#i love to flirt while in a relationship it hits way better that flirting outside of one cause i mean every word out of my mouth

[prettyboykatsuki]

one of the best things about dating is being able to flirt shamelessly and be as irritating as humanly possible without an ounce of guilt or worry of misinterpretation . i can't vibe w someone who can't match my flirt or at least entertain me while they adamantly push me away like a hissing cat

[endzithefangirl]

"I'm gong to put 'being a WAG' on my CV"

Authors note: Here's a little Max Verstappen x TechCEO!Reader. Bet you didn't see that comng. Anyway, got the idea for this a few days ago, and I guess my love of Italian food made me finish this

Summary: Max's new relatioship causes a social media stir, but the new couple couldn't care less whilst in Italy.

Warnings: English isn't my first language, no use of Y/N, female reader, famous reader

Word count: 2k

You understood it, to a degree. Max had just broken off a three-year-long relationship right before summer break, and now suddenly he was spending the summer with you. Now you’re at the paddock... No wonder people thought there was some crossover.

The truth? You two met last New Year's at a party for some sporting event. You, being one of the sponsors for your country's national sports committee, were invited, and Max... well, Max was Max Verstappen. You hit it off, exchanged numbers, showed him around your company a few times, and took him to all of your favorite restaurants in NYC. But you knew he had a girlfriend; everyone knew. And he was taking care of her kid too.

That breakup was hard on him. He had stopped loving her, but he couldn't just kick a woman and her kid out of his house. Max waited for them to have a huge fight, and then they just... broke up. And to your surprise, he was in New York the next day, saying that he needed someone to talk to. Bullshit. You knew he liked you. Otherwise, he wouldn't have come all the way here 'just to talk.'

But here you were, in Italy, spending time with him before Monza. You were currently typing away on your phone, trying to make peace in the finance department. Max glanced up from his phone every so often, stealing peeks at you while grinning.

He had never quite been so into someone like you. You were smart, funny, talented, pretty, and on top of all that - you were also rich. But you were also the most challenging girl to flirt with Max had ever met.

"You look like you could use a break," he said, after watching you tap away at your work laptop for a few minutes.

"Probably. What's the point of having interns if they don't do anything?"

"Then you should consider hiring me; I'm pretty good at helping out," Max teased, looking up from his phone and sending you a cheeky smile. He loved a woman who was in power, who knew what she was doing, and he could tell you were used to being the boss. "Come on, take a break. You know you deserve it," Max encouraged, resting his hand on top of yours to stop you from working some more.

"I guess I could eat…" You say, closing your laptop. "I saw on Google Maps that there’s a nice pizza place down the road. We can go if you’re hungry.”

Max smiled and nodded. “Yes, I’m starving; let’s go,” he said, reaching for the car keys.

“No, it’s okay, let’s walk,” you stop him. He turned towards you, slightly confused. Usually, women would give anything to drive around with Max Verstappen. Maybe that’s just what makes you special.

The two of you walked out of the hotel, your bodyguard Lenny standing outside the door. The tall, muscular man just nodded as the two of you entered the elevator. Max found it funny that you preferred Lenny guard your stuff more than you. Especially the laptop. He sometimes wondered what you kept in there...

“Is Pierre gonna be at the race?” you asked as you exited the building, breaking the silence.

Max’s head snapped towards you, and he raised his brow. “Uh, yes, of course he is… Why?”

“Because I want to see Kika.”

“Oh, so she’s your secret F1 crush, eh?” Max said, relaxing.

You laughed. “Pierre is a solid seven with a better haircut. Kika is a twelve on a bad day.”

As you got to the bigger streets, you started to understand why Max drove everywhere. Unlike you, who were a chiller and niche celebrity, despite being incredibly rich, Max was a real superstar. Your short walk to the pizza shop became a fan meet and greet, with people coming up to you every three seconds and asking for photos.

“Is this your girlfriend?” one of the people asking for a picture asked. As you finished taking the photo, you noticed Max’s slightly flustered face as he heard the question. He stumbled, but you answered with a simple “Yeah.”

As you arrived at the restaurant, you noticed that Max was staring at you. He seemed… surprised. You laughed at his facial expression. The sound of your laugh calmed him instantly, his heartbeat beginning to return to normal. Max cursed himself in his head; he was better than this. He chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Is it something I said?"

Max ran a hand through his hair, feeling his cheeks heating up slightly. "No, no... Not really," he reassured you, trying to sound casual. "I was just... thinking."

"Okay, well I'm thinking about the food. I think a Vesuvius sounds great right now."

Max chuckled and quickly glanced down at the menu to hide his embarrassment. "Vesuvius? What the hell is a Vesuvius?" he asked, though his eyes scanned down the menu, searching for it.

"It's a type of pizza," you teased. "It's been like three minutes; have you not even skimmed the menu?"

Max fidgeted under your gaze, feeling the heat rise in his cheeks again. "What?" he asked with a nervous chuckle. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You tell me. Why are you staring?" Max shook his head, glancing up at you questioningly. He had no idea what you were thinking about. "No... What are you thinking about?" he asked, his curiosity getting the best of him.

"There are pots from 4000 years ago found in ancient Egypt that are made out of an incredibly difficult to manage material and are cut to such perfection that they balance on their round bottom."

Max's eyebrows shot up in surprise. He was expecting something totally different. Something that had at least a little bit to do with him. He chuckled, still somewhat surprised as he studied your face. "Where did that come from?" he asked incredulously.

"The Egyptians. They were like, cooking pots and stuff. Royal cooking pots probably, but still," you teased.

Max chuckled again, shaking his head in disbelief. "You're thinking about cooking pots, and here I am, just trying to figure out what I did to make you say that we're together so casually."

"What do you mean? Are we not together?"

"Well, of course we're together," Max said, his voice taking on a more serious tone now. He glanced around the restaurant briefly, making sure no one was listening in on their conversation. "I just... I didn't expect you to say it so casually," he said, his eyes meeting yours again.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't know we were keeping it a secret. I mean, I was at the paddock and all last time, and I took days off work to come to this race—"

Max shook his head, realizing you completely misunderstood what he was saying. "No, no, it's not that... I just..." he began, struggling to find the right words. He took a deep breath, his fingers fidgeting in his lap. "It's just... you're so casual about it... and I'm... a bit too flustered for my own good," he admitted, a tinge of embarrassment in his voice.

You softened up a bit. "Oh, okay, I get it. It was just a bit too shocking for you... Yeah, sorry."

Max felt his heartbeat a little faster when you softened, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Yeah, it was a bit... unexpected for me," he chuckled, feeling somewhat silly for being so flustered. "But it's fine, honestly."

"Do you think my stomach is gonna have space for gelato later? There's a really good gelateria; I can see it from the window... They make the ones with the macarons..."

Max chuckled, loving how you were so excited about the gelato. "Well, based on the amount of pizza you usually eat," he teased, a smirk on his face. "I'd say you're probably fine."

"No, they put the macarons on the gelato."

"On the gelato?" Max repeated, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise.

"I've never heard of such a thing," he said, leaning forward to get a better look out the window at the gelateria you were talking about. "Well, in that case," he said with a grin, "we're definitely going there for dessert."

After eating so much that your belts barely held, you came back to the hotel, Lenny greeting you at the door as usual. Max's stomach was stuffed to the brim, but he was in such a good mood from the good food and even better company, he didn't even care. He walked back into the hotel together with you, his hand still holding yours. Lenny greeted the two of you as usual, but Max couldn't help but notice the way Lenny looked at you, like he was analyzing you.

"All good, Len. You go to your room for the night," you said to Lenny. He nodded, smiled at the both of you, and then went off. Max watched as Lenny walked off, then turned to you, a small frown on his face.

"He was looking at you funny," he said, a protective edge to his voice.

"He thinks it's funny. That I'm dating a Formula 1 driver."

"What's so funny about that?" he protested, his grip on your hand tightening ever so slightly. "He just... I don't know, he's a big fan of yours I don't think he's processed it yet". Max's frown relaxed as you explained it, his ego immediately soothed a bit. Of course he was a big fan of his, who wasn't?

"Oh, so he's a big fan?" he teased, a hint of pride and cockiness in his voice.

You take your shoes off and lay on the bed, your stomach bloated from all the good food "Yeah. Talk to him a bit, I think it'll make him happy" You let out groan as you move "I hate you Italy. You has so much good food... I love it though"

Max chuckled, watching as you dramatically threw yourself onto the bed, your stomach protesting the amount of food you just had. "You're such a drama queen sometimes," he teased, grinning as he took off his shoes as well and joined you on the bed. He lays down beside you, running a hand over your bloated stomach. "You'll be fine," he said, though there was a hint of amusement in his voice.

"Oh, you know what I saw on TikTok?"

Max raised an eyebrow in curiosity, his hand now resting on your stomach. He didn't typically pay too much attention to TikTok, but he was more than happy to listen to you.

"What did you see?" he asked, turning his head to look at you.

"Well first of all, I'm a WAG now. Thank you for that, I will be putting that on my CV. But second, they liked that I was wearing Red Bull merch. I thought they wouldn't like it, but they did"

Max chuckled as you spoke, amused by how casually you mentioned being a WAG, and how seriously you were taking the fact that you were wearing Red Bull merchandise. "Well, of course they liked it," he said with a smirk. "You were wearing the merch of the best team out there."

He gave you a smug look, his hand moving up and tracing a lazy pattern on your stomach. "Not to mention the merch of the best driver out there."

[sugarandspicewriting]

Jealousy, Jealousy!

Summary: You're approached by someone at the bar. How do they react?

Warnings: 800 words. Mentions of insecurities on Marcille's part.

A/N: These were starting to rot in my google docs so enjoy!

Laios

girl

Congratulations on getting this man to understand that you are interested in a monogamous romantic relationship with him and got him to agree. The hardest part is over.

If he sees you having a conversation with someone it’s unlikely he’ll care. Unless they’re beastkin or some type of monster hybrid then he’ll care.

Even if he’s standing there with you and blatantly hitting on you he’ll probably say something like “yeah aren’t they so cool :) “

Sighs

It’s far more likely that you’ll be the one experiencing jealousy in the relationship since he's just as oblivious about people flirting with him than he is people flirting with you.

Marcille

She is the one who gets jealous in a very obvious way but at the same time is the one who will most vehemently deny it. 

You're having a polite conversation with an adventurer about your respective experiences in dungeons and you can almost feel her pouting at you.

When you turn to look at she has the same face she makes when Laios has a meal recommendation.

Disgust and general upsetness.

Marcille hates that she feels this way, but her insecurities always get the better of her, especially if you're a short lived race.

She already has so little time with you in this world, and she's loath to share it.

As much as she wants to, it’s unlikely that she’ll interrupt the conversation. If she sees that whoever you’re speaking to is making you uncomfortable she’ll step in but she’ll most likely just sit and pout into her food.

When you go home, she’s unusually quiet.

Unless you’re the kind of person that’s completely oblivious to other people's feelings, you’ll understand what’s going on.

The best course of action is to gently remind her that you love her and that you want to spend your life by her side, no matter how long it is.

Kabru

Somehow turns it into an opportunity to gain information

You’re chatting away and all of a sudden he’s sliding next to you and putting his hand on you somewhere and he’s doing that smile he does at the other person that tells you that he’s about to get this person's life story

If you’re introverted this could be a blessing, because he can honestly just take over the conversation from there. Kabru will buy you a drink for your troubles and you can sit there and sip while they yap.

If the person is actually interested in you the interaction will become hostile but only in its undertones.

Kabru has invested too much time and energy into being seen as kind and charming and he doesn’t want to wreck it.

He’ll start saying things like ““It’s very crowded here. Do you think anyone would notice if someone disappeared?”

“I think red is your color. Would you want to wear some soon?” 

Okay weirdo (affectionately) 

Hopefully the person he’s talking to gets the hint. If they don’t he’ll make up some excuse to remove both of you from the situation. 

Mithrun

He leans more towards possessiveness rather than jealousy.

If someone is talking to you and he doesn’t like it he will simply grab you or the offender and teleport away.

Which one he grabs depends on how aggressive he deemed them to be

If it's just a normal conversation he’ll teleport you away outside the bar. It’s pretty irritating especially if you were enjoying yourself or you were getting good information. Threaten to make him sleep on the couch. He’ll say he’s sorry but he will absolutely do it again. 

If he decides your conversation partner is being flirty with you, you’ll sense his anger without even seeing him  just before he disappears with them.

When he makes his way back you angrily ask what he’s done. He tells you he just gave them a stern talking to. Yeah sure. That person is never seen again and he receives a strongly worded message from Pattadol everytime it happens.

You should probably actually make him sleep on the couch.

Thistle

Thistle does not get jealous because he has no reason to.

No one in the Golden Kingdom is dumb enough to try and invoke his wrath especially when it comes to you.

You’re all he has left after Delgal disappeared.

Similar to Mithrun, he’s more possessive than jealous.

If he is spending time with you, he expects to have 100% of your attention.

He took a break on searching for Delgal to come and see you because he loves (is dangerously obsessed) with you! Don’t you appreciate it! Love him!

Even before the mess with Delgal when he was still a jester, I can’t imagine him being jealous.

He’s got such a one track mind, focusing on your happiness and Delgal’s, he wouldn’t really notice anyone else.

[jarofstyles]

Strawberry Sunrise

Helloooo. Welcome to part one of a short series I’m doing. I’ve been dying to do a sporty/ personal trainer sort of thing so I’ve picked this back up after abandoning it for a bit! Please leave feedback if this is something you’d like to see more of on here!

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Warnings- mention of stalking, consent, gym culture, men being creeps, smitten H, anxiety

WC- 3.8k

Harry had always enjoyed the gym.

The burn in his muscles was his release of choice, choosing to express his innermost emotions with working up a sweat as he ran miles on the treadmill, muscles straining as he lifted and knuckles sore as he worked the bag. He’d spend hours working out purely for enjoyment and release in his time off, not only for the burn but from the community surrounding it. That being said, it made a lot of sense that when he got tired early on in the corporate world, he decided to become a personal trainer. A really successful one at that- thankfully, considering his father had been very skeptical at the profession change.

Working at a higher end gym, the facilities always remained spotless. There was a sauna and steam room, an in-ground heated pool and jacuzzi room, lush locker rooms with wooden locker cubbies and provided locks and fluffy white towels, and even held a boxing ring on the bottom floor which he loved to spar in in his free time. It was in a refashioned warehouse, lux looking in a rustic way.

He built his career and clientele over the span of a few years and had gotten into the groove of it fairly quickly. Working with positive reinforcement and meditative breathing before and after each session, people found his presence calming and many trusted him to help get them to their potential- which he proudly did. His routine varied but it always ended the day with a smoothie from the smoothie bar run inside the lobby. Choco PB, Mango Delight, or a Strawberry Sunrise with extra protein were his go tos.

One of his new favorite parts about his job, though, was the new receptionist at the front desk. Y/N.

A complete and utter sweetheart who, for a lack of better words, was a breath of fresh air in the usually gruff, testosterone filled setting. He loved watching her chat, even more watching her politely reject the many customers who tried to get her number. She didn’t seem to have a clue just how alluring she was. Her beaming smile and saccharine little giggle that made his toes curl, he was crushing on her big time. If he wasn’t afraid to risk her feeling comfortable at the work environment by potentially rejecting him, he’d have asked her out already but it was only 4 months in and she was a hit with everyone. He didn’t want to be the reason she left. Most of the other trainers were in relationships or married so she had been safe and had a good relationship with them all as colleagues, though Harry liked to flirt with her lightheartedly. He could tell she got her a little flustered and the arrogant son of a bit in him fucking loved it.

But what he didn’t love, though, was when she hesitantly found him with teary eyes after locking the front door with shaky hands as closing time finished and it was just employees of the gym. Her face was pale, spooked and Harry was not a fan of. Fear didn’t suit her.

“Harry?” Her shaky voice whispered. “I don’t mean to bother you at all, but if- could you wait for me before you leave? There’s… there’s that one guy, one of Liam’s clients? He kept asking me out and he got mad that I really said no and he’s been waiting outside at closing time and I’m just-‘I’m scared and….”’a quiver of her lip made his chest ache while also burning in rage.

Something he hated more than anything was someone who couldn’t take no for an answer, more specifically men who couldn’t let their bruised ego be healed in private, lick their wounds and accept that they’d not gotten what they wanted. Instead they harassed the other person as if the fucking answer would change. But to do it to Y/N? He felt enraged.

“He did what?” His mouth parted in surprise, brows pulling together as his shoulders squared up. Sure enough he could see a car parked right outside the door with the lights off, but someone visibly inside. Y/N parked close to the building and he must have known that. “Fuck, Sweets. M’sorry.” He groaned. “Absolutely not acceptable. M’gonna make sure Liam knows and that he’s dropped as a member here but of course I’ll walk you out. Are you almost done?” His hand reached for her shoulder to give an appreciative squeeze, bare skin meeting his palm. She wore a tank top with the gym’s logo and yoga pants, her name tag taken off already.

“Yeah- I just have to shut down the computers and sweep the front. Is that okay?” Her teeth chewed nervously on her bottom lip. “I’m so sorry to keep you. I know you’ve had a long day and you have one tomorrow too, I just, I have a bad feeling and I’m scared. I wouldn’t have asked if he didn’t give me the creeps even before.”

Harry was vaguely familiar with the dude, mostly because he had snickered at Y/N’s polite attempt to tell him no to a date previously- but now, that wasn’t so funny. “Hey.” His thumb brushed over her skin. “Don’t apologize. I won’t hear it. Of course I’d do this for you, I care. I’d never let anyone be in danger, least of all you. You’re the best receptionist we’ve ever had and I’d be crushed if something happened to you. Everyone would.” Mostly him, though. His crush was real. However now wasn’t the time to deal with that.

“Thank you so much.” She sighed in relief, reaching up to squeeze his wrist. “I’ll only be a minute, okay? Just stand right there.”

And he did. He watched as she shut down the computers and grabbed the little broom to sweep up the little bits around the front desk, thanking Harry when he brought the trash can out from the front desk for her to pour the dust pan into. Her thanks was gracious, grabbing her keys and nervously following behind him as he made his way out first.

It seemed that the man hadn’t expected Harry to still be there, as he had parked further back in the lot. The look of surprise made Harry irritated as he directly went to the car, knocking on the window. The man hesitantly rolled it down a little bit, Harry’s arm braced on the hood as he leaned down to speak to him.

“Absolutely unacceptable.” He said straight. “She said no. Dunno what or how that translates to ‘wait for her after work to crowd and stalk her like a creep’, but let me spell it out for you.” His voice dropped lower. “You’re going to stay away from her. She isn’t available, not for you. You’re going to listen when women tell you no, and leave it fucking be. Know she’s a pretty thing but that doesn’t give you the right to follow her around.”

“What are you? Her boyfriend?” The man sneered, making Harry’s jaw clench. Was he dense? Truly?

“S’not your business who I am to her. All you need to know is that she isn’t on the market, stalking is unattractive and if you don’t leave her the fuck alone, I swear to you that there will be consequences. I’d suggest finding another gym, mate.” He patted the top of his car before pulling back, finding Y/N standing by the glass doors, wringing her hands. The look of relief on her face as Harry approached and the guy’s car peeled out of the lot made his anger worth every bit.

“Told ‘em off.” Adjusting the bag on his shoulder, he walked with her to her car and made sure she got her bag in. “Hey- let me follow you home, yeah? I’ll give you my number and you can text me if he bugs you again but I’d feel better knowing you got in safe and he isn’t out there waiting for you somewhere else.” He wouldn’t put it past an idiot like that.

“Normally I’d try to tell you no, but I can’t tell you how much that would mean to me.” Her body sagged in relief as she took him by surprise, taking him in for a hug. “Thank you so much. I was so scared he’d try to take me or something, I watch too much Criminal Minds or something but.” She shrugged, pulling back far too soon. It had taken him by surprise and he hadn’t had nearly enough time to appreciate her sweet smelling, warm body against his own.

“Anytime, Y/N. Seriously. Your safety is important to me.” More than she’s known. “Let’s get going, yeah? Know you had an emotional day.”

—-

Harry had driven her home, smiling and beeping once she had gotten inside her apartment building but waiting to drive off before he had gotten her little text of ‘ inside!!! :-)’

He spent the rest of the night trying to work away his anger, cooking a quick meal before heading off to bed. Y/N was too good for shit like that. He’d shot a text to Liam letting him know he told his client to fuck off and he’d help find another but was assured that it was a good loss anyways, which only helped ease him. The girl wouldn’t have to deal with it again.

He just hoped she would be okay.

—-

The next morning he was greeted by her smiling face, melting off the apprehension he had felt all morning. Her hair was pulled into a ponytail with two loose tendrils around her face, looking as cute as ever as she waved at him.

“Hi, Harry!” She chirped. “I’ve got a smoothie with your name on it when you’re ready for it later. Thank you again for helping me last night.” His membership card was quickly scanned and handed back. Her smile was infectious, making his own rise on the corner of his lips.

“Yeah? I’m glad to have helped. I’m here for anything y’need, Sweets.” If only she knew how far that could go for her. Maybe it was better she didn’t. He was really into her but he was hyper aware of how it could come off now, so he would proceed with caution. “I’ll hold you to the smoothie when m’on my lunch.”

For the first time in quite a while, Harry had a hard time concentrating on his sessions. Of course he poured himself into it as much as he could, but he couldn’t stop thinking about last night. How shaken up Y/N had been and how she had been so appreciative. He couldn’t help it, because he’d already had a crush on her and the fact that she trusted him enough to come to him for help made him really happy. He was also still mad that the man had crossed such big boundary and genuinely scared the hell out of probably the sweetest girl anyone’s met.

Being in his own head also explained why said girl scared the shit out of him, making him jump as he felt a gentle tap on his shoulder. Jumping from the stool, he turned to a wide eyed Y/N and tore the earbuds out of his ears with a very, very embarrassing yelp. “Shit! Y/N, you scared me.”

As if it wasn’t obvious.

“I’m so sorry!” She peeped, hand over her mouth. “I said your name and I didn’t see you had in your earbuds. I’m so sorry.” Her babbling was very cute, but he didn’t want her to feel bad.

“It’s okay- just made me jump.” He placed his hand on her shoulder. “Shit, it’s my fault for sitting here with them on at work. You did nothing wrong.” His palm squeezed, making her shoulders relax just a bit. Thank god. There was no effort to remove it as he continued on, and no effort to step away from him. “Y’said something about a smoothie, yeah?”

His grin was probably a bit too big in regards to a smoothie but he hoped like hell that she would join him at the little tables they had set up. They were in the reception area, a bit public for his taste but considering what had happened last night he figured that was a better option than the break room. It was a delicate thing and he needed to go about it carefully. He really, really didn’t want to muck it up because his dick got ahead of his brain.

Although, she did look spectacular today, if he could say that.

“Yes! I was going to grab one too. What kind would you like?” One of the duties of the front desk people was to man the smoothie bar when needed. It wasn’t super demanding and the recipes were written out in a binder-

Harry would know because he’s had to do it before too- but she seemed to enjoy making them the times she’s done his. “I’m going for the Strawberry Sunrise and some energy boost.” Her hand squeezed his wrist before it was removed and she glided behind the bar, ponytail swaying as she did so.

“S’a good choice. Simple and effective.” He nodded in approval. “Think M’gonna go for… the chocolate peanut butter, if that’s alright?” His fingers drummed on the surface of the counter, slightly nervous habits showing when she was around. It was difficult to think. Even if he was this charming, charismatic, outgoing guy- he still got a bit flustered when talking to a pretty girl who was suspiciously angelic in looks and in appearance.

“Of course it’s okay.” Her laugh echoed in his ears. “I told you, it’s my way of saying thank you. Now sit and look pretty while I finish these.”

Harry was glad her back was turned because his face was most definitely flushed. Did she call him pretty? It seemed so. The man definitely didn’t go to the gym looking like a slob, but he had much better days outside of it. He liked to play around in fashion and the gym left little to experiment with unless he was okay with a sweat stain or ruining it. That’s why he wore cuter bandanas around his neck, or his stack of fabric bracelets that were meant to fall off. They were made of string and easily replaceable but they added color to his otherwise bland outfits he wore to keep from ruining his good outfits.

Apparently the last thing she had said was enough to keep him on his head until she finished, the large orange and white striped cup placed in front of him. “They’ve got to get rid of the styrofoam cups and do paper.”

Y/N sighed, looking at her own with a little frown. “I’ve suggested it but manager said we got to go through these before he’s gonna reorder. It’s only a few cents cheaper too, I was snooping on the order form.” She grumbled, making Harry smile. Y/N was known for her environmentalist tendencies and it only added to why he liked her. “Or, do like… have a bottle washing station and let us sell reusable cups with the gym logo and people can use those! Anything but these.” Leaning in closer to him, he caught her perfume as she let him in on a ‘secret’. “Plus, I fucking hate the sound of styrofoam. It makes my skin crawl. ASMR gone wrong.”

Harry swore he fell in love w little bit when she pulled back, laughing along with him as he nodded. She was fucking adorable and his hands itched to grab hold of that ponytail and keep her head still so he could kiss all over her face. Could you get cuteness aggression over another human?

“S’a great idea, actually.” He nodded, taking a sip with a hum. Y/N did the best smoothies. Shakes? He never was sure what to call them. “And you’re right. Styrofoam is awful for the environment and ears. I usually bring my water bottles every day but the amount of plastics we see here… S’a shame.”

“Exactly!” She slapped her hand on the counter. “It would only cost a little more to be more efficient. Do more water fountains so they don’t have to bring those plastic water bottles. Those are also on my hit list, when people crinkle those bottles…” her nose wrinkled in distaste, grabbing her cup and going around the counter. “Where did you want to sit, by the way?”

Harry’s heart grew three sizes, he thinks, when she was the one to initiate their time together. He’s been mulling it around in his mind, how to ask her to sit with him but apparently they were on the same page. “F’you want to sit out here we can, or we can go to the employee lounge. It’s your choice.”

“Do you mind if we go to the lounge? I had to talk to you about something, if you don’t mind.” It was then he could see her shifting nervously on her feet, cluing him in to something else. Was the guy still bothering her?

“Course we can. Lead the way.” He extended his hand, letting her lead as he tried to figure it out. Y/N was a somewhat nervous person by nature and he knew from watching her pick at her nails or bounce her leg, twirling her hair or rearranging pens often, but he didn’t like the idea of her nervous around him.

So when they sat down at one of the smaller tables in the empty lounge, he let his concerns be known. “Are you okay? You seem a little nervous.” He bumped his knee with hers, bringing the smoothie up to his mouth for a sip as he studied her face.

“Yeah! Yeah I just…” there was a pause, her nails dragging down the cup to make a pattern. “I couldn’t sleep very well last night. I felt really safe with you and I’m really grateful for your help- you’ve no idea. I was scared if end up in a ditch by the time anyone came in this morning but….”’her teeth worried her bottom lip. “I don’t want to have to rely on anyone else. You’re not always going to be here. And I know- I know the people here are very strong and bigger than me, most of them anyways- but I need a way to protect myself.” She took a big breath before the words rushed out. “Do you think you could help me with self defense? Even just a little bit, I can pay you or clean your house or something I just really….” Her frazzled expression broke his heart. “I don’t want to feel helpless again.”

He wanted to tell her that he wouldn’t let anything happen to her. That he would stay every night and walk her to his car, that he would take care of her but the truth remained that he couldn’t always guarantee that for her. Sometimes he had to leave early, sometimes he had to stay later than her and it was just not possible. What she asked was absolutely the right thing, but he hated that she felt helpless.

“Y/N.” He crooned. “Of course I will. It’s not even a question, I’d be more than willing to help you out.” She must really not know his crush on her if she couldn’t see how he was mentally tripping over himself at the idea of spending time with her. It would be a double win. She could help herself and he could spend time with her alone. “I want to say M’really fucking sorry that men are shit and that you even have to worry. If I’m here when you’re getting off of work, which I usually am, I’m more than happy to walk you to your car, but I understand.

I hate that you feel helpless. You’re a lot stronger than y’give yourself credit for.” His hand reached for the one laying on the table top, holding it a lot more confidently than he felt. She squeezed it back, though, so a win was a win! “We’ll have t’do it after hours, though, if that’s alright? Just stay a bit longer after work. My days are really full right now and I know you’re working most days here so it’ll have to be a weird schedule but you don’t need to pay me a cent. Let me do this for you for my own peace of mind, yeah?” His eyes searched her face, like he was trying to find an answer for a question he didn’t know. “Was worried out of my head last night about you.”’

Y/N seemed to visibly relax, a smile growing on her soft little lips and her entire energy moving to a warmer one. What he didn’t expect, though, was for her to throw herself into his lap for a big hug. Y/N had always been touchy, but he never thought he’d end up with a lap full of the prettiest girl he’d ever seen whispering her thanks as her face tucked into his neck.

God, he hoped he smelled decent.

His arm wrapped around her as he clumsily put his drink down in surprise, stroking her back as she squeezed him tight- and it was like a dream. Soft body against his own and engulfed in her scent? He was happy if she never moved from here. Unfortunately she did, peeling herself up and her beaming smile making him melt. “Thank you, thank you so fucking much. You can have anything you want in return. You don’t have to think of it kow but… I trust you the most here.” She admitted, clamoring back into her seat. “You’re the coolest, H. Thank you again. When can we start?”

Harry knew he was in trouble when he wanted to cancel the rest of his day and offer it to her. She’d sent him through a wind tunnel of wild thoughts and his body was still reeling from having her so close, but he had to try and hold it together.

“Why don’t we start tomorrow?” He offered. “But be prepared to work up a sweat.”

[lacroixqueen]

i can fix him no really i can (18+, dubcon) ex bf deadpool x down bad reader

Summary: your ex boyfriend deadpool shows up at your apartment after many years and he's badly hurt so you need to help him but he also wants to fuck you because he's toxic :/

Pairing: ex bf deadpool x fem!reader with unresolved feelings

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings/Tags: dubcon, making out, flirting, wounded, angsty

It was Friday night, so naturally, it was pouring rain outside. You were already snuggled up in bed with a bowl of popcorn and your favorite movie locked and loaded ready to play. Until you realized exactly what this perfect evening was missing: ice cream. You quickly got up out of bed and moseyed your way into the kitchen.

 

Before you could swipe your favorite gelato from the top shelf, you heard a loud crash emanating from your living room window. You froze in your steps for a moment, and then grabbed the largest kitchen knife you could find in your vicinity. 

Inching your way towards the noise, you were about to swing your weapon at the intruder before a nearby lamp flickered on and you laid eyes on a face you could recognize from a mile away. 

“Holy fuck, put that shit down!” the assassin in all red and black exclaimed, taking the knife out of your hand with ease. 

“Wade?!” you said, placing your hands on your hips. “What the hell are you doing here? I haven’t seen you in what, five years?”

“Great to see you again too, sweetheart,” he replied, noticeably clutching the lower part of his abdomen. “I just thought I’d swing by and say hi.”

“Wade, you are bleeding,” you pointed out, rushing to his side. “What the heck even happened to you?”

“Don’t worry about it too much,” he muttered through gritted teeth, sliding his arm over your shoulder, which immediately caused your back to tense up. “But if you want the short version of the story, let’s just say I pissed off someone who had a giant sword for an arm. Like, he drove that shit through my fucking brain! It’s okay though, I’ll get him back for that one of these days, he’ll see.”

“Oh my god,” you sighed as you guided him to sit down on your couch. “Just.. don’t go anywhere. I’m gonna grab some stuff real quick.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it!” he chuckled playfully. “Also, did you do something new with your hair? I love it. It’s like your old color but just subtly different. Hey, did you like tone it? Was it that salon next door? Because their cut and color deal is to die for.”

“Stop doing that,” you shot back, ambling over to your first aid cabinet. 

“Stop doing what?” he said with a feigned innocence. 

“You know what,” you responded bluntly, pulling out a set of tweezers, gauze, and saline. 

“What, flirt with you?” Deadpool asked, sitting up a little bit more enthusiastically now. “Honey, we’ve been broken up for a long time, do you seriously think I would pick this moment to hit on you? Because you would be sorely mistaken. I am happy to report that I am 100% completely over our relationship and have moved on to bigger better things in life like car sales and snorting cocaine with Blind Al. Oh, she said she misses you by the way.”

“Your timing has never been impeccable,” you commented, kneeling before him with your wound care supplies. Before he could protest, you parted his legs open and rested your forearms on his thighs. This was making him blush harder than he would ever care to admit to you. “Now can you lift your suit up for me, please.”

“We’ve barely caught up for five minutes, and you want me to strip for you already?” Wade chirped, placing a melodramatic hand on his chest. “I mean, I’m all for it but aren’t we moving a little bit fast here?”

“You’re doing it again..” you sighed while shaking your head. “Can you just please not make this more awkward than it already is?”

He grumbled a bit before finally lifting up his suit, revealing a sizable gash slightly to the side of his V-line. There were multiple shards of glass embedded into the wound, glistening menacingly in the dim lighting of your living room. 

“Holy shit, Wade,” you breathed while laying out your instruments. “What the hell have you gotten yourself into this time?”

“Look, maybe I pissed off an intergalactic space fascist or two,” he mumbled while shrugging his shoulders. “But who’s counting? Besides, the next time I get my hands on that freak I’m going to gut him from the inside out and make him eat it. Ooh, that would be satisfying, it’s making me so hard right now.”

“Always the pacifist,” you murmured sarcastically, taking your tweezers and dislodging one of the largest glass shards from his wound. “Have you ever considered, oh I don’t know, volunteering at the soup kitchen? Being a contributing member of your community? It doesn’t always have to be about bashing people’s faces in.”

“Jesus fucking shit on a stick motherfucker! Fuck!” he yelled as you removed the glass piece. “What kind of archaic method was that? At least numb me up first? Or I don’t know, buy me dinner?”

“Oh don’t be such a little bitch. If you wanted anesthetic, you could have just gone to the urgent care across the street,” you said matter-of-factly. “Besides, this isn’t exactly a professional clinic.”

Wade’s breathing became heavier when he noticed your soft tits pressing up against his leg as you focused harder on prying out a stubborn shard of glass. And how your lips curled into an adorable little pout when you were extra concentrated on something. 

“You know, this would be the perfect opportunity to give me head right now,” he said with a smirk under his mask. “Like, you could not be in a better position.”

You tried to ignore his lewd statement, focusing on removing the smaller shards of glass in his wound. You gasped when you felt his leathered hands reach into your hair, gathering the locks between his fingers to form a ponytail. 

“Wade!” you groaned, immediately setting down your tweezers. “I said stop, so quit it.” You shook his hands out of your hair, re-directing your attention back to his injury. 

“Oh, but you always looked so hot doing it!” he reminisced, clasping his hands together like some dazed fangirl. “And you were amazing! Like, took the entire length, it’s like you didn’t even have a gag reflex! I’ve never seen anything like it. Oh, and you always swallowed without me even having to tell you. Do you know how rare of a find that is? Because I haven’t gotten head that good since the day we broke-”

“One more word out of your mouth and I’m literally not going to help you anymore,” you interrupted, staring him dead in the eye, which was quite effective at shutting him up. 

You finally removed the last piece of glass, working a bit more efficiently now that he is not constantly interjecting with his fantasies about you. 

“Aaand, all done!” you said, tucking the debris into a wad of gauze. You cleaned the wound with some saline and covered it with a large bandage. “Yay, that actually wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.”

“Well of course, I’m literally a self-healing mutant,” Wade replied, pulling his suit back down to cover his wound. “Someone has literally shot me in the head before, but here I am, still kicking!”

“But it’s not like you can just heal foreign bodies out of yourself,” you countered as you cleaned your bloodstained tweezers with some bleach and a cloth. “You would have been in pain for days if it weren’t for me.”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t get too ahead of yourself,” he sneered. “But thank you sweetheart, that actually did get me out of a pinch. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a big ugly bad guy to send back to his dimension, and time is money, so I really should get out there before he blows up another building downtown or God forbid beheads a baby or something.”

“Nope, you are going to stay right here,” you established as you closed the lid of your first aid kit. “Because I’m not gonna have you come back here multiple times again throughout the night and me not sleeping at all.” 

“Wow, so now you’re just being a selfish bitch!” Wade said, crossing his arms over your chest. “Did you hear that, innocent bystanders? She could give less of a fuck if the world was set ablaze the next morning because I wasn’t there to stop it!”

“Oh, the world will be just fine,” you stated. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I am going to go to bed and you are going to sleep on the couch-”

As you got up, your stance wobbled a bit and you found yourself collapsing face forward onto Wade’s lap, your lips just barely brushing against his mask. You grasped onto his shoulders out of instinct, steadying yourself. 

“Ohhh I see what you’re doing here!” the assassin called out. “You want me to stay so badly because you are just a horny little slut who can’t get enough of me! Well that’s no problem at all, because I am actually completely open and willing to do this, just know that my hard lines are scat, vomit, and furry. I don’t know why I can’t get into those animal costume things by the way, just something about the eyes..”

“I don’t want to sleep with you tonight, Wade Wilson,” you said, enunciating every single word. “I just.. lost balance.”

“Uh huh, ‘lost balance’,” he repeated, making air quotes with his fingers, his gaze not wavering. “Well if that’s the case, why don’t you kiss me and not do anything else? Since you’re so certain.”

“I’m not kissing you either,” you snapped, gasping a bit as you felt his hands slide over the curve of your waist, tugging gently at the fabric of your cami. 

“You’re just saying that because you know if you did you wouldn’t be able to resist doing more,” he accused, voice darkening all of a sudden. He lifted up his mask to reveal just his lips. “So kiss me, Y/N. Since you’re sooo not attracted to me like that anymore.”

You sighed a bit as you felt the tips of his lips brush against yours, his hot breath entering your mouth, almost inviting you to lean in closer. You also realized you were never one to back down from a challenge. You went ahead and wrapped your arms around his neck, rolling your hips into his. You tilted your head slightly to the side, allowing a couple strands of hair to fall down your face. 

So you kissed him, your soft pouty lips blending seamlessly with his bruised, callused mouth. He was hungry, voracious for you even, wanting you so desperately as he pushed his tongue into you. And you allowed him to. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you even closer towards his body as you kissed him back. Your tongue twirled against his, a little whine escaping from your lips as he broke the kiss momentarily to catch his breath. 

He grasped one of your bloodstained fingers, and sucked his own blood off of them, licking his lips mischievously after.

“W-wait, Wade, stop..” you gasped, leaning back a bit once you felt his hand sneak over your taut stomach and grasp your neck firmly. “I-I can’t do this.”

“Aw, but we were getting so into it babydoll,” Wade whined, his grip tightening a bit around your neck before finally releasing you. “What happened? Are you getting cold feet because you remembered I’m so good at it?”

“No, it’s just I can’t catch feelings for you again,” you admitted, unclasping your hands from over his shoulders. “I don’t like it when I get like this with you.”

You stood up from the couch and turned your back to him, crossing your arms over your chest. 

“Ugggghhhh you always get so dramatic like this,” he said, standing up to follow right behind you. “I promise you it’s not that serious. Think of it like this: just two people fooling around and then calling it a night. We don’t have to get into all that messy bullshit from the past if you don’t want to. We could just.. What’s the word my therapist says all the time.. Oh! Compartmentalize. Yeahhh that’s it. You know, you get really good at shit like that when you watch multiple people you care about die in front of you, it’s pretty great.”

“But it’s not that simple Wade, I can’t just..” you sighed as he wrapped his arms over your torso, pressing his chest tightly against your back. He slightly lifted up the bottom of your cami, playing with the top of your panties that peaked out of your shorts. “Please.. don’t do this to me.”

“What, this?” he asked before sliding his tongue over your exposed neck, still playing with the top of your lacy panties and twisting the little bows around his fingertips. “Love these by the way, are they new?”

“St-stop..” you stammered, breath quickening as he rolled up your tank top to eventually reveal your delicate bralette, which accentuated your cleavage perfectly. You felt his hot breath splash against your shoulder as he panted at the sight of your body gradually revealing itself to him. 

“Wow, you look even better than I remember!” he commented, playing with the little ribbon in the center of your bra. He used the palm of his gloved hand to rub aching, undulating circles over your toned stomach. “Have you been working out? And by the way, love the statement piece, it goes really well with what you have under too! Ugh, I love when you wear a matching set for me, which reminds me, remember that gorgeous lingerie you had on that one Valentine’s day? I still can’t get it out of my head! Oooh, do you still have it? Because if so I would love to uh, borrow it for a few days if you don’t mind?”

You broke away from him, stepping towards your bedroom door, back still faced to him. “I have to go to sleep now,” you said, trying to conceal how flushed your cheeks were getting in the dim lighting. “You can use the sofa but please be gone by morning.”

You twisted the handle to enter your bedroom and slammed the door behind you. You pressed your back against the cold wood, trying to regulate your breathing by counting numbers and steadying yourself by grasping your dresser while the room spun. 

“Welp, at least I tried,” you overheard Wade mutter nonchalantly. He stepped over to your living room window, unclasped the locks, and disappeared out into the night. Like it was just another pit stop in the evening for him. 

Eventually, you found yourself back in bed, staring at the ceiling as your heart continued to pound against your chest. You tossed and turned the entire time, wide awake, until eventually, you couldn’t take it anymore and had to find some relief. 

So you regrettably, masturbated to the thought of him, legs shaking underneath your sheets while you clasped your hand over your mouth. This was something you did way more often than you care to admit. And only then was sleep able to reward you. 

[theuncannyshii]

I think saiki with a tomboyish girl who's actually really sensitive would be a bit fun like idk bcz saiki seems like he likes girls like Teruhashi 🤭🤭

Plus I've never seen anyone write abt saiki with an introverted reader, Like since Saiki is an INTP I'd LOVE to see him be with an ENTP or ISTP or INFP reader ykykykyk😋😋

i like the way you think

• Reader is tomboyish and introverted but has an adventurous streak (classic ISTP or ENFP vibes). They're not afraid to get their hands dirty but secretly blush at small compliments or sweet gestures.

• Saiki initially notices how you act confidently in public but always take time to retreat when overwhelmed. He finds it odd but… oddly relatable.Tough Exterior, Soft Heart: While you're comfortable joking around with others and teasing Saiki, your sensitivity shows in quiet moments—like getting teary-eyed at a heartfelt story or overthinking a casual comment.

• You admire Saiki's calm and collected demeanor but assume he finds you "too much." Saiki secretly admires your straightforwardness and adaptability, even if you throw him off with your unpredictability.

• You’re busy fixing something (like a vending machine or a random gadget) when Saiki happens to walk by. You make a self-deprecating joke when you struggle, and Saiki telepathically remarks, “It’s not broken; you’re just using brute force.” You snap, “and you think you can fix it, genius?” Saiki casually hits the machine, and it works. Cue your annoyance, but you're secretly impressed.

• First Emotional Slip! You tell a story about a pet you had, and Saiki notices your voice gets softer. You quickly play it off with a sarcastic remark, but he catches how your hands shake slightly. Saiki thinks, 'So, they're sensitive despite the act. I’d better tread lightly… or not mention it at all.'

• After a loud, chaotic group outing (with Nendou and the gang), Saiki teleports away… but reappears when he sees you sitting outside alone, looking tired. Without saying a word, he sits next to you and hands you a coffee jelly. You’re shocked but grateful, though you tease, “Aw, is this how you flirt, Saiki?” He just stares blankly, but his ears go slightly pink.

• During a casual conversation about why Saiki doesn’t date, you offhandedly say, “I mean, not everyone can date someone perfect like Teruhashi.”Saiki smirks (inwardly) and deadpans, “Perfect isn’t my type.” You’re flustered but try to recover by saying, “So what is your type? Don’t say ‘quiet girls.’”

• Saiki: …She has no idea she’s my type, does she?

• You pull Saiki out of his comfort zone without overwhelming him. While he normally avoids chaotic people, your quieter side gives him a sense of balance.Your resourcefulness intrigues him; he often finds himself watching you fix or build things and even subtly helps when you're stuck.

• Your sensitivity teaches Saiki to be more empathetic, and though he won’t admit it, he starts picking up on your emotions faster than he does for others.

• You two develop a teasing yet supportive relationship. You openly call Saiki out on his bluntness, while he learns to subtly comfort you during vulnerable moments. Teruhashi notices Saiki spending more time with you and gets jealous, which you jokingly play into: “Sorry, Teruhashi, guess I’m stealing your spotlight.” Saiki internally thinks, Spotlight? She doesn’t even realize how she stands out. Saiki realizes he doesn’t mind the occasional chaos if it’s with you—and you, in turn, appreciate the quiet, grounding presence he provides.

[mtsyik]

The babysitter and the babysittee♡

Chapter one: Meet Cute

This is my first time posting a story with many parts, so I hope that it is an enjoyable read! Reblogging is permitted, and please know that english is not my first language, so excuse any mistakes that I make!

Tags: 18+ satoru gojo x reader, babysitter!reader, babysittee!gojo, friends to lovers, one-sided pining, age-gap relationship, a whole lot of flirting, smut, mentions of drugs, angst, mentions of death, lovesick!gojo, engineering student!gojo, architecture student!reader

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The party is definitely crowded, to say the least. People making out in corners, the sounds of plastic tennis balls bouncing and people cheering, cause your eardrums to hurt. You're pretty sure you can hear someone vomiting in the backyard over the music.

All these people and you still can't find Yuna, who forcefully brought you here, with the false hope that you will end up with your tongue stuck somewhere else than those chocolate puddings you love so much. You told her it was a lost cause, that you have about 3 papers to write due the end of next month; she didn't budge. Which ultimately led you here, troubled and alone, bumping against every hormonal teenager without being one yourself. Maybe you are too old for frat parties.

You sigh as you finally find a door amidst the sea of people, hoping it wasn't some closet that doubled as a hook up spot. Luck must not be on your side, because the noises inside made you turn on your heel with a disappointed sigh (and disgust, who hooks up at a party full of people?) As you make your way outside. You make a mental note to check if your closet at home is being used a hook up spot when Yuna hosts her one-of-a-kind parties when you're away.

Freezing from the cold, the simple dress you had put on did little against the chill of January, and you hit your head with your palm as you realize that you had left your cigarettes in Yuna's (your) jacket. This night had been nothing but an emotional rollercoaster for you.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me right now."

You turn to your left, and notice some film majors smoking (what you hoped was just) nicotine, and made your way towards them.

"You mind giving me one?"

You thank them as they give you a cigarette from their pack, and you catch the name of the label, "leader".

The smoke wasn't awful, just really dry and almost made you cough a few times (picking up smoking after 2 years of quitting wasn't for the weak) but you guess it's better than nothing. You inhale the smoke and close your eyes at the feeling, trying to savor the somewhat quiet that engulfs your surroundings.

When somebody crashes into you.

You fall down dramatically, and wince at the throbbing pain of the hard concrete on your ass. This is so not the way you had planned for this night to go. It's like the universe doesn't even give you one moment of peace, with finals and the beginning of the new semester and your perfectionism together you have absolutely no time to do anything than stick your head in books. You've reached a point where not holding a 0.2 pen feels weird, but the cigarettes help with that. It's been SO LONG since you last hooked up that you can feel your virginity growing back.

You get up hastily and wipe your hands on your dress as three more guys appear out of nowhere to drag the one that crashed into you away.

"Choso what the fuck man! Is this you being able to hold him?"

"I am but one man! How am I meant to hold this mountain of a man?"

"Ma'am, are you okay?"

The scene in front of you is surprisingly hilarious, with three guys trying to get their friend to stand up while simultaneously dropping him to the ground so they can bicker about who's to blame. The one with space buns in his hair (choso, you realize) is waving his hands frantically to the pink haired guy that is obviously way too young to have beer stains all over his white shirt. You wonder if becoming 23 is when you started caring about underage drinking. You snap out of your trance when the third guy (possibly the most handsome out of the three) reaches out to grab you while asking if you're okay. He has his hair back in a ponytail, and his eyes, although slim, captivate you. His ears are decorated with all sorts of piercings, and if you notice how his mouth forms to speak, a little silver ball sits prettily on his tongue. You wonder what else can sit nicely on that tongue. You blink upon realizing the thoughts you are having about the 20yo guy in front of you. It's really been a while since you've hooked up.

"NOOOOO Geeeeto she is mine!"

"What the fuck!"

You almost fall back from the impact, and your eyes widen. The guy that literally crushed you with his body mass is clinging unto you for dear life as if you'll slip away. You try to push him off of you, but to no avail. What are they feeding 20 year old dudes these days?

"Satoru get off of her!"

"NOOO she is the- lob ove my lifeeeee"

"Get off of me man"!

Choso and one of the most handsome men you've ever seen attempt to get (Satoru? Why is that familiar?) off of you. You should be pissed off about the whole situation, you should be yelling at the man-child that has his claws on you like a hawk trying to protect their baby, you should probaply be super awkward with your cheeks flushed and your pupils dilated at the sudden affection from the stranger.

But surprisingly you are none of these things. That is until you glance down at your holy savior through life, the one thing that has never in the five years of knowing her betrayed you in any way; laying on the ground with her smoke slowly going out.

And now you are pissed.

"Can't a woman even smoke in peace these days?! What the fuck is up with your koala man?!"

"Listen I'm so sorry, I'll buy you a whole new pack i swear- Satoru get off the sweet woman!"

"Hey man, is there any way we could wrap this up? My mom wants me home by 1"

"You skipped laundry again? I told you man, you gotta help your mom out with these things"

"I F-fiiinalllyyyyy found youuuuuuu hic you are hic neveeeeeeeeer leavnggggggg"

The street lamp you've been under starts to flicker, together with the headache you've started to get from all the noise around you. And you feel something dripping out of your nose, maybe it's blood. Maybe this unfortunate situation has made you realize you have super powers - nope. It's just snot from the cold. You've watched Stranger Things too many times just for Steve Harrington. And now, with snot dripping from nose, the thought of you being curled up in your bed makes you relax a little bit.

Finally the nameless stranger drops to the ground from exhaustion, and oh that just means you fall with him with a loud thud. You are hoisted up from the drop-dead-possibly a Calvin Clein model if he wanted to- guy, (that surprisingly is the only one who seems to care about your well being) and placed on the ground and you finally can get a good look at the koala that has been harassing you.

Huh, if it wasn't for the most bothersome meet-cute of your life, you would find him incredibly attractive. White hair and even whiter skin, wearing a black sleeveless shirt that has you questioning whether you imagined his body warmth or not, and fluffy hair that moves where the wind is taking it. Not bad, not bad at all. But why do you have that nagging feeling in your brain telling you-

"Oi Satoru, why do you have to drink so much? Idiot, idiot, idiot. Ma'am, I am so sorry for the trouble he caused you. He usually, well, usually you would be the one bothering this pretty boy in front of us, no? Quite the charmer, isn't he?"

You glance at the man Mr. Worldwide Handsome is refering to. His mouth is open with saliva dripping out and he is snoring. You glance back up.

"What? How desperate do I look?"

"N-No, I didn't- damn they left"

Apparently the pink hair boy's mom is someone you do not want to get on her bad side, because he together with space bun boy had been gone from the moment they talked about laundry. My god. You are reminded of your mom and how her wrath still makes you scared to reject her advances for family dinners every once a week (even when you are too busy. You can never be too busy for family).

You grimace at your mother's voice in your head and bend down to grab your fallen comrade who was lost in the middle of the battle. After failing to protect her, the least you could do is offer her some peace in the trash can. You stop in your tracks at daddy-longlegs voice.

"well, alright. Here we go. You helping or not?"

'You've got to be kidding".

"Ma'am I'm sorry, but you think I can carry a 1,87 meter and 89 kilos man alllll the way back to my car, all on my own? I am flattered"

Okay maybe daddylonglegs was annoying you just a taaad much. Shame. It's always the hot ones.

"Oh, and I apparently look like the desperate version of She-Hulk or something? He is your friend, you can take care of him on your own!"

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And that's how you ended up at the backseat of handsome boy #1 holding down annoying koala fuckboy from turning in his sleep and chocking on his own vomit. Although you would rather him choke on it than coat you with it, but you don't share that information with the driver.

Geto, who you've come to find out does actually have a name managed somehow, (guilt, puppy eyes and using your pure heart against you) to convince you to drive him and where's-my-hug-at back to campus, after alerting your friend for you that he would be dropping you off.

(Yuna finally remembered you after forever and called you to make sure you're okay, but Geto snatched the phone from your hand to let her know that after some business he would be driving you home tonight. From the sounds of excitement that came out of her, you now have 2 people aware of how little you fuck.)

Unaware of your surroundings as you are clouded by thought by how easily you were convinced by a stranger to drive you back to his house with his drunk friend in the backseat, (wow dumb decisions don't just magically disappear after 23?) You are also unaware of the blue eyes that are set on you.

"Hey...hic yo..."

Satoru attempts to get up but is stopped by his own body weight as he is currently too weak against the mass power of gravity, and groans.

"hey your friend is waking up-"

"shhhhhh don't tell him....hic wanna-wanna be alone with youuuu"

Geto catches your reflection from the rearview mirror and smirks at how confused you are.

"aaa don't mind him y/n. He is usually a liiittle bit too friendly when he is drunk"

"shhhhh Geeto I wanna- wanna propose, man. You don't - I foun-found her man. Found her..." Both of his hands grasp your left one and caress it softly with his fingers. His palms are rough, you think. With callouses and tiny burns, slightly dry from the cold. The beautiful cream like color of his skin more than makes up for it though, and you find yourself drawn to the blue veins that run along the entirety of his arm and-god you really need to hook up.

"Does he usually fall in love with every girl he sees? I mean, not that I'm surprised. Look at me- but is this a common fenomenon? If so, I will be offended."

Geto smiles and shakes his head slightly before pulling the lever on his right to lock the car wheels.

"No. It's not"

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You sigh as you finally enter your room, freshly showered after a long night out. Yuna is still not back, so you have successfully avoided at least one torturous night of her asking for details about this Geto-guy. You put on your pajamas and shudder at the sudden cold that engulfs you when you remove the towel wrapped around your torso.

Your phone dings with a message and you lean over to see what it is.

@geto_suguru has requested to follow you

@geto_suguru has sent you a message

piercingguy: Hey, you home yet?

you: yes, I am. You didn't have to force me to give you my socials to make sure I get here, though.

piercingguy: Gojo says hi.

piercingguy: will tell him to follow you too, so he can keep an eye on you ;)

Your eyebrows furrow as another notification pops up

@satoru_gojo has requested to follow you

You furrow at the name, blinking three times as if to refresh your brain as to why it sounds so familiar...

and then it clicks.

That poor sweet boy you babysat for one summer is now a hot, handsome attractive idiot running around telling women that they are the loves of his life while simultaneously dropping them to the floor by his incredible body mass? All that while having so so incredible hands and being cute even while drunk and confessing his unyielding love right before he faints at the arms of his friend? That's the kind of boy you helped raise? An evil grin reaches your face.

Oh, now you can't wait for family dinner.

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Chapter two!

[trexdrabbles]

So I know it was for Apex way back when, but would you be willing to do the "who would be more protective" prompt and the others for Gambit and reader?

First of all damn thank you for snooping through my blog enough to hit that lol, and of course!!

Who's the one to initiate the relationship?

You. 100% you. Shy or not doesn't matter, it would have to be you. Not that Remy wouldn't be thinking about it all constantly, but he'd definitely be the type to tell himself that's it better to keep what you've got going on casual. After the whole deal with Bella Donna and everything between him and Rogue, he's not so much scared of commitment itself, but more like speaking an actual relationship into existence himself would be inviting tragedy in. You tell him it's what you really want two or three times though and he'll definitely cave and be relieved about it all in the end.

What are their love-languages?

Remy definitely does gift giving (60% are stolen, he's still a thief at heart and finds it fun to watch you guess if he paid for or nicked whatever he's brought home) and quality time. He's definitely the type to enjoy body doubling too, just the both of you doing your own things in the same space. That being said, the man can only go so long in close proximity before needing some amount of touch or affection before he's sated enough to let you be for a bit again.

How open about it are they?

Not even a question, pretty much everyone under the sun is gonna know that you're Remy's partner. So long as he's given the ten seconds to find a way to yap about it, they're gonna know.

Who's the better chef?

I'd say it's pretty even actually. Remy definitely knows his way around the kitchen, but I can definitely see him being the type to have like, 20 or so specific things he can cook flawlessly, and anything outside of that is a bit of a gamble depending on his mood and how well he can actually pay attention to a recipe. He would definitely be eager for your cooking too though and even if he's not the one making food enjoys hanging out in the kitchen to keep you company while you do.

Who likes to be little spoon?

Both again! You more often, definitely (the man is 6'2 after all, perfect big spoon material) but every so often he'd want to switch things up. Mostly after long days, emotion or physical. Feeling your arm around his waist and nose pressed against his shoulder and legs all tangled over his definitely has some kind of healing power for him.

Who flirts more?

Also not really a question or contest. You can compliment and tease and flirt all you like, but Remy will always have you outplayed in that category. He's got a well-practiced and absolutely filthy silver-tongue that he knows how to use to a fault. Hell, his new favorite hobby is finding out just how vibrant a shade of red you're physically capable of turning.

Who's more protective?

Guess what, it's Remy yet again. He might be happy to tell any single with the misfortune of being close enough about you two, but he's not oblivious about the danger your being connected to him and to the X-Men in general could bring. He's knows loss a little too intimately and is ready to do whatever he needs to make damn sure it doesn't happen again.

[nightqueen1221]

Can we please get Loona General Relationship Headcanons please? Thanks for your time!

I am so unbelievably sorry this is so late.😭😭😭 I was going through some mental shit, it was difficult, but I'm getting back on track.

-She is very rusty on how a relationship works. She hasn't had a very healthy relationship with most people in her life, even though Blitzø tries his best to be a good father.

-She steps into it very nervously. She is super cautious on everything she does.

-She is clearly doing her best, even at moments of outrage, she'll come and apologize a few hours later.

-She texts about every week if she can't be near you. Mostly little things like, "How r u? Miss u❤️"

-While she absolutely loves going out to eat or shopping as dates, her favorite are watching movies, all cuddled up in a blanket with popcorn on the table. (Blitzø totally isn't taking a billion pictures behind her back.)

-Head nuzzles are a must. Both her hands on the side of your face with your foreheads pressed against one another. She would whisper words of love and adoration.

-She is totally fine with sharing things like clothes or makeup with you, as long as you give it back.

-Half of the photos in her phone are of you or the two of you. She often looks at them before she goes to sleep or after a phone call. (She would kill before she would admit this.)

-Is honestly very chill about all of this on the outside, but can internally be very panicked. She doesn't want to break up over a mistake or misunderstanding, even though this is a normal fear, she's experienced it far too much in her life.

-She says that she doesn't talk about you too much, but she'll talk about you to anyone who wants to listen.

-The downside might be Blitzø. She will be very careful about how the two of you meet. She would take weeks just to convince Blitzø to not make himself look like an idiot infront of you.

-He doesn't have an issue with you, but meeting him would start off with a handshake and him saying, "Hi there! Name's Blitzø, the 'o' is silent." Before pulling you closer for a 'private conversation' going something like, "If you ever break her heart, no one will be finding your body." Before he goes back to being more cheerful.

-I wouldn't say she's jealous, but she is definitely protective of you. Seeing someone flirt with you makes her angry but also a little insecure sometimes. She thinks that maybe you'll find someone better.

-She usually just drops very non casual hints that you're with her, while she stares at the person hitting on you.

-While she might want to punch someone's lights out for they way they talk about you, she won't get physical until they do. Then I don't think anyone could really tear her off them.

-Her tail sometimes wraps around you unconsciously. Mostly around the legs or rarely hip.

-She doesn't kiss all the time, but likes to do at as a form of greeting or goodbye. As I said earlier, it's head nuzzles that she loves the most.

-She's more carefree around you. It's like a breath of fresh air to be with someone that really loves her, besides Blitzø.

[fraudulent-cheese]

Actually no, i want to expand on my relative dislike of WT. Because when people talk about this season's faults, i BARELY see people mentionning the complete flattening of like half it's cast!

Oh sure, people are super willing to throw shit at TDA and especially TDAS for it's flanderisation of characters, but outside of some rogue posts by mutuals, i don't see ANY OF YOU pointing the finger at World Tour when i'd argue it's especially eggregious.

Owen's the easiest example of this, and while it didn't start this season it got so much during it. Nearly all of his lines revolve around food, his aerophobia, or Izzy for a single episode. His relationship with Alejandro is also super indicative of this; im willing to accept the HC that he was aware of Alejandro's dislike of him and just wanted to win him over, but that's absolutely not what the writters intended, no way in hell. He's just completely oblivious to his shitty behavior when he seemed at least somewhat aware of Heather's shifty behavior back on Island, or at least able to stand up for himself (shoutouts to that one Action episode). It's not fun to watch, either.

Bridgette too had her personality reduced to one or two traits, for either comedy reasons (because apparently people making out 24/7 is funny) or story reasons (establishing Alejandro as a threat who uses flirting and his general attractiveness to advance his strategy) and it suckssssss because she was! an actual character! and World Tour especially benefits from having a 'straight man' type character that can look at the other's weirdness and react to it like a normal-ish person! That and she could be an interesting presence to have on Team Victory, with her friendships with Leshawna and Courtney for instance.

DJ too is a BIG victim of the flanderisation thing; his personality is dumbed down to just being a huge scaredy cat, and his character is just The Curse. That's all he does and that's all he is, all he talks about. And that sucks because he too, was an actual person in Island and even Action! Sure, he was sometimes a pushover and had an accident-prone bunny, but he was also kind and could actually go out of his way to play pranks on people! But all of that is just gone in WT.

There's also the characters that weren't flanderised, and more just. Written entirely out of character. Outside of the entire Love Triangle (which i will get to) the biggest example of this is Leshawna to me. The writters straight forget the episode in Action where she's entirely dsitrustful of the Pizza they were offered (which did turn out to be tampered with) due to Chef being uncharasterically nice to them. Guess what Alejandro was doing. Being overly nice to her out of nowhere. Frankly she fell victim to the same thing Bridgette did; needing to be sacked for Alejandro's villany to be better established.

Ok fuck i need to mention the Love Triangle too because while people complain about it alot i don't think they complain about the correct stuff. i'll go rapid fire because it's been talked to death however; Gwen's liking of Duncan is a retcon, her acting like this is out of character for her frankly, Duncan's out of character by trying to emotionally manipulate his ex and the lore established to justify it makes it worse (remember the "At least im straight with people" line?), Courtney is villanised from even before this point which while her anger might've been targetted at the wrong person she was justified in being upset imo, Courtney's entire character is thrown out of a window in general this season, blah blah blah.

I'll end on the whole "the writters forgetting entire character traits/arcs" Cody still hitting on Gwen this season makes no goddamn sense and is super uncomfortable to watch. He's really such a nothing character man. Sierra deserved better than being a manic pixie stalker girl.

[deepcolorobserver]

I really want a terf lesbian to coax me into detransitioning

At first she pretends to support me and my transition, pretends to be a trans ally, says all the right things to befriend me and we hit it off. She's cute, funny, and for a while we're just friends.

We flirt a bit, always silly and joking and friendly. The kind of thing close friends do, until one day she admits she sees me as more than a friend. And god it's exciting, it's exhilarating, it makes my heart flutter. Who cares that she's a lesbian, maybe I'm the exception. Someone she likes enough to look past conventional desire.

So we start dating, a casual fling, but the sexting is HOT. She doesn't use preferred terms for my anatomy, always says clit instead of tdick, always asks for tit pics, but it's okay, a lot of the transmasc terms are a little clunky in dirty talk anyway.

She tells me I would look good with long hair. Men can have long hair right? I would be so pretty, such a pretty boy, so I grow it out for her. My hairline starts receeding on T and I'm worried about it, I confide in her, and she suggests stopping T. I got the changes I wanted, right? It's better that I don't hate myself for the changes I don't want, and she's right, even if she says it's mutilating me now. So I stop.

The whole relationship has been digital, and we talk a lot about meeting in person. Joking around, of course, neither of us have plane ticket money. But one day she asks for pictures in panties and a bra. I don't own those anymore, so she offers to buy me a pair. It's not feminizing, and I'm into degradation, she says. Men in lingerie can be degrading, and it would suit me. So I agree, because the idea is kinda hot, and I dress up for her. She's right, it is hot, even if it feels so wrong.

Slowly, she starts to introduce terf rhetoric to me. Very subtly, starting with ideas I can agree with and pushing more extreme views onto me. It makes me hate myself, of course, for transitioning and living as a man. There are lesbians that use he/him, she tells me. And if I were a lesbian, we could make "I'm in lesbians with you" jokes. The rhetoric swims in my head. I'm a lesbian, yeah. I still identify as a man, for a while.

One day it comes to light that we live in the same city. We can meet up easily. And it's like a revelation, a sudden flip. I'm with her almost every day, I'll stay over several nights at a time. Always in the lingerie she keeps buying me. I'm wearing it all day, wearing it to work, just so she can take off my clothes and see it when I get to her place. It's not long before we move in together. She calls me girly pet names, things you would never call your boyfriend. And the wrong feeling, all it does is turn me on and endear me to her.

The day I bring up top surgery, she spends a very long time sucking on my tits, kissing them all over. Don't do it, she tells me. I look so good like this. It compliments my body type, I'm meant to have tits. She makes me say it, say I love my tits. She makes me say that I love my pussy, I love all the things that make me feminine. I'm crying as I say it, but I tell her I think I might be a girl. She says I always was, and always will be. My biology was made with a purpose, and I'm meant to be a woman. I ask her to use she/her pronouns, to use my dead name in bed. We scissor and I cum harder than I ever have, all because she uses my deadname. If it feels this good, how can it be wrong?

She misgenders me outside of bed anyway. Soon everyone is using my deadname and she/her. I'm so wet all the time. She takes my body every night and uses me to pleasure herself. She makes me cum while telling me what a beautiful woman I am.

She convinces me to get pregnant with a surrogate. We both want kids, and this is the only way to do it. The whole time she talks about how beautiful the process is, what a lovely woman I am, fulfilling my purpose. She holds my hand as I birth our child. I forget all about wanting to be a boy.

[callmebrycelee]

9-1-1 REACTION

This week’s episode marks the 100th episode for 9-1-1 and it is a total banger! I figured nothing could get better than Bobby and Athena trapped inside an upside-down cruise ship, but this week’s episode walked up to the bar and said, “hold my beer”. If you’re reading this, you know exactly why this episode is truly *that girl* and I promise you we’re gonna talk about those last 4 minutes and 23 seconds that had us collectively clutching our pearls, pillows, and pets and left us with nary a hair on our scalps. We’ve got a lot of ground to cover so let’s not waste another second. This reaction is for the season 7, fourth episode “Buck, Bothered and Bewildered” which originally aired April 4, 2024. The episode was written by Andrew Meyers and Bradley Michael Marques and directed by actor turned directed Chad Lowe. Spoilers ahead!

“She has anthrax! Or glitter.” – Bachelor Producer, to everyone

We start things off at the Bachelor mansion where we see real-life runner up of season 20 of The Bachelorette and star of season 28 of The Bachelor, Joey Graziadei. I have never seen an episode of The Bachelor, but I have watched the first two seasons of VH1’s Flavor of Love so I’m quite familiar with the concept of a bunch of women competing for the affections of one man. The opening to this episode does a great job of parodying the hit ABC dating and relationship reality television series while also being respectful. After all, the show and it’s many spin-offs are beloved by many, including 9-1-1 viewers. 

We see a handful of hopeful contestants pull up to the mansion in limos, each of them providing a cheesy introduction very reminiscent of RuPaul’s Drag Race and the Real Housewives. I love that two of the contestants are named Ashley because of course there would be two Ashleys cast in the same season of a show like this. My favorite contestant, however, is Ashley A., a flight attendant who looks like she just stepped out of the one-season wonder Pan Am starring Christina Ricci, a pre-Barbie Margot Robbie, and Mike Vogel. Now that I think about it, wasn’t Pam Am an ABC show?

The last contestant arrives with a bottle of glue and introduces herself as Conchata. Joey is all of us and asks her about her name because for those of you who haven’t seen the episode, this woman is the whitest shade of pale and is the last person I expect to have the name Conchata. The producers (played by Jamie Denbo and Rique) scramble behind the scenes trying to find out who this woman is because she is definitely not Conchata. The contestant comes clean about who she really is and introduces herself (again) as Bailey, an aesthetician from Sheboygan, Wisconsin. She takes the bottle of glue and pours it all over the cobblestone driveway. She then lies flat on the driveway in attempt to glue herself to the surface. Our two producers attempt to remove her, but her skin has adhered to whatever glue she poured on the ground. 

Cue title card.

“I love dalmatians.” – Ashley C., Bachelor contestant, to Evan Buckley and Eddie Diaz

Our favorite 911 dispatch, Maddie, gets a call from the season 5 bachelor and host of The Bachelor, Jesse Palmer. We learn Maddie and Josh (played by Bryan Safi) are uber fans of the show and I cracked up when Josh commandeered the phone call and started grilling Jesse about the new bachelor. Maddie deploys the 118 to the Bachelor mansion and it’s heavily insinuated the location of this particular emergency is outside of the area the department usually responds to. Way to keep it professional, you guys!

The 118 arrive on the scene and Chimney and Hen attend to Bailey (played by Sarah Fletcher). Chimney sees Joey and he is awestruck. I can totally see he and Maddie piling up on the living room sofa after they’ve put Jee-Yun to bed to watch The Bachelor. There’s a funny moment where the other contestants flirt heavily with Eddie and Buck. Eddie tells them he’s taken but points to Buck and says that he is single. Buck tells them he has a rule about not dating people he meets on calls which is hilarious considering he nearly got fired in the first episode of the series for taking one of the firetrucks to a booty call with a woman he saved. 

Eddie and Buck breakout the jackhammer to cut away the piece of driveway Bailey is stuck to so she can be transported to the nearest hospital. Meanwhile, Chimney answers a FaceTime call from Maddie and Josh who want to know the identity of the latest bachelor. Chimney flips the camera around and tries to be sneaky about filming Joey, but he gets caught. He ducks behind the limo Bailey pulled up in and sees another woman passed out in the backseat. We learn this is the real Conchata and she has been chloroformed by Bailey. Speaking of Bailey, as she is loaded into the ambulance, she yells for Joey to visit her in prison. Yeah, I don’t think Joey Graziadei is going to be visiting you, Bailey.

“That night was the most fun I’ve had since getting struck by lightning.” – Evan Buckley, to Tommy Kinard

We next head over to Air Operations One which I’ve learned is a part of the Los Angeles Fire Department. Tommy Kinard (played by Lou Ferrigno Jr.), our former 118 firefighter turned helicopter pilot, is giving Buck a tour of the unit. I got so excited seeing these two share a scene together because it’s no secret that Buck is my favorite character on the show, and I really like how they’re brought Tommy back into the show this season. Buck is in awe of everything Tommy’s telling him, but the latter believes he has ulterior motives for being there. He asks if Buck is thinking about changing career paths. Buck tells him that he really got a thrill flying in the middle of a hurricane to save Bobby and Athena. It’s the most fun he’s had since getting struck by lightning. 

Buck asks Tommy what got him into flying. Tommy tells him that he used to be a pilot in the Army. Buck lights up and tells Tommy that Eddie was in the Army, too. Tommy already knows this. Buck then tells Tommy that he met his ex (Taylor) responding to a helicopter crash and then realizes in that moment that maybe that was a sign of things to come. Tommy agrees that saving someone’s life and dating them never turns out the way you want it to. Upon second (and third) viewing of this episode, I find it interesting how the both of them are ambiguous about the genders of the people they are speaking about. Buck could’ve mentioned Taylor by name, but he chose to just say ex instead. Now back to the topic at hand, Buck says he isn’t sure if he’d want to leave where he is now to pursue being a pilot and Tommy assures him he can do both which seems to be the thesis of this episode. Tommy offers to teach Buck how to fly for fun. Buck offers to buy him a beer and Tommy says he’d love that. Again, how did I not pick up on the subtle flirtation the first time I saw this episode. These two’s chemistry is off the charts. 

However, our little meet cute is cut short when Eddie arrives. Eddie is surprised to see Buck there and asks Tommy if he got three tickets to the fight. Tommy says ‘no’ but he wishes he did. Here’s another thing I really liked about this scene. I’m sure, by now, Tommy knows that Buck goes by Buck but each time he addresses Buck he calls him ‘Evan’. I’ve always equated the characters on this show who refer to him as ‘Evan’ as having more of an intimate connection with him, i.e., Maddie his sister or Eddie his best friend. Anywho, Buck is surprised to learn that Tommy and Eddie have tickets to a big fight in Vegas and they’re taking one of the helicopters there. Now I have a question. If Buck wasn’t allowed to drive the firetruck to his hookups back in season one, how is Tommy flying to Vegas with Eddie in one of the LAFD choppers okay? Also, I didn’t know helicopters could fly that great of a distance. Anyway, Tommy and Eddie leave to board the helicopter and our poor Buck is left behind feeling both a little confused and a lot jealous.

“It is so good to have you back.” – Athena Grant, to Harry Grant

Speaking of surprises, Athena does not sleep with her hair wrapped. No shade, but no Black woman I know is going to lay her head down at night without doing something to protect her hair. Okay, I’m gonna leave Athena alone because she is thrilled to have her son back home. Yes, you read that right. Harry Grant is back home but he looks a bit different. The character is now aged up played by a new actor – Elijah M. Cooper. Now, in case you forgot, Harry went to live with his dad in Florida back in season five and we really haven’t seen him since then. When Athena says she can’t believe Michael didn’t say anything about Harry coming to visit. Harry tells her his dad has been really busy and had to fly back to Haiti. Bobby is immediately suspicious of this because he figures that Michael would’ve called about something like this. Athena doesn’t seem to concerned about any of this and is basically just happy to have her youngest back under her roof. 

“I saved a baby in a pipe once although it was a preemie and it didn’t speak.” – Evan Buckley, to everyone

Meanwhile, Buck, Eddie, and Ravi (played by Anirudh Pisharody) respond to an emergency at a restaurant where the dishwasher (played by Jibre Hordges) claims he hears a voice coming from inside the sink. Ravi doesn’t think it’s possible that someone could be trapped inside a drain but Buck reminds him of the time he pulled a newborn out of a sewer pipe. The firefighters do finally hear someone yelling for help and the restaurant manager (played by Cesili Williams) shows them footage of a motorcyclist being struck by a car and knocked into a storm drain. 

Buck, Eddie, and Ravi head outside and Ravi, being the newest member of the 118, is lowered down into a manhole to extract the poor guy. During this time, Buck grills Eddie about his outing with Tommy. He learns that in addition to going to Vegas, Tommy is also teaching Eddie the Muay Thai style of boxing and they’ve even worked on Eddie’s Chevelle together. Buck does his best to hide his jealously, but he can’t help pressing his best friend for more details. He asks Eddie when he plans on seeing Tommy again. Eddie tells him that Tommy has this karaoke/trivia thing he does on Wednesdays and asks Buck what his plans are for that day. Buck perks up and says his schedule is wide open. Eddie asks if he would watch Christopher for him. He would ask Marisol, but she’s already watched Christopher twice already. Yikes! So, a lot to unpack here. First, is Eddie using his girlfriend as childcare? Second, does this mean Buck’s level of importance to Eddie has decreased now that Tommy and Marisol are in the picture. Lastly, is Eddie really that oblivious? I get wanting to have a new friend, especially one who you have a lot in common with, but he knows Buck, or rather he should know Buck, and him saying these things, even though Buck technically asked him for this information, is hurtful for Buck to here. This, I’ve noticed, is a continuing trend of certain characters getting upset whenever Buck does something wrong, but having little to no regard when it comes to his feelings. This isn’t the first time Eddie has done something like this and I have to believe that he really is oblivious because the alternative means that he’s doing these things because he’s trying to get his friend all riled up. Of course, Buck agrees to watch Christopher because of course he’s going to watch Christopher. 

“Is it circled with a heart around it?” – Maddie Buckley, to Evan Buckley. 

A few days later, Buck updates Maddie on Eddie’s new friendship with Tommy. Buck is so jealous of the new friendship that he’s gathering intel from Christopher. Although Buck is being a little bit extra about all of this, a part of me can relate to the emotions he’s feeling. He worries that Tommy has made such an impression on not only Eddie but Christopher in such a short period of time. What I find fascinating is that while Buck is jealous, he harbors no ill-will towards Tommy.  In fact, he agrees with Eddie and Christopher. Tommy is cool. Buck tells his sister that Christopher would not stop talking about Tommy. Maddie wonders if it’s because Buck kept asking him questions about Tommy. Buck mentions that Eddie has a date written down on his calendar and it’s for a weekly pick-up basketball game with Tommy and other first responders. The date is circled. Buck mentions that Eddie has asked him to this before. Maddie reminds Buck that he doesn’t like basketball and he agrees and says that’s why he always tells Eddie ‘no’ but now Eddie is going with Tommy. Chimney hears the tail-end of their conversation and tells Maddie that Tommy flew Eddie to Vegas for a fight in a chopper. Chimney teases Buck by saying that Tommy’s so cool. 

“We have a problem.” – Bobby Nash, to Athena Grant

Back over at the Grant-Nash household, Bobby tells Athena he talked to Michael. Michael is not in Haiti, and he also had no clue Harry had left and come to Los Angeles which means Harry lied to the both of them. Athena wonders why Harry would lie, and Bobby says it’s because the police is looking for him. They showed up to Michael’s house while he was on the phone with Bobby. Bobby tells his wife that Harry got into a fight and assaulted someone. There’s now a warrant out for his arrest due to him fleeing the jurisdiction. Yikes! Poor Athena. You think you know your kids.

“That’s Jeremy. That’s my son, he’s a doctor.” – Dorothy Nelson, to Athena Grant

Maddie receives a call from an older woman named Dorothy Nelson who is reporting an intruder in her home. Maddie instructs her to stay calm and tells her to find a place to hide until the police get there. The woman panics and tells Maddie she has a gun. Maddie tells her that arming herself can only make the situation she’s in more dangerous. Dorothy starts screaming and then we hear a gunshot. 

Athena, Hen, and Chimney arrive on the scene and find a man dead in the Dorothy’s living room. Chimney tends to her and learns she recently sustained a fall in her garden. Athena looks around the room and sees a photo on the mantle above the fireplace. She realizes the man in the photo looks an awful lot like the dead man on the floor. Hen posits Dorothy has face blindness which means she wouldn’t have been able to recognize the guy even if she does know him. This emergency reminds me of a similar one on Lone Star where a kid locked himself in the bathroom because his dad thought he was an intruder.

Athena goes over to Dorothy (played by Meagen Fay) and asks her if she recognizes the man in the photo. She tells Athena that the man in the photo is her son, Jeremy, and he’s a doctor. So, this lady has killed her own son, and the sad part is, she still thinks that it’s an intruder she shot. This is beyond sad, and I felt so bad for her. I also feel bad for Athena who will have to be the one to tell her the truth. Hen asks her if she can imagine looking into her own child’s face and not even recognizing him. Athena says yes she can.

“That’s how they wake you up in jail for sleeping in. Except the water won’t be clean and it probably won’t be water.” Athena Grant, to Harry Grant

Athena returns home and confronts her son. I did not like the way Harry was talking to his mom and I was wondering why Athena didn’t slap him across his lips. Then I realized, she already did this back in season 5 when Harry started mouthing off at her. Athena is extremely patient in this scene while Harry tells her about the incident involving him assaulting a man. The man, in question, is the manager of a convenience store. Apparently this man was following Harry around while he was inside the convenience store and accused Harry of stealing. The man wouldn’t let Harry leave and got aggressive with him which is why Harry hit him. Harry is upset because he believes she is taking law enforcement’s side over his much like he thinks she did when his father was pulled over several seasons ago. Athena reminds him she is a cop, and he counters by reminding her that he is still his mom. He asks her which one is more important to her but says he already knows the answer to that question. 

“Hey, what are you doing on Thursday?” – Evan Buckley, to Howard "Chimney" Han

Over at the 118, Buck is trying his best to get Eddie’s attention, but the latter is too wrapped up in his phone call with Tommy. Buck tries to impress by bench-pressing a lot of weight but he’s clearly struggling with isn’t too believable for me because have you seen Buck? The guy is a tank! Ravi asks him if he needs help and Buck declines. I wish Buck wasn’t so short-sighted because as much as he wants Eddie and Tommy to notice him, I think Ravi wants Buck to notice him. For him, I think, Buck is the cool one. Chimney brings Buck a package addressed to an M. Buckley which I found funny because either Buck doesn’t have his own Amazon Prime account or maybe he shares one with Eddie and didn’t want his friend knowing what he’s ordering. Turns out, the item Buck has ordered is a new basketball. When Buck sees Eddie again, he suggests that they can get a basketball hoop. Eddie barely acknowledges this before returning to his conversation. Yeah, I’m beginning to think Eddie is doing this on purpose. 

“He was shot when he was mistaken as an intruder.” – Athena Grant, to Dorothy Nelson

Athena puts her cutest outfit and goes to see Dorothy Nelson at the hospital. She rips off the Band-Aid and tells Dorothy her son is dead. When Dorothy asks what happens, Athena tells her that he was killed because he was mistaken as an intruder. I like how Athena delivered this news because it wasn’t accusatory. She lets Dorothy figure out the rest and the moment it dawns on her that she is the one who killed Jeremy she is rightfully devastated. Kudos to the actress playing Dorothy Nelson because she really sold this scene for me. This is the most devasting thing I’ve seen on this show since the story back in season 5 where two best friends were struck during the middle of a parade and one of them died. The scene ends and I’m left wondering what will become of this woman. I can’t imagine the pain she’ll have to live with knowing she killed her son. 

“So, I’m your basketball beard. I feel so bonded.” – Howard “Chimney” Han, to Evan Buckley

Buck convinces Chimney to go with him to the pick-up basketball game. Buck pretends to be surprised to see Eddie and Tommy there. Eddie asks Chimney how he managed to talk Buck into playing basketball because every time he asks him, he says ‘no’. Chimney decides to play coy and tells Eddie he has his ways. I love seeing Chimney being supportive of Buck because very soon they are going to be brothers-in-law. The two square off against Eddie and Tommy and the latter are dominating. Buck lets his jealousy get the better of him and trips Eddie up right as he’s about to make a lay-up. We hear something pop as Eddie falls to the ground. Chimney goes into paramedic mode and assesses Eddie’s injury. He thinks Eddie may have a fracture or sprain. Tommy says that Eddie rode with him, so he’ll be the one to take him to urgent care. Eddie gives Buck a hurt look and Buck immediately feels horrible. Tommy lifts Eddie up and takes him away. Chimney looks at Buck and says, “Well you bucked that up, didn’t you?” Geez, I really feel bad for Buck. He is spiraling!

“It seems unjust, but in reality that’s just the way it is.” – Athena Grant, to Harry Grant

With a cooler head, Athena decides to talk to her son. He apologizes for how he spoke to her. He tells her he is not sorry for hitting the convenience store manager. Athena reminds him that he is not only representing himself and their family, but also his community, which means he can’t go around punching people. He tells her that’s a lot of pressure, but she says that’s the reality of the world they live in. She tells him has to be smarter and he asks her if that means he’s not allowed to be angry. Athena tells him it’s okay to be angry because at the end of the day, he’s a human and that’s what humans do – they get angry when they are upset. However, she reminds him that things could have been worst for him. What if the convenience store manager had a gun? Harry asks her what would have been the right thing for him to do in the situation and I like that Athena admits she doesn’t know. At the end of the day, you have to do whatever you have to do to make it home alive. That’s sentiment is so sad to me but as a Black man living in America, in the South to be specific, I totally get it. It’s not fair but it is what it is. 

Athena shows him the footage of what happened at the convenience store. Harry watches as the manager confronts him and even gets aggressive. He also sees himself punch the man. It’s sobering for him to see this video. He says it’s like watching someone else. Athena tells him that everyone has something they’ve done that they aren’t proud of (you hear that Buck?) but the true test of character is being able to face the consequences of one’s actions. Harry tells her he doesn’t know what to do and she tells him they’ll figure it out together. Whatever happens, she will be right there with him because he is her son, and she loves him no matter what.

“I’m not a fourteen-year-old girl.” – Evan Buckley, to Maddie Buckley. 

Buck brings Maddie lunch at the dispatch center and catches her up on what happened with Eddie.  She asks Buck how Eddie is feeling, and he tells her he doesn’t know because he hasn’t talked to him. Maddie is surprised to hear this considering Buck and Eddie are so close. Buck tells her he doesn’t think Eddie wants to hear from him since he’s the one who hurt him. Maddie says it’s an accident, but Buck tells her he was pissed about Eddie and Tommy hanging out so much that he allowed his jealousy to get the better of him. He’s the reason why Eddie got injured. Buck says he was only trying to get his attention. Maddie tells him that is not the way to get someone’s attention. When I first watched this scene, I thought Maddie was going a little overboard with her disapproval of what Buck did. Then I realized, violence is how her husband Doug would get her attention back when they were married. Buck tells her he feels awful for what he did to Eddie, and she tells him not to do it again. 

She admits she knows how he feels because she had a similar situation with her best friend growing up. Her friend became friends with another girl and Maddie did everything she could, including dyeing her hair blonde and attempting to change her name, to get her friend to notice her. It never occurred to her that she could have still been friends with her friend even if her friend was friends with someone else. Maybe they could have all been friends. But Maddie was too jealous to realize this. The situation made her look desperate, and she would’ve been better off just explaining to her friend how she felt. 

“It’s good to see you Harry.” – Captain Elaine Maynard, to Harry Grant

Athena accompanies Harry to the police station, and they are met by Captain Elaine Maynard (played by Claudia Christian). The captain tells Athena and Harry she spoke with the Miami Dade Police Department, and they have no interest in extraditing for a misdemeanor assault. However, both jurisdictions recommended Harry remain in Los Angeles with Athena and complete 100 hours of community service. Harry is surprised he isn’t going to jail but Athena makes it known that him being under her watchful eye will be worse. 

“It’s not like I could ever replace you.” – Tommy Kinard, to Evan Buckley

Now, we’ve finally made it to my favorite scene of the episode. We head over to Buck’s loft. There’s a knock at the door and when he goes to check, he finds Tommy on his doorstep. Tommy asks if they can talk, and Buck invites himself inside. I love the subtle detail of Tommy being in awe of Buck’s loft. Buck offers him a drink and reminds him that he owes him a beer. Tommy declines and says he won’t be staying long. He tells Buck he wants to clear the air between the two of them and he didn’t want to do so over the phone or through a text message. Tommy calls him Evan and says it was never his intention to cause any bad blood between him and Eddie. Buck assures him there’s no bad blood and owns up to his bad behavior. He tells him that he and Eddie make perfect sense as friends. Tommy agrees and reminds Buck that Eddie can have more than one friend. 

Tommy says that he would never be able to replace him. He says that Christopher cannot shut up about Buck. I love the smile on Buck’s face when Tommy says this because it’s a reminder that Buck, seven seasons later, still craves the approval and the acceptance of those around him. Even Christopher. Buck asks Tommy if Eddie is mad at him. Tommy tells him Eddie is not mad at him. If anything, he feels bad (they both do) for excluding Buck. He tells Buck that he and Eddie hanging out was never about Buck, but Buck says that’s the problem. He admits he can get pretty jealous. I’m so proud of Buck for just owning everything in this scene. Lisa Rinna would be proud. 

Tommy admits that Buck isn’t the only one who’s been jealous. Buck is surprised to hear this. Tommy explains that he’s jealous of what’s become of the 118. When we were first introduced to Tommy, it was back during the ‘Begin’ episodes for Hen, Chimney, and Bobby. The 118 didn’t use to be the family it is now. In fact, the previous captain went out of his way to cultivate a highly toxic environment and it’s because of Chimney, Hen, and Bobby that the team is what it is today. It’s the reason why Buck and Eddie and Ravi were able to be accepted right away without having to be hazed by the other firefighters. Tommy admits he wishes he were a part of what the 118 has become and Buck reminds him that he is. He reminds Tommy of how he made fake mouth static at the fire chief during their daring mission to save Bobby and Athena. Tommy says he’s renowned for his fake mouth static, but Buck says it wasn’t very convincing. The banter between these two men is so cute I could actually explode. Buck tempers his teasing by reminding Tommy that he was willing to put his job on the line to help the rest of them out. That was the moment Buck realized that Tommy was cool and that he liked him. He tells Tommy that’s the reason he called him for the tour. It’s not because he’s thinking about leaving the 118; it’s because he wanted to get to know him. It’s Tommy’s turn to be surprised. Buck says things took a turn when Eddie arrive, but he understands why Tommy wants to hang with Eddie. It was so cute the way Buck gushes about how great Eddie is that he’s known Eddie is great since the first day he worked with him. Aww! At this point, I’m literally yelling at my TV.

“That was better than fake mouth static.” – Evan Buckley, to Tommy Kinard

The flirting is turned up to level 100 when Buck tells Tommy it’s his attention he’s been trying to get and frankly he’s exhausted. Again, Tommy is surprised to hear this. Buck reminds him that he maimed his best friend, and that Maddie told him there are better ways to get someone’s attention. Before Buck can even finish the statement, Tommy leans in and kisses him. There’s a brief hesitation in Buck, most likely because he is shocked, the Buck starts to kiss him back. This moment was beyond shocking to me and even now, three days later, I still have to watch the clip to remind myself that Tommy kissed Buck and Buck definitely kissed him back. I spent years thinking something like this would never happen and I’ve gone back and forth with Buddie shippers online telling them that Buck or Eddie coming out as anything other than straight was an impossibility. Yeah, maybe that was the case when 9-1-1 was on FOX but this is a new network baby and ABC said, let them boys kiss! And yes, it’s not Eddie and Buck that are kissing but in my opinion, this is an even better direction for the characters to go in. I’ve always believed that if either character were to come out as queer, it would be Buck. We’ve only seen Buck in relationships with women, but he’s always struck me as someone who is open to whatever experiences come his way. Perhaps this explains why he's always had difficulty in the relationships he’s pursued on the show. Eddie, on the other hand, is a lot more reserved than Buck and the writers are going to have to put in work to convince me he is anything other than a heterosexual man. I’m not saying it’s out the realm of possibility, but I think the writers did a good job getting us where we are now, and they’ll need to do the same for Eddie in the future should that be the direction they want to go in for that character. Also. bringing Tommy into the equation is a brilliant move on their part because rewatching those ‘Begin’ episodes, there are insinuations there that he may be gay or bisexual. 

Okay, back to the scene. The way Tommy is looking at Buck gives me all the feels. The way he’s looking at Buck tells me that if he didn’t have to leave for his shift, they would be going at it on Buck’s new sofa. I’m so happy this isn’t just a one-sided interest. After the kiss, Tommy asks Buck if he’s okay with the moment they just shared. Buck is looking every bit of the bewildered that’s a part of the title of this episode. He tells Tommy that the kiss was better than his fake mouth static. Tommy tells him he has a shift, but he wants to take Buck out on a proper date. Buck tells him he’s free and man is that statement layered. Free to go out. Free to be who he wants to be. Free to kiss anyone he wants to kiss. Tommy tells Buck he will come around on Saturday at eight to pick him up. Tommy goes to leave but before opens the door, he tells Buck to call Eddie. We end the scene with Buck looking the happiest he’s looked in a long time. 

This episode is hands down one of the best of the series and that’s just not recency bias. I feel that way about all the episodes we’ve gotten this season. 9-1-1 is firing on all cylinders at this point and things feel fresh and new again. The plot with Athena and Harry was perplexing at first but then I grew to like it by the end. I like that the show reminds us that Athena being a Black woman and a cop is controversial, especially in today’s climate, and I like that her kids aren’t afraid to call her out. I love seeing Athena reckon with both identities and how they relate to each other. I especially loved her conversation with Harry because it’s very reminiscent of conversations I’ve had with my own mom. Her telling Harry that it’s unfair that he has to always be on his best behavior but necessary rang so true to me. Athena has always known this, even before she had kids, yet she chooses to continue to work within a system that reinforces this kind of thinking. 

The storyline with Buck was also fun. It was a nice balance to the sadness of the story with the woman killing her son on accident. I like how Buck is never afraid to be vulnerable, even if it’s to his detriment. I hope we get a conversation between him and Eddie next episode because I love their friendship and I don’t want it to ever change, and something tells me Buck is going to lean heavy on his friendship with Eddie now that he might be dating Tommy. And I hope that Eddie continues to be supportive of his friend when he finds out the truth about his sexuality. I don’t think Eddie would have a problem with it. After all, Hen is an out and proud lesbian, and we also have Josh who is gay. I do know that some people do question the legitimacy of bisexual people but again, I don’t think Eddie will have a problem with whatever Buck labels himself as. Maybe we’ll even get a double date between Eddie, Marisol, Buck, and Tommy. That would be fun.

Lastly, I wanted to talk about Buck and Tommy. I think the show did a great job getting us to the moment where they shared a kiss this episode. As I mentioned earlier, I have seen this episode quite a few times and I’ve watched the scenes involving Buck and Tommy more than that. If you watch the scene where Buck is visiting Tommy, there’s so many little looks the two are giving each other. I think at that point that Buck is only infatuated but Tommy is clearly interested. Also, if you go back to the previous episode, at the end once everyone has been rescued, there’s a look Buck gives when he is telling Tommy goodbye. I love things like that and it’s proof to me that this isn’t just gaybaiting or queerbaiting. This is the show telling us that one of their beloved characters is queer and they have taken special care with letting us know that. I love how Oliver Stark and Lou Ferrigno Jr. are invested in this story. In fact, the cast is supportive of Buck going in this direction. I’m so happy that the fans have this moment. It’s been so fun engaging with people online about this episode and while there are viewers who have and will balk at Buck being a queer character, I say screw those people. If a character’s sexuality can make you that upset, you clearly haven’t been watching the show and you’re not a fan.

Okay, this reaction has gone on way too long. I’ll say it one last time. I’m so happy Buck is bi!!!! I can’t wait to see what happens next! Until next time …

[ilykirara]

Mortal Kombat, The Main Four: Before and During the Relationship Raiden

Before the relationship:

It takes him a while to realise that he has romantic feelings for you because he tries to justify it as normal, platonic friendship-feelings, but when he does it hits hard.

At first, he continues to act normal but he finds himself studying you acutely to the point that he can vividly recall the different ways your face crinkles when you’re laughing at his jokes or when you’re stressed during your job (he tries to visit you when he can but he usually gets told off by his boss afterwards even though he thought he was being secretive)

Of course, who’s better to consult that Johnny Cage, Kenshi Takahashi, and especially Kung Lao? Raiden gave up following Johnny Cage’s advise after an embarrassing attempt at out-right flirting with you then failing when you simply raised an eyebrow at him, and didn’t find Kenshi particularly helpful as he was too logical.

He managed to confess his feelings after an elaborate plan devised by him and Kung Lao. It was a set-up involving Kung Lao leaving the two of you alone to set the right mood so he could make a heart-felt confession.

During the relationship:

He's definitely an acts of service person. He shows his affection through his efforts (e.g. giving you a lift to your workplace every day even if it means a longer journey and a higher gas bill) and prefers to show than tell.

However, hes still loves communication. Basically thrives from it. He wants to know if what he's doing pleases you and he makes his feelings well-known. You'll always see at least one notification from Raiden on your phone during your work shift.

If possible, he always dedicates a date-day every weekend. When planning dates, he thinks about it the entire week. He's the type to sit on his thoughts, letting it marinate before convincing himself that he's prepared for any backtracks.

Though he's the type to carefully plan and rehearse how he's going to present himself to people, with you he can't stop acting spontaneously. He'll sometimes be really sappy with you and blurt out affectionate words that appear in his mind in the moment. You almost make him trip over his words because he has so much to say

In public, he usually limits himself to holding hands and loves to compliment your outfit and you in general. He’s really attentive to what you glance at or what you find interesting (sometimes he’ll buy what you’ve looked at before as a surprise gift). In private he really likes to lean on you — sometimes he'll even put his hat on you before resting his head on your shoulders. He really loves the perfume that you use.

He adores seeing you wear his clothes, especially when you use his shirts as an oversized clothing item. You two will sometimes match the waist fabric that he likes to use in casual settings.

He prefers to hug in a way that allows him to rest his head on your shoulders and even sway whilst doing so. He's a complete embracer.

Prefers peppered kisses or a single soft kiss that has meaning to it.

Kung Lao

Before the relationship:

He's totally the type to try a thousand ways to gauge whether the feelings are mutual before trying his luck out. Usually, it's so obvious that you and Raiden could gossip about it.

He's always making excuses to be around you, to the point that you just accept that you'll randomly bump into him no matter the circumstances. One time, he waited outside your workplace in the cold rain so he could walk you home under a shared umbrella.

He tries to impress you a lot to increase his chances of reciprocation. He's like a male peacock. He's quite a gentleman despite his brash, act-first-think-later attitude. Like Raiden, he'll push to pay for your things or help you carry your things. He's also a great listener and surprisingly gives great advice.

He set up a romantic high-end dinner (his pockets hurt afterwards) to confess to you through a specialised dessert that had ‘Can I be your boyfriend?’ written on the plate in your favourite flavoured drizzle.

During the relationship:

He's so playful in the relationship. Everything with him is humorous and light-hearted. He's the jokester in the relationship but when he realises that things are serious, he can quickly switch to right behaviour. He's very reliable and supportive. No matter the situation, he's always there holding your hand.

He's very adventurous, so your dates usually involve some physical activities. For example, he likes to take you on a boat trip down the main river or scale the mountains with you. If you ever get too tired, he'll carry you comfortably the rest of the way with ease. Sometimes, he'll place his hat on your face so you can avoid the glaring sun if it's during midday (you have to help him put after-sun cream on but he thinks of it as the best case scenario despite the blisters afterwards)

He would love it if his partner practices martial arts so he could train with them. He takes you seriously as a way to show that he truly respects you and helps you correct your form. He'll happily be your practice dummy and cheers you on throughout each training session. Afterwards, after cleaning yourself up, he'll cut some fruit up for you two so you can re-energise.

He always has big plans. Shares his dreams with you and always includes you in it. ‘Wherever you go, I go too. You're not getting rid of me that easily!’. He'll accommodate to your dreams too and wants to help you achieve what you want. Seeing you happy makes him feel fulfilled.

He’s really great with kids because of his playful nature and how he’s very convincing when he pretends to be serious in games only to lose to them

You two have matching threaded bracelets which he'll play with subconsciously. You sprayed your perfume on his bracelet so sometimes Raiden would comment on his scent only for Kung Lao to see it as a opportunity to talk lovingly about how great you are to him.

He's usually an on time or a minute late person, but when it comes to you he's always early. When planning dates, he usually takes a maximum of three days to plan it before telling you a time and place. He prefers everything to be a surprise so he can enjoy your reaction.

In public, he's not afraid to be affectionate. In private he likes hugs where he can wrap his arms around your waist and his head can rest between your shoulder and neck. He's also the type to nuzzle into your face as he smiles.

Prefers kisses that have a lot of force to it.

Kenshi Takahashi

Before the relationship:

You had to initiate the talking phase. It's not like he didn't have any interest in you, but rather he's so used to doing his own thing and being independent that pursuing someone doesn’t come naturally. The way he feels love is different. His romantic feelings are rational and do not overwhelm him. He acknowledges it and he’ll instinctually spend more time with you, even admire you more, but he wouldn’t go so far as to plan dates at this point. You had to give him a little nudge to reciprocate before it clicked to him

He would only start a relationship ideally after sorting out his clan. He prioritises stability over everything. He wouldn't feel right if he started a relationship only to not be able to properly invest his efforts into it.

After he realised that you were interested in him, he reciprocated through putting more effort into his interactions with you. His love language is words of affirmation, so he tries to find out everything about you and tells you everything about him so you can make an informed decision. He likes to take it slow and make sure that you two would be happy in a relationship.

After he warms up to you, you find that he’s a warm individual who can be a little sarcastic at times but he does enjoy humour every now and then. He’s also a great cook and disciplined.

He confesses his love through a shared, relaxing trip that you two planned for a long time.

During the relationship:

He's a ‘both-ways’ person, meaning that he prefers to reciprocate and reciprocation from you.

Whenever you're near him, you can always catch him glancing at you (or rather slight head turns towards your direction), especially when you’re sharing comfortable silence. He's a visual person and he truly believes you're the most beautiful person he's ever met. How could he not steal glances of you?

He's always smiling in some way around you. He's also heavy on making a form of eye contact since he wants to show you that he's fully attentive.

He's a talker, for sure, and he's a great listener. He prefers more to listen, but what really vitalises him is good conversation. He loves learning, so sometimes you'll suggest a puzzle to complete with him. He's a very patient individual and would willingly give you anything. His phone, his blindfolds, even Sento (though only when the relationship has been established for some time).

He's a texture person, so sometimes he'll play with your hair or the hem of your clothes. You noticed that his diet varies in texture and even the fabric of his various different blindfolds are textured with neat patterns. He admires the arts, especially ancient art. If you can play an instrument, sometimes he'll request to play certain music sheets or will act as your personal audience.

He's actually quite a domesticated person and prefers a peaceful life where he can channel his energy into looking after his clan, practicing his martial arts, and his relationship. He perceives your voice as a soothing guide that calms him down, so he'll sometimes ask you to talk about your day no matter how mundane it was (or recall how you two spent the day together)

He’s quite big on aesthetics, so you find your closet matching his more and more in terms of the colour whilst still keeping your usual style. He prefers a clean, professional look, but when you’re at home together you like to have matching lounge wear.

He likes to buy you different kinds of incenses to see which one you like so he can buy more of it. When you're busy and not around, sometimes he'll use one to remind him of you. He also has a few lucky charms that remind him of you on the protective cover of his sword.

Most of the time when he's irritated about his work life, you'll prepare him a cup of his favourite herbal tea and read a book to him to take his mind off. He really appreciates that you try to help him, so in return he does the same to you with your favourite habits. When you're ill, he'll feed you traditional Japanese food that promote health recovery.

It's soothing for him to let you put ointment on his eye scars. He feels that it’s an intimate act that builds trust. You two also like to do face care nights as a date which lets you two lay in bed together to either cuddle in silence or murmur about your day.

He prefers to drape his arms around your waist so that they rest using your hips as a resting point. Most of the time, he likes to hug from behind.

Prefers kisses on the cheek or jawline kisses

Johnny Cage

Before the relationship:

He definitely pursued you first. He first flirted with you as if you were every other woman he's flirted with but you brushed that aside and treated his flirtation as his own awkward way to start a conversation. Your first impression was that he was a cocky actor who was too used to the routine of impressing his fans through his sex appeal. You found his flirtations adorable more than anything.

You were more interested in finding out the Cage behind the flirtations, so after his romantic introductions you would establish a conversation that would let you find out more about him. Sometimes, you would use the flirt as a way to lead the conversation: ‘Baby, you smell like a garden of pretty red roses!’ ‘Thank you, it’s this brand of perfume that I always use. What kind of cologne do you use? I think I recall that you use your own brand?’

This leads to you two finding many common likes and dislikes. After a few interactions, Cage abandons his surface-level womaniser persona and actually attempts to know you because he's now genuinely interested in you. Seeing how you’re genuinely interested in him as a person and not a celebrity is a nice experience for him.

He loves traditional courting, so he'll take you on so many dates that you'll always expect him to turn up to your house at any point to whisk you away to have an expensive night out. He also loves how you'll give him a kiss on the cheek afterwards, leaving a faint lipstick stain that he smiles at when he sees the reflection on his tinted car window.

He sets up a movie night where he confesses to you. He edits a movie starring him so at the right moment, he asks the audience (you) if you would go out with him, causing you to be confused as you ‘don’t remember this bit?’ before you turn to see Cage with a matching promise ring.

During the relationship:

Being with a film fanatic means watching endless films with him. Sometimes, he'll host PowerPoint presentations criticising movies that you’ve two watched. If you wanted to watch a movie that he didn’t know the plot of, you’re limited to new movies or movies in a language he doesn't know because he’s pretty much watched all the movies in the past. He’s not the type to talk during movies because he wants to understand and enjoy the movie, but afterwards he really verbalises his thoughts. He's also big into literature and is a secret intellect, so he equally loves conversations relating to academia (especially if it's to gauge how realistic something happened in a fictional movie).

In order to be with him, you'd definitely need to have the same passion for media and have a lot of social energy. He would really love a partner with high media literacy and an equal passion for analysing the meaning being the meaning. At the same time, he would also love if his partner quoted movies and incorporated movie references in conversations as a way to connect and be funny.

He loves giving you flowers and buying you lavish vases to go along with it. In return, he loves to admire you taking care of the flowers. He's even bought you the Lego flower set for you two to set up together.

He loves to play fight with you but he always lets you win. Seeing your victorious face makes his pretend loss seem like a real win. He's very protective of you, so you sometimes stifle a giggle when you see him subconsciously flare up his muscles to appear bigger when someone he's not a fan of is around.

He confides in you, like, a lot. Apart from a very few select people, you know how his home life is. He absolutely trusts you, even with his expensive retro collections. You also confide with him, leading to strong mutual trust and healthy reliance on each other. You’ve gone to therapy with him a few times to help with his coping mechanisms (e.g. over drinking) and work through his past because he’s an old-habits-die-hard person (and vice versa if you had some troubles you needed to work through). You don't exactly tell him what to do because he's responsible for himself, but what you'll do is gently advise him every now and then what you think would be the right decision (e.g. talk out emotions instead of bottling it).

You're very supportive of him and in return he's very supportive of you. You always let him know how you feel about what he's doing and try to compromise if possible. If you ever get into a disagreement with him, you like to give each other space for a while before coming back to have a discussion. He will always listen to what you have to say and try to understand your point of view. He gives you the creativity you need to brainstorm ideas and you give him different perspectives to ground him so he can think things through.

He lets you have free reign over his assets. Want to take a joyride? Play spin the bottle with his many car keys. Want to host a pool party on the same day? Let him pick your swimwear so you two are matching. Need some spare change? Here's his black card. (You usually feel really bad so you try to limit but you do indulge every now and then). His love language is a mix of gift-giving and physical touch.

He's a very clean person despite how busy his house is with decoration. He appreciates that you maintain and even help him clean his many collections every now and then. He has posters of you around his house (he rented a photography crew to take those pictures) so you usually tease him about how enamoured he is when it comes to you.

He's definitely into matching. Other than the matching rings, you have a matching necklace for his punch ring and matching sunglasses.

He has your name as a tattoo. He also has a rotating slideshow full of pictures of you as his phone screen so every day he can wake up to a new picture of you. He's absolutely enamoured by you and isn't afraid to show it.

In public, he limits public affection because of the paparazzi but he loves to show you off. He loves when your arm is wrapped around his arm and draped over his forearm so you’re interlinked like a chain. It's very classy and he loves seeing the pose in the next issued magazines. At home, he loves waist hugs and loves to have some physical contact with you.

He loves lipstick kisses and neck kisses.

[kakashis-formal-simp]

hii i hope you are doing well and taking care of yourself!! I had a request for Erza scarlet if that’s okay, fem reader is being hit on by someone else in the guild and Erza gets jealous about it, also i apologise in advance if you see me a lot requesting for Erza I just rarely see any fics for her 😭

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It’s no problem at all, I love writing for her and she needs more fanfics ❤️❤️🙏🏻🙏🏻

Also, I’m working on my other requests rn too, so if anyone requested, don’t worry they will be coming ❤️❤️🥰🥰

Erza Scarlet x reader

Sitting in your normal seat in the guild hall you did what you always did. Stare at Erza in all her beauty. She and Team Natsu just got back from a quest and you watched as she told Levy all about it, though, you assume her version of how the quest went is different than Lucy’s judging by the face she was making. Well, you were lost in thought and you failed to notice the man approaching you.

“Hey, Y/n, you’re looking as good as always.” glancing at the man talking, you had seen him around the guild but had yet to learn his name. “Thanks” you mumble toward him. “I’ve heard you’re pretty strong,” he says while he moves his body closer to you. “I am,” you say simply, you continue to talk to him while he flirts poorly with you. The whole conversation was rather one-sided as you have no interest in the man.

“Excuse you, can you not see that Y/n is clearly not interested in you?” Erza’s voice booms. “What are you talking about, why wouldn’t she be interested? We are having a pleasant conversation, aren’t we Y/n?” he looks at you as he finishes. “Please, Y/n can do way better than you,” Erza says as she grabs his collar and tosses him out of the booth.

“Wow, do you mind grabbing me like that?” you jokingly ask her. Erza’s face quickly flushes red. “I-i, you want..” laughing, you cut her off. “It was only a joke Erza, but… I am curious. Why did you stop that man from flirting with me?” Erza’s face stays red as she responds “Well, you were clearly uninterested in him, so…” She looks down. “Is there another reason you stopped him?” Erza looked up quickly, then looked around. “Actually, there is something I have been meaning to talk to you about,” smiling at her “Well, you have my undivided attention,” you answer simply. Erza’s face reddens more, “Uhm, could we step out of the guild hall," she asks nervously, without responding you stand up from the booth.

The walk outside was quick, which was good because your nerves were consuming. Trying to appear calm on the outside, “So, what was it you wanted to talk to me about?” Erza sighs, “I… well,” she sighs again, trying to gain her composure. You can’t remember a time you’ve seen her like this. “I like you Y/n” she blurts out, finally looking up at you, “ I like you a lot, Y/n, you’re funny, smart, and undeniably attractive. Everything about you is amazing and I would love for a chance to call you mine,” Erza looks at you with her pleading brown eyes. “How could I ever say no to you? I would love nothing more than to be your woman Erza,” you watch the excitement radiate off of Erza’s face, “really? Can we get strawberry cake?” she asks excitedly. You smile at her, “Of course, I can even make you some if you would like,” Erza smiles, pulling you into a hug, your head hitting her armor with a loud clunk. Although it didn’t feel nice, you wouldn’t change this for the world.

I wasn’t sure if you wanted an established relationship or not so I wrote it as if they aren’t yet together

Feel free to request as much as you like ❤️❤️

[lyrikan]

🔮 | Watching the sunset with your new boyfriend! (Rayman) | Gender-neutral

(Plot: 6:32PM, on a Sunday. You and Rayman was sitting on a hill watching the sunset. It was a very long day, and it was nice to spend some time with your brand new boyfriend. Feeling the breezy air hit your face felt nice for once.)

(Recap: You’ve started to have a growing feeling for Rayman. It had came out of no where, you guys have been awfully close, too close to the point you couldn’t call it “platonic” anymore. Rayman on the other hand was still a bit clueless, though he had started to have a light blush on his face when being too close with you. The last time he had dated somebody was Ly, but that was a long time ago and she’s out the picture now.

His friends has been starting to suspect what has been going on, yet you two always denied it. Barbara was the only one who spoke out about it to you, and tried to help you. But you denied.. It wasn’t till one day Rayman took an actual good look at you and realized how fine you really looked. But it wasn’t just your looks.. your sweet personality, the way you care about others, that snappy side of yours. It was all adding up that he finally figured out why he’s been acting so OFF around you.

He was too shy to come forward, telling the situation to Globox, Since he already had a wife (.. and WAYY too many kids.) Globox had gave Rayman advice about the whole situation and what he should do. Thus, leading Rayman too… stand outside your window with a boombox that played Sexbomb, trying to serenade you. Yeah.. it was cheesy, but you said hell yeah and that was the start of your loving relationship.)

You were sitting down on a grassy hill, watching the sun, it was so pretty.. so orange.. as it beamed up into your eyes. The clouds hovering over the sun felt so unreal.. It was perfect.

You looked over at Rayman, he was looking around watching everything gracefully move around, the leaves falling.. the clouds moving, the vines rocking back and forth from the breeze.

Y/N | “ Are you enjoying the sunset?.. “

You said, softly smiling as you looked into his eyes..

Rayman | “ Whuh— Huh? Oh.. yeah, I am.. it’s the most beautiful sunset I’ve ever seen yet.. “

He replied, rubbing the back of his head smiling back at you.

Y/N | “ It’s been a while since I’ve watched one.. probably the best one .. y’know, since everything is all pretty.. The wind really makes everything better. “

Rayman decided to try and flirt with you, if it’s incredibly cheesy, ignore it.. I mean it’s been a while since he dated somebody. He doesn’t know any better..

His white gloved hand softly caresses your own, as he looked you in the eyes, all you see is his snout though, but it didn’t change anything about how you are feeling in the moment.

Rayman | “ The sunset may be the perfect view for you at the moment, but in my eyes, you’re my perfect view right now, my love. “

He’d look at you with half-lidded eyes and a stupid grin on his face. I mean.. he tried, it’s the thought that counts.

You smile and kissed his nose in return, you can feel butterflies in your stomach, it made you feel happy. And made him feel happy as well, feeling flattered of the gesture you did.

Y/N | “ I would’ve never thought that we would get together.. But, I’m glad we did.. “

Y/N | “ Yknow.. after all those battles that we’ve encountered along our way… I think it was worth it.. I wouldn’t want to be with anybody but you. “

You said, facing towards him, he immediately gets embarrassed, but he agreed silently. Letting out a quiet whimper at the touch of your hands touching his suddenly.

Rayman | “ J-jeez.. I’m not usually a sucker like this for when it comes to affection.. but.. whoowee.. that was.. really.. sweet. “

Y/N | “ I dunno.. I.. guess I have just grown a huge bond with you this past week.. it feels nice to past the “friend” boundary.. “

“ its like.. I feel safer now with you. “

Those words made Rayman’s heart dropped. He’s always for some reason wanted you to say that.. He loved when you were yourself without being judged.. He loved a lot.. to hear you say that made him smile again.

Rayman | “ Eheh.. well.. I um.. always try my best to make you feel comfortable. “

Rayman took a look back at the sky.. Golden hour.. it was so… PERFECT! What a great coincidence .. You two were on a romantic date watching the sky.

Rayman | “ Wow.. so.. pretty. Have ya ever seen anythin’ like this before? “

He turned to look at you, deep down inside you knew you have, but decided to make him feel special.

Y/N | “ Not at all.. I guess it was meant to be huh? ”

Rayman | “ I guess so! Wait, lemme grab my camera! I want to remember this special moment with’ya forever! “

He took out a camera out his pocket, taking a picture. Before looking at you.. placing it on the ground, turning his whole body to face you.

You really knocked his socks off taking him to this place.. it was so wonderful.. he really enjoyed it.. Leaning in to kiss you, his first brave move.. (Besides serenading you,) As you leaned in to kiss him back, kissing each other in the romantic environment. Red lums surrounding you two slowly.

(This is my first time making a story, if you have any ideas please tell me and I’ll make it! :3 )

[zenphiaaa]

Lose You To Love Me (Kunikida Doppo)

Kunikida x Gen!Reader Kunikida Being LoveSick

<> The two of you met while he was still a teacher actually. You both worked for the same school and got along fairly well as coworkers

<> One day he disappeared and you never heard of him again

<> Then you spot him of the corner of your eye at a super market three years later

<> You don't aproach him figuring he left without a word for a reason, but once he sees you...he's like a whole different person from what you remembered

<> After an awkward conversation the two of you exchanged numbers and went on your separate ways

<> Reconnecting with each other wasn't as bad as you thought it would be, and Kunikida wasn't indifferent towards you as you thought

<>"Wasn't sure if you saw me like that" Kunikida answers when you ask why he left without a word

<>"More than a coworker" he answers with a light blush on his cheeks as you press him for answers

<> The two of you share a small smile as your pinkies link together

You give the darked haired male a tight smile as you contines on his rant. You were currently waiting outside of your boyfriends workplace so the two of you could have a dinner date. You guess that this was the conquence of keeping your relationship under lock and key. Being hit on by your boyfriends coworkers...but could you even call this flirting?

"And don't you worry my darling! I will make sure that our double suicide is painless and private. We'll have such a magical time with one another!" A male wearing a long brown coat exclaimed, clasping his hands together dramatically while wearing a wide smile on his face.

You blink at him in response as the door to the agency opens up and out steps Kunikida holding his suitcase under his arm. "Hello." You greeted him with a netual expression, not quite sure how to react in the moment.

"Dazai leave them alone, they have no insterest in you." Kunikida scolded the other male.

"My my my! Who's this then? A reporter? Someone your working after hours with?" Dazai wiggles his eyebrows at the blonde before turning back to you with a cheerful grin.

"Why don't you ditch him and come with me instead? I'm sure whatever your working on, I can be of better use darling." He winks.

You shake your head, "No thank you, but I think we'll take our leave now though. Goodbye." You say before gently taking Kunikida's hand into yours and moving away.

Kunikida waved his coworker as the two of you passed by and left the building. "I'm sorry about him." Kunikida groaned as he took your hand into his.

"Don't worry about it." You dismissed easily, "He seems lonely?"

"He's an idiot." Kunikida snorts, making you giggle.

"Well at the very least we have reservations in fifteen minutes. We better hurry along if we don't want that coupon to go waste."

Kunikida follows your lead as he smiles up at your figure. he couldn't wait to spend the rest of his life with you.