#he’s kinda a minor character so I’m just like he’s like this❤️

[zoolitsky-fandom]

MORE HEADCANONS BECAUSE I’M ALL POWERFUL

Please don’t get upset if you disagree with any of these!! This is just how I see the characters ^^ More context about the headcanons under the cut!

Nami

Transfem lesbian!!

Basically married to Vivi (who isn’t pictured but she gives me demigirl bisexual energy with a preference to girls)

CHUBBY BECAUSE I SAY SO!!!!! 🧡🧡🧡

And she’s still beautiful and wonderful and Sanji still simps for her. Chubby people are gorgeous

She’s technically pale but tanned a bit from being outside so much

Aaand bandaid because she’s literally just a normal girl and is susceptible to minor injuries unlike the other weird built different ppl on the crew (aside from Usopp)

sPEAKING OF USOPP!!! She’s absolute besties with him like they talk about everything and anything and gossip and all that jazz. They’re so special to me.

I’m not sure if bipolar fits entirely, but there’s definitely something with her mood swings and the intensity of her emotions. If this is insensitive at all please inform me

Chopper

Agender aroace reindeer fella??? SiGN ME UP

Both male and female reindeers have antlers so I used that to my advantage because gender silly

I think Chopper uses they/he/it, but slightly prefers to be referred to by their name rather than pronouns

Chopper has attachment issues, but I couldn’t find anything other than avoidant attachment disorder (which doesn’t seem entirely fitting). But it definitely gets very attached to others when it trusts them and has a hard time moving on.

Also I just like to draw Chopper more reindeer-like than Chopper’s canon design but aside from that I don’t really make too many design changes? Just… floofy Chopper… 🩷🩷🩷

Usopp

Panromantic asexual!!

Down bad for Sanji (he has terrible taste /j)

I had a revelation after drawing this so Usopp isn’t actually cis lol- they’re a demiboy but in a genderfluid kind of way, some days he feels more masculine and other days they feel more androgynous

I have very mixed feelings about the hair highlights,, I lowkey might not keep them but it was an experiment

FRECKLES!!! USOPP HAS FRECKLES PASS IT ON PASS IT ON!!!! 💛💛💛 Bandaid like Nami because!! They’re literally just a normal teenager!!!

Usopp has anxiety and borderline personality disorder because the feelings of superiority and inferiority? The constant fear? Being immune to Perona’s ghosts from dealing with mental illness their entire life???

Luffy

Asexual grayromantic

If he had a partner it would be gay regardless of his own gender expression (I’m projecting because I feel gay when I’m attracted to anyone)

Genderfluid, some days they prefer different pronouns but most of the time they use all at once (also is this ironic bc Luffy can’t swim but is swimming in fluid pronouns)

King of the pronouns!!! King of the genders!!! Will steal your pronouns and gender!!! Watch out!!!

I gave her vitiligo on a whim to be 100% honest, but I feel like it’s very fitting and also very fun to draw ❤️❤️❤️

I only did a headshot here because I have another post with a bunch of other drawings of this Luffy

I feel like I don’t need to explain but Luffy is very very AuDHD to me

He has so much energy and is easily distracted and gets really focused on things and likes to talk about anything and everything

Sanji

Bisexual-est guy on the planet (loves all boobs /hj)

Down bad for Usopp (they have great taste)

Demiboy but in an interchangeable kinda bigender way, he’s just both enby and male at the same time

Darker roots!! Sanji’s body hair is always notably darker than his blonde hair so I decided on darker roots

CURLY/WAVY FLUFFY HAIR SANJI SUPREMACY 💙💙💙

Depression—WHICH THEY ALL OBVIOUSLY HAVE BUT

Depression in the sense it’s the reason he smokes. It’s a kind of coping mechanism.

It makes them dazed enough that they don’t have to fully feel their own despair

GIVE HIM HEALTH PROBLEMS ODA YOU COWARD. I KNOW HE’S UNREASONABLY BUILT DIFFERENT BUT LIKE

Imagine Sanji wheezing and struggling to breathe after a fight!! Emotional scene with Chopper trying to convince them to stop smoking!!

Robin

Pansexual

Married to Franky 💜💜💜

Intersex demigirl! Like- the whole being called a monster/demon her whole life and trying to find someone who accepts her is such a good (unintentional) metaphor for the gender discovery experience,,

GIVE ROBIN THEIR MELANIN BACK!!! I don’t care if it wasn’t their original colors… neither were the blue eyes but I’m giving both to them because they deserve it!!

I wanted to give Robin more of a curly hair texture but I was concerned it would start to not really resemble her. I might play around with it another time though and see if I can achieve something still recognizable

PTSD

Do I even have to explain that-

They are traumatized and get flashbacks and night terrors

Franky

Bisexual

Married to Robin 🩵🩵🩵

TRANSMASC. I AM THE BIGGEST BELIEVER OF TRANS FRANKY.

He was abandoned by his birth parents, he has a name he doesn’t use anymore, calls everyone bro regardless of gender, HE LITERALLY REBUILT HIS ENTIRE BODY-

Even though Franky’s a cyborg I gave him visible top surgery scars. I think he would show them off with pride and doesn’t necessarily need/want to be seen as a cis man. He’s just a man who once had boobs yk?

The underside of his hair is an even brighter blue because silly!!

ADHD—he hyperfixates like a madman and is also very loud and passionate. Also idk if this is an actual ADHD thing but like he’s super empathetic and cries easily? I’m like that too so idk lol

Zoro

Demihomoromantic asexual

Hopelessly, dare I say pathetically, in love with Luffy. I want to clarify that this doesn’t make Zoro less gay and this doesn’t make Luffy less genderfluid.

Also as much as I adore trans Zoro, I think the fact that he’s a cisgender feminist is important. So I headcanon him as cis.

FLUFFY HAIR ZORO FLUFFY HAIR ZORO FLUFFY HAIR ZORO 💚💚💚

I can’t decide whether or not I like the striped hair,, I’m still on the fence about it lol

Covered in scars because he’s done so much training and fighting, I know they kind of look like something else but they aren’t, don’t worry

Idk why but I always give him a dark green undershirt

Autistic!! He has a narrow range of emotions, makes nonverbal grunts, super into swords, he’s blunt, follows routine, etc.

Aaaand that’s all of them! Phew! Thank you so much for reading 💖

Reblogs, asks, and comments are super appreciated!!

[tojiscrack]

on my weekly re-read of liar liar, and i was GOING TO pull an all nighter and finish it all, but i feel asleep before i could 😞😞

ANYWAYS!! i find it so funny that throughout the first chapter (and even later chapters, but not as much) its mentioned (and made very obvious) that y/n is a little devil child, that can be too much to handle, but never w megumi. like, idk how to explain it, but hes never thought shes “too much”, and lets her do what she wants, just puts his input in (like when she switched classes, he didnt feel overly annoyed by it, just told her that she was gonna get in trouble) (i might be wrong about this LMAO) youve written them in a way that they balance each other PERFECTLY, like they are genuinely soulmates.

the end scene of the first chapter is oddly one of my favourite parts of the fic, because we get other characters (albeit, minor characters, but wtv) opinions on them, and youve written them exactly like how they describe it. they keep each other in line, and thats why they work so well together.

anyways!!! i love this fanfic so sosososooos much!!! i dont understand how this isnt more popular because???? ITS SO GOOD???? literally how arent people falling in love with your writing within the first 1k words??

(also i meant to include this in a previous ask, but i forgot lol, BUT ONE OF MY FAV DUOS IN THE FIC (and in canon lfmao) is megumi and nobara?? everytime they’re together i genuinely laugh, you nailed their characters and character dynamic)

liar, liar masterlist here:

INCOMING YAP SESSION CUZ THIS ASK GOT ME SUPER DUPER EXCITED KSJSJDIWJ

WEEKLY reread? girl, stop, you’re gonna notice all the typos i cba to get rid of 🫣

HAHAHA, NO STOP, I HAVEN’T HAD ANYONE MENTION THE WHOLE ‘DEVIL CHILD’ THING SINCE THE FIRST TWO CHAPTERS WERE RELEASED 😭 and that, my friend, was months ago 🌝

so i’m so excited to just talk about this omggg!!! 😫💘

yes indeed 😤 megumi would most likely say she’s sm to handle, but really, he lowkey enjoys it. it’s the only time he can be an accomplice witness to such foolish behaviour, and not be reprimanded for it as much ‘cause he just has her to fall back on and blame. he won’t ever stop her, per se, but he’ll tell her once or twice ‘whatever you’re doing, it’s not gonna work’ or ‘don’t be dumb’, and think he’s done his part before being influenced by her 💀

‘i might be wro-’ stfu you’re right and you know it 🙄❤️

and you’re also right in it not being mentioned as much when they’re older. no, i did not forget to add it, that was done intentionally for two reasons:

they’re older now, so as much as she does what she wants with him, she’s a lot more tame than she was as a child. that doesn’t mean she ever regrets the stupid things she’s done (except for the whole mermaid thing, that is a lifelong regret she’ll always have 😭)

the idea that she’s such a menace has been established enough over the years to the point where no one feels the need to voice it. new characters probably would — someone like miss b who was introduced in the middle school chapter — but even then, she was exposed to the more tame versions of the chaotic duo. so everyone kinda silently acknowledges it, and only during crazy moments (like the tragic helicopter incident of 2016, rip satoru/suguru’s will to live 😔) will it actually be voiced (like ogi mistakenly believing that y/n didn’t start any of the nonsense that occurred during the incident, and that was mentioned cuz of the fact that she’s famously known to be so incredibly out of control).

the bonus scene for the first chapter was my fav to write as wellll (tho arguably, i say that about so many scenes, so the value of this statement is probably worth nothing 💀). bonus scenes were initially meant to be ONLY from other people’s pov, but i noticed how so many things from y/n and megumi’s childhood tgth are littered around the story, and that the only way you could ever get any insight of them is through the bonus scene since the chapters are too long to add flashbacks AND bonus scenes. i could always do a separate set of oneshots for them, but i don’t have the time for that (yk this through my horrid updating schedule) 😟

but i am so glad you’re telling me what you enjoyed — and more importantly, being specific about it. it lets me put into perspective how the later chapters (tho already planned) should be set out. your feedback means the world to me, and you deserve a million set of kisses every night for them <3333

‘i love this fanfic sosososo much!!! i don’t understand how this isn’t more popular because??? IT’S SO GOOD???’

okay brb, gonna go and find my right to exist and have the perfect life when cutie pies like you grace this earth 😖💞💓💗💞

maybe one day it’ll get bigger 😊 if that day ever comes, i’ll remember my og readers. i’ll remember the support i was given from them. i’ll remember people like you, who continuously flood my inbox with enough love to pull yank me out of writer’s block and squeeze out another chapter, how because of your long and juicy asks/messages/dms, the cycle of writing i have going on here continues, and i feel more and more proud that i even developed such a fic to begin with ❤️

‘literally how aren’t people falling in love with your writing after the first 1k words’ — errr probably ‘cause the first 1k words were just y/n trying (and failing) to explain what happens in her horror stories without stuttering 💀 LMFAO, SORRY 😭 i’d fall asleep on that carpet if i were the kids surrounding her, and they went to listen willingly.

but ugh, that’s so nice of you, i’m gonna siwjosnwidjwjd

AND OMG YOU’RE SO RIGHT

like everyone talks about yuji/nobara, or yuji/megumi, bUT WHAT ABOUT MY BEANS NOBARA/MEGUMI? they have a level of deep understanding with each other in canon (and in my fic, which will be addressed CHAPTERSSSS later) that i’d love to yap about, but i’ve already yapped enough, like you’re probably cringing rn i’m sorry 😭 another time, maybe 😔

[thatlotuscookie]

hi, how are you going? i was wondering if you could write something for dabi x reader who is civilian (she's not a hero and she's not a villain) but she's not quirkless either (she has a healing quirk, but she can heal only bleeding wounds). and one day dabi gets hurt on his mission and he passes out or something and reader finds him and obviously recognizes him and debates if she should take a villain to her house but decided to treat his wounds and take care of him. and she does, and the next morning dabi wakes up in a warm, cozy room and he feels like home for the first time in forever (i feel like even though villains have those hideouts they're still kinda homeless) he feels like he doesn't want to ever leave this place. and he keeps coming back every time he's hurt, and he falls in love with reader and he wants to spend every possible night with her in her house❤️🥺so cute. could you make it a longer one please

✧･ﾟ: a/n : love thiss. thank you for the request anon and thank you for the wait. i hope you enjoy this one

✧ Title: ✧ A Home for the Wounded ✧ ✧ Characters: Dabi x Fem!Reader ✧ Genre: Romance, Drama, Slight Angst, ✧ Rating: T ✧ Summary: You’re just a regular civilian with a healing quirk that can only heal bleeding wounds. One day, you find Dabi unconscious after a mission gone wrong. ✧ Content Warnings/Tags: Depictions of injury, Discussions of mental health, Dabi x Reader, Healing Quirk, Vulnerability, Slow Burn, Emotional Growth, Domestic Fluff, Comfort ✧ WC: 3120 words // 17k chars

The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the small town as you prepared dinner in your cozy kitchen. The rich aroma of herbs and spices filled the air, wrapping you in a comforting embrace. You were used to taking care of others, tending to the wounded with your healing quirk. It was a gift that made you feel somewhat out of place—neither a hero nor a villain, just a civilian with a knack for mending broken bodies.

As you chopped vegetables, you hummed softly, lost in the rhythm of preparing dinner. It was a peaceful evening, and the world outside seemed far away. You took a moment to enjoy the solitude, reflecting on your day spent tending to a few minor injuries from a local sports event.

However, the tranquility was shattered by a loud crash echoing from the alley outside your home. A jolt of adrenaline surged through you as your heart raced. Curiosity piqued, you set down your knife and approached the window, peering out into the dimming light. What you saw sent a wave of panic through you.

Dabi, the notorious villain you had only heard about in hushed whispers, lay sprawled out in the alley, barely conscious. His torn clothes and the deep gash on his side were stark against the cold ground. Blood pooled around him like a dark omen, and the sight made your stomach churn.

Fighting against your instincts, you took a deep breath. “He needs help,” you whispered to yourself, glancing back at your safe home. You couldn’t just let him bleed out. Despite the risks, you rushed outside, heart pounding in your chest.

As you approached, a mix of fear and determination filled you. Dabi looked up, confusion and pain flashing in his eyes. “What are you doing here?” he slurred, trying to push himself up but failing.

“Just stay still,” you replied, kneeling beside him. “I’m going to help you.”

He smirked weakly, though it looked more like a grimace. “You really think you can help a villain?”

You focused on assessing the wound, feeling a sense of urgency wash over you. “I have a healing quirk. It’ll stop the bleeding, but you need to get to a hospital.”

He shook his head, his expression turning serious. “No hospitals. Just… do what you can.”

With a determined nod, you helped him sit up, positioning yourself behind him to support his weight. “Alright, but you need to trust me. I’m going to carry you back to my place.”

He snorted, clearly skeptical. “Yeah, right. And how do you plan to do that?”

“I’m stronger than I look,” you said, mustering your confidence. It took every ounce of strength, but you managed to help him back to your house. As you crossed the threshold, a rush of anxiety coursed through you. What were you doing, bringing a villain into your home? But the thought of leaving him out there, bleeding and vulnerable, made it impossible to turn back.

Once inside, you guided him to your small living room, where a plush couch awaited. Dabi flopped onto it, letting out a pained groan as you hurried to gather your supplies. Your hands shook slightly as you prepared antiseptic and gauze, your mind racing with what could go wrong.

“Just… get it over with,” he muttered, closing his eyes.

You could see the tension in his shoulders, and it made your heart ache. As you applied antiseptic to the wound, trying to be gentle, he winced. “Sorry,” you murmured, focusing on the task at hand.

After cleaning the wound, you concentrated your healing quirk on the gash, feeling the warmth of your energy seep into him. It was a strange sensation, being so close to someone you’d only ever heard of in hushed whispers. As the blood began to clot and the wound started to close, you couldn’t help but steal glances at him. The scars on his body told stories of battles fought and hardships endured.

When you finally finished, Dabi opened his eyes, blinking slowly. “That… actually helped,” he said, surprise evident in his voice.

You smiled softly, feeling a sense of relief wash over you. “Good. Just try to rest now. You’ll need your strength.”

He propped himself up on the couch, looking around your cozy living room. “You really brought me here, huh?”

“Someone had to help you,” you replied, grabbing a blanket from the back of the couch and tossing it over him. “Besides, I couldn’t just leave you out there.”

His gaze softened as he watched you, a mixture of gratitude and something deeper flickering in his eyes. “You’re different,” he mused, almost to himself. “Most people would’ve just run the other way.”

“I’m not most people,” you said lightly, sitting down in a chair across from him. “Besides, everyone deserves help, even you.”

Dabi snorted, an amused glint in his eyes. “That’s a dangerous mindset to have.”

You shrugged, feeling your cheeks flush at the intensity of his gaze. “Maybe. But it’s how I was raised. People can surprise you.”

A comfortable silence fell between you, the only sound the soft rustle of the blanket as he shifted. Dabi looked more relaxed now, the tension in his body easing.

Eventually, he spoke up again, his voice quieter. “You have a nice place. Feels… cozy.”

You smiled, warmth flooding your chest at his compliment. “Thanks. It’s not much, but I like it.”

He met your gaze, a serious look in his eyes. “I’ve never really had a home, you know? Just hideouts and places to lay low.”

Your heart ached at his confession, realizing how lonely he must feel despite being surrounded by others in the League. “You can stay here as long as you need to,” you offered without thinking.

“Really?” Dabi’s voice was low, disbelief flickering across his features.

“Of course. I mean, I can’t have you bleeding out on my couch. It’s just… common sense.” You laughed lightly, trying to ease the tension, but there was a hint of truth to your words. You found yourself wanting him around.

He regarded you for a moment, and you could see the conflict in his eyes. “You don’t get it. I’m not… I’m not a good person.”

“Neither am I,” you replied with a small smile. “But we can try to be better together, right?”

Dabi chuckled, the sound deep and low. “You really are something else, huh?”

You shrugged again, feeling a rush of warmth at his words. “You’re not so bad yourself, you know.”

He settled back against the couch, a soft smile forming on his lips. “Guess I’ll be crashing here more often then.”

Your heart skipped a beat, excitement coursing through you at the thought. You spent the night talking, sharing stories and laughing, and as the hours passed, Dabi’s presence filled the room with a warmth that felt strangely comforting. You found yourself entranced by the way he spoke, the way his eyes sparkled when he shared a piece of himself with you.

When morning came, you woke to the soft rays of sunlight streaming through your window. You glanced over to see Dabi still asleep on the couch, his features peaceful and serene, a stark contrast to the chaos he usually embodied. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight—he looked almost vulnerable in that moment, a man stripped of his villainous façade.

After preparing breakfast, you set a plate beside him, gently nudging him awake. Dabi blinked awake, disoriented for a moment until his gaze landed on the food. “What’s this?”

“Breakfast,” you said cheerfully. “Thought you might be hungry.”

He sat up slowly, the blanket slipping off his shoulders. You noticed the way he hesitated before reaching for the food, almost as if he were unsure he deserved it.

“Eat up,” you encouraged, handing him a fork.

As he took a bite, his eyes widened in surprise. “This is… actually good.”

You laughed, enjoying the look of disbelief on his face. “Of course it is. I’m not that bad of a cook!”

Dabi smirked, his demeanor lightening as he took another bite. “Guess I underestimated you.”

A comfortable silence fell between you again, the warmth of the food and the cozy atmosphere wrapping around you like a blanket.

“Thanks for not kicking me out last night,” Dabi said suddenly, his voice quieter than before. “You didn’t have to take me in.”

You shrugged, a soft smile on your lips. “I wanted to help. And honestly, I’m glad you’re here.”

His gaze flickered to you, and you could feel the intensity of his stare. “You’re something else, you know that? Most people wouldn’t want a villain in their home.”

“Maybe they just don’t see the person beneath the villain,” you replied, feeling brave. “Everyone has their reasons for being who they are.”

He fell silent, and for a moment, you wondered what thoughts were swirling through his mind. Then, he leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand, his expression serious. “You’re not afraid of me?”

“Should I be?” you teased lightly, trying to ease the tension. But deep down, you felt a twinge of vulnerability in his question.

“Maybe,” he replied, his smirk returning. “But I’m glad you’re not.”

The two of you spent the rest of the day talking, laughing, and sharing stories about your lives. The more you learned about him, the more you realized how complex he truly was—a man shaped by pain, longing for acceptance and a place to call home.

As night fell, you found yourself sitting on the couch together, the soft glow of the lamp illuminating the room. Dabi was leaning against the armrest, his eyes slightly unfocused as he glanced at you, lost in thought.

“What’s on your mind?” you asked, curiosity bubbling up inside you.

He hesitated for a moment, then spoke. “You’re the first person who’s ever made me feel… normal.”

Your heart swelled at his words. “Normal can be overrated. It’s nice to be a little different.”

Dabi chuckled softly, and you couldn’t help but smile back at him. The connection between you deepened, and you knew that despite the darkness of his past, there was a light that could shine through.

In the weeks that followed, Dabi became a regular fixture in your life. He would appear at your doorstep, sometimes with small gifts—a book he thought you’d like or a random trinket he found interesting. And every time he entered your home, it felt like an adventure waiting to unfold.

You shared meals, movie nights, and late-night conversations that stretched into the early hours. Slowly, the barriers between you began to dissolve, and you both found solace in each other’s company. You learned to see the man beneath the scars and shadows, and Dabi learned that not everyone would judge him for his past.

One night, as you curled up together on the couch, Dabi looked at you with an intensity that made your heart race. “You’ve changed me,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

You turned to face him, searching his gaze for the truth in his words. “I just helped you see who you really are. You’re not just a villain, Dabi.”

He smiled softly, and you could see a glimmer of hope in his eyes. “Maybe I don’t have to be.”

As you leaned in closer, feeling the warmth radiating from him, you knew that this connection was something special. It was more than just helping a wounded villain; it was about two souls finding their way to each other amidst the chaos of the world.

In that moment, you realized that together, you could create a space that felt like home—a place where both of you could heal, grow, and perhaps even find love.

As the weeks turned into months, your bond deepened. Dabi started to reveal more about his past, the struggles he faced, and the choices he made. And each time, you listened without judgment, offering comfort and understanding. In return, he shared laughter, jokes, and even moments of vulnerability that he had never shown anyone before.

It was during one particularly quiet evening that you both found yourselves lying on the couch, watching the stars twinkle outside your window. The weight of unspoken words hung in the air, and you turned to him, your heart racing.

“Dabi,” you began hesitantly, “do you ever think about what it would be like to… start over?”

He turned his head to look at you, his expression thoughtful. “Every day. But it’s hard to imagine what that would look like for me.”

“What if it didn’t have to be so hard?” you proposed gently. “What if you could find a new path, one that didn’t involve the League or the darkness that surrounds you?”

He studied you for a long moment, and you could see the flicker of hope in his eyes. “You make it sound so easy.”

“It’s not easy,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “But I believe it’s possible. And I want to help you find that path.”

He leaned closer, his heart pounding in his chest. “You really mean that?”

You nodded, determination filling you. “I do. I’m here for you, no matter what.”

As the tension between you thickened, Dabi hesitated before reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “You’re… something else, you know that?”

“I just want to see you happy,” you replied softly, your heart racing at the closeness.

In that moment, something shifted between you. Dabi leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a tentative kiss. It was soft at first, both of you surprised by the sudden rush of emotions that surged between you. But as the kiss deepened, you melted against him, your heart soaring.

When you finally pulled back, both breathless and wide-eyed, Dabi’s gaze locked onto yours. “I didn’t expect that.”

“Neither did I,” you admitted, your cheeks flushing. “But I’m glad it happened.”

He smirked, the familiar mischief returning to his expression. “Guess I’ll have to keep surprising you then.”

From that day on, your relationship evolved into something beautiful. You spent your days exploring the world together, finding joy in the little things. Dabi would teach you about the city’s hidden corners, and you would introduce him to your favorite hobbies—cooking, painting, and even gardening. With each passing moment, the walls he had built around his heart began to crumble.

You watched as he blossomed, the light of hope flickering brighter in his eyes. He started to smile more, laugh freely, and even open up about his dreams. It was a remarkable transformation, and you couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride for the progress he was making.

But with every step forward, there were also challenges. Dabi would sometimes pull away, haunted by his past, and the weight of his choices would threaten to drown him. During those moments, you would remind him of the strength he held within, encouraging him to keep pushing forward.

One evening, as you sat together on the porch, the sunset casting a golden hue over the landscape, Dabi turned to you with a serious expression. “What if I mess this up? What if I can’t be the person you see in me?”

You reached out, intertwining your fingers with his. “You’re not perfect, and neither am I. But we’ll face whatever comes our way together. You don’t have to do this alone.”

He let out a shaky breath, the weight of uncertainty lifting slightly. “You really believe that, don’t you?”

“Absolutely,” you replied, squeezing his hand. “You’ve already come so far. I have faith in you.”

In that moment, Dabi leaned in, pressing his forehead against yours. “I don’t deserve you.”

“That’s not true,” you whispered, your heart swelling with affection. “You deserve all the happiness in the world. And I want to help you find it.”

As he pulled back, his gaze softened, and a genuine smile broke across his face. “You’re amazing, you know that?”

You laughed lightly, feeling the warmth of his words wash over you. “I’m just being honest.”

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. Your bond only grew stronger, and each day spent together felt like an adventure waiting to unfold. Dabi began to find solace in your presence, and the shadows that once loomed over him started to fade away.

One night, as you sat on the couch together, a movie playing in the background, Dabi looked at you with a thoughtful expression. “You’ve changed my life.”

You turned to him, surprise flickering in your eyes. “I didn’t do that much.”

“Yes, you did,” he insisted, his tone serious. “You showed me that I can be more than just a villain. You’ve given me hope.”

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, overwhelmed by his words. “I just wanted you to see the person I see.”

Dabi reached out, brushing his thumb over your cheek. “And I want to be that person for you. I’m done running from my past.”

Your heart soared at his confession, a sense of relief washing over you. “I believe in you.”

As the weeks passed, you began to make plans for a future together—one where Dabi could start fresh, free from the constraints of his past. You dreamt of traveling, exploring new places, and creating memories that would last a lifetime.

One evening, as you prepared dinner together, Dabi watched you chop vegetables with an amused expression. “I can’t believe you actually enjoy cooking,” he teased, leaning against the counter.

You shot him a playful glare, a smile tugging at your lips. “What’s wrong with cooking? It’s therapeutic!”

He shrugged, feigning innocence. “Just never thought I’d meet a villain who loves to cook.”

You chuckled, the lightness of the moment easing any lingering tension. “Well, you know what they say—everyone has layers.”

“Just like an onion,” he quipped, mimicking the way you chopped.

As laughter filled the kitchen, the bond between you grew stronger, solidifying the trust and affection that had blossomed over the months. You felt like a team, ready to take on whatever challenges lay ahead.

That night, as you both settled into bed, Dabi wrapped his arms around you, holding you close. You could feel the warmth radiating from him, a comforting presence that made you feel safe.

“Thanks for everything,” he whispered, his breath tickling your ear.

“Always,” you replied, snuggling deeper into his embrace.

In that moment, you knew that no matter what lay ahead, you would face it together—two souls intertwined, ready to carve out a new path filled with hope, love, and the promise of a brighter future.

[alwaysaslutforfic]

Tsukki Headcanons ❤️ - NSFW

Just some musings on my favourite Sendai Frogs middle blocker ☺️

Warnings: nothing super explicit. Mentions of sending nudes, hair pulling, and oral sex

Minors keep away from the cut and DNI!

Beta readers? Pft

Listens to any and everything but with a purpose 👌🏾. Ask him for a recommendation in any genre and he’ll give you a top 5 tier list. Has playlists arranged by mood, genre, vibe and occasion (he even has one for you that he will literally never tell you about but plays often. He just tells you it’s his favourite mix). Dude is highkey a music snob. Like he’ll listen to a song in any genre but it better be a fucking ✨S tier song✨ or he will Judge. Will never concede the aux cord.

Meanest tutor ever. Will have you crying at the kitchen table asking the same question till you get it right. “If Johnny has 5 apples! 😤” typa tutor. But his notes are amazing and he’ll always lend them without question.

We already know how I feel about clingy Tsukki. But let me reiterate: this man is obsessed with being in your personal space. Like ”I’m gonna go take a shower.” ”….. without me? 😒”

But he also respects your space when you need it. Just don’t be gone too long or he’ll get lonely. He’s highkey touch starved.

An impeccable driver. And unreasonably hot while doing it. I’m talking hand on thigh, arm on headrest when reversing, will do your seatbelt HOT. And you’re his favourite passenger princess. Tsukki refuses to let anyone adjust your seat. If they’re feeling cramped they’re more than welcome to sit in the back, or even better, walk.

A great cook. He lets you be the taste tester when you cook together. If you can’t cook this is the one time he has an amount of patience teaching you. He is, however, a horrendous baker. Tried to make you valentines day chocolates and you had to throw out the tea towels cos they somehow ended up singed. You laughed till you cried he’d have been hurt about it if you weren’t so beautiful

Likewise, his actions speak louder than his words when it comes to affection. Obviously he compliments you and tells you he loves you, but only on special occasions like birthdays, christmases and blowing your back out ten ways till sunday. But mostly he’ll show you how much he cares by treating you like royalty. Carries your bags while calling you weak, says ‘no’ every single time you ask for a favour but does it anyways, takes you for walks to your favourite ice cream shop and pays for both of you while you bitch about a character in your dumb show that he hates (read: binges with you and gets invested in)

A slip it in while you watch a movie kinda dude. At this point the Netflix subscription is for show. There is literally no point in trying to watch something with him because your legs will be over his shoulders way before the halfway mark.

Much like his actions speaking louder than words, he’s willing to try anything once if you suggest it. This has led to a very interesting bedroom life. There were obviously things that you both decided weren’t for you, but Tsukki would do anything to please you even if he’d never confess it. Once you asked for a personalised dildo so you could have his dick whenever you wanted as a joke. It was there by next week.

Loves fucking you in public. You guys are banned from THREE different lingerie stores. You’re 65% sure he only takes you out so much so he can find somewhere to fuck you, since it’s how most of your dates end. The Karasuno gang clocked you two on a club night when Noya and Tanaka took a badly timed trip to the bathroom. They are constantly embarrassed when you two go missing for half an hour and return dishevelled.

Send. Him. Nudes 😩 Especially when he’s busy. He sends them back and holy shit are they art personified. He heard “don’t send dick pics, send cumshot vids with the sound on” and boy did he run with it in the best of ways. Has a password protected folder for all the filth you send each other.

Speaking of nudes, his dick is so pretty. He doesn’t even manscape. It’s just long and slightly curved with just the right amount of hair. Also so much pre-cum. He was actually a little embarassed by it until he saw how much you loved licking him clean.

Pull his hair and listen to him moan. If you pull it hard enough when he’s close he will just cum. He definitely wasn’t embarrassed the first time it happened. Now it’s sort of a game to see if you can use it to get him off when he’s going down on you.

He’s reconciled with the fact that he has a volleyball brain. Seeing you at his games, and feeling your eyes on him as he jumps blocks is like foreplay to him. It’s always a race to see how quickly he can get you naked and under him after a match.

I will undoubtly have more thoughts on this, because I spend an unreasonable amount of time thinking about Tsukishima Kei

[lifeafterartsch00l]

✨ Sns rec’s ✨

I read a fabulous post from @longlivefeedback about supporting authors so I thought I’d try and give it a go since I’m constantly looking through the Naruto/Sasuke tag 🙊 I’m going to try and make a new habit and post once a week with my sasunaru/narusasu/sns (and maybe other pairings/fandoms) recs!

Some awesome fics I’ve been enjoying on a03 lately include:

Finger on the detonator by foreverbaby

Twelve Steps by foreverbaby

An anchor in the storm by cecific

don’t act like it’s a bad thing (to fall in love with me) by heartsugu

What counts for anything by kayeeyooblue

Solis occasum by wouldyoukiindly

Konohamaru wanted to rest by anaria_k

Thank you talented authors 😊 I don’t think I’m following any of these authors on tumblr 🤔 but I’ll look for them! 🤗 please tag them in the comments if you know who they are!

Read below for details on fic recommendations ⬇️

Finger on the detonator by foreverbaby

Im so happy i finally found this author! I started with Finger on the detonator but Twelve Steps really spoke to me and my own feelings/experiences with a difficult childhood. And making art! I love how sexy and meta and healing and radical they are. I’m excited to read more from this author ❤️ Multiple chapters.

“Chapters: 2/?

Rating: Explicit

Relationships: Uchiha Sasuke/Uzumaki Naruto

Characters: Shimura Danzou, Hyuuga Neji, Sai (Naruto), Juugo (Naruto)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Activism, High School, Military Backstory, Politics, Teenage Rebellion, Partners in Crime, Gay Uchiha Sasuke, Crack Treated Seriously, Anarchy, Making Out, lazy US-specific setting...sorry, Wet Dream, Breaking and Entering, Minor Injuries, Closet Sex, Frottage

Summary:

uzumakiswag: this might b kinda weird but like i just got back from my deployment and stuff and i saw u on the kwp direct action discord when i joined that? and i was gonna go to a meetup but idk anybody else there yet sooo do u go to those? wld u want to go together next week? hahaha

taka99: That's a joke right

uzumakiswag: no y is that funnyp

taka99: You’re literally in the US military

It's totally normal to engage in a little gay domestic terrorism just to impress your crush...right?”

Twelve Steps by foreverbaby

“Chapters: 3/3

Rating: Explicit

Relationships: Uchiha Sasuke/Uzumaki Naruto, minor past naruto/sakura and sasuke/suigetsu

Characters: Uzumaki Naruto, Uchiha Sasuke, Hoozuki Suigetsu, Haruno Sakura

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, POV Alternating, Alcoholics Anonymous, Childhood Friends, Childhood Trauma, Addiction, Homophobia, Light Angst, sasuke vapes, criterion channel and chill, Blow Jobs, Shower Sex, Friends to Lovers, naruto's bi awakening, sasuke's issues

Summary: One day at a time, they always said. But for Sasuke every single day was exactly the same: serving the same gruff truckers the same greasy pancakes and eggs, heading to the same gym to do the same workout, going home to stare at the same half-formed Final Draft document, then waking up the next morning to do the same thing all over again. Was that really one day at a time, or was it more like one single hellish stretched-out day that dragged on endlessly and forever? And what exactly was the point of staying clean when that was your reward?

Everybody told Naruto after Sakura called off their engagement that what he needed was a “fresh start.” Naruto’s fresh start had so far consisted of a new city where he knew nobody, a park ranger job that paid him sub-minimum-wage, an empty studio apartment in a part of town not yet gentrified enough to be out of that price range, a lot of lonely Skyping with his friends, and, now, apparently, an A.A. meeting at a Quality Inn.

When Naruto moves away from his hometown after a breakup, he's surprised to see someone he recognizes at his first A.A. meeting in a new city: his childhood best friend, Sasuke Uchiha”

An anchor in the storm by cecific

One shot, contemporary au, poem. POV from Sasuke. I haven’t read any poems before for sns! Lovely, great ending 🥹💗 the author says their English is bad but I truly think no apology is needed because i think their English is great and hell I only speak English and can’t write poetry!

“Chapters: 1/1

Rating: General Audiences

Relationships: Uchiha Sasuke/Uzumaki Naruto

Characters: Uchiha Sasuke, Uzumaki Naruto

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Idiots in Love, Uchiha Sasuke Needs a Hug, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Falling In Love, slow burn but it never actually lights on fire, Sasuke's mother is dead, Sick Character, Soulmates

Summary: Sasuke's on a blind date set up by his father, his date is late so a young bright man keeps him company.. It feels like a fated encounter between the two.

Essentially a poem that tells a story. Also sorry, English is my first language and yet I'm horrid!”

don’t act like it’s a bad thing (to fall in love with me) by heartsugu

One shot. Sweet n spicy, my fave combination! 🍭🔥 I really loved how Naruto was written here & that it’s Sakura positive 😊 I really hope this author writes more sns 🤞😍🤞

“Chapters: 1/1

Rating: Mature

Relationships: Uchiha Sasuke/Uzumaki Naruto, Haruno Sakura & Uchiha Sasuke

Characters: Uzumaki Naruto, Uchiha Sasuke, Haruno Sakura, Dai-nana-han | Team 7 Ensemble (Naruto), Yamanaka Ino, Hatake Kakashi

Additional Tags: POV Uchiha Sasuke, Uchiha Sasuke Returns to Konoha, Blank Period (Naruto), Haruno Sakura is So Done, Background Relationships, Mild Hurt/Comfort, mostly fluff tbh, Bad Humor, Emotional Constipation, Dai-nana-han | Team 7 Shenanigans (Naruto), Mutual Pining, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Haruno Sakura & Uchiha Sasuke are Best Friends, Domestic, Making Out, Love Bites, Resolved Sexual Tension, No beta we die like Neji, Everyone Is Gay, Self-Indulgent, Minor Haruno Sakura/Yamanaka Ino

Summary: He hadn’t meant for it to get this bad, but being back in Konoha had shown him how dull his world was without Naruto.

Being dragged around on dumb errands, or training together, or even just sitting around and watching the sunset had given Sasuke peace of mind he hadn’t ever known. He felt like himself again, and Naruto was the cause.

Naruto was his home.

5,000 words of sns word vomit because this is what makes me happy these days idk”

What counts for anything by kayeeyooblue

I love how in this fic Sasuke gets to try normalcy and be an awkward teen! 😭 ❤️ great dynamic between Sasuke & Naruto (I really enjoyed reading about their developing relationship) & also spicy 🔥

“Chapters: 12/?

Rating: Not Rated

Relationships: Uchiha Sasuke/Uzumaki Naruto

Characters: Uzumaki Naruto, Uchiha Sasuke, Hatake Kakashi, Tsunade (Naruto), Haruno Sakura, Nara Shikamaru, Uchiha Itachi

Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Getting Together, Slow Burn, Coming of Age, Soft Uchiha Sasuke, Sexual exploration, First Kiss, First Time

Summary: months after the 4th war, sasuke and naruto meet again. except now they have time”

Solis occasum by wouldyoukiindly

Reading this was like a fresh breath of air! I loved how the characterisation felt very true. I hope they do more chapters! 💗🙏🏽Canon divergent Boruto-era.

“Chapters: 1/?

Rating: Mature

Relationships: Uchiha Sasuke/Uzumaki Naruto, Haruno Sakura/Hyuuga Hinata

Characters: Uzumaki Naruto, Uchiha Sasuke, Haruno Sakura, Hyuuga Hinata

Additional Tags: Old men naruto and sasuke find out they're gay in their 30s, Hokage Uzumaki Naruto, Co-Parenting, Divorce, more tags when i write more!, Hinata is Naruto's best friend, Sakura is Sasuke's best friend, Domestic Fluff, Naruto has ADHD, sasuke has autism

Summary: After becoming Hokage, Naruto notices that despite it all, he's had no time to hang out with his best friend. He never realized how much he missed Sasuke's attitude, demeanour, and all around being; he hasn't felt this way about anyone before.

It's always been Sasuke, hasn't it?

And maybe that realization will be the very end of him.

(Naruto and sasuke realize they're gay in their 30s and divorce their wives, who in turn, realize they are also gay and everyone is friends and co-parents. yessir.)”

Konohamaru wanted to rest by anaria_k

Cheeky, sexy, & Konohamaru POV! One shot. I love looking at sasunaru fanart and I love it when clever authors make fanfic inspired by it (author links the art which helped inspire the fic). 😋🫶🏽 one shot

“Chapters: 1/1

Rating: Mature

Relationships: Uchiha Sasuke/Uzumaki Naruto

Characters: Sarutobi Konohamaru, Uzumaki Naruto, Uchiha Sasuke

Additional Tags: Comedy, Post-Canon, Post-War, Blank Period (Naruto), Post-Fourth Shinobi War (Naruto), Drabble, Pre-Slash, Semi-Public Sex, Third Wheels, Konohamaru sees something he wasn't intending to see, Hot, Dirty Thoughts, Pre-Relationship, Canon Compliant, Not a Date, Idiots in Love, Boys In Love, everyone can see it, Konohamaru does for sure, Sexual Tension, also Konohamaru might be accidentaly bi

Summary: Konohamaru returns from a mission to the village and, finding himself in a bar, accidentally witnesses a very non-accidental scene. He doesn't like it. Although?…”

🍥+🍅=❤️

[coochellati]

Team Bruno fr, I think I was sold pretty quickly and he only got better and better for me haha-

It’s pretty funny because if I’m watching anything with someone and they see me taking notes they’re usually a bit confused but curious about what I might be writing down haha. Usually it’s never anything that important to the story (unless it’s some major detail I don’t wanna forget) and it’s just me just taking notes about traits about the characters I like.

Here, I’m happy to share a couple of my silly notes! I think this shows a pretty accurate variety of the stuff I was noting:

How it started😭😭: “Ok wow Bruno’s little partners are completely insane.

This guy in blue is super superstitious

Fugo acts all calm but he has QUITE a temper

Little guy is just learning. And also incredibly angry.

Abbacchio.”

“Bruno has a good heart🥺🥺”

I wrote out the bit of backstory they revealed about his childhood, which is one thing, but as I was scrolling through my notes looking for interesting examples I noticed I even wrote down a note about how Bruno weighed a little bit more than Prosciutto, I guess I just found that interesting lol.

And I found a special fondness for his place in the other team member’s backstories, but specifically Narancia’s. Bruno’s a specific character type I’ve always admired. I know I won’t be the best at explaining it but I loved that part about how he yelled at Narancia about joining the mafia, but he wasn’t really angry and was just trying to protect him from a life he might regret. One of my favorite scenes for sure. I love that kinda thing.

AND the way his face softened when Narancia swam after them, he was so. Happy. Please. Let Bruno be happy more often-

And I lost it at the “Arrivederci,” scene during the Grateful Dead arc, it was actually so cool and I feel like just watching that scene raised my own coolness by 5%.

Ok trying not to ramble too much but I especially appreciated his reaction to Abbacchio’s death. Watching the leader character having to be strong for the team, but inwardly it’s hurting them so badly-

And to end it on a lighter note, even before I had started jjba I always had a fondness for Bruno’s design since I considered it super iconic and cool. It was neat to finally get to actually see him since he was one of the few Jojo characters I actually knew by name before watching.

And of course the occasional: wow Bruno is so hot when he *insert various hot Bruno moments here*

Fell so hard for him, wow. I do enjoy a few Jojo characters, my other really big one being Rohan, but like. If I had to pick one to actually be with how could I Not pick Bruno-

Anyways thanks for listening to this little ramble about things I ended up writing down about Bruno❤️ and I’m so glad you liked the sketch! He’s fun to draw~

Ack !!! I’m sorry this took me so long to answer 😭

I love how you’re annotating Golden Wind. I wish that I took more notes on Bruno while watching.,,.,,.. Next rewatch i think i will do that,.,.,..

“Little guy is just learning. And also incredibly angry” 😭💀 IM DEAD

Okay, I’m glad you wrote down that Bruno weighs more than Prosciutto, because I totally forgot about that. Cool fact to know.

On the topic of Bruno’s role in Narancia’s backstory—I’m going to recommend you read Purple Haze Feedback. (Here’s a link to the translated story!) It’s a novel that takes place after the events of Golden Wind. The story follows Fugo as he attempts to redeem himself in Giorno’s eyes. The best part is that PHF expands on everyone’s backstory—especially for Narancia, Bruno, and of most of all, Fugo.

PHF is not written by Araki, but there’s original illustrations from him within the novel. So is it canon? Eh—it’s semi-canon. Because this was written well before the anime came out, there are some minor contradictions to the anime’s version of the story. PHF lines up fine with the manga. …So I guess you can choose if it’s canon or not. (I like to pretend it is.)

PHF isn’t very long. I read it straight through in about 4 hours. (I could NOT put it down.)

Anyway!

You know what’s funny? I also adored Bruno’s design before actually watching part 5. And then I watched it and the same shit happened to me. We’re absolutely twinning in this scenario. 😩

…And full confession, I’m also a Rohan stan. I need that narcissistic asshole to put me in my place.

I’m always happy to listen to anyone’s jojo info dumps! You are always welcome to ramble here :)

thanks for the ask! <3

[dumbasswithapen]

Hiiiii i read your Marius fic and i love it so much! Pleeeaaaase tell me more of your thoughts about him!

HI THANKS FOR THE ASK OMG ❤️

I have SO many thoughts about Marius. Most of them catboy related because I’m not normal about cats either. here is a bulleted list of random headcanons for fun bc I cannot articulate how many insane feelings I have about him as a character right now

-Marius is allergic to so many fruits. He cannot eat most fruits or he will die/be miserable. By god he does it anyway

-he needs So Much Attention and if he doesn’t get it he will go vaguely crazy

-he has so many internalized issues about HIS sexuality and HIS gender and HIS mental health but of course it’s okay for everyone else to feel and be however they want it’s just awful when he does it (me fr)

-he was early 20s when he was mechanized, but claims he was much older

-ace and greyromantic. Sex is very much an “I am bored and we are on a long haul trip” sort of activity and a way to get affection more than anything else. He’s in the polycule bc polymech supremacy but only sometimes has romantic feelings for any given person (he does love them all though)

-feels awful about being unable to love everyone romantically all of the time even though if any of the others said the same he would fully understand and support them. He just hates himself

-has occasional psychosis episodes that he tries to hide, and generally hallucinates a lot though it’s usually minor stuff like hearing breathing or feeling things on his metal arm

-he both knows everything or nothing about medicine/psychology. It’s dependent on the needs of The Narrative. It frustrates him that sometimes he just knows things and sometimes he can’t no matter how hard he tries

-he can read body language really well but can’t really articulate his observations so he ends up being really socially conscious but unable to know exactly how to use it. It makes him anxious.

-after Nastya leaving and bifrost he tends to have episodes of intense anxiety about a specific person leaving/dying and needs to be with them constantly

-has food insecurity issues because of the environment he grew up in, hoards extra food in a secret bit of his closet “just in case” with something for all of his crewmates

Now onto catboy specific headcanons!!!

-he has cat ears and his hair is just generally very fluffy feeling?

-his species has a lot of cat traits, most of which are lost in the process of growing up (think of it like animals that change their patterns as they get older)

-had whiskers and some proper fur as a kid. Lost all traces of the proper fur but still has little acne-like scars from the whiskers that would have gone away, given he’d lived longer

-he has light tabby-like markings that are hard to see on his back and arm + legs

-he is supposed to have a tail. He has a scar instead. He has shit balance on account of the lack of tail

-only purrs when upset or in pain, not when happy or comfortable. This isn’t a species thing, it’s a him thing

-he’s got scent glands on his wrist, neck, and the base of where his tail should be

-fucking HATES the water

-could meow as a kid, he cannot as an adult but can hiss and make other cat sounds. Can kinda squeak and screech in approximation but sounds weird.

[winxanity-ii]

hey! here to say i’m sorry for the hate and vitriol you received from people angry the character wasn’t white? it’s funny because most media and the world is made for them so to get angry at the few things that aren’t? very entitled but also very fitting for white people

okay, i've been waiting for another ask like this to be sent becasue i'm too shaky to go back to the ones i've had sitting in my inbox for weeks😭, this might be a bit long, but bear with me, i can't help but making sure all points are covered.

so please, welcome how one of my character development moments came to be.... (p.s, sorry for the meme reactions they help me cope/try to remember the entire thing in a more humorous light 🫶🏾)

so basically, the entire issue that pushed me to lashout/get defensive/etc, was because i naively assumed that my thought process would be understood by everyone that came across my book, but in truth, it was more of a miscommunication issue that was exasperated by my using of random signifiers/hair types.

the miscommunications was when some assumed that by me giving the Reader has red hair and yellow eyes, i was assigning characteristics/making an OC, when in reality, i just gave Reader the main characteristics makima—the character who the whole personality is based on—had, which is: red/aurburn hair and yellow eyes.

now, this is where everything went down hill...

see, i tried to do this thing where once in a while, the readers skin tone/hair type was mention/hinted in an insignificant way, like saying:

"You pulled your hair into a bun, the soft curls tangling around your fingers in almost playful resistance; with an annoyed huff, you gave up, letting it fall however it wanted to."

or

"He grabbed your hands, captivated by the way they seemed to fit perfectly in his, unable to stop the adoring comparison; they were smaller than his, the warmth of your sun-kissed skin contrasting softly against his paler shade."

at random, like one moment it'll be curls, the next, straight, etc. ya know? but i also was kinda (read: was in fact) practicing my writing skills overall.

i adore reading—it's one main hyperfixation—so i just wanted to create what i've never had. and my writing style allows me to share this with those who've always felt the same, yet never had the guts/confidence to do it themselves...

anyways, getting back on track, combining the two, i had NUMEROUS angry/upset comments on all the platforms i posted it claiming that i was fishing for reads with a 'fake Reader' and how i needed to put blatant disclaimers that this was a Black OC—yes, you read that right ALL: wattpad, ao3, here, and quotev (especially quotev and here👀).

now, i understand the first part about fishing for reads by using an OC—i've had my fair shares of reading and going "WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT?!" when getting duped by a good ass fic—but what lost me was that there were more anger about it being a 'Black OC' instead of just being an OC at all 💀💀 like WHAT???

i was so confused (and a bit pissed) because there's no way someone the word 'tan' or 'brown' and automatically assume 'black reader' as if other racial minorities doesn't exist.

like, if i really wanted to make a black reader i would have done way more effort to showcase it, not use a flimsy word or two, but let me stop here before i make an entire essay 💀

also, i'd like to give a small apology first on behalf of not communicating better; like stated before, i'm new to the sudden boom off attention and did not know how to properly deal with an huge influx of commentary.

though i knew it shouldn't have bothered me, the more negative ones stuck out more, so i distanced myself from interacting in general so i wouldn't have to see them at all.

i'll still be distant, but i'll do better at showcasing my appreciation in other ways ❤️❤️

but yeah, that's what happened, but no worries, i just had to suck it up, take a lil break and get back on my writing shit 😎 bad days don't stop these 'tismic delusions ❤️ see you guys soon...

[redwinewhiteroses]

hiya! I think my ask didn’t sent through earlier so I’m sending it in again🥹

Just wanted to say a big thank you for holding this game for us! ❤️

I am Shu and I’m a Scorpio! One of my favourite movie character would be Louisa Clark from Me Before You, she’s just such a sunshine and a cutie pie!

My question is: what would my future spouse and I love about each other? Or any information about the relationship will be great 😊 I’m good with any 18+ info that comes in too hehe (I’m over 20 yrs old)

Thank you so much in advance! Sending much love to you, take care 🫶

All your wishes will be fulfilled with your future spouse. It will be a very happy partnership and you will have everything you want with them. There will be good physical pleasure in the relationship as well. With your marriage to them, you'll feel an increase of self-worth and wish fulfillment. Both partners will feel that their partner is a dream come true.

You might miss them a lot, maybe because they are gone away for work or they are a busy person. Or you might feel a bit disappointed with them at times, almost feeling regretful likely because of minor day-to-day situations.

They feel like you two are so compatible and you bring out the best in each other. You work together so well and they feel very supported by you. Even if you have differences, you just have good compatibility and great chemistry. In their eyes, you are a team, a unit. Always better together than you are as separate individuals 💕

You love their open-mindedness and their wisdom. You love how they just overcome challenges with resilience in novel ways. They don't always stick to the same ways, they let go of past beliefs and constantly reinvent themselves to be better. They are progressive and are unafraid to face ever changing life. You love this about them🥰

They love how responsible you are. You always put a lot of effort into the relationship. You make sure their needs are met. You are very hardworking and takes a lot upon yourself. You'll make sure household chores are done or you'll go to work and get back home and still get chores done without complaining. You are very responsible. They love and appreciate that about you💐

So for your physical relationship you both could be very possessive of each other. You could be prone to jealousy. Could be territorial with each other and very protective of each other. Kinda like she is mine, he is mine😅😚 Might be very controlling in physical affairs.

The relationship will be very nurturing and have emotional depth. There will be a lot of depth than what meets the eye. Clear communication will be important to make sure there are no misunderstandings.

That's all for your reading. I hope you enjoy it😊💕

Sending you love, light and lots of joy!🥹❤️

[chatterbox-73]

.The ‘perfect’ girl.

.Part V.

.Iida Tenya x fem!reader.

.FOOLS.

By .Troye Sivan.

Potentially graphic content, please read texted below.⬇️

This series is a character x reader multi part story, there will be graphic descriptions of disturbing content, so please reader the Content and Trigger warnings before reading each part, I do want to advise minors not to read this series and if I see any minors or even ageless profiles interesting with this series I’ll have no choice but to block said profiles. Thank you☺️❤️

You must be 18 years or older to read this...

READERS DISCRETION IS ADVISED

A/N: I’ll be also posting the part to this story on Wattpad and Ao3.

Summary: I see swimming pools and living rooms and aeroplanes

I see a little house on the hill and children's names

I see quiet nights poured over ice and Tanqueray

But everything is shattering and it's my mistake.

Only fools fall for you, only fools.

Only fools do what I do, only fools fall.

Word count: 2.9k

TW: SA, vomiting and slight panic attack.

“And I was lying… No one’s going home.” Aiwaza Sensei deadpanned and everyone eyes went wide and jaws dropped, “that was just a rational deception, to make sure you gave it your all in the test.” He smiled and everyone gasped, however one girl spoke up saying she was surprised that nobody else figured it out and that maybe she should have told everyone…

Maybe…

Of course she should have told everyone, all this made you worry for nothing. “Yeah maybe you should have…” you pouted and crossed your arms over your chest, “I could’ve gotten wrinkles from all this worrying… then what?” You sighed and put your hands on your hips, this caused the pink girl standing next to you to start laughing, “you would’ve been out of a career before it even started” she placed a hand on your shoulder and thrown her head back laughing, you could help but smile because what she said was true, you wouldn’t be an amazing hero without your looks and despite never meeting each other or even introducing yourself to her, she was able to picked out the ‘importance’ of your looks… or maybe she was just making fun of you, but either way you chuckled along with her.

“I’m Mina Ashido” the pink girl beamed as you walked back to the changing rooms, “I’m y/n, it’s nice to meet you” you smiled and continued walking along side Mina.

Mina was a pretty girl… especially for someone with a mutation… she was attractive, athletic, kinda dumb but in a cute way, but most importantly she was kind, much kinder than you, perhaps you’d learn a thing or two from being friends with her.

You and Mina had spent the rest of the day together, you’d both become inseparable, “how are you getting home?” She asked as you walked to the front gate, “train but I’ll have to take the bus to the station, though I usually just end up walking… I don’t like how crowded the buses can get” you sighed and the pink girl laughed, “well I guess we have to part way, because I’m going this way” Mina smiled and pointed the opposite direction you started to walk, “oh, well see you tomorrow” you smiled and waved before parting ways with your new found friend, “bye bye” she called and walked off, you turned and began walking to the station.

You were so wrapped up in the music playing through your headphones that you didn’t notice that you were being eyed but an older man standing a little ways down the platform, the man was pale and greasy looking, he was gangly and had unnaturally long arms with large hands on the end of those long arms, his body was hunched over and his head was tilted in your direction. The man didn’t make any moves towards you, not until the train pulled into the station, you took off your headphones as you stepped onto the train and took your bag off, placing it between your legs as to stood in the aisle holding onto a hanging handle, the gangly man walked up beside you and grabbed onto the handle beside yours.

You offered the man a smile, before pulling out your phone and checking the latest news update. There was no large incident in your area, so you should be able to go to the supermarket before heading home.

A small smile graced your lips as you began to plan your dinner for the night, you thought about what you already had at home, you remembered you had a whole crab in the freezer, some eggs and green onions in your fridge and a whole brown onion in your cupboard, you didn’t really feel like sea food, but you also didn’t want to make anything too expensive, then it hit you, you’d buy some chicken and you could make Oyakodon, you smiled brightly and slipped your phone in your pocket. You began to get lost in the thought of the delicious food you’d be making for dinner, however you were quickly brought back to reality by a hand pulling at your skirt, you froze, you couldn’t even blink or breathe, certain you’d throw up at anymore, you heard the click of a phone camera, but you couldn’t do anything.

“You smell so nice, like a sweet spring day” a horse voice whispered in your ear, his hot breath brushing against you cheeks, the smell of cigarette and alcohol filled your nose and you were instantly brought back to Sensei Hasegawa, your stomach flipped and you gripped the handle tightly, praying whatever the man was planning would be over soon. You focused your eyes on the ground as you felt the man’s hand rub over your inner thigh, “don’t cry, you’ll excite me too much” he chuckled and gripped your thigh before moving his hand up slowly.

Suddenly the train stopped and you ran… your hands shaking, you ran… your legs stiff, you ran… your head spun, you ran… your stomach tight, you ran… you jumped the ticket barrier in a single leap, you didn’t care about the voices calling after you, you didn’t care what you left behind, you could only run…

and run…

You suddenly got through the door of your apartment and dropped to the ground, you only then allowed everything to catch up to you, and everything you’d been keeping in, came out in the form of a gut wrenching sob followed by throwing up everything that sat in the pit of your stomach. You hugged yourself and continued to cry, that sleazy old man had brought back everything you’d tried so hard to hide away, your pathetic dependence, your vulnerability, your loneliness… your love.

you’d fallen in love with him…

you loved him…

you love him…

you still love Haruto…

you love him so much you can feel your heart breaking all over again, you felt truly pathetic, all those months ago you were able to see your future, happily married, two or maybe three children, a pet, a lovely little home near a park. The thought would constantly occupy your mind, but instead you lived in the painful reality that made those daydreams merely dreams and you’d never know true happiness or love…

“But who could ever love you…? You were never meant to be loved”

Those words sometimes hunted you, but that was something you’d never admit, to no one… not even yourself.

You took a deep breath and forced your tears to stop, you body still shook and your heart still aches but you weren’t going to show the world how much of a fool you were, you were not going to shed any more tears for him…

For the man you loved so dearly…

You were done acting the fool…

You’d bury your feelings, you’d bury your broken heart and any dreams of a happy life and family, because no one would love you…

You were no longer the fool…

You’d show the world that, you’d show them all that…

You were perfect, the perfect girl and no perfect girl would act so foolish, it was time for you to grow up and act the part you were made to play…

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Iida stood on the train platform and saw you slightly bopping your head to the music playing through your headphones, the boy smiled and wanted to go introduce himself to you, but you were quite intimidating, Iida felt like a fool for being too afraid to go say hi to you and he wondered what his brother would say about it, however before he could think too much about it the train pulled up and he quickly got on.

Tensei: Want to go for dinner little brother? I’ll pick you up from the station.

Iida received a text from his brother and he responded.

Tenya: I’d be glad to have dinner with you and I’ll seen you soon.

When Iida looked up from his phone he saw you had a frightened look on your face, your eyes down turned to the ground and a tall greasy man pressed right up against you, Iida watched as the man pawed at your legs, however despite this vile sight before him, Iida could find himself moving, he could only watch. Iida watched as your eyes became glassy with tears, but he still couldn’t find his footing, even as the man’s hand completely disappeared under your skirt, and all Iida could do was watch, until the train doors opened and your sprinted out of the train, leaving all your belongings behind. Iida wouldn’t normally condon running on a train station platform, however with the current situation he understood your urgencies, Iida noticed the man went to grab your bag, however before he could Iida grabbed it and said to the man it was his sister bag, the man froze momentarily and then walked off quickly to the other end of the train carriage.

Iida contemplated weather he should follow after you and return your belongings to you or not… however he settled on the latter, he felt so much shame and guilt for not doing anything, Iida didn’t believe he’d be able to face you, not just yet.

The teenager eyed the dirty old man as he stepped off the train, Iida wanted to report him but he knew it be futile as the authorities just don’t really care about things like this, if it’s not quirk related, a “serious” type of assault or there was no evidence to the crime, and in this case the police would see this as all three, despite Iida being able to argue the severity of the assault until he was blue in the face, the police just wouldn’t care…

‘it just doesn’t matter, she got away safe… what else can we do?’

Iida stepped off the train and left the platform before he met his brother outside, Tensei held a large smile on his face that suddenly dropped when he noticed his little brother’s disappointed expression, “what’s the matter Tenya? Did something happen” Tensei asked as he walked over to his brother, “my classmate… she was…” Tenya looked down and felt a tightness in his chest, Tensei placed a hand on his back and encouraged him to continue on. “What…? What did she do?” Tensei asked and Tenya only shook his head, “she did nothing wrong… there was this man on the train and he… he touched her… and I… well I did nothing” Tenya dropped his shoulders and avoided eye contact with his brother, “oh… and I’m guessing this is her bag” Tensei asked and Tenya nodded, “did she get away from him?” He asked as he took the bag from his brother, “yeah… she ran as soon as she had the chance” his eyes flickered to his older brother for a moment before returning back to the floor, “and the man didn’t follow her?” Tensei began guiding Tenya to his car, Tenya gave his bother a simple shake of his head and got into the car. Getting into the car as well and placing your bag on the back seat of his car, Tensei looked over at his brother and smiled sadly, “Tenya, it’s hard sometimes… heroes ain’t always ready for a fight or sometimes we mess up, it’s all part of the job…” Tensei rested a hand on Tenya’s shoulder, “but you did the right thing by grabbing her belongings and telling me, even though you’re ashamed and embarrassed, I’m proud you were honest… and I’m sure you’ll get a chance to make it up to her” Tensei smiled and shook his brother’s shoulder, before starting the car and driving to Tenya’s favourite takeout place.

—

You sat on the floor in front of the television, your legs pulled up to your chest and your chin resting on your knees, you mindlessly flipped over the television programs trying to settle on one, you heard your doorbell ringing which pulled your attention away from the television, you pulled the towel off your head allowing your damp hair to fall down your back, the doorbell rung again and you stood, you walked over to the door and opened it, expecting your landlord to come and tell you someone had complained about the noise you were making but in stead it was a tall man with dark hair and engines on his elbows, “can I help you?” You asked and gave the man a sceptical look.

The man chuckled while holding up your school bag, “I’m here to drop off this, I’m a pro hero… I’ve been asked to drop this off and have a chat with you” he smiled and you looked the man up and down, “how can I be sure you’re a pro hero? You need to prove it” you closed your front door slightly, so that it was open only enough to poke your head out, the man nodded and pulled out his wallet, before taking out his hero license and his drivers license. “Will this do?” He asked and passed them to you, taking the cards you read over both of them and instantly recognised the man’s hero name.

Turbo Hero: Ingenium.

You nodded and opened the door, “you can come in” you said and stepped aside for the man to come in, “wow… nice place…” the man hummed as he placed your school bag and what looked like a takeout bag on the table, “man… when I was your age I was so messy, I don’t think I could’ve kept a place this tidy” he smiled and you nodded, the man went to make another comment but you cut him off, “thank you for your help in my murder case… and for now bring me my belongings…” you bowed deeply, “thank you, Mr Ingenium” you felt like an idiot but you owed it to him, as he and his agency was a big player in solving your case.

“Oh thank you, but please there’s no need for that” he placed a hand on your shoulder once you straighten up, you nodded “okay… what would you like to drink, I have a lychee ice tea” you asked and the man nodded, “yeah that’d go great with the food I bought” he nodded and began unpacking the takeout bag, you returned to the table with the cups and bottle of ice tea, you noticed the food was set out, “you have any bowls, chopsticks and spoons?” The man asked and you nodded passing him the bottle and cups, you returned to the kitchen and looked through the cabinets for two matching bowls until you settled on two with a similar pattern and grabbed the matching spoons and chopsticks that when with the bowls, you also grabbed a serving spoon and a paper towel roll figuring you’d need it, you placed everything onto the table and moved your school bag onto the couch, “what cute bowls” the man smiled as he examined both bowls, “thank you Mr Ingenium, my grandparents got them for me, unfortunately they only got one set for each design” you smiled and sat down at the table, “that’s alright… that’s usually something my brother would worry about…” he chuckled and began serving rice into the bowls, “oh and please just call me Ingenium, you don’t need to be so formal” he smiled, you nodded and began pouring drinks for both you and him, “so you have a brother?” You asked as you placed the drink in front of him, Ingenium took place the bowls of rice down and opened the few takeout boxes, “yeah a little brother, your age actually” he smiled and said thanks because he began eating, “cool, does he want to be a hero?” You asked through a large spoonful of rice and Ingenium laughed, “yeah, he actually goes to UA” he smiled, picking up some pickles radish with his chopsticks and placing it in his bowl.

“Why are you here? Aside from dropping off my belongings” you placed your empty bowl down and watched the man finish off his drink, “I was informed about your incident on the train, I asked the agent over seeing your case if I should take your belongings to Midnight and let her handle the rest, but he told me because of my closeness to your case I’d be a good third party hero to support you… in other words they’ve asked me to mentor you, as I’m not your teacher or some agent, I’m just some guy who can be real with you, kinda like a big bro” he explained and took a large breath in, you chuckled and taking a sip of your drink, “so you’re my mentor… and you know about the train situation?” You watched his face shift from a smile to a serious expression, “I do, are you okay? There isn’t much that can be done unless you report the man and even than only the minimum will be done” he looked down at the table, “yeah I’m good, it’s really nothing…” you forced a smile and watched the man as he watched you, you weren’t sure if he believed you… he didn’t, but to save your pride he played along and let you act as though you were alright.

The night continued on with you getting to know Ingenium better and him trying to gauge your willingness to share and your emotional condition, however all you let the man see was a perfect image of yourself, Tensei had made it his goal to get to truly know you and allow you to be your imperfect self around him.

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[callsignvulture]

Author + Blog Information‼️

This is just a post to get know more about me plus more information regarding this specific blog page! This is not intended to turn into a personal blog, so any questions regarding to silly questions like “What’s your favorite band?” Or “What animes/games do you like?” Will be answer on my personal blog here! I love answering silly questions, but I’d rather keep that on my personal everyday use blog❤️

☆★☆★→About Me!←☆★☆★

Q1.✏️: What’s my name, age & pronouns?

My name is Noah, but prefer to go by my online alias of Vulture. I’m 19 years old and I use He/They pronouns!

Q2.✏️: What’s my post schedule?

It’s been kinda dotty, but on August 19th, 2024, I will be starting school again(I’m a college student studying Criminal Justice!). Once school starts, most of my posts will be on Thursdays, Fridays and Sundays unless I make an update post!

Q3.✏️: Of all things, why make posts on Call Of Duty?

While I like many other things such as Stardew Valley, Chainsaw Man, Splatoon, Fire Emblem, Cult Of The Lamb, BTD/TPOF, and so on, I have a very big soft spot for the Call Of Duty games and it’s characters! Military related things have always been one of my biggest hyperfixations growing up as a military brat* myself, so when I got into the games earlier this year, it just consumed my autism and I love it.

*Military Brat: A child who grew up/grows up with in a family where one or both parents are in the military. In my case, my dad is in the Army and I have many memories of growing up on base and going to the armory. Some good, a lot terrible, but I still fondly remember my childhood.❤️

(Call Of Duty totally doesn’t help me cope with my daddy issues and childhood trauma pffttt you’re crazy-)

Q4.✏️: Who can interact with my posts?

While I will always be happy when any fans of the games interact with my posts, I prefer those fans be over 18+ due to the fact that I post NSFW content! Of course, if someone under 18 interacts with my SFW posts, I won’t be upset. But if you are a minor and interact with my NSFW blogs, you will be blocked and removed from my page. I do repost my SFW content in my personal blog and would prefer that fans under 18 use that blog instead to see my posts!:)

Q5.✏️: If I have a suggestion, headcanon or post idea, can I post it to your ask box?

ABSOLUTELY!! I love seeing what everyone else has to say about the games and characters!! Idgaf how crazy or silly it may seem, I welcome most ideas with open arms❤️

Q6.✏️: What WILL I post?

Headcanons, NSFW, SFW, one-shots, Imagines….pretty much anything!

Q7.✏️: What WILL I NOT post?

Dead Dove, Do Not Eat. For my more hardcore stories with those contents, those will be moved to a separate blog dedicated to that. I don’t have any in works right now, but be advised that those will not be posted to this blog spot.

Q8.✏️: Why the name Vulture?

This is actually a fun question. Vulture is the call sign of one of the characters I’m writing! I’m still in the works of making the character, but the way she got her call sign is simple: She’s known for looting bodies of dead enemy soldiers like how vultures eat their food. Also, I also think it’s just a badass call sign lol.

Q9.✏️: If I have any other questions about your blog spot or you, where can I ask those questions?

Right under this post! I’m sure there’s some other questions in regards to my posts and content, or just me as a writer, but off the top of my head, I can’t think of anything else. So if I missed anything else of importance, please let me know and I will update this blog to contain those questions!

Happy readings!🤍

[maehemthemisfit]

Hiya !

How are you?

I hope you’re doing well ~

This is gonna be really messy ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১

< socially awkward person >

I wanna hear your thoughts about fontaine and the new character design, maybe it’s just me but I think the region is completely different than all the others like.. at first I didn’t realise it was genshin ˙ᵕ˙ 💧

I think they’re a little too detailed? I don’t think it’s necessarily a bad thing but it’s just a feeling

I think it’s all pretty exciting but I’m hella scared about the hydroculus collecting I swear I’d rather die than collecting those

(Didn’t finish exploring inazuma and every other thing after the release of it heheehe..)

Anyway I just wanna hear your thoughts about it!!

Bye bye !

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AH!? A wild anon had appeared!!??

Welcome, welcome, thank you for the warm greetings! I have been holding up okay today (it is very late though) it's been pretty quiet until you popped in so hello, it's nice to see new visitors, I love interactions ❤️

also don't worry if it's messy or not, I find it all endearing :)

My thoughts about Fontaine? It is pretty different from all the other regions, after sumeru, the lack of greenery kinda hit me. Definitely more advanced architecture, I'm still on the fence about the steampunk aesthetics, while I love it, I feel it can be overused in the wrong aspects and just feel out of place. Fontaine definitely has a lot going on already, but I like the grandness it radiates.

As for the characters, I'm really in love with focalor, ferminet's and clorinde's designs, I feel like they fit well especially for their characters. I genuinely like all the female characters' outfits, however, most of the male designs are a little too extravagant, at least for me. It's not too bad though. I feel like Lyney's character could use more accents for his bottom half and maybe a few minor changes (I wish he inherited the ears and tail shsgdh) but the fan art I've seen does him justice! I love the theme behind his character, it gives me mischievous vibes, he could do a lot with the power of deception. My opinions may change once I see them more in game tho.

I really can't wait for the story! I hope it's very intense, I'm so ready for all the trials and tribulations (🤭) and I hope we see more of arlecchino. I don't play genshin due to storage reasons but I try to keep up with videos so I may not know the full scope of everything but feel free to chat about anything you wish^^

Thank you for stopping by, I hope your day has been amazing and that it continues to get better!!

[stargirlfeyre]

I’m in no rush for the next books bc if she wrote ACOSF that shitty who knows what else she’ll write from other character POV’s. I can see her just turning every single fan group against eachother eventually, Like imagine if Elain argues with Rhys or Feysand over Rhys telling Az not to pursue her just yet? I could possibly no longer like her over something like that & it’s why I hope it doesn’t happen bc i’m trying to give her a chance. Or if Az keeps being annoying & reckless disobeying understandable orders? He may get on my last nerve. I’ve had it with people in the family acting up bc Feyre started a new family to get away from BS didn’t she SJM? Or if Lucien gets a POV excusing how he treated Feyre shitty or mocking or villainizing Feyre & The IC like Nesta did? If I catch Vassa talking shit since she’s already done off as annoying in Acowar & since we know Lucien is keeping information from Feysand since they said “He’s basically loyal to them now” Or Lucien still riding Tamlins too despite him being Feyre’s abuser….

There’s SO many ways these new POV’s can piss me off so I don’t mind waiting either. I even hope Bryce’s POV of them all isn’t shallow petty or annoying since even tho she’s sweet…She’s annoying to me in CC. She’s the one SJM heroine I’m not all that impressed with but I’m hoping I like her more in CC3..She’s making it seem like Bryce is unhappy there in the book synopsis already which I get bc she’s going thru it but also…SJM..Don’t piss IC fans off once again. ACOSF was the last straw for me next time..I will not hesitate to call her out for petty writing decisions.

I just….don’t fully trust this author at all with how ditzy & careless she can seem with recent books and how bad that damn rite was or how she barely fleshed out Cassian, or how it’s over sexualized or how the plot climax was underwhelming & ass or how Cass seemed rude to the IC at certain parts w always doubting and questioning every move they made even if they made sense, or how she made Nesta seem all close with Rhys when we all know Rhys would be sweeter but not THAT extra miss girl... Or the “Hehe I thought it’d be fun for Az Nesta and Cass to have a threesome & I couldn’t put it bc my editor 🫤🤭” Like girl stfu I’m so sorry to say this but..why would that have made ANY sense? Tacky..”Let me self insert into Nesta for a Bat bot threesome fantasy the younger sister and friend may have a crush on” ……..CRICKETS. Barely trained having Az say they were trained enough to make it against ILLYRIANS…

Every day I understand more & More why authors don’t interact with her much or if she does have drama among other authors bc If I read that book as an author I wouldn’t be able to take her writing seriously. Feyre got blessed with her series bc these spin-offs are embarrassing kinda…Feyre’s books only lacked in showing us her power or more of Rhys’ power..Or that she shoved her sisters drama back into her NEW life.

Anyway Rant over I love ur acc ❤️

Sjm being so reckless with this series that people no longer trusting her to do right by it is so hilarious to me. Like she needs to tap into whatever she was on when she wrote acomaf and get to work. My biggest fear is waiting years for this book just for it to be complete trash.

And I agree the way Mass’ writing (when it comes to acotar) has regressed since the main series, especially acomaf, is staggering. The issues with Feyre books are more minor or little annoying things while the issues with acosf are…insane. The excuses the main characters makes for her own behavior, ignoring plot lines in prior books, throwing in details that directly goes against what was said in prior books, the lackluster romance that seemed so much better when it was seen from the pov of someone else. I just wonder if when sjm’s editors were reading acosf for the first time, they ignored everything that was blatantly wrong with it because “oh smut🤩”.

Honestly I don’t think it would happen but if Elain and Azriel do end up I’m some drama with Feysand I’m siding with Feysand idc.

And I haven’t started CC yet. I’ve seen a few spoilers but I can’t really judge Bryce’s personality right now.

[darkrpfinders]

Hazbin Hotel (OCxCC Doubles Welcomed)

❤️❤️😈😈😇😇🪽🪽

LETS DO THIS AGAIN HOPEFULLY THE HAZBIN HOTEL FANDOM ISN’T DEAD!!!!

I’m 18+ and All Participants must be 18+ and all characters must be 18+

Please allow me to introduce myself! My name is Kim and my timezone is CST. I rp in third person and am semi literate. I will write 2-4 paragraphs each character and just ask you write no one liners.

Now onto the rp. Let’s do this again! I Love like LOVE Hazbin Hotel and I love love Vox! Like coke on dude may act like an asshole but he is those morally grey fictional men and will spoil and protect his significant other. Like I feel like he’d spoil her and such. Anyways I would ask if you could play Vox. Please portray him as best you good but I’m really asking for those who have played him before or can play him well. Idk as long as he has that touch her and I’ll kill your energy as well as a dominant character. I do also want to talk about ocs and be friends and just get all cute with our Ocs hahaha and their respective partners. A little snippet is my oc will be an overlord who is the actual Overlord of Weapons but Carmila is hee decoy because of people wanting her dead based on some rumor Val made and she is also from the 1920s. I kinda add her magic is that she can summon any weapon by thought and it would be made.

Now Rules:

1. BE OF AGE BECAUSE THIS CONTENT IS NOT FOR MINORS!!! BIG NO NO!!!

2. Next is reply length.. NO ONE LINERS

3. I'm a very enthusiastic person when it comes to rp, so please if you just want to write don't reach out. That may seem harsh but when writing I want someone who I can discuss head canons with, create playlists with and share thousand image Pinterest boards with...

4. Another is please please let me know if can’t rp or busy!

I run on CST time. I also only rp on Discord! I do double and I don’t mind doubling!

Thank you for reading! If you're interested please do let me know you want Hazbin Hotel rp not just I saw your ad. I have ton of them.

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[ghostbeam]

asking for any thots u might have on sugo <3

Sugooooooooo where do I even begin!!!

This man is SO protective. I mean we already know this. He loves to throw himself in front of danger to save other which is very noble and I do love that abt him but when it comes to you???? It’s a whole different thing. Like to the point where U can barely work cause he’s being so protective jsjkdjdkf

I think he is sooooo sweet and romantic with you. Like takes you on dates and buys you flowers and does all that gentlemanly stuff. He wants things to go right with you. He can’t fuck it up u know?? He’s lost so many people close to him that he just can risk losing you.

Which makes the fact that he’s a huge freak even better. Like I just think he’s down to try a lot of things ajshkdjdk especially stuff u wanna do.

DADDY KINK DADDY KINK DADDY KINK I’m so sorry but this man has a daddy kink. Wants to be called daddy SO BAD. The first time u ever called him that in bed he came on the spot. He loves it. Goes fucking insane if u tease him with that nickname in public too.

I also see him as a switch maybe slightly more dom leaning but not much. I just think there’s times where he wants to let go and let u be in control. Heavy into praise like whimpers at the smallest compliment kshdkdjdk oh GOD I want him.

BREEDING KINK (tbh I think almost all the pp men have breeding kinks but ajshsjsj) he will fill u up over and over until he can’t anymore. He loves watching his cum drop out of u, loves gathering some on his fingers and making u suck, loves kissing u afterwards cause he’s a freak. It’s kinda about giving u a part of him if that makes sense ajshkdjd like I just feel like he’s one of those guys who would like let u consume him if he could (but he can’t so he’ll just stuff u full of cum and be satisfied with that)

I also feel like he’s very possessive bordering on yandere but like it’s SO subtle. Like he obviously can’t keep u locked up or anything but he will keep u with him for as long as he can without it being weird ajshsksjdjd. It doesn’t really matter to u anyways. You enjoy being with him and u don’t want anyone else. And he knows that, but that doesn’t stop him from sending death glares to any man in ur vicinity. Everyone is very aware that the two of you are together.

I just think that his love is a little bit obsessive and can be a lot but honestly it’s just cause he doesn’t want to lose u. He can’t risk making another mistake. He can’t risk fucking up, and if he lost u because of something that was his fault??? It would devastate him. He’s got a big heart and he’d rip it out and give it to u if he could ajshdkd but he can’t so he’ll do everything to prove how much he loves u!!

Okay that’s it basically sjhskdhddkjf I have a lot of thoughts on him I just think like so much has happened to him that he has to be at least a little fucked up?? I mean I know he seems pretty put together most of the time but idk there’s more to that I feel ajsjdkdj but yeah<3

[mariamariquinha]

Poker Games (Mike Duarte x f!reader) - one shot

Part 2 (because I can't control myself)

Summary: The guy was a bitch. 

Word count: 5.8k

Warnings: I've never watched a single episode of Law and Order, but let’s pretend I did. A lot of bad words, unprotected p in v sex, smut, kinda of rough sex, alcohol consumption and... Eh. I guess. If there’s anything more, again, pretend you didn’t see.

Author’s Note: First of all, I would like to give a HUGE thanks to my dear (and who are already my friend, sorry) @thoroughlymodernminutia. Meaghan helped me a lot because, as I said, my ackowledgment about this show is zero. She was a sweetheart as always. Check out her gifs, too! ❤️❤️❤️

I also want to say that this will be a one time thing. Sometimes I can’t promise a shit here 😂😂😂 But now I’m kinda serious, as much as I love to write for Maurice, I’m already working with two cops (Carrillo and Benny), so I need to write for my other characters away from the police work. 

If you want to find amazing jobs about this baby here, follow @the-hinky-panda and @bullet-prooflove! They are THE BEST. 

For taglist, I’ll tag @cheesybadgers (because she’s always supporting my ideas here) and @mysoulisasunflower​ (because she’s a sweetie and make amazing gifs too).

That’s it! Woo-hoo!

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

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You didn't like him right off the bat and you never hid it; just like he didn't disguise that he noticed.

Mike Duarte could have any reputation in the Bronx Gang Unit - everyone with age and experience had one, it wasn’t spectacular and you could easily list other officers with lesser titles than his who were worthy of any pomp or recognition. And in a way, at first, things flowed well. Despite the differences, you had found a certain rhythm that didn't even include a basic exchange as ‘co-workers’.

But you didn't like him. And he knew it.

Not hate, perhaps… it was a subliminal sense that happened when you used to lay eyes on a person and knew there was something. If someone asked you, you wouldn't know how to pinpoint it. Not that someone would. As a lesser-ranked professional, as a lieutenant, you simply withheld comments about your superiors because you knew better than to try your luck. Certain kinds of opinions were better left in your own head.

Things started to escalate little by little - all because of that case. In theory, the functions there were separate. You've always been from different departments, but a common situation ended up connecting the two of you, and since then it worked. Somehow.

Sometimes the two of you discussed more banal things: procedures, bureaucracy, witnesses. As a lieutenant, again, you found your limits fairly easily, and the understanding always earned him grunts or eye rolls on your part. Duarte used to look, wait for a more verbalized reaction, and then return to the subject. His team already knew him like that, sometimes you got sympathetic or condescending looks, and that was it.

Things started to escalate to the other side at the same pace, you would say. A practically premeditated, probably predictable, fight that built up and heated up over the weeks. Ugly, cunning, with certain types of offense that bordered on a lack of respect that never existed in that implied relationship of misunderstandings. He said you didn't understand, you countered by saying he was gaslighting you. It was an exchange of complicated words that resulted in a later intervention by your captain, from your department, who really was your boss.

“If you carry on like this, you'll leave the case, understand?”

It should have been a threat, but it felt more like relief at the time. You scoffed, and in that moment, when you looked at a Duarte standing in front of you with his arms crossed, visibly victorious, you both knew there was more to it than 'professional differences'.

No one brought it up.

Did this go on for days? Weeks? Something like that. You stopped bickering with each other in conventional discussions and everything became so pragmatic, so mechanical, that when the case was resolved, you didn't feel the conventional victory or relief. Everyone went to celebrate in a bar, you attended, but you didn't stay long to raise a flag of peace. You weren’t in the mood.

He didn't seem like the type to need a few drinks to get up his nerve for something, always very assertive and confident in his own words and actions, but Duarte waited until you were alone between one round of drinks and the next, leaning against the bar.

“You don't look very satisfied,” That smug grin was there, accompanied by his eyes checking you out.

“I forgot the fireworks at home, I'm sorry.”

“I'm just saying that the merit of this is also yours. It was collaborative.”

“How many times did you have to repeat this in front of the mirror to sound even remotely convincing?”

“Three,” You rolled your eyes, turning back to the bartender preparing the drinks to give the most explicit sign of not-in-the-mood-for-talking. Duarte didn’t see it that way, though. “Four if you count that I changed the speech last time.”

“Should I be curious to know what the other version was?”

“You are good at what you do.”

That definitely wasn't expected and it wasn't the starting point of a more peaceful relationship either, but it was something. He wasn't the type to lie for benefits, nor be charming for interests - there wasn't a thing you could offer. You looked at him, he looked back at you, and for a brief moment, with the light of the establishment or just the fact that Duarte was keeping his mouth shut, you almost saw him differently.

Still, you shrugged your shoulders and maintained a veneer of disinterest.

“That's how I got to where I am and how I won almost every family poker game on Thanksgiving.”

“Almost.”

“Mm-hm.”

“Why? What could make you lost?”

At the same time, the drinks were placed in front of you and you smirked with as much falsehood as you could display, calmly grabbing the glasses.

“My aunt majored in Mathematics at Harvard.”

“Sounds unfair.”

“That's what happens when you try to face someone with more power than you, Captain Duarte. You lose.”

He didn't even look for you for the little rest of the night and when you left, carrying nothing but your own farewells even though you knew you would bump into that team eventually at the station, looking back was like seeing a puzzled figure.

That was new.

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One day, early in the morning, the two of you arrived together. You both parked, got out of your cars, and you didn't particularly see him until you noticed a hand intervene in your path to open the access door to the station. You looked up and he was smiling discreetly, further intensifying your frown. Duarte nodded inside, the door still opened by his grip.

You didn't thank him. He surely wasn’t expecting this anyway.

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It was another night shift and you were visibly tired but steady. Your part of the precinct wasn't as busy, but still, you considered it possible to enjoy your dinner in the conference room - a Caesar salad, which was hardly suitable for dinner, properly speaking, but you didn't have that in mind.

You managed to enjoy everything in silence and calm. You stretched out a little in the chair, worked on your neck and sciatic nerve, grunted and closed your eyes for a moment to relax.

*knock, knock*

Just two were enough to make you wake up from a good trance and let out a brief 'come in', waiting for what seemed to be trouble coming from somewhere. Well, it wasn't. It looked like one, though.

“Did I interrupt?” Duarte pointed at your finished meal and didn't dare go further into the room than his own head peeking through the half opened door.

Yes.

“How can I help you?”

“It's not a help. I mean, it depends on the point of view.”

You were ready to ask what that was really about, but he didn't give you a chance to answer as he walked right in and closed the door, a deck of cards in his right hand. Huh. Very funny.

“I thought you were busier,” Your voice had a sarcastic tone, almost a joyful one, and he shrugged, putting the cards in front of you.

“That night at the bar sounded like a challenge to me.”

“It wasn’t.”

“Eh. That's the problem with half-telling things to curious people.”

“They show up at your dinner hour and ask you to play poker with them?”

“I know you want to. I can see it in your eyes.”

You raised your eyebrows.

“You can’t see a thing in my eyes, Duarte.”

Of course, the idea, despite being against you, tended to be more favorable on your side than not. Still hesitantly, you pushed the remnants of your dinner aside and grabbed the cards with both hands, shuffling them.

“No chips?”

“We can work this out.”

Seconds later, Duarte returned to be in front of you, pulled up a chair and distributed two handfuls of paper clips on parallel sides. Jeez, you wanted to keep a smile or any indication of excitement from your face, but it was inevitable.

“Gambling in the workplace… I'm glad it’ll be your fault,” You murmured, shuffling the cards a little more.

“It's not gambling if we aren’t playing with money,” He explained. “But we can always adapt to our interests.”

“What makes you think that something of yours interests me?”

“I don't know. What I do know is that I want something.”

He was going to make you ask, of course he was - paying attention, it even sounded like an interrogation where Duarte planted the specific traps. There he appealed to your curiosity again.

Dammit.

“And what do you want?”

“A dinner, perhaps?”

A moment of silence fell between the two of you and you somehow expected him to laugh, say it was a joke, divert the subject to the poker game. You'd honestly prefer him to say whether he was going to play Texas Hold'em, Omaha or Courchevel; it would be easier to say that your skills were very limited and mediocre to just one of them. Of course, this wasn’t the case.

That's why you went back to the cards, saw your fingers stopped and started moving them again.

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why would you want to have dinner with me?”

“I wouldn't appreciate leaving the impression that I’m like your aunt in any way.”

It was the second time that night that Duarte left you motionless, speechless, looking at him and waiting for the laugh, the mask to fall. None of that happened. He continued to stare at the game space for a while and when he saw that you didn't react, he looked up to watch you.

“Texas?”

Right. The game. You blinked a few times, began to deal the cards and digest what he had said. It didn't sound bad, not at all, but you didn't think he'd heard you right or even considered what you'd said that night. It had been over a month. Anyone would forget.

The game started silently, just the sound of cards and clips being passed bit by bit. He won the first game by being distracted, as you just stared at the cards instead of saying anything about it or paying more attention, but there was no overheard celebration on his part. In the second, you were more prepared - more aware.

“That was just a metaphor,” Luckily, it would be a full house. Fortunately. In the meantime, you've seen Duarte shift in his chair, then adjust his bets of ten or fifteen paper clips. “I understand that your position is greater than mine.”

“But the hierarchy bothers you a little. The procedures may not work in your favor when you are one of the younger or less experienced nieces.”

That made you frown. With three cards turned over, you both raised the stakes, but you decided to keep pressing.

“Only when it is misused.”

“Do you think you were wronged?”

“Did someone scold you in any way about our discussion?”

A fourth card was turned over and you looked at each other, either because of the game or because of the tone that the conversation had just started to take. He looked for some physical trick in your expression; when he didn't find it, he gave up the move.

“Full house.”

Your clip bargain certainly felt nice, so you pulled it all in your direction and drummed your fingers on the table as you watched him get the cropper done.

“Don't you think you've come a long way for a simple poker game?”

“I think it's already clear that I didn't come for the game.”

You considered him for a while, watched the dealing of the cards.

“The dinner, then.” A statement, not a question. “Where?”

“Where do you want it to be?”

“Not in your house.”

“Scared of what you may find?”

“Don’t flatter yourself. I'm already scared of what I'm going to find before I even accept this invitation.”

He hummed, but didn’t say a thing. Hopefully, Duarte didn't even notice that you would make a Flush. The stakes were raised, he pressed harder until you both reached the fourth card.

“Funny to think you've already made up your mind.”

Well, you… didn’t. Not at the moment. You could say ‘no’ straight away and maybe he was expecting it. Still, you didn’t. And unfortunately you had no answer to that.

“Are you going to try to convince me then?”

“You don’t like me.”

“As a matter of fact.”

“Take it as a chance to confirm that I'm the asshole you think I am.”

Was that what dinners were for? To prove the point that a person was a complete idiot and spend hours dealing with it just for confirmation?

“All.” With determination, you've put all your clips into the bet. He analyzed the scene, ran his tongue over his teeth and arched an eyebrow, the smirk playing on his lips.

“All.”

Your Flush was like a sure win and you pulled it all your way with the biggest smile in the world. Duarte watched, between an abyss of curiosity and amusement, leaning back in his chair as he watched you adjust his mound and clean everything he had.

“Tomorrow at eight,” He leaned over the table, this time not distracted by any game.

“You still haven't told me where,” You, nonchalantly, kept your eyes on the cards. “And you need to win to get it, remember?”

“If I actually win, you won't accept my terms, Lieutenant,” His tone was challenging with a touch of smugness. That made you narrow your eyes at him, then shrug.

“You know that this still doesn't answer my question, don't you?”

“About me remembering the conditions of this game or why I invited you to dinner?” Duarte asked with more interest. “Yes, I remember what I said. I also remember that you didn't even hesitate to continue the game and preferred to ask my reason instead of going straight to the point, which would be your true reaction if you weren't interested, but we both already know that.”  

Again, he was met with silence.

“And as much as you have your opinions, I liked you. More than you can imagine.”

“I wouldn't have imagined.”

“That's why I took the step to tell you that I did it for both of us,” He certainly felt extremely happy of having caught you in his own sense of pride or self honor, because Duarte saw the way your lips twitched, knowing full well he got you right there. “I'm interested in continuing. Best of three?”

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He was right: you could say no. You could stop that game, not giving him the chance to win - to make his suggestion, at first.

Curiosity could be the most viable justification for this. You barely knew each other outside of work and he certainly wasn't on your list of friends, or even colleagues. In some context, between work gossip and extra alcohol at office parties, one would say he was attractive; in those conversations, you always kept quiet. Not that he wasn't handsome (he was), or that you hadn't already noticed that from the first moment (you did), but the circumstances meant that 'attractive' wasn't the first adjective that came into your head to describe him.

When you thought about dinner, you also thought about what to wear. Technically it would be something right after hours and because of the place, which was far from the police station, you wouldn't have much time for big productions, because your expectations weren't the greatest either.

You wore jeans, shirt, jacket, closed shoes. A purely professional meeting. And he thought the same thing, because when you arrived and saw him sitting at a table, casually looking at his cell phone, there was nothing new about his look.

“Ten minutes late,” He teased, watching you sit down.

“I got home to take a shower.”

“You took a shower?”

“Well, yeah.”

“Impressive.”

“I wouldn’t come here smelling like… day.”

“With all due respect, but you smell good during the day.”

That, maybe that was it. Duarte had mannerisms that were natural and intrinsic to himself, such as having the last word, pushing your buttons, and sometimes using phrases with flirty undertones. This bothered you a little because you felt inclined to give in at certain times, like when the comment was accompanied by a smirk - just the way he did in that moment.

It could be just his thing, that kind of behavior being bothersome. You didn't like to think about the possibility that, deep down, a part of you found it charming. When he wasn't using it to provoke you, of course. Didn't seem like the case at the time.

“... Thanks.”

He didn't answer, taking one last look at his phone before putting it in his pocket.

“What do you drink?” That's what Duarte asked instead.

“If I say blood from virgin girls, would you believe it?” You arched an eyebrow, seeing the way his lips curled into a small smile.

“Of course I would.”

And you got a surprise: that was a very pleasant evening. Neither Duarte nor you pressed that kind of small talk about personal life or professional past - if it was, it was very discreet, subjective, nothing you wanted to talk about too much.

He inquired about working as a lieutenant in that department, shared personal experiences from his time in the same position, but didn’t gaslighted you and offered no great advice as an older, more experienced sage. You asked about the real work in the Gang Unit, saw that he saved himself for more superficial things, and recognizing your place, you didn’t press.

No one expected an acidic comment or the moment when one of you would start a discussion if you were interested. There was a certain tune. The white flag of peace you haven't had since you met. Without effort, you'd say you could make the adjective beauty climb a little in your concept.

“I think that was better than if it was at my house,” He commented, the wind making you adjust your jacket but not repressing your scoff. You two were walking on the sidewalk, the offering of an extended conversation to a nearby park tempting enough.

“You would have to cook, so… If you say so.”

“The last time I used my kitchen for real cooking, you were probably still getting traffic tickets.”

“It's a bad way of saying that you're old.”

“And a shitty cook too.”

You both laughed, let the subject drop, and walked on for a little while longer in silence. That seemed like the right time to bring the other subject up, the reason you decided to be there in the first place.

“Listen, I… I should apologize.”

Duarte noticed the way you tipped your head to the side, trying way too hard to look at him in the eye. When you did, he was already there, stopping his steps, so you repeated the motion and sighed before keep going.

“Value judgments are not my thing, or at least they shouldn't be. I was unfair for being so direct in my opinions of you,” He just kept listening, almost lagging to give you an answer after your mouth shut.

“You had your reasons, I'm not an easy guy to deal with. Besides, what I imagine you thought of me wasn't the worst thing anyone's ever said. Just don't let your guard down now, I can still be obnoxious.”

If there was supposed to be a touch of humor in his voice, you missed it, as if the guy truly meant what he said.

“But we could go easy on each other,” The comment came right after. “You have natural leadership, this can take us to an unnecessary confrontation.”

He had his points, but you didn’t verbalize your agreement. Duarte huffed, raised both of his eyebrows and sent you a serious gaze.

“Starting with the fact you should use your words.”

“Not so fast, Captain,” You kept your feet. “I can still be obnoxious.”

“I have no doubts about that,” Was what you heard behind you as you continued walking.

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No one commented on the change in behavior between you on a day-to-day basis. Of course, it would take another joint affair to test this new phase of amenities, but it was undeniable that you two started to get along better. Sometimes he would stop by their table, say hello; on busier days, he waved. In spare days, or rather in the evenings, he would gesture with a deck of cards and you would play poker.

The bets went from paper clips to staples to real chips you found around your house. The relationship went from mutual differences to reconcilable ones. Duarte went from being an 'annoying' guy to having nicer smiles, more interesting conversations and better jokes.

At that point, between small snippets of natural provocation, the attraction began to be more latent.

You didn't like this idea. And he knew it.

This type of situation was not uncommon and usually ended well, precisely because it was naturalized. You yourself have gone through the experience, acquaintances have, but you’ve always considered yourself a person of limits and Duarte just seemed to be outside of them. Like crossing a line. He had a bigger position, people could comment - if they weren't already commenting.

But then sometimes he would look at you, measure you, make another one of those flirty phrases and do things to maintain discreet physical contact. A touch on your arm, fingers brushing as they handed over your poker bets, leg poking yours under the table. You began to think of him with a little more affection and a dedication to your carnal reactions to closeness.

Ridiculous, you knew. The guy charmed you to another one of his traps.

On Thanksgiving that year, you didn't get to go home with your family - nor with your professional poker aunt. The promise to stop by after hours was so shallow that no one really heard it, the kind that if you went straight home no one would care a lot. The situation was already conventional, missing the holidays, so it didn’t give rise to further discussions; still, you felt bad.

“What are you doing here?”

You were looking at the computer screen with the report of the last case you’re working on that month and when you looked up, you saw Duarte standing in front of your desk with a cup of coffee in his hand, unpretentiously taking time. Instead of answering, you took your badge from your belt and showed him.

“Bad day,” He concluded, but even if you wanted to stay alone, Duarte pulled a chair from another vacant table and sat down there, determined to keep up the conversation. “What is it?”

“Doesn't it seem obvious?”

“You never sold yourself as a Thanksgiving enthusiast.”

“I’m not,” You sighed. “But it would be good to, you know, take a break. Eat good food. Not having to cook for the next few days because there’s a bunch of leftovers in your fridge.”

“It makes sense. This is a good time for those looking for virgin girls for big meals.”

Again, you didn’t answer, but shot him a middle finger before going back to your computer screen. He held that silence for a while, settling himself better in his chair and sipping his coffee in no hurry. If at a certain point he touched your knee with his and pressed a little, maybe to get your attention, you pretended you didn't feel it and held your eyes on the damn report. For as long as you could, of course.

“When are you leaving today?” Another question.

“Why? Planning to participate in my hunt for the girls?”

“Nah, I’m more like the Hansel and Gretel thing.”

“How would you feed a child to make him fat if you don't know how to cook?” A small smile played on your lips and when you dared a glance at his direction, Duarte was narrowing his eyes. “And I don’t know. Probably very late.”

“How late?”

“Does it matter?”

“We could do something.”

Your fingers landed on the keyboard and, taken aback by his words, you just stood there waiting for an elaboration. He adjusted himself again, this time looking more secretive about what he was going to say.

“Have fun.”

“This is very subjective,” That defensive tone came into view and he smiled.

“Just if you think it’s subjective.”

“Right.”

“But…”

Listen, you took pride in having certain life experiences, on and off the job. Once you answered a case of a boy who called the police because his roommate took a collectible anime magazine with Chun Li in positions… minimally gynecological. This matter lasted for weeks at the station. In personal life, it wasn’t much different. When you were still using dating apps, you got on a date with a guy who took his mother along. It happened.

However, you've never seen anyone be so succinct and blunt about their intentions with someone like him. Duarte was always very sincere in terms of his opinions and wishes, the type that went after what he wanted, and you were a little perplexed because you didn't know if that was just a friendly casualty or an invitation to sex. He could be like that. Surely you weren't the first person he got involved with there - if that was the real implication.

“You know that I still don’t like you, right?”

“I wouldn’t expect less,” Mike interjected with a head tilt. “Still, I’m having considerable success, don’t I? Making you like me a little more?”

He knew the answer. He… fucking knew, but that thing of ‘verbalize’ and shit always made him who he was. Insufferable. Annoying. Hot. Fuck.

“Nope. You’re still a bitch,” You insisted with a stubbornness that made him drop his head and sigh. “No need to fake this bothers you, Duarte.”

“Quite the opposite. And I can assure you I’m not faking it.”

Duarte didn't look away, didn't hesitate, certainly didn't even blink as he said each of those words in a volume for only you to hear. And he wasn't looking at anything but your eyes. Fixed. Direct. Diligent. This is what I want, he exuded. You didn't understand why he liked to value words so much when he demonstrated so much physically.

“... Fun, you said?” Man, you knew you were getting into dangerous territory, but you couldn't help the smirk, the teasing. “Will I need to bring my poker chips?”

“We can make it better.”

You didn't like him. And he decided that, at that point, it was pure bullshit.

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In a way, you didn't know what to expect from his apartment. It's like that reaction you just have about people around you, natural assumptions your brain makes: what their favorite food is, what they do in their free time, why they dress a certain way. Still, after giving a lot of thought to knocking twice on his door and standing in the middle of Captain Mike Duarte's considerably large room, you didn't expect everything to be so… organized.

Maybe the idea of ​​him just relaxing didn't cross your mind or just wasn’t something that made sense, but your prospects suggested that for a place he would certainly barely stay for very long, everything would just be messed up. There was a nice rug between the sofa and the television, the industrial style of the room kept the tones neutral but wasn't unpleasant at all. You would definitely see a place like this on one of those real estate reality shows.

The American kitchen was technically small, with a black marble counter dividing it from where you were, and that gave Duarte full view to see your surprised expression.

“It’s not that bad, is it?”

“Not what I was expecting, you mean,” He laughed at that, walking towards you with two bottles of beer in his hands.

“Value judgment, mm? I thought we were over it.”

“You're the one who said I shouldn't get my hopes up,” Your words almost didn't come out when you turned fully towards him, mainly because Duarte was closer - too close.

“What I said was that you shouldn't let your guard down.”

“Oh, so you remember things when it’s good for you, huh?”

“Of course I do. Only someone really stupid wouldn't do that.”

“Coming from you, that’s another thing that surprises me too.”

Taking one of the bottles from his hand, you continued your way through the place, calmly looking around and stopping at the window, which didn't have a very pleasant view but good enough. By reflection, you saw him approaching again. Respectfully, he kept enough distance that you could feel the heat emanating from his body behind yours. It made you take a good swig of beer; suddenly you started to get hot.

“You didn't bring the chips,” He commented.

“No. We could make it better, yeah?” You couldn’t help it again, this time turning to look him in the face with intention. “By the way, you should be more careful, Duarte. I always catch you in your own arguments.”

“It’s because you distract me.”

“So focus. Unless you’re bluffing about making things better.”

One step. He invaded your space and hovered over you, his chest almost touching yours as his eyes studied your face, but not like the conventional everyday times. Duarte had more intentions there - more interest, more opportunity. Your eyelids grew heavy, wobbly, ready to slam shut at any moment because you weren't going to be the one to initiate.

Duarte noticed that; he smirked at that.

“I said I liked you, but I think I adore you now. Quiet, concentrating and trying hard not to give in because you’re too proud to accept the fact that you thought about it too,” His hushed voice made you shiver.

“About what?”

“Us,” You didn't see, but you heard him put his almost untouchable bottle on a table by your side, just as you felt his fingers taking yours and doing the same thing. A sarcastic comment almost came out of your mouth, which didn't happen because Duarte prevented that too with a hand cupping your chin.

“Bold,” Was all you could manage to say in a broken tone.

“You're not really going to give in, are you?”

He didn't let you answer as he shook his head negatively for a moment before pressing his lips against yours. Duarte wasn’t frigid, much less discreet about his intentions. Your mouth opened at the contact almost as if it had melted and he wasted no time in deepening the kiss, which besides being good, made you grip the fabric of his henley tightly. That first contact was intense, like one of the arguments you guys had, like the occasional exchange of barbs that resulted in you huffing or raving about something. What was different there is that there was no disagreement: Mike was already taking your shirt off the bottom of your pants and you were already doing the same with him, whimpering when his skin touched yours.

The tightness in your jaw wasn't lost amid tongues tangling and clothes being discarded, and he used it to pull his face away enough to glare at you. The two of you had a look of pure fire, grabbing what you could while metaphorically fighting for dominance that, while unnecessary, made everything more interesting.

“If I put my hand inside your panties, I'll find you wet, won't I? Wet for me?” Duarte practically growled, watching how your lips turned into a smirk.

“Just like your hard dick in your pants?” You bit back. “That’s the difference between us, Captain, you can’t even hide how I make you feel.”

He maneuvered you with exceptional skill and you had to suppress a loud moan as you were taken to lie down on a sofa that was too small for the two of you, but enough for what you were about to do. Your pants were ripped off quickly and through his tousled strands of hair, you could see an animalistic need that made you even more aroused because heavens if that wasn't one of the sexiest sights you'd ever seen.

That haste only allowed him to remove one of your legs. Luckily, he didn't zip up his own dick as he pulled down his pants and underwear all at once, revealing his throbbing member.

“I’ll fuck you now, but be sure that this cock will be stuffed in your mouth soon, Lieutenant,” Duarte pumped himself twice, using a not-so-gentle grip to open your legs more.

All uncomfortable and improvised, like you haven't been dancing around each other for months. One of your legs was out of the upholstery, as was his, but that didn't stop it from penetrating your wet pussy in the right way, making you close your eyes for the wonderful sensation of that first intrusion. You moaned in unison with that. He still waited a while for you to get used to it, took his time to reach one arm over to the curtain and pull it closed.

That was the only moment of possible sanity between you, the only time he really looked at you, without provocation or desire to tease you.

“Don’t you dare,” You said.

“Not a word. For now.”

“Don't threaten me with a good time, Duarte.”

“I knew you liked it,” He leaned in to brush his lips to yours, gave a tug in your bottom one. “Nasty girl.”

If that couch was old, new, it didn't make much difference. The thing moved with every grinding of his hips, moving and creaking with the force of his thrusts. You grabbed him everywhere: his shoulders, his back, his hair, even the unfortunate couch. His pants were still halfway down his thighs and your bra was barely holding your breasts, which went from top to bottom with the firmness of his movements.

When your pussy began to tighten and orgasm seemed close, he cupped your chin again, this time pulling your face down so he could see you.

“Eyes open.”

And that's what happened, perhaps for the first time - your guard dropped. You came with a defeated, indiscreet groan; he came a little later, pulling out to spill his cum on your bare belly. The two of you looked at the scene, tried to control your panting breaths and then faced each other, just to burst into loud laughs.

“Poker, yeah?” He spoke first, pulling his underwear up and picking up his shirt off the floor to clean you up.

“Food first. Then poker. It’s Thanksgiving, after all,” You sat up. “I’ll choose the place too.”

“The place for what?”

“Take out.”

“Listen, when I said I couldn’t cook-”

“Nn-nn, Duarte. Virgin girls, remember? No children.”

“You have no timing for these types of jokes.”

“And this couch is terrible.”