ur just in the lingerie and ur playing games on ur phone while ur laundry is going but at some point theres a knock on the door and you jump and your phone falls on the ground. you realize when you go to pick it up that you’re literally in your underwear and have nothing to cover yourself with. you rush to the door making sure it stays locked and ask who it is. “uh, peter from four two three”. ur like “oh christ” because its the hot guy who lives a couple doors down from you that you always walk past in the hall and your forehead leans forward to hit the door because of course out of everyone it could be outside the door it just had to be him. peters like “are you okay?” and ur like “well to be completely honest im only in my underwear and my laundry still isnt done and i literally have nothing to cover myself with”. peter laughs and ur like “its not funny you jackass!” but peter tells you he isnt laughing at you. hes laughing because he was just doing laundry and he thinks he left something in the dryer. you’re a little 🤔 cause why does that matter? you even ask him so. he tells you “well, i was coming to get it but seeing as how you clearly need it more you can borrow it until your laundry is done”. u ask him what it is and its just a pair of sweats but ur like its better than nothing so u ask him if hes sure its okay for you to borrow them and hes like of course its okay im the one who offered. so u put em on and they feel so warm from just being in the dryer and ur like “these are awesome!” because “are mens sweatpants made differently? these are so much more comfortable than mine.” peter starts to laugh and immediately stops when you abruptly unlock and open the door and he almost falls on you but catches himself on the doorway and for a moment he was basically face to face with ur chest in the sexiest bra u own and whipped his body back up so fast because oh my god its the pretty girl from down the hall and you’re literally wearing his clothes and a red lacey bra and he’s suddenly wondering of the bottom half matches the top. ur looking at him like you know he looked at your chest and its because you do. most guys do it and have been for years so it doesnt surprise you anymore. what does surprise you is how nervous he looks. you may have a big chest but you’ve never thought you were intimidating, let alone pretty enough for anyone to be nervous around you. now You get nervous and cross your arms to cover yourself.

“thanks for letting me borrow these. i promise i’ll wash and return them.”

“don’t worry about it” he thinks about telling you that you can keep them but worries thats too weird to say since neither of you have really ever talked so instead he asks if you wanna borrow his sweatshirt just in case others end up showing up in the laundry room. as nervous as you are about wearing even more of his clothes you’d rather be nervous about that than having others in your building see you in just sweats a a bra, especially the one you were wearing. so you agree and while hes taking it off the shirt hes wearing underneath rides up a bit and you see some skin 👀 no ones ever been this nice to you especially someone this attractive and you’re actually really grateful to put on the sweatshirt and be fully covered again. when its on you repeat what you said earlier about mens clothes being more comfortable than womens and that even your comfiest sweatshirts arent as nice as his. peter blushes from your words and also from seeing you head to toe in his clothes. you’re still marveling at how much better it feels and peter just smiles sooo wide. “thanks for this, peter. im sure this isnt how you planned your trip to the laundry room going but i appreciate it anyways” peter tells you its really no problem and that hes happy to help. he ends up leaving to go back to his place while you stay and wait for your laundry (you don’t need to stay, but its a nice excuse to get out of your apartment for a little bit). when you’re done you dont take off peters clothes and load your basket with your now clean clothes and make your way back to your floor. when youre walking down the hall to your door, peter just comes out of his place in his work attire, a black suit, and your heart starts racing because he looks so so good and you’re still wearing the clothes he let you borrow even though you’re carrying a basket full of clean clothes that actually belong to you. you smile and tell him you’ll return his clothes tomorrow. he smirks but like the happy smiley kind because shes still wearing my clothes!!! and says “see ya tomorrow.”

#peter sutherland #peter sutherland x reader #peter sutherland x you #peter sutherland fanfic #peter sutherland fanfiction #the night agent fanfiction #the night agent fanfic #the night agent #sunshine boy #gabriel basso #i am high out of my mind #thought abt this and needed to write it in some way shape or form

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i’m late but for the ask game: armand 6, 8, 25

YIPPIE!! Thank u sm for sending this, I’ve been pretty severely injured lately and I woke up feeling so shit and sad, so getting this notif absolutely made my day. Armand !!! He is my favorite character in anything ever. I have literally never been so insane about a guy before. U picked some great questions so I’m super excited about this.

6. What's something you have in common with this character?

I identify strongly with Armand for a lot of weird little reasons. I think the root of it is transgender and autism stuff if I’m honest 😭 Im going to try not to get tooo personal 👍👍 but I will let’s be honest, I will get personal. I can relate to being fetishized and characterized for my sort of androgynous/pretty/boyish appearance while I feel like how I look doesn’t truly reflect who I am as a person. I definitely get the struggle of being demeaned and treated like a child bcus of the juvenile ish appearance transitioning can give you. I also can relate to being demeaned and treated like a child because of my social awkwardness (due to autism) that causes many ppl to assume I’m unintelligent or immature, need to be treated gently or talked to slowly, etc. I see these parts of myself reflected in Armand ofc in different more vampiric ways, and having a character who is infantilized and talked down to while also fetishized and sexually exploited for a perceived innocence that isn’t reflective of who he really is at all, a guy who is also very strange and awkward and doesn’t act right, who is also simultaneously very bad ass (imo lmao) in his shamelessness and his overtly violent and freak of nature attitude, is weirdly very validating and empowering for me, lmao. He is like the weak shameful parts of myself if the weak shameful parts of myself had teeth. 👍👍👍 Yeah 😁😁😁😁 Armand 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

8. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?

lmfaooo, I’m so happy u picked this one bcus I love complaining and being a hater 😍 I am sorry in advance if I say anything that ruffles any bodies feathers, just bcus I don’t like these things ppl do doesn’t mean I don’t like the ppl who do them, y’all do u I’m not stopping u. Anyways.

I don’t enjoy how a handful of amc exclusive fans characterize Armand, because you can tell they rlly only understand him based on Wikipedia reads and his brief appearance in the show so far, which results in this sort of glaring simplification of his character in fan content. This wouldn’t rlly bother me if not for how prevalent it is 😭 like it’s genuinely difficult for me to find interesting and in character fanfic about Armand bcus so much of it is uniformed. The amc fandom sort of dominates the tvc fandom, it’s just so big. I don’t like when Armand is reduced to Louis’s new scary hot boyfriend/Lestat replacement/potential villain. It feels like he’s often perceived through this lens of a role in the story, like “hm this guy seems like a potential villain”, “no I think he’s a new love interest”, which is a conversation I find no appeal in at all considering you can’t fit the Armand I love into any of these narrative boxes. This isn’t rlly smth I have personal beef with bcus there’s no harm in fans of the show characterizing armand based on there limited knowledge while they wait for the next season, but for me it’s a pet peeve you know, as someone who rlly rlly likes armand a lot 😭.

(This is the exception to my no hate to u if u do this disclaimer btw, all the hate to u). on the subject of amc fans, I also often see this hostility towards fans of book Armand, where I’ll see amc fans talking about how perverse he is conceptually in the books and how gross ppl who like him are, which REALLY makes me very mad, because ok. Listen. Show armand is not a character yet, any and all things you enjoy about armand as of now as someone who hasn’t read the books are 1. How he looks. And 2. Things from the books that you apply to him in a new context. Assad’s performance, the people working on the show, the writers, everything that you base your enjoyment of armand in, is from the books 😭 But god forbid someone enjoy the source material over the hypothetical character who barely exists yet? God forbid someone do the same thing u do (take smth arguably morally dubious and interpret it in a way that u find interesting and compelling while acknowledging the morally dubious source material) just not in the context of an adaption. Ok. God forbid I enjoy and identify with an adult character trapped in the body of a child who is misperceived for his youth and sexually abused, it’s not like this is the same concept of beloved amc Claudia anyway. It’s also not like I am capable of enjoying something while criticizing it and disliking it’s flaws, and coming to conclusions based on critical thinking and analysis of concepts that may have been executed poorly, that I still admire and enjoy, bcus I am capable of complex thinking, and I don’t need to blindly enjoy every part of smth and perceive it as flawless to enjoy it. We all know that’s fake ! Anyways sorry for the angry rant 😭😭😭 moving on.

On a separate note, I also sometimes have beef with how fellow book armand fans portray him. This is small and sort of petty but it bothers me when Armand is drawn as like, very small and skinny. Maybe it’s bcus I head canon him as chubby and sort of cherub-built, maybe it’s bcus in TVA armand describes himself as strong in build and “not waif-ish”, but either or it does feel sort of wrong and off putting when I see Armand drawn as like, so small and petite that it’s emphasized. To me this reads as a missing of the point, if you will. An emphasis on physical qualities representative of innocence and youth that aren’t reflective of Armand’s character, only rlly how some other characters see him. I can often tell when an Armand fan enjoys him for the superficial qualities (eternally young, angelic looking, etc) over who he is, and it always encourages me to steer clear. I hope I’m making sense lol. This is also sometime present in fic but it’s more subtle and difficult to describe. Anyways

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

I was thinking about this yesterday! I was first introduced to Armand when I was maybe 11 or 12, my dad put on 94 interview with the vampire for me and my twin sister while he did work around the house etc. he started watching it with us (he loves 94 iwtv) but by the time Armand showed up at the half way point he got up and started doing other things, so my sister and I were alone in front of the screen. For some reason lost to time my sister and I were very excited about seeing Antonio Banderas, maybe because we knew him from Zorro, so in the aftermath of the buffoon scene with Santiago that we found really funny, when Antonio Banderas appeared on screen we were hyped tf up. We were so enthralled in the moment of his cunty ass entrance we started cheering and clapping and screaming 😭 I think shrieking ARMANNNDDD!!!! At the screen (with no knowledge of who armand even was) Till I started laughing to tears is in my top ten formative moments. My first viewing of iwtv was just like that 😭 there was smth in the water that had my sister and I loosing our fucking minds with excitement over that movie. Anyways, I only immersed myself into the fandom and got rlly into tvc just last year, when I read interview with the vampire (smth that’s always been in the back of my mind since my first viewing, I really did love that movie) and then the rest of tvc. When I was reading interview with the vampire I had that subconscious excitement over Armand’s half way point appearance brewing from the get go (every time my sister and I have watched iwtv together since we were 12 we’ve done the same screaming at the screen ritual for armand) so when I was re introduced to him I was instantly attached to him. I very quickly discovered how much I was enthralled by this guy, like by his first appearance and description it went from a weird little nostalgic affection to a “omfg I feel many inexplicably strong feelings for this guy”. He was just so magnetic and weird, I was intrigued by every thing about him, like Louis lol. I started drawing him a bunch b4 I’d even finished the first book, and by the time I was introduced to him in tvl he was my favorite character. Tvl really solidified my armand obsession, and queen of the damned made me the person I am today 😭 insane. I think my impression of him now should be obvious at this point 😔 he is my silliest guy every morning I wake up and he is the first thought in my mind I cry about him daily I worship him like he’s my god sometimes I see a blender and I am so overwhelmed with emotion I want to scream if a professional looked into my brain and saw all the armand in there they’d diagnose me with super mega autism. I like him a lot. 🫶

Thank you sm for sending this ask once again! I’m sorry it’s so long lol, hope my responses were interesting. This is the ask game in question for anyone who may potentially want to send me more asks: https://www.tumblr.com/nightcolorz/734243514562510848?source=share I would cry with joy if so.

#tvc #the vampire chronicles #vampire chronicles #vc #armand #The vampire armand #interview with the vampire #Iwtv #anne rice #Armand iwtv #armand tvc #armand vc #ask game

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theproblemcallednight · 4 months

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sending you akutagawa and/or bram for character ask game

hii soda!!!

k imma do both cuz im bored :D

ok it got rlly long so it’s under the cut:

akutagawa:

first impressions- tbh i thought he was a weird ass bitch who needed cough drops bc his lil villain cough was making no one but the butterflies scared. like his ability was rlly cool but i didn’t really get him at first. also his name took me ages to pronounce 😭😭

impression now- genuinely one of my fav characters!!! he’s such a guy y’know. a goofy little guy. but i do rlly like his backstory and how he persevered and fought through ever and still was a morally bad person. like i luv seeing characters i adore suffer to hell and back and then finally find some sort of broken peace with themselves. aku allowing himself to value his own wants and needs after fighting atsushi and seeing him grow as a character is just perfect. 10/10 i luv him my blorbo forever <3

favourite moment- anything in wan tbh. i know i just went on a heartfelt rant abt aku but. wan aku is the true star let’s be honest. i mean look at him. just stare into those soulless eyes.

idea for a story- uhhhhh i not very creative gimme a sec… i think him finding himself with a pet would be cool. yknow like he gets attached to some stray cat and then ends up taking it in. and i feel like it would force himself to see that he can be a good person and there is beauty in life. the cat may or may not resemble a certain someone

unpopular opinion- ummm idk rlly? i guess i hc him somewhere or the aro/ace spectrum but i dunno if that’s an u popular opinion

favorite relationship- right so obvi sskk bc i am unoriginal and one with the masses. but. i luv it when chuuya and aku have like a father son relationship. or even when gin and him get to just hang out and chill. i just luv the idea of aku constantly chasing dazais approval and chuuya being like “bitch i fucking raised you the mf left after a year”

fav headcannon- hmmmm prob the hc tha he can’t cook? like he can’t boil water even. i just find it funny that it’s like the one thingy dazai passed down to him. father son duo that can blow up your kitchen in five seconds.

bram:

first impressions- i was so exited when i saw the name bram stoker omg. i haven’t actually read dracula but i’ve heard enough to abt it that ik brams ability would be sick. and god i thought it was so cool. and also the fact that bram was just a shish kebab was sending me and i immediately loved him

impression now- still absolutely in live with him and his character. he’s just like the biggest mood in all of bsd. and his and aya’s relationship is so freaking cute i luv them sm

favourite moment- either when he says he’ll be aya’s knight at the end, or when aya’s like bram what do we do about the apocalypse he’s like “sleep in a hole for a couple centuries.” i would love to sleep in a hole for 200 years every time i had a problem. it would be great.

idea for a story- i think it would be rlly interesting if it was a college and no abilities au and him and mary shelly and adam were besties. like it would be great. they would be the besties fr

unpopular opinion- uh i dunno… i kind of think that he shouldn’t have gotten his body back? at least not when he did? like don’t get me wrong he slayed and saved aya and stuff. but i feel like tbh ere was so much to use with his shish kebab state. i don’t know i think it was underutilized

favourite relationship- oh def bramcraft or lovestoker or whatever it’s called now. bram and lovecraft are ancient yuri and i will die on that hill. they can be eldritch monsters together. and be ancient together. that being said i like kunikifa and bram more platonically. like they become friends through joint custody of aya. and it’s one big happy family

favourite headcannon- oh i don’t know where i saw this but i luv the idea of him using like a cane or mobility aids. for balance probably, but i think it would be so cool for bram to have a cane. he’d look badass with it. best part is he can bonk ppl with it :D

well that got long. but it was rlly fun!!! ty for the ask soda!!!

#i luv rambling about my blorbos #ty for letting me soda :D #bsd #bsd akutagawa #bsd bram #da hw answers

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Alert 1x06 “Tim and Amy” Review

hey everyone! here’s my review of the latest episode of Alert, 1x06 “Tim and Amy”

- so… dare i say it wasn’t horrible… dare i? cause honestly anything is better than whatever last weeks episode was i gotta be honest. but i didn’t think this episode was too bad. okay ya there’s some weird ass blips or whatever but it was pretty good for the track record of this show.

- i’m so happy keith’s finally in freaking therapy!! took way way too long but finally!! but ya the therapist is right, nikki and jason really do need some sessions, even if they’re not together, they need it as parents. we also got a bit more into keith’s kidnapping… kinda?… i hope it opens more conversations for him. also i don’t trust that new kid he’s friends with… idk he just has an odd vibe for me… we shall see!

- the case of the week was actually interesting and different and not weird as hell like last week! i was actually intrigued… weird! i gotta say tho… it might be a bit mean but… i wasn’t a fan of the actors for Tim and Amy (more Tim), im so sorry, they tried but i just don’t think it was it. but besides that, i thought the case was interesting with the new twist of physically going out into the wilderness and finding people. also side note but why doesn’t jason have an actual police issued gun or anything else besides that little pistol?!

- i gotta say tho… the beginning was promising, even th middle was good but what the hell happened at the end?! they were stuck in the cabin, mike was literally bleeding out, jason promises to get Cam and then bam!! they’re at headquarters! i feel like we missed a whole step there! like i get it, u can’t fit everything in but you have to plan that in the beginning and pace it out so u can show those moments! idk i just think i wanted more of how they physically got out and whatever happened to those guys who blew up. but ya it’s only 45 mins and it’s hard to fit everything in.

- i thought kemi’s story was interesting tonight… kinda a cool personal one for her to explore. my only thing about it is how would she 1) be allowed to work on a task force that specializes in missing people when she was literally kidnapped or something herself and 2) how does nikki not know, like doesn’t she have her file as the head of the missing persons unit? okay i’m definitely just being picky here lol! but her story is interesting… i just wish we could focus more on keith and that whole situation first before we get too deep into others.

- i’m sorry but what was going on with C? who was that girl? what? all of his storylines are such throwaway plot points!! like there was literally no need for any of that whole flirting (??) exchange to happen. i’m just so confused with that part, like are we ever gonna see that girl again? bruh!! stop wasting valuable TV time for nonsense storylines!!

- okay skipping back to the end… nikki somehow flew all the way out there in the middle of a storm after the search and rescue people literally said that they can’t go back out after they drop jason and mike off? okay, you know what i can look past that… but i can’t look past the bomb?!?! what?! how the hell did nikki just make a freaking bomb out of nothing!! what!! like where did that come from?! and then she goes on a whole ass speech about her life and idk being suicidal? huh? i get that shes trying to convince the bad guys that she would push the trigger but it was just so out of character for her idk. and then it’s never talked about again for the rest of the episode… like jason u heard the whole thing, don’t u think u should ask what that whole tangent was about!!

- on the other hand, i was a fan of jason showing off his first aid skills, he’s appreciated now! scott was great with that too, he took over the scene!

- i also wasn’t a fan of the reunion between mike and nikki… did it seem kinda awkward to anyone else?? okay so they’re back together.. can we just keep it that way! please! no more going back and forth, just pick a lane and go!! also idk if i like them together… that’s probs just me tho!

- side note: i do like the ending with jason talking to a therapist.. it’s a bit of character development for him just in one episode! okay i’m a fan! let’s see jason in therapy!

- i’m sad we didn’t see sidney… like where was she? and how did no one else really mention her? i’m kinda assuming she’s just living at jason’s house? but idk anymore! i also need to know more about june.. just what exactly is happening there?! it’s been a few episodes since we’ve last seen her! this is the problem with a lot of procedurals (or maybe just this show), they add a character/storyline in that is actually vital for the plot to move forward and then they don’t ever bring that character/storyline back!

- i really loved scott this week… he literally shined! yes i’m bias but he was really good this episode! i’m still not super impressed with dania.. sorry… her whole speech at the end when she had the bomb was just so weird to me… i think she tried to come across as angry or something but it just didn’t work for me. sorry dania. i like adeola role, she interesting! i liked ryan broussard this week, i thought he did good acting out being shot and everything else that comes along with that. i wasn’t a fan of C, i think it’s mainly because i don’t like the character of C and just don’t understand him. and then i really like the actor who plays keith, i think he’s bringing it most episodes!

okay once again, i’ve rambled on long enough! those are just my opinions… i’m definitely looking way too deep into this show but we only have a few episodes left so why not?! haha! and i like reviewing things, especially with scott being involved!

what did u guys think of this weeks episode? let me know if i missed anything!! i tried being more positive lol… not sure if it worked!! anyways, i luv reading other opinions!

#hawaii five 0 #scott caan #danny williams #alert #fox tv #alert on fox #dania ramirez #film #ryan broussard #bre blair #fivel stewart #tv review #Youtube

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Ayesha Liveblogs Mr. Unlucky Has No Choice But to Kiss

“[This introduction was all lies.]” Honestly, I was ready to abandon this show immediately based on the intro scene so I like that it’s a fake-out

“To prevent my bad luck from spreading, I don’t get close to anyone.” Fascinating that Kota’s method of choice for keeping people at bay is being unnaturally perky and kind

“Don’t tell me, Miki. You want a guy at that level?” “It’s fine, I have this [romantic charm bracelet] with me.” I feel like things are not going to go well for Miki

How does no one notice Kota glaring so intently at intervals LMAO??

I’m not sure what’s funnier, the fact that Kota was winding up a scream as the janitor approached him, or that the janitor would beeline for him despite the fact that’s not where he needs to go with the bucket

“Anyone would fall for him after hearing such words from that face. [...] This is dangerous.” I’m a little confused as why Kota is concerned, I thought he was Team Naoya’s Hot Face

“I was hoping we could stay together always.” What a bold thing to say to someone after hanging out with them one (1) time

Also. I made the mistake of thinking here Kota would be honest about why he wants to hang out with Naoya. Kota has already proven himself very emotionally dishonest

And that Naoya’s reaction to this request after their one (1) day of hanging out was “Yes, absolutely.” LMAO all in I guess

I appreciate that this show went, “You know how some other shows will play a will-they-won’t-they attitude to kissing for the entire series? Not us!! They’re going to kiss in the FIRST EPISODE.”

“But it’s either this or going back to my miserable days.” I DON’T GET U KOTA? Why are you acting like it’s such a burden to date this man that keep saying is hot and charming and who you also keep saying you could fall for? What’s the danger for u, it’s Naoya that doesn’t understand your motives for seeking out his company?

I like that Naoya’s friends are so fashionable. You rarely see side characters with such pronounced style. It’s fun

“I’ve decided. I have to stay with him no matter what. Even that means I have to break his trust.” 1) You’re already doing that. 2) Oh good, a conscience!

“I’m worried. I can’t let my boyfriend get sick.” Naoya is very sweet

What a funny paradox of Kota’s default personality being kind of grumpy and unhinged but Naoya’s good luck making him actually the giddy person he pretends to be

“Whoa, it’s like I made a friend,” said Kota, about the man he was literally dating

[Kota to himself] “Don’t forget. You’re only with him to escape your bad luck. Don’t let him pull you in!” This is such a weird angle to take

Why does Kota need emotional distance when he is the one instigating the deceit? It’s like a 90s romcom when someone dates a person because of a bet/dare and then they’re like “Oh man, I actually fell for them!” It’s not about you! You’re the one hurting someone LMAO WHAT THE HELL

Awww poor Naoya, he waited for an over an hour!!

The real question is if Kota’s luck is so severe, how does he get ANYWHERE like how does he get to school???

The vengeful deity watching over Kota, probably: I want this guy to suffer, but I draw the line at interfering with his education

Get you a boyfriend like Naoya who both takes initiative to plan things he thinks you might like AND leaves room for you to decide the other activities of the day

“Damn it. I’ve been taken in by his charm.” I must ask again, Kota, what’s your problem????????????? WHY IS THIS A PROBLEM FOR YOU?

Lol is this lottery result meant to depict that if Naoya and Kota are together they even out to a normal amount of luck

“I’ll take responsibility.” I understand this is a common phrase, but feels funny in the immediate aftermath of implying you want someone to come over to your place to hook up

“I’ll kiss your lips when you agree.” Naoya is literally like the perfect boyfriend so all of Kota’s comments abt distance and personal gain feel so mean-spirited kjhgkjhg

WAIT KOYA GOOGLING ‘DON’T MIND KISSING A MAN’ IS THE CENTRAL CONCEIT OF KOYA’S INTERNAL CONFLICT THAT HE DOESN’T WANT TO DO GAY STUFF? LMAO THAT’S SO STUPID. THAT’S SOOOO STUPID. YOU’VE BEEN TALKING FOR LIKE 40 MINUTES STRAIGHT ABOUT HOW HOT AND LOVABLE THIS GUY IS. OF COURSE YOU LIKE MEN. MY GOD.

Imagine if the next time I went on a date with a woman, if, for some reason, the topic of whether I was into women came up, I went, “Oh hell no.” I can’t emphasize enough how stupid this is jlkdjlkjdljdlj

“Basically, this rule states you want to return feelings of love.” [Internally] “Could it be the same with me? Is he trying to trap me with the reciprocity of attraction?” NO. YOU JUST LIKE MEN, DUDE. THAT’S IT

It’s a wonder no one ever notices the constant trainwreck of expressions on Kota’s face

“I’m the one who caused this misunderstanding.” No shit sherlock

You know. It speaks of some psychological implications that Naoya could not stand to have just normal luck at a lottery. Aren’t matching keychains their own (understated) gesture of affection?

“He cares so much about me, yet I’m only using him to escape my bad luck. I’m such an awful person. I’m the worst.” THIS IS WHAT I THOUGHT THE INTERNAL CONFLICT WOULD BE

You know, despite Kota’s constant internal complaining about being around Naoya for NO DISCERNIBLE REASON it is cute that he brought the penguin stuffed toy with him to stay at Naoya’s place. He didn’t want it to get waterlogged <3

This Sudden-Need-for-Cohabitation Situation really drives home the point that Kota needs to attend the Adachi School of Dealing with Your Magically-Complicated Romance

“Sensual? You have a scent for that?” Scensual pun was right there, it’s a shame it doesn’t translate

No show has ever made me feel insane in this specific way before. It’s like I’m being gaslit about Kota being attracted to this guy. Every thirty seconds Kota internally monologues about how perfect Naoya is, and then pretends like he’s being forced by the universe to think gay thoughts

I assume the motivation Naoya has for ignoring Kota so much is that he’s worried about moving too fast and scaring him

Update from like 10 minutes later: “Or rather, I can’t hold myself back.” I KNEW it would be this comment exactly, Naoya is in every way, Discount Kurosawa. Also, this seems like a very common JDrama response

“Laugh for me again.” “I can’t do it on command!” Okay, that’s cute, one (1) point to the writers

This scene has been quite A Lot and I wasn’t sure whether to laugh or say yikes but Naoya immediately waking up after being knocked unconscious and Kota screaming at Naoya’s nipples has really tipped the scales in favour of laughter

“Are my muscles too much?” Oh yeah, Naoya, it’s your muscles that are the problem here

“I bet he’s mad, for sure.” Nah Kota, I’m sure he gets punched and then nipple-screamed all the time

Yashiro is actually incredibly refreshing; it’s about time Kota has a friend, and maybe if Kota talks out his feelings about bad luck and boyfriends he’ll stop being so exhausting to listen to

“I’ll hang with you whenever you want to skip class.” Get u a friend like Yashiro

Awwww poor Naoya, I see these two Blond Ticket Scalper Friends are immediately proving Yashiro’s ‘it’s about what you do with your luck’ statement to be true

It’s also interesting to me how sometimes being blond in shows is shorthand for “Existing Outside of Japanese Society’s Norms.” What would these shows do if someone had dyed their hair blue? They’d be losing their minds

“Looking at you two makes me pissed off. It’s like looking at myself in a mirror.” Kota beating these guys up for talking about doing the very thing he is already doing (only spending time around Naoya to benefi from his luck). Truly the behaviour you can expect from someone who is both Gay and Homophobic

“I’m the same as these guys. I only paid attention to Naoya’s good luck and nothing else. I used him. I took advantage of such a kind, honest, guy.” This epiphany would have a lot more impact if he hadn’t had this exact same epiphany two episodes ago!!!! It doesn’t matter if you notice a behaviour is shitty if you continue to do it. The writing goes in circles. I feel like whoever submitted this script was high as hell:

“He is generous enough to share his luck with others. That’s why people love him. It’s not something anyone can do.” I love this about Naoya also

Well, finally their classmates witnessed Kota acting like his regular unhinged self. The Bad Personality’s out of the bag. I’m glad! Plot progression, at least

Honestly, they haven’t even DEMONSTRATED any bad luck for the last two episodes. It makes the whole scheme seem even more unnecessary

“I was lying and taking advantage of you, too.” FINALLLLLLLLLLLLLY KOTA

Wow, he really took accountability for all of the lying and scheming in one fell swoop. That was a pretty good apology. Also the fact it took so much circular writing to get here convinces me this should’ve been a movie instead of a 8-ep series. Take a note from S. Korea, boys, they throw together a series of 10 minute webisodes and compile it into a movie. Wish You did very well in that format

Somehow, also, the acting in this one scene has been better than any of the acting so far

ALSO: How are there three episodes left? How long can u drag this out

You know, I’m thinking, because Naoya is so fucking nice, he’ll be like ‘Actually Fukuhara, you can chill with me anyway if you’re worried about bad luck. We don’t have to be boyfriends and I don’t care that you lied.’

“How could I realize [that I have feelings for Naoya] now? I’m so stupid.” Not gonna fight you on that one, Kota

“I can’t believe you used your friends [to find me].” “Come on, I said I’m sorry.” HAHA, NAOYA THE SCHEME-EE HAS BECOME THE SCHEMER

“After all, that guy tried to use me.” “I was using you too, though.” “Not for anything bad, right?” “But...” “No one has ever stuck up for me like that.” Naoya said: You can rent me for luck-balancing services at the low, low cost of showing me human decency

“Your tricking me, what you said, and your true self. I’ve thought all that through. If you’re okay with it, I’d like to get to know you better.” Naoya, you poor sweet man. There are other, less bananas fish in the sea. Get on a dating app. Download Tinder!

HAHAHA, NAOYA, KING OF COMMUNICATION LMAO

Naoya: If we’re starting over, do you want to date or be friends?

Kota: I... I don’t know what to say.

Naoya: This is important. We have to talk it out!

HAHAHAHAH the even funnier follow-up. We love a man who knows himself:

Kota [internally]: Am I asking too much [if I say dating]?

Kota: F...Friends.

Naoya, slamming his hands on the table: I want to date you!

“It’s okay, you’ll fall in love with me.” Bold, confident, I like it Naoya

Also Kota choosing not to admit in this exchange he’s already in love LOL

“I like you, Naoya.” “Kota, you...” [Kota runs away] Been there, Kota

This show has gotten like, 10x cuter since Kota started being honest with Naoya. Why couldn’t he have been like this the whole time? What was the point of him making him unbearably mean-spirited and up to his ears in internalized homophobia for four and a half episodes? What purpose did that serve? COULD’VE BEEN A MOVIE

“I’m glad it went well.” “What?” “It’s written all over your face.” Naoya’s friends are one of my favourite parts of this show

I assume now that the Kota finally is in an emotionally good place and ready to date Naoya, his bad luck will return and he’s gonna get hit by a bus or something

“Thank you.” “What for?” “You came over despite your bad luck.” Awwww I’m glad they can laugh about it now

“Mugi is in his own world and Saku lives by his own rules. I feel comfortable whenever I’m with them, because they don’t rely on others.” I love them laying the foundations of this friend group. Also putting Naoya in a suit really makes him seem more like an office worker than a student, he really has a face of indeterminate age

“Yes, [his] smile was exactly like Pome-chan, the Pomeranian I used to have.” I’m glad Naoya’s narration is furthering the point that he is also romantically insane, by comparing the people he’s attracted to to his dead dog. Equality:

“He captured my heart by the sudden change in his attitude.” So you’re telling me Naoya KNEW Kota was faking his bubbly personality the whole time and he still didn’t care???? NAOYA WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU HAHAHA

Kota is trying very hard not to impose now that his apartment’s fixed, but Naoya is clearly hoping to build a ‘Would you like to stay for dinner?’ to ‘Would you like to stay forever?’ Pipeline

Naoya is sooooooo earnest it kills me. I’m with Kota on this one:

“Hold on, what exactly are we doing tonight? I’m sure nothing will happen. A part of me is wishing for something... Wait, what?” How is Kota still surprised by his own gay thoughts

If I haven’t said so, Minato and Itsuki are very fun little background characters, they’re Kota’s friends too but Kota hasn’t quite learned how to be honest with his feelings around them

Incredible how every one of these psychology lectures is mysteriously related to exactly whatever is going on Kota’s life

“Is there anyone you want to meet no matter how tired you are?” Kota looking at Naoya, and Naoya noticing and laughing is very cute

“I have one [person I want to meet].” “Who?” “Anna.” 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀 ARE ANNA AND MIKI GONNA BE IN LESBIANS TOGETHER? I HOPE SO. I’M SORRY I SPOKE ILL OF U EARLIER MIKI. KISS UR FRIEND, IT WOULD BE NICE <3

“’Smooch’ in this day and age?” [Anna staring at Miki, distracted] “Totally.” I don’t know if Miki is thinking gay thoughts, but Anna certainly is:

Kota raises a fair point, why DID Naoya kiss him when they first met?

“People I’ve dated loved it when I did that, so I thought you’d like it too.” LOL Naoya has just been sweeping all his partners into a big first kiss when they get together, and it’s always gone well!

Naoya is genuinely the only character in a JDrama I’ve ever seen explicitly talk about consent. Like sometimes they do play around with that issue but never has anyone stated it so clearly as he has, “I will kiss your lips when you consent.” I appreciate it

“Shut up and give me your mouth!” I change my mind. They’ve immediately made it weird with Kota’s actions. Good lord

Naoya’s response to Kota being weird about kissing him saying ‘no worries, I can wait,’ and then strength-training him so he’ll be less clumsy. Get you a boyfriend like Naoya

Also their couple’s at-home exercise montage was very fun

This show was getting too normal and cute so they had to have someone hold Kota at gunpoint in his own home. Of course.

“Come on, isn’t this too crazy?” Yeah, Kota, it really is

“I wanted to live longer, together with Naoya.” I appreciate the love in this sentiment and in all of Kota’s happy memories. However, this situation is still too much

I would ask how Naoya slipped past so many cops and reporters, but he ain’t Good Luck Boy for nothing

“Take me as your hostage instead.” Does that really seem like a solution to you, Naoya?

Apparently, it was the solution. Colour me stupid:

This water gun-hostage situation is the exact reason most water guns on the market look so cartoonish. It’s just safer for everyone!

“But ever since I met you, I realized I can enjoy my life for the first time.” Awww, Kota said regardless of his luck, that he likes his life because Naoya is in it

Naoya’s new strategy for keeping Kota safe is by asking him to live with him. Boy said I will be your Good Luck Shield

“I’m really happy you’re caring for me. But I’m not with you to get rid of my bad luck.” You know what that is? Growth

“It’s thanks to my bad luck that I got to meet you. I’m truly grateful for that.” Kota is all about verbalizing his feelings now. I think it’s good for Naoya to hear this!

Naoya would like to clear the air about his own long-term interest in Kota and awareness of his personality, even if it’s not a bad sort of secret

“After seeing you, I realized that I avoided deep relationships with people, too. You and I are the same,” said Naoya, not realizing that was less of a reason for a relationship and more of a reason they should both be in therapy

[Aggressively] “I’m with you because I really like you. So just stay with me and be my boyfriend like you wanted [softer] Oh... I, um,” [Naoya bursts into laughter] This is perhaps my favourite conversation they’ve had

Ahhhh I think it’s sweet that Naoya doesn’t care about his luck anymore. Maybe being with Kota is actually freeing in a way

“But I want to move in only when we really want to live together one day.” Good for Kota!!!!! He’s been so clear and direct about how much he cares for Naoya ever since his confession

(One last: It could’ve been a movie!!! For the road)

What an adorable ending to a tonally bizarre show. 6/10 stars:

I feel like this show needs a pro and con list, so here it is:

Pros

I like a quirky little supernatural premise, and I enjoyed how they subverted expectations by making Kota a rude little man

Likeable side characters, I especially enjoy Mugi the fashion student who, I have found out after watching, is apparently played by someone who is trans and ace!! I don’t think I have ever seen an openly trans actor in Japanese media, so that makes my heart happy

Also I enjoyed how people showed how were able to get through their walls (Mugi and Saku to Naoya because they do not rely on other people, and Yashiro to Kota because he notices when something bothers him and doesn’t believe in luck, but what you do with it)

The last few episodes are SO good about communication. Even things that aren’t necessarily pressing issues in their relationship (like Naoya having noticed Kota before) they take the time to address so they can both be on the same page

Their apologies are so wholehearted, and they make sure you understand that even if Naoya knew about Kota’s façade or didn’t care about his motives, Kota cared about how Naoya was treated, by himself and others

They include a conversation about consent!! A clear, reiterated sentiment that consent is mandatory, without coded language

I really enjoyed the conversation about “someone you want to see no matter how tired you are” because it did feel like it was touching on a deeper form of intimacy. Favourite scene!

It becomes clear that they are actually both a compatible kind of bananas, so the lunacy feels balanced

I like how much they laugh together, especially how it leads to Kota being able to laugh at himself

I loved what they had to say about luck, and how you treat other people, regardless of your luck. It seems like they were able to pull out some good themes there

Cons

The beginning of the show feels so mean-spirited. Why does Kota constantly monologue about hard he has it emotionally is and how he only needs Naoya for personal gain, and eventually it just seems like his main regret is the fact he is having gay thoughts?

The writing feels so circular. Kota has an crisis of conscience and then it isn’t relevant again for two more episodes. He’ll say a bunch of stuff implying his strong attraction to Naoya, and then immediately we’ll regress two seconds later. It doesn’t make sense and it seems they didn’t have enough material for the length of the show so they just keep repeating things

I get that maybe this was to show Kota is struggling with his emotions, but it didn’t read like that! It read as a lack of consistency, because there wasn’t any emotional impact behind his revelations

Also like. Because there wasn’t any emotional impact to most of what happened in the first five episodes, the acting suffered for it. The actor chemistry is SO much better later on when their feelings MATTER and have an impact on the progression of the story

Kota’s luck thing isn’t even that consistent, they straight up abandon it whenever it doesn’t serve them

The consent thing is also used as a gag for Kota running away

I wish Yashiro had been a bigger part of the show! Given how he both allows Kota emotional honesty and helps him gain a new perspective on luck, I feel like having him in two scenes was underutilizing him. He could’ve been a part of the show from the beginning and it would’ve been stronger for it

No resolution for the Miki + Anna subplot - why bother to introduce it at all if it wasn’t going anywhere

I saw post that was like ‘this show isn’t nearly good enough to lesbian bait me’ and I resonate with that (Found it!!)

While I think you can write a very good romance without any kissing, Kota’s fear of intimacy more reads as ‘we can be gay but not TOO gay’ rather than anything that serves the story. It is, for the most part, played for laughs in a way that also feels mean-spirited. Like in Cherry Magic, or Kieta Hatsukoi, we also never see them kiss, but they are allowed to feel attraction towards each other, you know? Aoki and Adachi explicitly desire physical intimacy with their partners, and the things that hold them back are unpacking internalized biphobia/first love nerves and Magical Power Problems, respectively, and that works!! If you had to go this very common route, you could’ve done better with it and the kiss in the beginning doesn’t make up for the clunky handling. If anything, the earlier kiss seems like it’s a gimmick or for shock value. Do better!!!

However, the cheek kiss at the end is cute, I’ll give you that!

OH MY GOD. For a while I sincerely forgot that “kiss” is in the title. Of course it’s a gimmick. Geez. It’s THE gimmick. Which is worse, I think!

All in all, it’s an adequate show that became a lot better as it went, but I think u could build a better show with a lot of the same ingredients. I want to make this show into soup

#ayesha says things #liveblogging #ayesha liveblogs mr. unlucky #mr. unlucky has no choice but to kiss #fukou kun wa kiss suru shikanai #television #japanese television #guns tw #long post #in some ways i wish i could re edit to make the writing more succinct #it's the opposite of that 'they had us in the first half' meme #if u really love this show u may not love this liveblog

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prettyboykatsuki · 3 years

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cw ;; deku in love w u, cheating (kinda..? u break up w him over the phone like. right before), oral (f!recieving), fem reader,

hey guys i can’t stop thinking about deku who hates the guy you’re seeing so this is coming out of me..

i really just. i bet it’s hard for deku not to like someone. after all - he puts up with bkg even now, as much of a brat as he is. deku was raised with a mother and is a patient man. when he saves people - victims, and they cry and kick and scream, he doesn’t even get upset. it’s hard to push his buttons - calm and collected and a nervous wreck but not angry. never angry. never raises his voice.

even his anger has a patience to it - and you think that’s a feat. you’ve only seen him get really mad before once, in a fight. it’s icy, that kind of seething feeling. its an anger for justice and it’s a quality you admire in him. you wish that you had the emotional intelligence to feel your feelings how he does. you like that about him.

you wouldn’t call deku your best friend. but he’s a good friend, a really good friend. maybe someone you pined after in highschool - maybe even before than. you’ve always admired him but somewhere along the way you two became friends, enough so that it’s weird for you now. you couldn’t possible admit your attraction so with a heavy heart, you keep him at arms legnth. he knows you well but you tell yourself that’s how he is with everyone. it’s deku.

now adults and with lives to live separately - you go into your field of choice and deku becomes a pro. you see him less and less but he makes time for you. again - it’s just something you do. you appreciate that he cares enought about you to do so. and it’s not like you have any idea that his friends only hear from him half the time you do. you don’t think anything of it, and you shake off the thoughts of him that haunt you when you’re awake in the middle of the night

the kind of thoughts that having you sticking a hand in your shorts - saying you’ll sleep right after. you try. and fail. but normally after you’re too tired to dwell. it happens for a while.

maybe you’re just frustrated. that’s so possible. it’s hard for you to get out these days - you’re lonely. you’re sure.

it takes no time at all for you to download tinder in shame. sitting with wine and a your phone - you scroll and scroll and land on somebody named nakamura and he seems so nice. he is nice to you - charming and witty. handsome and a nice build. a good job. stable.

you get to talking an in no time at all you have a date. and a week passes and you go on the date and it’s good - not perfect but not bad. you think to yourself there’s something off about him, arrogant but you look past it. you sleep with him and it’s just okay. and it doesn’t get rid of deku in your dreams, caressing you in your sleep. you have a wet dream.. you didn’t even know you could have those.

but you decide to see it through - for so long you date this man for almost half a year. he’s not perfect but what relationships are, really? he treats you okay though you wish he would pay a bit more attention. he spoils you with lavish gifts and nice dinners but you’d rather just hang out on the weekend and -

you see it through. and he meets your friends and they hate him but you tell them they don’t get it. eventually you get around to deku and you don’t think twice about the encounter until it happens.

just a dinner with a few from your highschool group - uraraka and todoroki and iida. and you can feel it off of deku - you can see that ice that you haven’t seen in so long. he’s being ncie but there’s more to it. it’d be undetectable to anyone who doesn’t know him, like your new boyfriend. but to you it’s obvious.

you don’t say anything to your boyfriend. but you decide to be with deku alone the next day - ask if he’s free. at the end of the day you still care about deku.. you care so much. so you meet up the next day for lunch and he looks.. off. distant. there but not.

“izuku.. what’s up with you?,”

he gives you a painful sigh. he seems sad.. seems frustrated about something. a little strain in his voice.

“you know i always respect you and your choices. i’ll always support you but.. i just don’t think that guys good for you,”

you feel defensive. you are defensive.

“you don’t even know him..’zuku. he’s a nice guy,”

he sighs, attaches your name in a disappointed voice. it makes your heartache.

“i don’t understand it. not at all,”

“you don’t need too,”

you’re about to cut the lunch short, standing up and getting read to leave but deku pulls you back to your seat. he looks at you, strained. upset.

“just. be honest. why? it’s not like you,”

you can’t help but be honest with him. it’s so hard for you to lie so you don’t. you swallow something in your throat

“im.. i was trying to get over someone,”

he looks surprised.

“... who..? did it.. did it work?”

“it doesn’t matter,”

everything stops. and there’s something in his eyes again. the only thing deku is selfish in is you - the only weakness he’s ever felt. and in the moment he can feel it, all those feelings he can’t seem to break free from.

“who,”

“damn it, izuku - it’s you! it’s.. it’s you,”

and that’s how it all happens - why you called your boyfriend in the middle of the afternoon after pulling into a hotel with deku behind you. his hands on your waist, voice in your ear.

“tell him you’re breaking up with him,’ ― a soft whisper in your ear ― “for me.. go on,”

and you don’t have much of a choice when deku’s mouth in your skin. you can barely surpress a moan as he kiss your spine, licks up your neck with something inside of him. he gets you undressed and your phone is tossed and forgotten about. and whatever plans you had for the day disappear too.

instead deku fulfills those nasty little dreams you had. something about his touch makes you confess things you’d never dream. with every word, he moans a little. so into you. you think he gets off on how much you like him - think that’s why his cock twitches when it pushes against your thighs. he begs you tell him all the details. he wants to hear every detail from your mouth.

he makes you. he makes you. with his tongue lapping at your clit and your orgasm in the center of his palms. with your toes curling and your body weak

“tell me where i touched you. i’ll do it. whatever you want. just tell me,”

he does. he touches you everywhere and asks if thats what you wanted. does it feel good? where do you need him? he has the nerve to eat you out until your toes curl and you drool and hold you down, your hips pinned to the bed as he moans into your cunt with a sweetness. calloused palms holding you down.

you’re not surprised that he fucks you within an inch of your life. his dick is so fucking big but you’re so wet it fits right in. and he fucks you - bounces you up and down on his lap. using your pussy like a fleshlight with the sheer force but he’s whispering in your ears.

“you’re so pretty. take it so well. im gonna take care of you. im gonna make you feel so good” over and over on repetition. he’s making a mess out of you, melting into a puddle as you cum over and over. it’s about you and only you. that’s enough to make you feel frenzied. when he’s close - you beg him to cum inside and he groans, burying your neck and finishing inside.

after it’s all said and done, deku cleans you up. kisses you sweetly and tells you how much he likes you. your voice is hoarse but all u do is laugh.

“you really didn’t like him.. couldn’t even wait an hour,”

he blushes a little.

“... can’t say i did,”

#deku x reader #bnha x reader #deku smut #bnha smut #prettyboy.thirsts #cheating cw #THIS IS OS LONG FDKJVGHFSLKDNJ #THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO JUSTBE A BRAINDUMP #SORRY

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poochiray · 2 years

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My top 10 BL characters this season.

So I started this year strong in watching some well loved BL dramas and I plan to go the whole year catching up on everything. I’ve decided another fun thing to do besides weekly watch list recaps would be to do a top 10 list of my favorite characters from the shows I’ve watched. The characters in this list can be from any BL show I’ve seen, and it doesn’t have to be from this particular season. So without further ado..the list!

1) Type from TharnType

So I’ve come to the realization I like them bratty. I like when they have a backbone and don’t give in too easily. I like when they are just so frustrating and sassy and just a general pain in the ass. And Type is all of those things, and I just love him for it. Never change Type. You are perfect the way you are.

2) Tutor from Why R U?

Tutor is one of those characters that looks like an angel, but is actually a little devil in disguise. This boy knows exactly what he is doing at any given moment, and especially the effect he has on Fighter. He has the cute appeal, he has the sexy appeal, and he fluctuates between both within seconds. You never know if he’s going to be on top or on the bottom and it really just depends on his mood. And I can relate to that too well lol.

3) Pat from Bad Buddy

Literally the dream boyfriend. The moment he realizes his feelings, he’s in deep and already head over heels dedicated to Pran. He chases the boy on a trip where he doesn’t know anyone, and all Pran’s friends are hostile to him. But he doesn’t give AF because he only has eyes for one man. And he never loses sight of Pran for even a second.

4) Black from Not Me

I just think he’s such a badass. Do I need to give more of an explanation? Dude gives zero fucks and will kick your ass without any hesitation. The fact he took down a swat team and rescued his entire gang was so fucking cool. I guess he’s similar to Tutor in that he looks like an angel, but he really is a devil. And no, he doesn’t fluctuate from that. He’s hardcore.

5) Pan as Kim from The Shipper

This one is more complicated. But I basically love the character Pan as Kim. Where she has changed bodies. The dynamic with this was so interesting and hilarious to me. How her mannerisms came off so odd and a little weird as she was occupying Kim’s body. And her little, “Ehhh?!” was so iconic. How could I not include that in my list?

6) Green from 2gether

I love a fierce flamboyant queen. Green was the comedy of this entire show and it was sorely needed. I also love that towards the end and the sequel he plays more a role of a good friend, and less obsessive stalker lol.

7) Kongpob from SOTUS

Here’s another fierce queer..maybe a little less flamboyant? I dunno. Openly flirting with the head hazer in front of your entire class though lmao. Dude won me over from the very first episode. The balls on this man.

8) Yok from Not Me

He’s just saying what we’re all thinking, let’s be honest here. Outright asking if the reason Dan did a background check on him was because he was interested. Just all the damn flirting, omg. Do I have a cop kink? Yes, officer. And do I get to live it through Yok? Yes.

9) Porsche from KinnPorsche

Didn’t really want to put this character down since I’ve only seen 2 episodes, but ya’ll. Ya’ll. This guy is giving me all the bratty vibes I just want!! I know he’ll probably change his tune later in the story but his reluctance to bend to Kinn’s will is just so entertaining to me. I also love the duality of hot AF bartender-ladies man to then just literal dumbass that jumps off a boat to escape. I’m really looking forward to the rest of his story.

10) Kuea from Cutie Pie

And last but certainly not least, Kuea. This was a hard choice for me, because I feel like I love the four main guys equally. But I think Kuea’s “secret” side of himself is more entertaining, and especially as he tries to hide all of this from Lian. It has been lovely to watch his “perfect cutie pie” face crack under the pressure though. And I hope by the end of the show he’s able to be completely honest with his fiancé. And that Lian will love that bratty side of him just as much.

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I’ve missed your last couple openings for slots so I’m very excited to try and get one this time ahhh Could I please have darling Corazon, with nb reader, afab, they/them if those are all okay Sashi Darlin <3 Can I maybe request him a little obsessive yandere with his s/o, possibly with exhibitionism (can’t wait any longer), size kink, body worship, & praise kink? Thank you Sashiiii <33

Hi cutie!! You saved my writer's block with this request!! Thank u so much! I hope you enjoy!! 💖💖

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NSFW ~ Donquixote Rosinante x GN! Reader ~ Seven Eleven

tw: NSFW. NB reader. GN! terms. Afab! reader. Yandere! Cora, obsessive and begging. Exhibitionism/public sex. Size kink. Body worship and praise.

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The day you started working at the convenience store you thought it was going to be the most boring experience ever. You took this job as a part time one while you wait for another year of uni to start. You needed money for that trip to the beach you wanted to do for spring break, and working was the most efficient way to do so… but, your boring working experience soon turned into something else.

The first day that you saw him enter, you laughed. A big tall blonde man, pretty handsome, fell right at the entrance. Of course, you ran to help him but he laughed, and that smile made your heart melt. He looked like a sweet man, really sweet. Sometimes he was alone, and sometimes accompanied by a grumpy child.

Every time he came, he bought the same; some pickled cabbages and plums. Though the last ones were specifically avoided when he came in with the grumpy kid. The child would always grimace at the very image of the Umeboshi jar. Apparently, the kid was mute, until the blonde man told him -as a joke- to pick some pizza for that night… The kid heaped a curse that made you both startled and laugh.

Rosinante, that’s his name. You found out so one late night, after he came running to buy some vodka. It was kinda weird to you that he, a very sweet guy, would come and buy alcoholic beverages on a Thursday night. But soon you understood why… He was being rushed by a guy waiting in a pink convertible car. Fancy looking man, bleached blond, tanned and wearing sunglasses during the night… What a weirdo. He shouted from outside “Rosinante, come on! Bitches are waiting!”.

You laughed.

“Is your name Rosinante? That’s cool. Did you know that Don Quijote de La Mancha’s horse was called Roci-...” you stopped, because when he handed you his ID you found out his surname was actually Donquixote. “Funny… Your parents might like literature” you mumbled. “Y-Yeah… Uh… by the way. This is... This is not for me, this is for my brother” he excused himself, even if you hadn’t asked for any alibi.

“Don’t worry, Rosi ~” you purred. To be honest you had caught a liking for him, a tall handsome man, a responsible… parent? and a funny looking guy that fills your days with beams and sometimes even eating an instant bowl of ramen together during your breaks. He was a good catch, for sure.

Rosinante widened his eyes to your subtle sudden approach, but soon was dragged outside by the constant honking of his “cooler” brother. He excused himself and promised to come back the next morning…

“Good evening!” Rosinante enters waving -and hitting his hand against the frame of the door. “Oh… hi, Rosi. How was last night?” you ask with a soft smile, while cleaning the floor under the little tables against the window. A guy named Shanks brought his kid, who presented himself as “Luffy, the next pirate king”, and the damn beast ate like one. What do these kids watch on tv nowadays?

He came closer, obviously ignoring the yellow wet floor sign. His long legs got tangled with it and so he fell right at your feet. “Oh, Ro-” you exclaimed. Is not that you aren’t used to him falling, but the sound he made when hitting the ground was pretty loud. “Don’t worry, Corazón” he utters, smiling and trying to stand up.

“Corazón…” you whisper, that’s the Spanish word for heart… You take your hands to your cheeks, finding out that they have gotten instantly hot.

You help him to sit at one of the tables, and as always, you happily grab two instant ramen pots to eat. “Shrimp, meat or spicy chicken?” you ask, showing him the options.

He smiles. He smirks. A beam you haven’t seen before; a sexy smirk. You giggle, waiting for his answer while looking at him crossing his legs.

“Spicy chicken, Corazón”

His voice, why does it sound darker…? You look at him from head to toe, swallowing. Rosinante has a different aura… he isn’t sweet anymore.

“O-Ok… I’ll have the meat one today, I can’t handle how spicy the chicken one is” you mumble, turning around to prepare the soup. Yet, you felt absolutely intimidated and you needed to escape from his almost crimson irises fixed on the cleavage of your shirt.

The boiling water is not even as hot as the tip of your ears. For some reason, you feel as if you were a prey about to be devoured with him. And you don’t know why. “He just asked for a flavour, you are imagining stuff. Rosinante is a sweet man, there is no way he woul-” you think, yet your thoughts are cut short...

Arms around your waist, heat emanating from his skin. “You know how much I want you?” he whispers in your ear. “W-what?” you stutter, not sure if you wanna stay or run away. “Don’t you want me? I want you” he mumbles, grazing your neck with his nose, smelling your perfume.

“Ah… adorable. I wanted to smell this scent since the very first time I saw you” he purrs, softly grazing your belly. You don’t move, and frankly -even if you weren’t expecting this- you want more. “You… do?” you ask, biting your lip.

Rosinante takes his thumb to your lips, separating them little by little. “Lips so perfect, you are wearing that chapstick you always apply when you are bored and the shop is empty”. He knows what I do when I’m alone?... The tip of his fingers goes inside your mouth, slowly. You accept it, softly biting it, sucking on it.

“So you want me, then?” he asks again, desperation growing in his voice. A side smirk draws on your lips… he is desperate for you. “I… it depends, you know?” you moan, dancing slowly from side to side, grazing your back against his crotch. He grunts, deep breathing in your ear.

Rosinante’s bulge rests over the small of your back feels hard, hard and swollen. And he can’t take the motion of your hips any longer, he can’t cope with your little play. He turns you around, pushing you against the counter. “I want you, I want you… Please tell me you want me too, I wanna hear it from your lips” he begs, obsessively.

“I want you, too. Rosinante…” you say, slowly, pausingly, killing that man with the words that escape your mouth like bullets to his heart. “But we are in the middle of a convenience store, you know?” you tell him, because even if you don’t really care a single shit about your job, any person could walk in at any time.

Rosinante takes a deep breath, a painful gasp that shows how much his dick is hurting to be trapped by white jeans. White jeans with already a little wet patch. “I can’t wait any longer, I’m gonna fuck you right here” he states, making you laugh at first, but startled then when you discover he is not lying.

You are suddenly sitting over the counter, as he lifts you up by your waist. “See… it hurts, let me fuck you” he moans, unbuttoning his pants and showing you how hard and erect he is. You gasp… will I be able to take all of that?

“Uhh…” you can only babble as he lifts his shirt up, exposing a belly full of scars.

“Touch me… I beg you. Touch me with your perfect hands. Scratch me, with your black painted nails. Kiss me with those soft lips. Let me make you mine… mine!” he says, coming closer to your lips with his. You can’t help but surrender. It’s about to be closing time, what are the chances of anybody coming?

A passionate kiss ends with his mouth leaving bites and pecks over your neck and collar bones. And he goes down, down until he kneels on the ground. “Can I eat you out? I need to taste your sweet flavour” he asks, with his hands on your jeans, urging you to allow him to take them off.

You nod, as you look towards the entrance to check you are still alone. “Thank you…” he moans, practically ripping your pants off.

His hands spread your legs, nails burying on your thighs to keep them open. He first enjoys the view of dampened underwear, he then buries his nose on your core. “Your scent…” he moans, muzzled by your anatomy. The tip of his tongue enjoys the salty taste of your arousal right over the clothes, making you shiver in anticipation for him to devour you.

But just as your eyes scan the door, you notice a couple of customers about to enter. “Rosi!” you shout, desperately kicking him back. “I’m sorry, stay there” you command, praying for them not to see you are not wearing pants.

“Welcome!” you greet them with a wide -extra cringy and suspicious- smile. “Uh... hi” some guys wave at you, without paying much attention to you. They walk towards the food aisle, and you pray for them not to pick anything that requires to be heated.

You feel kisses coming up, from your ankles to your thighs. Playful fingers daring to move your underwear to the side. You move your leg, giving Rosi little kicks to stop what he is doing, but he doesn’t. In fact, he increases the game.

Your underwear ends on the floor, as he all of a sudden pulls it down. The cold breeze of the air conditioner of the store makes your wetness freeze. However, the cold didn’t last for too long, since Rosinante warms your core with his tongue.

You widen your eyes, looking to where he is. “Stop…” you whisper, looking constantly to the couple who is taking too damn long to choose whatever the fuck they have come to buy. “I can’t” he mouths, chin shiny as he eats you out. You bite your lips, trying to push him off you with your hands tangled on his abundant golden hair. But not even that works, because you are actually pulling him against you.

And Rosinante is delighted

You are doing everything you can to drown so needy moans, not to scream, not to grunt. His tongue goes up, down. Sometimes he even penetrates you with it. His thumb traces circles on your most sensitive button of pleasure. Who would have said a sweet, kind, innocent man was able to do such things?

You watch the guys come closer with sushi trays in their hands, alleviating your fear of them asking you to move and heat anything else for them. “Thank God for Japan and the Sushi” you think, in between the concentrating pressure on your core Rosinante’s tongue is provoking and the way his fingers go up and down your entrance to dilate you.

And hell you need to be as stretched as possible if you wanna take that man inside you…

The guys pass you the trays for you to scan them. You are shivering and sweating, the sashimi inside that plastic container jumps as your hand trembles. “Dude, are you alright?” one of them asks you. “Y-yeah…” you say, coughing to cover the sound of Rosinante’s fingers going in and out of you.

Your customers look at each other with confused countenance, but you don’t care. You only want them to leave the fuck out of there, and if possible, to be the last clients you ever had in your entire life. “It’s $10, 69” you communicate their total, feeling the sharp sensation of Rosinante’s teeth being carved on the side of your thighs.

The men give you the right amount of money thankfully, and leave. Just in time, because you are about to cum.

“Ro- Rosi-.... fuck... Why did you- why did you do th-... fuck me” you moan, fixing your eyes into his. Eyes that are the only visible part of his face as everything from under his nose is hidden by your sex’s anatomy. You lay your belly over the counter, fists closed, one of your hands covering your eyes, lips separated as you exhale and inhale ferally.

“Come for me, come in my mouth” he commands, pressing your belly down and licking desperately up and down. Movements that make you reach climax, reach heaven, reach hell and even further. “God damn it… ugh…” you moan, feeling the tightness on your stomach finally snap.

Your blonde personal sucker licks you clean, not a single drop of your released orgasm falls into the ground but into his mouth. “What a delicious treat…” he says, passing his tongue over your inner thighs to catch perhaps, some rests of your climax.

You keep resting over the cold material of the counter, at this point not sure if your body is able to respond. And hell it does, because you seriously thought this needy man would stop right there?

He stands up, and just as you are he gropes you. First with his hands, then with his bare sex, burying it in between your ass cheeks.

He bends over you, his huge frame crushes you against the table under you, but you don’t care. “I will make you mine, so fucking mine” he expresses, liking your cheek. It sends shivers down your spine to hear him speak like that… where is the sweet funny man you know?

Rosinante grabs your wrists and pins them over your head. One hand is enough, he is huge compared to you -and ultimately to most of the human beings-. “Let me fuck you that pretty entrance of yours, bet it feels amazingly tight around me. Let me try how it feels to fuck a deity”

You simply smile, with your cheek pressed against the counter, waiting to be penetrated, impaled, destroyed right there at the sight of anyone walking by.

“Fuck me, Rosi~” you purr, spreading your legs even more so he could have a better entrance.

“Yes, my Corazón…”

He guides himself in, slowly. As much as he wants to destroy you, he is conscious of his length and size. He wouldn’t hurt his perfect victim here. You feel as his tip opens his path inside you, stretching walls, clenching walls. He feels warm the more he goes deep, deeper.

Rosinante grunts, squeezing your wrists with his right hand, while he does the same to your left ass cheek as he lifts it up to reach places of your wet cave nobody has reached before. You feel full, and your body begs for him to move. “Move, move…move” you moan, begging.

“No need to beg, my sweet beautiful heart” words that seal the deal… his hips, so clumsy for walking, yet so precise to fuck you. In and out, first slowly, then increasingly violently. His grunts, mixed with yours. You drool over the table, as you are unable to close your mouth while his dick goes in and out of you, stretching you, creating even a little bulge on your lower belly.

Your toes curl, you bite your lips, you close your eyes and enjoy his endless, merciless pumping motions… His orgasm mixed with yours, a beautiful depiction of lustful bodies connected in a single soul…

“Thank you…” he whispers.

“Thank you… now, help me take down the security camera or else I’m gonna get fired pretty soon”

“Damn…”

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Debut - Topper Thornton

Request: hi I love ur writing!! would u be willing to write a kook!reader x topper imagine with some fluff? thanks!!

A/N: totally stole inspiration for this from Gilmore Girls except Topper’s less of a dick than Dean in this.

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If you were being entirely honest with yourself, even though the kook academy was small and essentially forced everyone to be in the same friend group, you’d never really paid much attention to Topper. He seemed smart enough, he got good grades and had tangible life goals that he’d mentioned more than a couple of times during senior breakfasts on Fridays. Even at eighteen he just seemed oddly put together, as if he’d managed to figure out his whole life before he even graduated high school. He wasn’t the type of person you hung out with but he was the type of person who would undoubtedly impress your grandmother.

“What do you want me to do?”

“The island club is hosting the debut in two weeks and I’m supposed to have like…a chaperone,” you put one hand up to air quote the word, your other still holding firm to the iced latte you’d gotten that morning.

“And you want me to chaperone you?” He said the word like he was trying out a foreign language and wasn’t entirely sure how to pronounce it.

“You wear a fancy tux and you stand at the bottom of a staircase and I walk down and you take my hand and do a weird giving away ceremony thing with my dad, who is flying in from Paris for this nonsense, and then we dance and then its over and we go home.” You summarized.

Topper looked like he might genuinely be thinking about it for a couple of minutes before he looked back to you, “why are you asking me to do this?”

A good point, you were almost hoping he’d just agree. Or that you had rehearsed some long-winded, albeit fake, story about how much you had a crush on him and could he do this one thing for you. He would, you knew that, because it’d stroke his ego, even if the probability of Topper Thornton looking twice at you was one to a million.

Instead, you just vomited out the usual word salad, trying to string together your thoughts, “because it’s like this big thing and everybody from around the region goes and my mom has been on some weird pineapple diet for three weeks in preparation for just attending and I have this poofy white dress that looks like I’m getting married and she’d be super impressed if you went with me, you actually seem like you know what you’re doing a majority of the time.

“So I wear a tux?” He finally said, watching your gulp down coffee and try to breath in a steady rhythm.

“Yeah.” You nodded, almost too eager that he was seemingly agreeing to go with you to this dumb charade of an event. “Yes.”

“Alright,” Topper nodded, “on one condition.”

You wanted to throw a mini tantrum, of course any guy who was friends with Rafe Cameron was going to be annoying enough to attach conditions to a favor. “What is it?”

“You have to let me take you on an actual date first, before this debut shit,” he replied. “I mean, we barely know each other, let me take you to dinner.”

“You know,” you pointed out, though you had no choice but to agree or ask someone else, “you say ‘let me’ like it’s a question but if I say no you won’t go…so isn’t that more like blackmail?”

“I’ll still go. I just wanna take you on a date first.”

“Then it’s not a condition.” You argued.

“Yes or no?” Topper almost laughed at your persistence, silencing filing away that you liked to argue. To argue, to drink lattes that were so light they looked like pure cream, and talk fast when you had a lot to say.

“Yes.” You agreed. He was harmless, a little on the boring side if you believed Sarah Cameron, and it wouldn’t kill you to do something that wasn’t school or debut related for one day. “When exactly is this date happening?”

“I’ll text you,” he promised when the bell rang to signal the last period. You had study hall so you could leave early but he had baseball practice in the other direction.

“Don’t you need my number?” You asked, calling after his back as he walked down the hallway.

He stopped, turned back briefly and shook his head, “I still have it from seventh grade, when we did that model earth project for the science fair.”

Seventh grade, you’d nearly forgotten the last time you had poached Topper for something that you didn’t want to suffer through with someone else. He’d been absent the day the teacher let everyone choose a partner and you’d asked her to put your name down on the board next to his. She’d taken the gesture as you being thoughtful but honestly it was just that he was good at science and you wanted an advantage. After the project was over you both seemed to regress back into your own friend groups but during he’d been alright. You spent whole afternoons at each other’s houses and poured a good amount of your angsty thirteen year old soul out to him over shared bags of Doritos.

“Right, almost forgot about that,” you replied, somewhat embarrassed that you had actually forgotten.

Topper only smiled and then turned away from you again, walking down the hall toward the locker rooms. You lingered until you were the last person in the hallway, finally heading to the office to sign out for the rest of the day.

When Topper had asked you out, or coerced you into a date, you hadn’t really felt any kind of nervousness. You could remember when he’d asked Sarah out, how excitedly she’d talked to Scarlett about it and how she recounted every detail while she sat in front of you in homeroom. You’d thought she was kind of ridiculous for getting so worked up but once the initial moment was over and you’d had the afternoon to dwell on the question, you felt yourself starting to sink into that rabbit hole.

You tried, in vain, to remind yourself that this was just Topper Thornton. Preppy, self-assured, vying for everyone’s attention, Topper Thornton who would probably end up married to some boho influencer with the burning desire to do her own Eat, Pray, Love. He was not the type of guy that you should’ve been nervous to go on a date with because it was just a business transaction. You needed someone who looked good in a tux and would impress your family to stand at the bottom of a staircase while you tried not to kill your self in a puffy white dress that cost more than a wedding gown.

There was no reason to be nervous.

But there you were, up in your room before the decided upon date and you were a bundle of unprocessed nerves trying to lamaze breathe through your anxiety as you buttoned your jeans. Your mom was buzzing downstairs, you could already hear her whisper-shouting to your dad about the car in the driveway and who was walking up to the door.

And your dad just shouting back, “what?” After every semi-muted sentence.

“Can you not? Mom, you look like such a creep!” You huffed when you finally came downstairs and saw her, standing at the window with the curtain pulled back so she could peek out.

“Are you going on a date?” She’d been on your back about your dating life since you turned thirteen and your next-door neighbor's daughter got a ‘boyfriend’.

“Yes,” you grabbed your house keys and your bag, trying your hardest to get to the door before Topper. “I really have to go.”

“Invite him inside.”

“What? No, mom-“ before you could finish your sentence the doorbell chimed through the house and your mother pushed passed you to get the door, every nerve in your body tending at the exact same second.

She swung the door open like it was publisher’s clearing house and not an eighteen year old boy on the other side, smiling so wide she looked almost like she was faking it. “Topper Thornton.” She announced, “come inside.”

With little choice, he stepped over the threshold, briefly making eye contact with you over your mom’s shoulder as she guided him further into the entryway.

“Ma’am,” he sounded like such a polite southern boy when he spoke, you were almost happy your mom pulled him in. It would sell whatever lie you wanted her to believe about the debut. “I’d love to come in, we’ve got reservations though-“

“Oh gosh, of course!” She nodded, “you both have a wonderful time, it was such a shame you stopped hanging out, I’m so glad to see you rekindling some of that.” She talked like you were a divorced couple dating again and you remembered exactly why you’d cut off contact with him.

Seventh grade and dating had been synonymous with your mom and right when she’d begun to ask about anyone you had over the house, you’d started to have Topper over. At first it was just little questions here and there, they seemed benign and you didn’t think she was trying to cook anything up by asking if you liked him over and over. But you caught on slowly, realizing that she was already marrying you off to him in her head and you felt uncomfortable even looking at him.

“I’m so sorry about her, she’s certifiable.” You reasoned, getting into the passenger side of Topper’s car.

He shrugged, starting the car and putting his hand on the passenger seat head rest as he leaned to look behind him, “it’s not a big deal, parents love me.”

“Of course they do,” you rolled your eyes at his somewhat self assured tone, annoyed that minutes earlier you’d been fretting through your closet like a love sick romcom actor. “So this date is for…”

“If you’re gonna parade me around in front of your parents for a day I think it’s only fair you pay me back for it.” He replied, the sudden realization dawning that he’d only driven the short distance from your house to his.

“Oh, you play dirty Thornton,” you huffed, eyeing the modern looking beach front mansion as he pulled into the horseshoe mansion. “Well parents love me too.”

Topper looked almost surprised by your comment before smiling at you, “I’ll believe it when I see it.” He replied.

You followed Topper to the front door of his house, trying to take deep breaths as you prepared for dinner with his family. Your own mom was overbearing and awful but Dr. Thornton made her look like a walk in the park. To be fair, you’d only met Topper’s mom twice, once when you had gone over his house instead of him going to yours, and once more at the actual science fair. She was critical, rude, and demeaning, even to a thirteen year old.

“I still remember when we were in seventh grade...” you mentioned, standing at the front door with Topper before he opened it, “your mom was a bitch to me because I ate three cookies off that platter she had in the kitchen. Told me I didn’t need three.”

“Well, tonight will probably be a lot like that.” He replied, flashing you a phony smile.

“Awesome, thanks Top.”

Once the door opened to the Thornton house and you actually went inside, the whole evening felt like a blur. You were pretty much positive that the moment you sat down at the dinner table with his family (and it was his whole family, grandparents included) that your brain just shut off and you survived the night in auto-pilot, smiling politly and nodding when it was socially acceptable for you to do so. Every once in a while, Topper squeezed your hand and brought you back to reality but otherwise you were on cruise control.

Dr. Thornton got in a couple of digs at Topper, complaining about a lower grade on a test that you knew he’d gotten a 98 on. Even if you’d only met her twice though, you knew how miserable Dr. Thornton was and the couple of times you’d witnessed Topper being a dick, you actually felt a little sorry for him. Tonight, you were just annoyed though. You knew that technically this was on par with dragging him to a debut where he had to suffer through a night with your family but you would also be suffering. This didn’t seem like equal punishment because most of the time he actually looked like he was enjoying himself some of the time.

“This is terrible,” you whispered, once you’d moved into the parlor area for ‘after dinner drinks’. His mom offered you club soda or water but nothing else. You sat on the loveseat, squashed beside Topper while his grandfather talked politics. “This is worse than a debut, I can’t believe you’re making me sit through this.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, this is great,” Topper joked, leaning in close to you. He reached his arm over the back of the small sofa and against your shoulders.

“We have very different definitions of great.” You replied.

You weren’t sure exactly when it happened but somewhere during dinner and dessert you stopped seeing Topper as purely a means to an end. He wasn’t just the person who would most impress your parents and grandparents if you dressed him up in a tuxedo and paraded him around a banquet hall. He was that kid from seventh grade who made you laugh so hard you almost fell down the stairs on the way to lunch. Who didn’t talk about sports and college plans and working out like there was nothing beyond that in life.

By the time the debut came around, you were actually looking forward to it. Not the dress, or the forced awkward dancing and dinner, but seeing Topper. You almost felt nervous, like you were anticipating it. When you’d asked Topper to help you there hadn’t really been any feelings behind the request. You wouldn’t even say that it was a platonic ask because you didn’t really feel like friends. It was just a business transaction. But now you were checking yourself in the mirror over and over, wondering if the ribbing of the corset top looked good and if your hair made sense with the dress.

One of the other debutantes was kicking back mini fireballs that she’d stashed under her dress but you were too nervous to even drink alcohol. All you could imagine was tripping down the stairs and planting face first into the landing and everyone laughing and your family being totally embarrassed.

“Shit.” You cursed, hands on your hips as you took the biggest breath you could with the cramp in your side. You could do this.

“You alright?” One of the sober girls, still fixing her hair in the mirror even though it looked the same as when she started, looked your way with concern. “I got a xanax if you want one?”

“No, I’m just kinda nervous...about the whole, dancing and whatever.” You waved your hand as if you were waving away the thought.

“You and your boyfriend didn’t practice?” She asked.

Of course, you’d practiced. Topper had been nice enough to actually practice with you, even though that was not technically part of the agreement in the first place and which he told you would have to be paid back in some way. “Oh yeah, we did.” You replied, casting a glance to the doors, “I’ll be right back...uh, watch my stuff?”

“Sure.” She was already back to fixing her hair as you walked into the hallway, the door falling shut behind you.

Some of the guys were in the hall, mingling awkwardly as they waited to be told to take their spot and somehow you felt like a bride before her wedding. The poofy white dress didn’t help, or the nerves in your stomach. If the corset wasn’t so tight, you would’ve exhaled in relief when you saw Topper standing near the stairs.

“Top,” you whisper-shouted across the way and hurried over to him, placing a hand on his arm for support.

“Hey, aren’t you supposed to be getting ready?” He asked, eyes wandering over your body.

Unconsciously, you stood a little straighter as you moved him away from the rest of the crowd milling about, “I’m just feeling fluttery or something. I don’t know.” Why did your think Topper would make you feel better? Because you’d finally felt your heart stop racing when you’d seen him this morning, coffee and croissant for you.

“You need me to get you anything?” He looked genuinely like he would be willing to go find whatever you could possibly request and bring it to you.

“No, I just-“ you struggled to articulate the reason you’d come out here to find him in the first place. Sure, in the beginning he’d just been a pretty face to parade around for your parents but by the time he was dropping you off after dinner at his house, something had changed in you and you weren’t sure what it was. You felt like that thirteen year old kid again, crushing on her science partner but not wanting to make the same mistakes and push him away. “No, I just needed some air.”

“Hey it’ll be fine alright,” Topper promised, placing his hands on your bare arms. Your skin was warm from worrying and the stuffy room you’d been getting ready in. “Just down the stairs and then it’s practically over.”

“Easy for you to say.” You huffed, “I’m being paraded around like a pig at a fair and I forced you to endure it with me.”

“I wouldn’t have said yes if I didn’t want to.” He reasoned, “trust me.”

“Topper,” you said his name like you were trying to force honesty out of him. As if you were saying ‘I don’t believe you’ without outright saying it to him.

He looked amused by the annoyance in your voice. “I still think about seventh grade and hanging out with you every day. Sometimes I’d see you at school or around the OBX and I’d think, man what’s a guy gotta do to get her attention. And then you were coming up to me out of nowhere asking to do this. I only asked you to go to my parents dinner because I wanted to spend more time with you but I didn’t think you’d like an actual date.”

“I would actually, like a date.” You admitted, feeling less awkward then you should have standing there in what amounted to a wedding dress. “I would’ve gone on a date with you.”

“After this, I’ll take you out,” he agreed, smug as he smiled at you.

“Directly after this?”

“Tomorrow morning,” Topper offered. He leaned forward and kissed your forehead, “get back in there before you get in trouble.”

“Okay.” You nodded, a little more lightheaded than before, if you could describe it that way. It felt like floating on clouds.

“I’ll see you at the bottom of the stairs,” he promised, somehow easing all the tension you’d been feeling before. You nodded again, kissed his cheek, and ran off in the direction of the dressing room.

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