#so i try not to be too salty on main ? but i feel like I’m going a little crazy lmao! like I’m just one bitter little miser fhdjjd

[marimbles]

i miss carpisuns sometimes </3

[bengiyo]

At 25:00 in Akasake Ep 10 (Finale) Stray Thoughts

Last week, Shirasaki asked Hayama to have sex with him before their bed scene for the show. Thankfully they stopped, and then the show gave us probably the best shot of the entire year where they show how busy and packed a film set is before pushing in on the scene the guys were creating. They finished the show, and now Shirasaki is preparing for his next job, but I’m salty that their show seems to end on a bittersweet note. We left at Shirasaki leaving the apartment the morning after Hayama stopped him from leaving.

Feeling so much about Shirasaki trying to be even-keeled about this but breaking immediately.

We have finally seen Kohinata’s/Hayama’s bedroom.

It’s 2024, we all verse now!!!

Ah, a handclasp in case we didn’t understand what that condom meant.

Cuddling after sex in my BL? It’s more likely than you think!

“Goodbye, Asami-san?” I will fight this man.

Yes, Hayama! Run! Get his ass!

I’m so glad we finally cleared up that Shirasaki is the one Hayama has always been into. I felt my man’s energy draining when he realized all of this angst was because of a simple misunderstanding.

“You’ll do” I’m dying. I was ready to see Shirasaki finally kick Yamase’s ass. No one wants Sakuma.

Yes, please finally watch your show on the big TV!

Wow, they tricked me about the end of their little drama, too! I was so caught up in Shirasaki’s gloominess that I fell for it.

Feeling lost? Baby boy, he got exactly what he wanted! He won!

He gave him a key! We are finally moving into the correct apartment!!!

A sequel to their drama? Don’t tease me like that!

Final Verdict: 10, Finally Some Good Fucking Food. It’s been a rough year for me with BL, and I’m so glad that we finally had another show complete its arc properly. It’s amusing to me that my favorite BLs of the year from Japan have both been about actors in a BL (this and I Became the Main Role of a BL Drama), and both have been so different from each other. This show was a rewarding experience, and I think any and all BL fans would be served by watching this, especially if you’ve been watching more than a few BLs a month for a while. I just really enjoyed how human the leads felt, and I will be watching this one again for sure.

[jaketsparrow]

Tending Part 1

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x reader

Word Count: 8.9K 

Preview: One night when your work crush Jake takes the main stage at the bar you work at, you both finally get the courage to take things to the next step. You finally get to see a side of him he hasn’t gotten to show you yet. The only thing that sours the excitement is when you wake up the next morning and he’s not there. 

Note from author: This is my first time writing something like this so I hope it's enjoyable! It’s definitely a slow burn, but I really like how it ended. There is room for more, so I’m open to suggestions :) 

MENTIONS OF/ TW: !Drunks3x, Oral (m/f! receiving) receiving, dirty talk, name calling, teasing/edging, explicit sexual content, *some* impact play, dom/sub, mature themes, unprotected sex, fingering (f! receiving), language, choking, safe words… Moral of the story it's filthy (imo). Sorry if i missed anything! 

MINORS DNI

“You know we shouldn’t do this,” he says while unbuttoning his pants. Jake wants it too. Maybe just as much as you did. 

The autumn air is rolling into the bedroom, slowly waking you with its crisp touch. You try to fight the sleep off, slowly coming to. You rub your legs up and down the silky satin sheets, trying to navigate and stretch each muscle through the tangled mess. Next is your arms, sluggishly moving up to wipe the smeared mascara further across your eyes. One last wipe and you’re finally awake enough to open your heavy eyelids. 

Still in a state of morning fog and confusion, you turn to your left and reach out to touch him; expecting him to be there- but he’s not there. Where did he go? He was so close to you last night, facing you, noses practically touching, breathing lightly, but still enough to feel the breeze of him on you. The sheets had been completely evacuated of him; the only thing remaining was a few long strands of his chestnut hair. Was he truly only expecting sex last night? Honestly, how could you even think that he would spend the whole night? You desperately wish that he did, especially after everything. 

You finally muster the strength to sit yourself up, swinging your body over the edge of the bed. The hangover doesn’t hit you like a truck, but instead slowly sweeps through your body reminding you of your late night. 

Shit how much did you drink? 

Your judgment was far too clouded, the steps had already started- the act already unfolding. And you sat there silent, unsure of why this would be a bad idea at all. 

Each movement out of bed increases the throbbing in your head. It takes a good five minutes before you can struggle over to the dresser and find the clothes for your shift. Each step and dressing needs long deep breaths. You push past the bedroom door and walk into the tiny apartment bathroom; the cold tile beneath your feet sobering your sleep. You trash the vanity looking for your toothpaste, but once you find it you don’t even want to use it. The taste of his salty skin still lingers in your mouth, almost tastes too good to let go of… But soon the taste of alcohol begins to join in, creeping up the back of your throat- and you know you have to wash it out before it's too late. 

He’s still only unbuttoned, waiting for you. You are in awe of his beauty, in awe of this talent he has to leave you speechless… You can clearly see the outline of his hard cock, begging to be freed from his pants. He runs his hands over the front of his jeans; twitching with excitement. 

The night is still flashing back to you, slowly. You’re not too hungover to remember, but it’s almost like your brain knows that if you saw it all at once, you’d combust. You spit the foam of the toothpaste into the running sink. The burn of last night’s alcohol sits on the brim of making an entrance, but you won’t let it. You didn’t want it to be your first morning after him to be this rough, but at least he wasn’t here to witness it all.

Your absence of words means he will not move further- unless you permit him. He walks over to you, lifting his hand to hold your chin in his palm. He steers you to look upwards at him. You gaze up at him. His soft brown eyes gazing back at you. The eyes you’ve looked at so many times, hoping they would look at you like this. Deep with lust, crazed with some primal need to taste us. I still can’t believe he wants this- he wants… you. 

Your zombie-like body glides through the apartment in search of the Tylenol bottle that still hasn’t found its permanent home. You find it at the bottom of your purse, remembering that you packed it there for this specific reason. You twist the medicine bottle open and shake out two oblong pills. You place the bottle back in your purse, grab a rogue half-filled water cup from the counter, and swallow the pills back. 

He brings his face closer to yours. Squeezing his hands around your jaw. 

“Are you sure you want this?” he asks. 

You nod your head slowly, showing him your approval. By now the tension is so thick. His lips are so close. I lean forward towards him, but he dodges your attempt. His lips move towards your ear, his hand moving up to hold the underside of your head, caressing it gently. You can feel all the hairs on your body stand up as his cheek touches yours- as skin meets with skin. 

He whispers, “I need you to say the words.” 

You let out a quiet whimper- melting like putty into his hands.  “Jake, please fuck me.”

All that movement already has you wiped and you have no choice but to settle down at the kitchen table. Your head slowly moves towards the aged wooden table, but your arms cross in front of you to catch your forehead before you hit it. You nestle into your arms, resting the side of your face across your bicep. You try to remember how it all even happened. Where did it even start? 

It’s your night off, but on Wednesday nights you still choose to go in. You usually get free drinks, especially if Jake is working. In fact, he’d probably shoot tequila with you once the manager heads into the back office. But as you walk in there, you don’t see him at the bar; it's your friend Mariella bartending. Granted if you were actually going in for free drinks Mariella would also probably give you them, but you know it wasn’t about the drinking at all. 

Ever since Jake started another job you started to see him less and less. You try to not let it bother you, but having a work crush is what makes work exciting. Trying to catch smiling glances with each other, sometimes working the bar together on a busy Saturday night and having to slide past one another… Like that one time, you thought maybe more than just his legs brushed over your ass. You really couldn’t tell if he thought of you though, he had a perplexing silence to him. Bartenders can be like that though, brooding, mysterious, only showing their fun sides to get better tips. 

On a night like this, you’d sit at the end of the bar and enjoy the live music that filled the bar. You decide you will continue this weekly ritual and you walk over to Mariella. She’s wiping down the bar with a wet rag, swiping up some sticky mess left behind by the previous patrons. She dumps the rag out of sight and turns to see you smiling at her. 

“Hi dear,” you say to her. 

She chuckles at you, “Hello dearest,” she says, “I’m guessing you didn’t come in looking for me, huh?”

You pout your lip and reach out for her hand. “Of course not, but you’re just as pleasant to see.”

She crosses her arms and scoffs at you. 

“What do you want?” 

“Whatever you can give to me,” You say, “without getting in trouble.”

She thinks about that for a moment, then turns to start making you a drink. You turn your back to her, resting your arms on the edge of the wooden bar. The bar isn’t as full as it is on a Saturday, but there's a steady crowd forming. Some boys take the stage and start assembling. Mics connect to stands, drumsticks are being pulled out of bags, but you can tell they’re not ready yet. You turn back to watch Mariella. 

She's just about finished, eyeing the other customers who start to crowd her. She grabs the icy glass and puts it down in front of you, not saying a word, not even looking. You eye the light amber drink, trying to guess what it is. You take a sip from the straw. Whiskey sour. Nice. 

You watch Mariella assemble drinks and pass them off to their new owners; her speed is impressive. You're so lost in her service, that you don’t notice the band behind you starting their set. 

Jake… On guitar? This must have been the other ‘job’ he started. You turn to look, slowly, trying not to make yourself noticeable. There he was, beginning to lightly strum the guitar. His hair sitting on his shoulders, a loose button-up- that hasn’t been buttoned on the top four buttons, dark wash jeans clutching onto his legs, and these chelsea boots that he pulled off more than you wanted to give him credit for. There he was. Playing the fucking guitar, and then looking at you. 

Shit. You fell asleep again at the kitchen table. A jolt goes through your body. Your shift! You run searching for your phone. It’s on the living room couch, lighting up at you. 12:15 PM. Shit. The hangover still buzzes through your head and body, but somehow you manage to grab everything and your purse and head out the door. 

The mustyness of the hallway stings your nose and you try to hold back your gagging. The front door is opened by a neighbor and you rush out past them, apologizing for your rudeness. You shuffle to your car, except it isn’t in the parking lot… Oh… Yeah.

The set is ending, the crowd is starting to die down, and you can see how tired the entire band is getting. Jake’s forehead glimmers with sweat as he finishes the last few chords of the song. He’s so fucking good. Like really fucking good. The drums come to a slow, heartbeat-like, crash. The lead singer addresses the crowd and the band waves goodnight. 

You become aware of your staring problem, and move down to the end of the bar, hiding in the corner, scared of what conversation may occur. He saw you staring at him, eyeing his body, glazing over his sexy… Wishing you could finish unbuttoning his shirt, and relieve him of those tightly fitting jeans. He was truly too fucking much. You hide your head in your second whiskey sour, quickly sipping, leaving only the last bit of watered-down ice & whiskey. You look around at the bar- anywhere but the stage. 

You’re completely zoning out, tapping your fingers against the sticky bar, when you feel a presence walk up behind you. You can feel the nerves coming through, your heartbeat pounding in your chest… You have to remind yourself to breathe. 

His arm reaches past you for your drink. He takes the straw, throws it on the bar and shoots back the remainder of your watered-down cocktail. He puts the glass back down in front of you and occupies the stool next to yours. He doesn’t turn to look at you but instead waves to Mariella, and puts up two fingers. She understands his gestures and begins making the drinks. Your heart is racing faster now. You sit there frozen, trying to calm yourself. You don’t even know if he’s interested in you. But all you can think about is pressing your face up against his, violating his mouth with yours, sitting on his lap, and feeling his cock pressed up against your pussy... Enough. 

Your Uber pulls through the bar’s parking lot, which is in desperate need of paving. The car bounces up and down the potholes until you reach the employee parking in the back. The rollercoaster of the parking lot puts you at risk of letting that alcohol finally release itself from your throat. You swallow. Hard. 

You thank the driver, holding back anything else other than words trying to come out, grab your purse, and head into the back door. Immediately after you close the steel door, your manager Chris is there yapping your ear off. You start to prepare with your apron and supplies, half-listening to his scolding.

“You had the audacity to come in here last night, and drink nearly half a bottle of whiskey…” Tuning him out has become easy, but his shrieks test your already weak limits, “... You show up 45 minutes late! Now you're going to have to share your tips with Jake.”

You stop in your tracks and turn to him, “...What?”

“Are you even fuckin’ listening?” You can see his expression grow with frustration, “You weren’t here to open, I called Jake and he started you off by taking orders at the bar. Go take over the dining for him- and share your fucking tips with him!”

Fuck. 

You're on your third round, while Jake is mending to his first. It's no longer the alcohol making you feel buzzed, it's him. He's smiling and laughing, telling you how happy he was that he could play good music for the bar- half sarcastic and half serious. You're loosening up,  laughing with him, playing around and trying to give him your best doe eyes. Your legs are turned to face him, crossed, trying to hold in the slick that's starting between your thighs. Your leg brushes his slightly, tempted to creep further. 

“Did you like the set?” He asks. 

“Hell yeah!” Why did you say that?

“I thought you might not be able to hear the music through your laser focus on my dick,” he states. You stop. What did he say? I’m perplexed by his question. Did you imagine this? Should you have passed on this third round? “C’mon, you didn’t think you were being subtle did you?” 

You're trying to form words, but you keep stuttering and stumbling through the words. Your thoughts are spinning like a Rolodex trying to find the right response. You eventually land on, “I was just surprised to see you out of your usual jeans and work shirt… and in those boots!” 

“Sure…” He laughs and pats your leg, “It was nice to see a familiar face in the crowd,”

He turns to smirk at you. His lips are full. Slick with the whiskey sour. They’re curled up to the left side of his face. He starts to blush and you notice your once again staring for too long. He turns to look out to the crowd. You break your gaze for a moment to look at your drink, only to slowly glance back at him, craning your neck slightly. 

His profile is fucking stunning. His eyes are deep, and he has this tired yet excited look in his eye. He has this gorgeous round face that still somehow has sharp accentuated features. He’s still wearing that half smile and pretending not to notice you peering at him. You’re so close to him now, smelling the distinct smell of sweat and cologne.  What is that smell? Sandalwood? Vanilla? It doesn't matter. At least you're close enough to him to even be breathing him in. 

You stop and realize his hand still hasn’t left your leg. The pat has turned into a hold right above the knee. This has to mean something. Your legs are still crossed, holding in what so desperately wants to be released. You look back at him, trying your best to look calm and not completely hopeless. His hair is loose from the usual low bun he sports behind the bar. You can’t believe how long it is. Some of the loose strands of hair are still stuck to his glossy forehead. You give in to impulse and swipe the clung pieces from the sweat. Your hand grazing the edges of his face, tucking the hair with the rest. 

Your adventurous hand wants to linger. You are definitely overstepping and begin to pull away. He turns to face you, his face falling into your palm. You can't help but smile softly. You can see him entirely now, his eyes, his stupid perfect nose with its petite ring, the hair that frames his face perfectly, those thick eyebrows… ugh. You pull your hand away, but his hand meets yours on its return to your lap. Holding it gently, melting you into the wooden stool. 

“Hi sunshine,” he says to you in an entirely different voice than before. It's sultry, velvety… sexy. 

“Hi,” You reply, feeling a rush of shyness wash over you, still unsure what the fuck is even happening. 

There is no real lunch rush at this bar. Fleet’s has been around for quite some time and the appeal of it has faded away almost completely. Anyone who shows up before 6 has been coming here for the past 30 years and are by far the easiest customers I could have. They tip well for people who seemingly don’t work on a Thursday, and don’t bother you except for a drink every 20 minutes. 

Jake and you don't communicate during the first half of this shift, except for the glances we keep giving each other when you pick up orders at the end of the bar. You don’t know what to say to him. You don’t want to come across as desperate to him. You don’t even know what last night means. “You know we shouldn’t do this” keeps echoing in your brain. Why shouldn’t we have?

Maybe today is an example of why we shouldn’t have. 

Somehow you’ve ended up in his car. Maybe he finds your awkwardness charming. Or maybe he knows 3 whiskey sours is enough whiskey sours that you shouldn’t be driving yourself home. 

The car is an old convertible that has clearly been on its last ride for years. You’re still feeling unsure from the interaction only moments before. You want to be close to him, but you’re still fighting that desperation that's looming deep in you. 

His hair is cascading behind him, moving in unison with the wind. It's fucking magical. No strands are falling into his face, it's all just flowing in one swift sweep behind him. Classical rock is playing through the radio, echoing into the backstreets that lead to your apartment. Although he’s right it's really hard to focus on the music when all you can think about is a bulge sitting in his lap. 

He turns to smile at you; a slight grin of enjoyment. He switches his hands on the leather steering wheel, so he can reach over to touch you.  He reaches his hand over the center console and grabs your inner thigh. Oh my god, he wants you too. He slowly takes his calloused hands up and down your thigh. Fuck. How does he know that's your favorite? 

You haven’t spoken a word in the ride other than giving him your address. You want to say more, but you don’t want to spoil the moment and say something stupid again. He senses your shyness, and your apprehension, and cuts the tension in the air. 

“If you’re wondering if I’m into you,” he says, letting the words hang in the air for a moment, “Of course I fucking am.” 

Your heart is practically bursting through your chest. You get lost in the words again, but somehow manage some bratty response, “Of course you are,” you reply. 

He gawks at you, sarcastically, knowing you're trying to be funny with him. You smile and bury your face into your shoulder. You’ve never been this shy with men before, in fact, you’ve always led the flirting and seduction. But here you are now, letting him take control of you like you're already his. You don’t mind though; you enjoy this chase. 

You push the door of the back hallway open and keep your head down. Only three tables are occupied on the dining side, you walk over to them to inform them you would be taking over for Jake. 

You finish introducing yourself to the third table and finally turn your head to the bar. Jake’s doing inventory on the bar, his usual regular sitting in the corner seat, reading the paper. He turns away from the bottles to write something down and looks up at you. Eyes eager, but full of confusion. 

You’re half drunk fumbling with the keys trying to fit the metal into the lock. He hasn’t revealed too much of his excitement yet. He hasn’t even kissed you yet. But you can feel a look of admiration happening behind you. You finally get the key in and unlock the door to the silent apartment. It’s a completely different vibe than the bar. Silent. Intimate. You walk in and awkwardly place your hands in your pocket and spin to see his reaction. 

“Home sweet home!” You say, hands still in their awkward pocket position behind you. 

You fight off the embarrassment of it not being completely spotless the first time he sees it. He closes the door behind him and slowly moves towards you. “Why is it exactly how I imagined it would be?” 

You giggle. “I don’t know, I guess my personality picked all my decor,”

He smiles looking around the kitchen and peering into the living room. He’s still moving closer to you as you stand there, waiting for his next move. 

“Do you have anything to drink?” He asks, “Not a good host so far, you haven’t offered me anything,” He's playing with you. 

Flustered, you release your hands from your pockets and walk over to the silver bar cart that sits between the kitchen and the living room. You reach your hands towards the cart, “Pick your poison, sir,”

“Ooh sir,” he purrs, “I like that.”

The heat of the moment is slowly writhing through you, warming your face, and... As much as you don’t want to admit it yet, pussy. He comes over to stand next to you. He places his arm over the small of your back. You try to choke down that distraught moan that wants to escape your lips. He takes his other hand to tilt and move around the bottles, inspecting the labels before deciding on whiskey.

“More?” You ask. 

“Sunshine, there's never too much whiskey,” he replies in that velvet tone again. 

He removes his hand from your waist. You go to reach for a glass, but before you can, you see he’s already taken the liberty of suckling straight from the bottle. He lets out a cool ahh. 

“You want some?” He asks, even though it's yours and of course you want it. You nod in response. “Open”

Confused, you half open your mouth, expecting him to pour some in, but he doesn't. He takes another swig himself and pushes himself up against you. He releases the amber liquid into your mouth, warm from its hold. He’s so fucking… Ooh shit, that burns. The whiskey falls back down into your belly. You swallow and he is pleased with himself. Some of the whiskey is dribbled around your mouth, and he takes the lead in removing it. 

He caresses your face, moving the alcohol away from your lips. You’re on the brink of release. Jumping off into the deep end. He pushes himself closer to your hips. And you can feel him. His cock slowly grinds further and further towards you. You're practically ready for him to take you right there. He puts the bottle back on the cart and turns his full attention to you. The eye contact is intense and full of excited uncertainty. He moves his hand up your back to cradle your neck. Neither of us can wait one more second. 

Around three the bar starts to lose some of the action. The lack of the customers draws you to continue staring at him more and more. Why do you have this obscene staring problem? You want him to be thinking of you just as much as you are of him, but you seriously doubt it. 

You finish cleaning up the tables in the dining room and sit down to restock the salt and pepper shakers, turning yourself away from him. You make it halfway through the side work before you feel it again. His presence hovering over you. It takes all of your might not to turn and look into those brown eyes again. But you want to, you really really want to see him again. All of him. 

His hand pulls you into his face and you become one. Lips touching so softly, unready for the ferality that was about to occur. He pulls you further into him. His tongue beckons for yours and you allow the dance. Faces smashing together, exploring each other's lips. You can taste the whiskey on him, and for some reason, it tastes so much better in his mouth than yours. He walks both of you slowly, and pushes up against the wall. 

You relinquish your self-control and submit to him, reaching up to explore the rest of his body. Hands combing through hair, moving up and down his back, feeling the muscles and unexplored areas. His hand moves down to your ass, groping it gently at first but getting more ferocious with each passing moment. 

You’re drinking him up, getting lost in whose body is whose. His wet warm kisses are leaving you desperate, wanting it all. While still kissing you, he leans down to grab under your knees and lift you, your legs wrapped around his torso. He's caressing your ass, and gently tugging at the scalp of your hair. Fuck this is everything you’ve been wanting for the months you’ve been working together. All that pent-up desire is finally happening right in front of you. He walks you a few steps to the couch and sits; leaving you in his lap. 

His cock is desperate to meet your pussy, you can feel it practically bursting through his jeans. But you know he won’t let you have that just yet. He’s no longer being gentle with you, it’s him leading, and you’re doing everything he wants. His cock feels huge under you, and he can sense your excitement for it. Jake grabs your hips and steers you up and down his cock. You didn’t realize before but you're both moaning. Not quiet whimpers, but pornographic hums between breaths. He shifts your body below him, swiftly taking dominance over you. The way he moves you so effortlessly is fucking hot. 

You can feel his cock now, it's pressing between your legs, and you're practically purring for it. He lifts his arm and gifts your neck with his hands. You pull away. 

He looks at you, perplexed. 

It’s not that you didn’t like it, you just maybe didn’t expect it. You’ve never done that before. And just as it all started- it stops. He pulls his hand away and his dominance is shoved back down. He stands up and slowly steps away from you. Brushes through his hair, pushing it back out of his face… He’s coming into some form of clarity.  

“Wait!” You call out to him, “Come back,” urging him to stay in the moment with you. 

He inches a step closer to you and places his hand on your shoulder. He says your name. You choose to continue playing the silent game. Are you angry at him? Maybe. That feeling of insecurity has been bubbling in you all day, but you have tried to ignore it. Why didn’t he stay? Why didn’t he say anything before he left? 

“Alright, whatever petty shit this is- it isn’t happening,” he says, intensely this time. He grabs your arm and pulls you from your chair, forcing you to turn to face him. His strength and dominance stuns you. He has this juxtaposed look of sincerity and seriousness to him. He’s hard to read in this state. “Great now that I have your attention, we have to talk.”

He turns to look back at you. His eyes are bare of emotion. 

“I’m sorry,” you say, “I just haven’t been… you know... choked… before… ” your voice trails off. 

“Oh,” He says, turning himself fully to you. Is there a hint of embarrassment in his voice?

“Please, I…” You hesitate, nervous to reveal too much. 

“Please what?” He's smirking again. Still standing looking across to you. 

The shyness comes back to you, you feel unsure of being this vulnerable with him, “I just have been thinking about this for a while,”

He looks down at his still-hard cock and rubs it softly, “Yeah me too…” The tension is building again, but you’re back to square one. 

“I think we should…” Fuck! Say it! Stop sounding so unsure. 

“You know we shouldn’t do this,” he says, while unbuttoning his pants. He wants it too. Maybe just as much as you did. 

Your judgment was far too clouded, the steps had already started- the act already unfolding. And you sat there silent, unsure of why this would be a bad idea at all. 

He’s still only unbuttoned, waiting for you. You are in complete awe of his beauty, in awe of this talent he has to leave you speechless… You can see the outline of his hard cock, begging to be freed from his pants. He runs his hands over the front of his jeans; twitching with excitement. 

Your absence of words means he will not move further- unless you permit him. He walks back over to you, lifting his hand to hold your chin in his palm. He steers you to look upwards at him. You gaze up at him. His soft brown eyes gaze back at you. The eyes you’ve looked at so many times, hoping they would look at you like this. Deep with lust, crazed with some primal need to taste us. You still can’t believe he wants this- he wants… you. 

He brings his face closer to yours. Squeezing his hands around your jaw. 

“Are you sure you want this?” he asks. 

You nod your head slowly, showing him your approval. By now the tension is so thick. His lips are so close. I lean forward towards him, but he dodges your attempt. His lips move towards your ear, his hand moving up to hold the underside of your head, caressing it gently. You can feel all the hairs on your body stand up as his cheek touches yours- as skin meets with skin. 

He whispers, “I need you to say the words.” 

You let out a quiet whimper- melting like putty into his hands.  “Jake, please fuck me.”

“That's my girl,” 

Everything had resumed right at the pace where it left off. He leans back over you, continuing to kiss you. He grabs your outer thigh and pulls you closer into him. The primal need for him is growing inside, just like the wetness inside of your pants. He reaches his hand up your shirt to find your bra, reaching under the wire and firmly grasping your breast. Just this simple act of touching is sending you into the deep end.

“I have to see these,” he says playing with you, “You won’t believe how many shifts I spent trying to guess what they look like,”

He lifts you to remove your shirt. Everything moving faster now. With one swipe of his hand, your bra detaches and falls from your body. He reveals your nude torso and a fire lights in his eyes. 

“Fuck.” Now the desperation is on his end. His dreams are coming true. “They’re even better…”

You giggle at his admiration for your tits. His hand moves up to caress your breast, moving his fingers to the bud of your nipple. He brushes over it, back and forth, hardening it between under his thumb. You sigh a moan. He can’t tease either of you for much longer and takes the initiative, putting your breast into your mouth. Swiping his tongue over your already sensitive nipple. 

“Mmmm Jake,” You moan to him.  

He’s moaning too, excited to have you in his mouth. He releases your breast and starts kissing up your chest back to your mouth. The kissing is getting sloppier, no one is focused on precision or neatness anymore. You return the favor of pleasure by reaching into his unbuttoned pants. You run your hands over his tight boxer briefs. His cock is huge. Thick. Jumping at your touch. He moans loudly through breaths. You want to feel him, you want to touch his skin. No, no, it's not just want; it's need. You reach into his pants to grab his bare cock. 

He stops in his tracks and lifts his head to meet your eyes. He evidently wasn’t expecting you to be so forward. 

He lets out a small chuckle through his labored moans. “You little whore, you can’t wait could you?”

The name. Another thing you weren’t used to, but you liked it. The name drips through your ears, sending goosebumps down your spine. You wanted to be his whore. You liked being that. 

He’s starting to move back down to your neglected breast, which inevitably pushes his cock out of your reach. He caresses the nipple in swirling patterns. He hasn’t even reached where you want him most, but still he manages to send shock waves through your body. No man has ever made you feel this way.

 He’s not attached to your breast for long, he has a plan. He moves down your torso, kissing the path between your breasts, down your torso, pushing himself backward, down to your…

“Not yet,” He says, breaking himself from his path, “Be patient.”

He kisses the band above your jeans. Oh, please take them off. You’re so ready. You’ve been soaked for nearly the entire night. You look down at him, admiring the beauty and his devotion of care. You help sweep the hair out of his face, mostly to tell him it's okay to keep going, but also so you can get a better look. He unbuttons your pants and looks back up at you, satisfied with the choices he's making. The anticipation is killing you. He yanks at your jeans, pulling them off in 3 swift pulls. You are thankful you chose to wear that sexy black thong, it's almost like you knew he’d be the one taking them off of you tonight. 

“Oh baby, these are almost too good to take off,” He says, playing with you, “My little slut was ready for me huh?” 

You whimper in excitement. He knows he has you at his will. He runs his hands across your abdomen, gently caressing you, dancing across your needing clit. He chooses not to take off the underwear just yet. Instead, he's kissing the areas around it, your thighs, pubic bone, and then planting one final kiss on your aching pussy. He stops to admire your body, you can see the lust in his eyes. 

“Mmm” he moans, “I need to know what you taste like,”

He places his thumb directly over your clit, circling it, soft with his touch, but you want him to continue further. 

“Do you want me to eat you out?” He asks. 

You nod, at a loss for words again. 

“I need you to say it,” 

“Yes.” You respond, half conscious in a daze of nervousness and arousal.

He smirks at you. You know that teasing look already, “You don’t sound like you really want it,” he jokes, “Beg for me, baby.”

“Please Jake,” It's not hard for you to find the desperation, “Please sir, please… please”

Your groveling is enough for him to start. He pulls your thong to the side and dives into your cunt. He's exploring you with his tongue, eager to lick every inch of you. You let out a wild gasping moan. He’s better than you’d imagined. 

“Fuck baby… you’re so fucking wet,” 

“I’ve been wet… Thinking about you all night,” you choke out between gasps. 

He starts lapping at your clit and moaning wild animalistic noises. If anyone else were listening you’d both be ashamed of the noises you're making. He’s taking you in, practically hungry for your pussy. He looks amazing while doing it too, the determination and precision he has to make you feel fucking amazing. 

Before you even realize what's happening, he has his middle digit sliding into you, curling up, grazing your g-spot. “Oh fuck.. Oh… Jake,” You’re in agony. You know now that what they say about guitar players is true. He makes you feel so good. You’re getting so close already. 

“You better come for me,” 

Your breaths are heaving, inching towards orgasm. The moans signal to him that he's reached the perfect rhythm. You reach up again to pull the hair out of his face, allowing you to see how gorgeous he looks pleasuring you. His fingers and tongue swirling and stroking your pussy. He inserts another finger and you can barely hang on anymore. You whine with him, “Yes…” He's stroking all of the sensitive spots, pulling you closer to finishing. 

“Come for me baby,” he says, while increasing his speed. Tonight you have become his instrument, and he intends on playing with you. “I’m not asking you, I’m telling you.”

His dominance is a new side that you are excited to explore. He’s comforting you with his control. His hair becomes entwined further in your fingers, being pulled by your tight fist. He doesn’t seem to mind, he knows that means he’s pushing you. A few more swift strokes of him and your unraveling. Releasing yourself into his fingers. The walls of your pussy tightly squeezing onto his fingers. You let out an exhausted moan. 

He reaches his tongue down to taste you. 

“Oh fuck,” he says, barely inches from your cunt, “I wish I could’ve tasted this sooner…”

You're still twitching with the overstimulation he caused your body. Your clit pulsing between your legs. But he wasn’t done pushing you yet. He continues to explore you with your tongue. Your legs are shaking so hard with each move he makes. It’s almost too much to handle. 

You whine, “Please Jake.. Sir, please…” 

His last move is his most devious. He puts his tongue at the bottom of your cunt and slowly licks forward to your clit. He looks directly into your eyes as he makes his last flick over your clit. He laughs softly, obviously pleased with how he’s already sent you so far. 

You look up to find him already undressing himself, his shirt is off, revealing his soft, slender figure. He’s so tan, and has this slight muscular build… Absolute perfection. You move your eyes down his body to see his cock in his hand. Wrapping his hands around himself. Wow. It's finally been revealed from his pants and it looks even better than it felt when you were grinding on him. He’s already wet with precum, sliding his hands up and down his shaft.  He sputters out a stream of spit to lubricate himself. Fuck that was so smooth. He licks your come off of his lips. His mouth is slightly agape, admiring your body through heavy eyes. 

“Wow,” Is the only word that you can mutter. You’re shocked at how vulnerable he’s made you. You’ve already been in his grasp all night, but feeling him for real was just too satisfying; and this was just the start. 

“You like it?” He asks, obviously proud of his body. 

You lean forward to take it from him. It's glistened with his spit, and you want to taste it. You slide your hand up and down the shaft, and can see his muscles tightening in response. “It's fucking gorgeous.”

“Do you want to suck it for me?” He asks you as if you weren’t already heading there. He’s whining, practically begging for his turn like you begged for yours, “You want my cock in your mouth? Huh?... Does my little whore want me to fill her mouth?”

You look up at him. His dominance is intoxicating. “Yes,” you respond.

“Take it like a good girl, okay?”

He grabs the nape of your neck and pulls your face to him. He envelopes your mouth. Holding back a gag and taking him as far as you can. He’s too big to fit entirely, so you use your hand at the base of the shaft to cover what can’t be swallowed. Using your hand as a guide; sliding up and down. 

“Fuck-” You can feel him tensing in your mouth. His cock is jumping inside you, excited to be here. “Yeah… Keep doing that.” 

You're happy it's your turn to show him how good you can make him feel. At first, you try to hold back the gagging noises that are coming out, but he keeps pushing your head further, signaling he wants to hear them. The noises are truly pornographic and quite honestly might turn you on as much as it turns him on. You find your rhythm and start to move faster, taking him in as he guides your head around him. You place your hand on him to brace yourself as you take him in. You can practically feel the vibrations of his moans echo through. 

“You’re too good at this,” he whispers, “You’re gonna make me come already.”

He balls your hair into his hands and pulls you away. Now only a stream of spit connects your mouth to his cock. 

“You’ve been such a good girl for me,” He lowers himself so he can look down on you, “Do you think you deserve my cock now?”

You already know the right words to say, “Yes sir,”

His hand is on your lower back, something that would have seemed sweet the night before, but now he’s practically pushing you into the hallway. He’s moving you toward the back office. It's empty so your manager must have stepped out for his usual 30-minute smoke break in the parking lot. You stand in the doorway, blocking the situation from moving forward. Plus, there's barely any room in there amongst the invoices and your manager's shit. 

He gives you one last shove into the office and you turn to face him, offended by his man-handling, crossing your arms to show your distaste. 

“What?!” You say in an aggressive tone.

“What, me?” He asks, matching your aggression

“I have work to do out there!”

“C’mon really? Filling salt & pepper shakers?”

“...Yes.” 

 “What's going on out there? Why are you being weird?!” 

You throw your hands up in the air. His question snaps you into reality and your insecurities are coming to light. The hangover that you thought was lost is trying to resurface in your anxiety. “I don’t know.” 

He drops his head, repeating your name in a slow painful voice. “What?! Did I do something?” 

You pause. Did he not think of anything this morning when he left? Were you making a big deal of waking up alone? You decide to continue with the pettiness. “You did absolutely nothing,” which in your mind is true. He didn’t do the things you thought he should have done. Like maybe say goodbye or explain his absence. 

“Nothing doesn’t mean nothing,” 

Your frustration is growing, “What is even going on?” You reach your hands out to gesture “... What is this?”

He scoffs at you and laughs. “I knew we shouldn’t have done anything,” he turns to open the door.

He's pleased that you’ve learned his new name so easily. God he looks so good from this angle.

“It will be all yours baby,” he says, pulling your hair along with the rest of you further back. He moves his face to your neck, gently marking his lips on you, “On one condition.”

A condition? What does that even mean? 

“Since you're new to what I like,” he says between planting sloppy kisses, moving closer to your ear, “We’re going to use safe words, okay?” Safe words. Like that BDSM stuff? “Nothing to worry about, but I don’t want to scare either of us anymore, okay?”

You nod in response

He moves his hands up your body now, tracing your skin with his fingers, “Just like a stoplight, okay baby?” You think you know what he means, but he still explains it to you, “Red means stop, yellow means you want to slow down or you want time, and green…”

Oh you know what green means, “Green means you really fucking want it.” 

He pulls back slowly to smile at you, “Good girl,” the praise is fucking killing you, “I’m going to fucking rail you now, okay?”

You are drenched with excitement. He reaches under you and across your back, using his strength to flip you onto your stomach. His hand now across your midsection. You can hear him starting to play with himself again. He reaches back up to your neck.

“Green?” 

“Fucking green,” you reply, excited to start this journey with him. 

He grabs the sides of your neck, and pulls you into him. The tip of his cock breaches you. Fuck. 

“Fuck…” He moans. 

He starts slow rhythmic movements, not allowing you to feel him in full yet. He uses his spare hand to smack your ass. Hard. He’s dangerous, and you like it. He reaches over your ass to grab your hip, his fingers holding tightly onto you. In one quick thrust he presents all of himself to your tight pussy. Fuck. You were unprepared for him. His cock pressing itself into your cervix. It’s twitching inside you, and you know he likes what he feels. 

“Does my little slut like feeling all of me?” 

Oh yes she does. But you are again at a loss of words. His mounting is emptying your brain with each pump of his cock. You wildly moan, voicing your excitement the best you can. 

He leans down next to your ear, “Words baby, I wanna hear you,” He slows his movements, “I want to hear how much my slut likes my cock. I want to hear you when I fuck you,”

He stops moving entirely, waiting for your response, “I fucking love your cock sir.”

“Good girl.”

He resumes his thrusting. He releases his hold from your neck so he can use both of his hands to force you closer to him. His hands forming bruising holds on your hips. The noises that your bodies make when they smack together is fucking filthy. Your cunt is tightening around his mass, unable to bear his pounding. He’s pushing you into a realm of pleasure no man has ever been able to bring you to. Any inhibitions that were holding you together are being released. Months worth of sexual tension coming to fruition

He reaches his arm back under you to find your clit. You’ve lubricated it quite nicely, thanks to his help. You know what he's gearing up for. He’s just barely grazing the surface, giving you nothing but everything all at once. 

“Beg for it,” he demands. One hard slap raps across your ass.

You’re not even sure how you would be able to function if he made you come again. Scared and excited you reply, “Please,” He’s railing you harder now, and you can’t help but let out a yelp, “Oh please Jake- sir… Please… I want to come.”

He uses his free hand to press down on the back of your head, and your face into the cloth couch; bracing himself for a deeper pounding. Garbled moans escape your mouth. His other hand presses into your clit, circling it, coaxing it into release. He makes it too easy. Your pussy reacts, sending him into utter euphoria. Forcing his body to let out soft pleasurable moans. 

“Mmmm I’m not sure if you deserve to come yet…” he says. 

Of course I do. I’ve been so good. “Please, please,” you're groveling now, “I want your cock covered in my come.”

Those words were enough to release you from any doubts he had. He’s grunting your name now, trying to hold himself back from pleasure. “You’re such a good girl for me,” He pulls your hair up towards him, your body moving like a rag doll. “Come all over my cock baby,”

A few more strokes of your clit and you release onto him. The moans you both voice are deep, passionate… fulfilling. You can feel him start to fill you with his warmth. Both of your excitement mixing deep inside you. Your legs are shaking already from the overstimulation, and you can’t stop your body from the twitching. He's still freeing himself, his cock pulsing. He unhands your hair and kisses your neck softly. He slowly glides himself out from your full cunt. Both of you moan with overstimulation and satisfaction.

He turns you over and lays you back down in your original position. Venturing below to the mess that's between your legs. He tastes you softly, trying to be careful of your already exhausted pussy. His tongue feels smooth and refreshing, almost like he's trying to heal the well-worth it damage. 

He removes himself from you and leans forward to meet your mouth. His face is glistening with your- our come. He kisses you, making sure you taste exactly what he just did. He kisses you only for a few moments, leaving you wanting more of this gentle Jake. 

“Don’t forget what we taste like, okay?” He smiles. 

He pulls away from you, and reaches for his boxer briefs. He slips them back and falls backward onto the couch with exhaustion. He gently guides you to his chest, laying you down on him. You’re still in an utter state of shock, unsure how you were deserving of all of this treatment. You try to slow your breathing and cool your body down. You feel fucking amazing. 

“Jake, stop!” you yell to him, scared he might actually leave. His hand is on the knob but he's not turning it.

“Why didn’t you stay?” You finally asked it. 

“I actually may need help getting to bed tonight,” You say, looking up at him, “Can you take me?”

He laughs, you’re undoubtedly stroking his ego, but maybe a walk to the bed means laying in bed… Together. You’re scared he might not want to go. He gently brushes the hair out of your face and holds you in his hand. 

“Of course sunshine,” he replies. 

He's gently guiding you past the hallway and into the bedroom. Any other day you’d be slightly ashamed of the state your room is in, but you’ve already been so vulnerable with him that you forget to care

He turns to you, “You’re mad I didn’t stay?”. 

“Yeah, I just thought that meant that you didn't…”

He steps back over to you and grabs your shoulders gently, almost lovingly, “Whoa whoa, you think because I didn’t stay, that I didn’t absolutely fucking love your pussy?”

He helps lift you into your bed, and turns to head towards the door. 

“You can stay,” You call out to him. Hoping he’ll accept your offer. He turns to you, wearing his classic smirk beneath the loose frayed hairs surrounding his face. You pat the empty spot next to your bed. “I promise my bed will feel so nice after all your hard work,”

He accepts your invite and walks slowly over to the bed. You both giggle. How can this actually all have just happened? The thought of it is utterly ridiculous. 

His vulgar words are melting you, just like they did the previous night. “Well…I said you could stay… And I just thought you would… You know… Stay?” 

“I just didn’t want to overstep, or take it too fast,” He replies, “I didn’t want to do too much too fast… I kinda like the chase of it all.”

He pulls himself into the sheets. Pulling you over towards him, slipping your head underneath his arm, and pulling your waist towards his. He runs his fingers through your hair, and you place your hand on his chest, feeling the faint beats of his heart. You’re closer than you’ve ever been with him. Experiencing a different moment of intimacy. 

He closes his heavy eyes. He worked so hard. He devoted himself to you tonight. You look up at him through your own sleepy eyes. His face is even more beautiful in its resting position, soft and still slightly damp from the act. You reach up to pet his cheek. He reacts to your touch with a smile. 

“Goodnight little slut,” He jokes. 

You tap his cheek with a playful slap. “Oh shut up.”

“Wait, so…” Every thought you had assumed was incorrect. You’re trying to reorganize yourself. “Does that mean?”

“Does that mean that I want to fuck you again?” He squeezes your arms harder, “Yes… But you have to be patient with all of the other stuff, okay?”

You’re embarrassed now of how petty you were acting. He didn’t deserve the cold shoulder, but that doesn’t mean you won't let go of your bratty attitude, “Hmm. I’m not sure if that's worth it…” You laugh letting him know you’re not serious in the slightest. He reaches up your back and holds the nape of your neck. His demeanor is changing into the dominant figure he was previously. 

“Shut up.”

He leans in to kiss you, holding you in his hand firmly. The kiss is absolving both of your behavior, it's a fresh bandaid over a minor cut. You accept his embrace and return your tongue into his mouth. God you could do this forever. 

If you read this far- THANK YOU! :)

Tending Part 2

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“You're not invincible."

Bruce Wayne x Afab!Reader Word Count: 3.9k A/N: Fourth part of my Shadows of Valor series. I'm sorry it's so short it's leading up to the main part I swear

Warnings: none I think

NOT PROOFREAD.

The pulsating bass of the club reverberated through your body as you stepped inside, the atmosphere thick with a haze of smoke and the scent of sweat-drenched bodies. Colored lights swirled around, casting erratic shadows on the walls and creating an intoxicating ambiance that was both thrilling and disorienting. You adjusted your mask, the familiar weight of it settling into place, and took a deep breath.

You spotted Batman lurking in the corner, his imposing figure almost blending into the shadows. You could tell he was assessing the crowd, scanning faces and movements with the intensity of a hawk. You slipped through the throng of people, weaving past revelers who were oblivious to the danger lurking just beneath the surface.

“Remember,” Batman’s voice crackled through your earpiece. “Stay low-key. We’re here for intel, not a dance-off.”

“Of course, Mr. Subtlety. I’ll keep my moves to a minimum.” You looked at a nearby group of dancers, contemplating joining them.

“You do that.” he replied, his tone clipped.

Oh, he’s no fun. “You know, you really should lighten up. We could be out there saving the world, but instead, we’re here in a glorified nightclub.” You managed to dodge a wayward elbow from a nearby patron.

“Just keep your eyes open,” he said, ignoring your attempt at humor.

You rolled your eyes, scanning the room for any sign of Slade or his goons. “Look, I’m a master at blending in. Watch and learn.” You struck a casual pose against the bar, trying to appear nonchalant while your heart raced.

“Right. Just remember, if you see anything suspicious, signal me immediately.”

“Sure thing, Batman. Just don’t take too long to rescue me when I inevitably get in over my head.” You leaned closer to the bar, signaling the bartender for a drink, a little thrill of excitement coursing through you. Perhaps a whiskey would help calm your nerves—or at least loosen you up for the evening ahead. 

After a moment, the bartender slid a glass your way, and you took a sip, savoring the burn. “You know, it’s not every day I get to infiltrate a club with Gotham’s finest. This could be the start of a beautiful partnership.”

“Stay focused,” he reminded you again, his voice a low growl.

“Just trying to make the most of our little field trip, Bat-sy.”

“Just watch your back,” he said, and you could almost hear the eye roll through the comms.

The crowd swayed and pulsed, the music enveloping you like a warm blanket. You moved deeper into the club, trying to blend in as much as possible. The atmosphere was electric, and you could feel the energy crackling in the air.

“Anything?” you whispered into the comms, your tone shifting from playful to serious as you scanned the crowd.

“Not yet. Just keep your distance from the bar,” he warned. “I don’t want you to attract attention.”

“Alright, alright. Just trying to lighten the mood. So, what’s the plan?” You gestured at the crowd, feeling the pulse of the music in your chest. 

“Gather information and stay alert. We need to find out what Slade is planning.”

“Got it. You be the brooding vigilante, and I’ll be the charming distraction.” You took a sip from your drink, savoring the fiery warmth that spread through you.

“Just don’t get caught,” he warned, his voice low and serious.

You playfully tossed a few chips into your mouth, savoring the salty crunch. “Hey, I’m a pro at this. How hard can it be?”

“Famous last words,” he muttered, and you could hear the faintest hint of a smile in his ton

You were about to respond when your gaze caught sight of a familiar figure across the room. Slade’s men were gathered around a table, their laughter booming over the music. You felt a chill run down your spine. There he is, the man of the hour.

“Bats, I think I’ve spotted Slade’s goons,” you said, your voice dropping to a whisper. “They’re near the back.”

“I see them. Stay put. I’ll move in closer.”

“Copy that. Just make sure to look good while you’re at it.”

You moved toward the back of the club, easing your way through the crowd, your instincts on high alert. As you approached, you could hear snippets of conversation—plans, threats, and the unmistakable scent of danger.

“I heard he’s worth fifty grand,” one of the thugs said, his voice dripping with greed. “We take him out, and it’s easy money.”

“Easy money is never easy,” another replied, shaking his head. “Slade doesn’t mess around.”

Your heart raced. They’re talking about me. You leaned in closer, straining to catch every word, the adrenaline pumping through your veins.

“Let’s just get this over with. I don’t like hanging around here,” one of the thugs grumbled. “Too many eyes.”

You exchanged a glance with Batman, who stood just outside the circle of light, his eyes locked on the group. You could see the tension radiating off him as he prepared to make his move.

“Now’s our chance,” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the music.

“Wait for my signal,” he replied, his tone low and serious. “What are they discussing?”

You nodded, your heart thudding in your chest. You could feel the anticipation buzzing in the air, and you knew this was going to escalate quickly.

“Just the usual banter. They’re talking about how much I’m worth,” you replied, your heart racing. “Fifty grand, apparently.”

“Fifty grand?” he echoed, incredulous. “For what?”

“Apparently, I’m a hot commodity in the underworld.” You shrugged, trying to play it off casually.

“Great. So they’re going to come after you hard,” he said, the seriousness of his tone cutting through your bravado.

“Don’t worry, I’ve handled worse,” you shot back, feeling a surge of confidence. “I’m practically invincible.”

“Just stay sharp,” he warned, but there was a slight edge of amusement in his voice.

Just then, one of Slade’s men turned and spotted you, his eyes narrowing. “Hey! You!” He pointed a finger in your direction, and suddenly, the atmosphere shifted.

“Uh-oh,” you muttered, your instincts kicking in. “Looks like I’ve been made.”

“Get ready,” Batman said, his voice steady as he moved closer.

Before you could respond, the thug charged, fists raised, and you sidestepped, barely avoiding the oncoming blow. The momentum sent him crashing into the bar, and you seized the opportunity to land a quick jab to his gut.

“Not bad for a charming distraction, huh?” you quipped, your adrenaline kicking in.

But as you turned to face the other thugs, more of them were closing in, and the atmosphere shifted from playful to a full-blown brawl. 

“Batman, I could use a little backup here!” you shouted, ducking under a wild swing and countering with a sharp jab to the gut.

“I’m right behind you!” he replied, his voice steady as he joined the fray, a blur of black and gray as he took down one of the goons with a swift kick.

You were in the thick of it, your heart pounding as you fought off attackers, adrenaline coursing through your veins. You caught a glimpse of Batman, his movements fluid and precise as he dispatched thugs with ease.

The club erupted into chaos. Bodies collided, drinks spilled, and the once lively atmosphere turned into a cacophony of shouts and grunts.

“Watch your back!” Batman shouted as he dispatched another goon, but suddenly, you felt a powerful grip on your shoulder.

One of the thugs had managed to grab your arm, yanking you backward and slamming you against the bar counter.

The impact rattled your skull, and for a brief moment, stars danced around your vision. You tried to shake it off, but the world spun, and before you could react, the thug slammed your head down again, the force jarring and disorienting.

The crack of your mask hitting the counter echoed in your ears, and you felt a sharp pain radiate through your head.

In an instant, everything changed. Your voice modulator, which had masked your identity, shattered with the impact, leaving you exposed.

“Come on, get up!” Batman’s voice broke through the haze as he fought his way to you, the chaos around you blurring into a cacophony of noise.

You blinked hard, trying to regain your bearings as you pushed yourself up. But before you could fully recover, you saw Batman standing before you, fists clenched and eyes fierce.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his tone shifting from fight mode to concern.

“Yeah, just peachy,” you replied, trying to sound nonchalant, but your voice came out higher, more... feminine.

A moment of realization hung in the air like a heavy fog. Batman’s eyes widened, the shock evident on his face. “Wait—what?”

You tried to speak again, but the words caught in your throat as the realization hit you. Your voice was no longer masked; it was unmistakably female.

“Who are you?” he demanded, his voice low and filled with disbelief. “You’re not who I thought you were.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” His eyes narrowed, the weight of the question heavy between you.

“I didn’t want you to freak out and leave me to deal with Slade all alone!” you shot back, your frustration bubbling over. “I had already dug myself into a hole!”

“You could have gotten yourself killed!” he exploded, his eyes narrowing as he stepped closer, the intensity of his gaze piercing through the chaos.

“Yeah, well, I’m still here, aren’t I?” You straightened up, trying to appear confident, but the uncertainty lingered in the air.

“Why would you keep this from me?” he asked, his voice low and filled with a mix of anger and confusion, his fists clenched at his sides.

 “Because- I- Well, it’s complicated!” You huffed.

“Did you think I wouldn’t trust you? You’ve been playing me this whole time!” His voice was a harsh whisper, barely contained.

Oh, great, now we’re having trust issues. “Look, I’m sorry. But we can’t afford to get into a shouting match right now. Slade’s thugs are still here!”

As if on cue, the remaining thugs began to regroup, their eyes narrowing as they prepared to charge again.

“We need to go,” Batman said, his voice now a low growl, his anger barely restrained. “Now.”

“Right behind you,” you replied, your heart racing as you prepared for the next wave of attackers.

With that, you both launched into action again, the tension between you thick and palpable. The adrenaline surged through you, pushing aside the confusion and anger that had just erupted.

You ducked and weaved, throwing punches with precision, your movements fluid. Batman was a force beside you, his strength and agility complementing your own.

But even as you fought, you could feel the weight of his anger and disappointment hanging in the air. It was like a storm brewing, and you knew that once the fight was over, you would have to face the consequences.

One by one, the remaining thugs fell, but the lingering tension between you and Batman was thick enough to cut. As the last thug crumpled to the ground, the club fell silent, the once-thrumming music forgotten.

Breathing heavily, you turned to him, your exhilaration quickly fading as you met his intense gaze. “So, that was fun, right?”

He didn’t respond for a moment, his expression a mix of disbelief and anger. “You need to be more careful,” he said, his voice low and steady, but the frustration was palpable.

“I know, I know. But come on, admit it: we make a pretty good team,” you said, trying to lighten the mood, but the words felt hollow.

“Teamwork doesn’t mean recklessness,” he shot back, his voice harsh.

“Look, I had everything under control until that thug slammed my head into the bar!” You were struggling to keep your voice steady, anger bubbling beneath the surface.

“Under control?” He stepped closer, his eyes narrowing. “You could have died, and I would have never known who you really were.”

“I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t want to put you in a position where you’d have to question everything. I thought I could handle it.”

“Clearly, you can’t,” he replied sharply, the anger in his voice cutting deep.

You opened your mouth to retort, but the anger in his eyes silenced you. Instead, you took a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart. “Look, we need to get out of here before more of them show up. We can discuss my identity later.”

He hesitated, clearly still grappling with his emotions. “Fine,” he said finally, his voice clipped. “But this isn’t over.”

You nodded, feeling a mix of relief and apprehension. As you slipped into the shadows, you couldn’t shake the feeling that this was just the beginning of a much larger confrontation.

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The night was still, a stark contrast to the chaos that had just unfolded in the club. You found yourself on a secluded rooftop, the city sprawling out beneath you, bathed in the silvery glow of the moonlight. The distant sounds of Gotham—car horns, sirens, and the muffled bass of the club—faded into the background as you and Batman stood in tense silence.

He faced you, his silhouette imposing against the backdrop of the city skyline, the weight of the night pressing heavily between you. The anger that had flared during the fight simmered just below the surface, and you could feel the storm brewing in his eyes.

“Who are you?” he demanded, his voice low and commanding, echoing the tension of the moment.

You hesitated, the words catching in your throat. “I told you—I can’t show you here.”

“Why not?” His frustration was palpable, his fists clenched at his sides. “You’ve already let me in on your secret. What else could be so dangerous?”

You took a deep breath, the cool night air filling your lungs, grounding you. “Because it’s not safe. Not here. Not now.”

“Then where?” he pressed, stepping closer, his gaze unwavering.

You knew he wouldn’t let this go easily. “There’s a place I know. Somewhere private.”

With a curt nod, he gestured for you to lead the way. The two of you moved swiftly across the rooftop, the sound of your footsteps muffled against the asphalt. You navigated through the shadows, adrenaline still coursing through you from the earlier confrontation.

Finally, you reached an abandoned building, its entrance hidden behind a tangle of ivy and debris. You pushed the door open, the hinges creaking ominously as you stepped inside. The air was stale, and the dim lighting cast eerie shadows against the walls.

“Is this really the best you could find?” Batman asked, his voice tinged with skepticism as he scanned the room.

“It’s the best I could do on short notice. Just… give me a moment,” you replied, trying to steady your racing heart.

You moved deeper into the building, leading him to a small room at the back. It was cluttered with old furniture and dust, but it felt more secure than the chaos outside. You closed the door behind you, the sound echoing in the silence.

“Now, tell me who you are,” he demanded, his tone brokering no argument.

You pulled off your mask, the familiar weight lifting from your face. As the cool air hit your skin, you felt vulnerable but also liberated. You took a moment to collect your thoughts, meeting his intense gaze with determination.

You finally reveal your name, the name hanging in the air like a weight.

“Al Ghul?” He repeated, his expression a mix of confusion and recognition. 

You nodded, bracing yourself for the storm that was sure to follow. “Yes.”

Silence fell between you, the weight of your revelation settling heavily in the room. Batman’s eyes widened slightly, and you could see the gears turning in his mind, the implications of your words unfolding.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, his voice low, almost incredulous.

“Because I’ve been running from that part of my life. I didn’t want to get pulled back into it. Not after what happened with Slade,” you explained, your voice trembling slightly as the memories washed over you.

“Slade Wilson?” he pressed, the name leaving a bitter taste in your mouth.

“Yes. We dated for a time. I thought he cared about me, but I left him abruptly when I learned that Ra’s had found my location. I had to get away.” You paused, the weight of the past pressing down on you. “Slade probably wants revenge by turning me over to Ra’s. He has a bounty on my head because I’m… He had me in an affair.”

Batman’s expression darkened. “What do you mean?”

“Ra’s never wanted me. I was a mistake, a reminder of his failures. He wants me gone because I’m a constant reminder of his past indiscretions,” you said, your voice breaking slightly. “Slade must have found out who I really am, and I don’t know how.”

“Did you tell him after you left him?” Batman asked, his voice low and probing.

“No! I swear! I didn’t tell him,” you insisted, shaking your head, a mix of fear and frustration rising within you. “I thought I could keep it hidden. I thought I could pass as a man and escape my past.”

He stepped closer, his eyes searching yours. “You were in more danger than I thought. You should have trusted me.”

“I didn’t want to put you in a deeper mess! I didn’t want to be a liability!” you shot back, the heat of the moment igniting the tension between you.

“You’re already a liability by not being honest!” he snapped, his frustration boiling over. “You think I can protect you if I don’t even know who I’m dealing with?”

You took a step back, the weight of his words hitting hard. “I was just trying to be cautious! I thought—”

“Cautious?” he interrupted, his voice rising again. “You’ve been running from something far more dangerous than you told me when you asked for my help, and you think you can handle it alone?”

“I can handle myself!” you retorted, feeling the anger bubble up inside you. “I’ve been doing this for years!”

“And how has that worked out for you?” he challenged, his voice sharp. “You’re here, unmasked, in a dangerous city, with a bounty on your head. You’re not invincible,!”

The silence that followed was thick with tension. You could feel the weight of your decisions crashing down on you, the consequences of your choices playing out in the shadows of the room.

“I didn’t want to be a burden to you,” you said quietly, your voice trembling as you fought to keep your emotions in check.

“Then don’t be,” he replied, his tone softening slightly. “But you need to let me help you. You can’t fight this alone. If Slade knows your identity, he’ll use it against you, and against me.”

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart. “I know that now. But I’ve been on the run for so long—every step I take feels like a trap, and I don’t know who I can trust anymore.”

“I’m here,” he said, his voice steady. “You can trust me.”

A moment of silence passed between you, the air thick with unspoken words. You could see the concern etched on his face, the determination in his eyes.

“Slade’s going to come for you. He’ll use everything he knows to get to you, to manipulate you,” Batman said firmly. “We need to prepare for that.”

You nodded, feeling the weight of the truth settle heavily in your chest. “I’ll do whatever it takes. But we have to figure out how to stay one step ahead of him.”

“First, we need to establish a plan. If Ra’s is involved, things are about to get a lot more complicated,” he replied, his voice low and serious.

He stepped closer, his gaze intense. “We need to act fast. If Slade is working with Ra’s, we don’t have much time. We need to find out how much he knows and what his intentions are.”

You felt a shiver run down your spine at the thought of facing Slade again. “What if he tries to use Ra’s against me?”

“He will,” Batman said, his voice resolute. “But we’ll be ready for him. Together.”

“Thank you for trusting me, even after..” you said, your voice softer now.

He nodded, the weight of the moment settling between you. “We’ll get through this. Just remember, no more secrets. Not anymore.”

“Before we move forward,” Batman said, breaking the silence, “there’s something I need to tell you.” His voice was steady, but you could sense an undercurrent of gravity in his words.

“What is it?” you asked, curiosity tinged with apprehension.

He hesitated, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his features. “You’ve shared your secret with me. It’s only fair that I share mine.”

You felt your heart race, the atmosphere thickening with anticipation. “What do you mean?”

He took a deep breath, his eyes narrowing slightly as he seemed to gather his thoughts. “I’m not just Batman. I’m Bruce Wayne.”

The revelation hung in the air between you, a weighty silence enveloping the room. Your mind raced to process what he had just said. Bruce Wayne—the billionaire playboy, the philanthropist, the man who seemed to have it all. The man behind the mask was someone you had never expected.

“Bruce Wayne?” you repeated, disbelief lacing your voice. “You’re serious?”

He nodded, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly as he revealed his truth. “I’ve kept my identity hidden for a long time, just like you. But it’s time we stop hiding from each other.”

The implications of his revelation washed over you like a tidal wave. The man you had fought alongside, the one who had saved your life more than once, was a figure of immense power and privilege. You felt a rush of conflicting emotions—shock, admiration, and a hint of amusement. “So, you can afford to buy us food then? I’m famished.” You grinned, earning the slightest twitch of lips from him.

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The air was thick with tension as Slade Wilson, known to many as Deathstroke, approached the ancient fortress of Ra's al Ghul. The structure loomed ominously against the backdrop of the darkening sky, its stone walls steeped in history and shadow, a testament to the power and influence of the League of Assassins. He had come here with a purpose, and he knew that the man waiting for him inside was not one to be trifled with.

As he crossed the threshold into the fortress, the dim light flickered against the walls, casting long shadows that danced like specters. The sound of his footsteps echoed through the cavernous halls, each step resonating with the weight of his intentions. Slade was a formidable warrior, but he felt the gravity of this meeting pressing down on him. Ra's al Ghul was not just a man; he was a force of nature, a calculating strategist whose ambitions reached far beyond the mortal realm.

Slade’s mind raced as he approached the inner sanctum, where the leader of the League awaited him. He had a plan, a scheme to manipulate the situation to his advantage, but he also knew that Ra’s was a master of manipulation in his own right. The stakes were high, and both men were playing a game where the slightest miscalculation could lead to disastrous consequences.

“Ah, Deathstroke,” Ra’s al Ghul’s voice echoed through the chamber, smooth and measured. He was seated on a throne-like chair, draped in rich fabrics, his piercing green eyes fixed on Slade with an intensity that could cut glass. “I’ve been expecting you.”

“Ra’s,” Slade replied, keeping his tone neutral despite the undercurrents of tension. “There’s been an interesting revelation.”

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[bbyrin]

i could stay right here and burn in it all day

✯ pairing: rin itoshi x fem reader

✯ notes: repost from my main blog @/pussydrunkfyodor!! inspired by this post by @kentoangel that immediately made me think of rin :')

✯ warnings: beach sex, prone bone, risky places (kind of), fingering, creampie, pet names (gorgeous, darling, beautiful)

✯ wc: 1.2k

“Rin, honey, I know what you’re trying to do,” you sighed as he sat next to you on your beach towel, grazing his fingers up and down your back.

He just laughs to himself. “I’m not doing anything at all. Am I not allowed to admire the view?”

The sky was painted with swirls of pink and orange as the sun approached the horizon, appearing to sink into the gleaming, cerulean ocean that lapped at the warm sand. That was the view that Rin should’ve been enjoying, but instead, his eyes were glued to you. You were laid on your stomach, head resting on your arms and eyes closed as you inhaled the salty air and relished in the heat. Since the two of you had stumbled upon the secluded beach cove, you had shed your bikini top to avoid tan lines. Which meant that you were laid out, almost completely naked save for the skimpy bottoms that remained tied in loopy bows at your hips. It was driving Rin fucking crazy.

Rin knew he should’ve been appreciating the surreal beach sunset that looked like a Monet painting come to life, but it was impossible to ignore how his cock ached in his swim shorts. The curve of your ass and how the moist skin of your bare back glistened in the orange glow was infinitely more mesmerizing than any scenic view ever could be.

“Can I put some sunscreen on your back?” he asked, already reaching for the bottle in your tote bag.

“The sun is setting, my love,” you mumbled from where your face was buried in your arms.

“You can never be too safe.”

You only sighed as you heard the click of him popping the cap open, and the wet sound of him rubbing the sunscreen between his hands. You shivered a bit as the cool substance came into contact with your toasty skin, but were quickly warmed by Rin’s palms massaging it into your back. It felt heavenly having Rin’s strong, callused palms firmly but gently digging into your skin, working out all the places you didn’t even know you were tense.

You almost got completely lost in the feeling, letting out little groans of pleasure, until you felt his hand wandering towards your lower back, finally coming to cup your ass.

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he muttered, abandoning your massage to squeeze the soft fat.

“Rin,” you groaned. He was so predictable – but he couldn’t help it! It wasn’t his fault you were so breathtaking the thought of being inside you was always at least somewhere in his mind.

Soon his hand was slipping into your bikini bottoms, and you didn’t stop him as he traced your slit with his fingers. When the feeling disappeared, you thought he had changed his mind, opting instead to just lay with you, but then you heard the unmistakable sound of him spitting onto his fingers. Finding their way back, he was grazing against your slit again before using two digits to spread you open, prodding at your hole with his middle finger. When you didn’t object, only sighed contentedly, Rin slid one inside you. He was surprised to find you already wet enough to slide in all the way to his knuckle, smirking at how little he had to do to turn you on. He slowly dragged it in and out of you, eliciting small whines and groans from your lips.

Rin’s other hand slipped past his own waistband to grip his hardening cock as he added in a second finger inside you, syncing both movements of his hands together. You groaned in time with each other, smiling softly at the pleasure and stretch. But Rin’s self-control was waning. You knew him well, so it didn’t surprise you when your hole was left empty as he climbed on top of you, leaning down to kiss up the warm skin of your back, towards your neck.

“Hi, gorgeous,” Rin whispered as he approached your ear, unconsciously rubbing his trapped hard-on against your ass.

“Hello, Rin,” you giggled, wiggling your hips to give him some friction, making him grunt.

After shoving his waistband down to free himself, lithe fingers pulled your bikini bottoms to the side, touching you once again. The gentle sound of the waves hugging the shore threatened to lull you to sleep, but his cock nestling between your slit, the head nudging your clit woke you right up. Rin rocked his hips slowly between your lips, taking his time to coat his cock in your slick before realigning himself and pushing inside you.

You weren’t afraid to let out a whine that damn ear echoed off the rocky walls that surrounded you, knowing that no one was around to hear it. His thick girth spread your cunt open wide, but the way his knees were braced against your hips kept you from spreading your legs.

Rin leaned down to kiss your neck again, smiling against your skin as his hands slid underneath you to grasp your tits that were pressed against the towel. He whispered sweet praises into your ear and massaged the fat of your chest as he slowly pushed further inside you, coaxing moans out of you until he bottomed out, hips snug against your ass.

“You okay?” he asked, remaining still to allow for you to adjust. When you nodded, he pulled out just slightly before thrusting back into you again. “Fuck, so fucking tight.”

His dark hair obscured his vision as his head fell, overwhelmed by the feeling. He couldn’t imagine a more perfect scenario – his cock buried deep in his lover’s cunt while the setting sun illuminated their secluded beach cove, everything silent save for the sound of sex and the waves.

Building up a rhythm, he fucked into you faster and faster as his cock throbbed, encouraged by the way you clenched tight around him and moaned out his name. He hugged you close to his chest, groaning at how good you felt. “Your pussy is fucking heaven.”

“Rin,” you whimpered, hand gripping the towel tight. The pleasure was overwhelming, each thrust sending shockwaves from your core all the way to the tips of your fingers and toes.

“You like that, baby?�� he smirked as he rutted into you, his cock dragging against your sweet spot over and over. One hand still gripping your breast, he rubbed your hard nipples between his fingers.

“Gon – ah! – gonna cum.”

Your words and whining were bringing him closer and closer to the edge, about to reach his own high. “Cum for me, darling,” he whispers, hand finding your clit and rubbing circles around it as he fucked you.

You did exactly as you were instructed, crying out and gasping as your orgasm washed over you like the salty waves, Rin fucking you through the whole thing. His thrusts became more erratic as he chased his own orgasm, and soon he was cumming with grunts and moans as he released inside you, painting your walls white.

Both breathless, you stayed in the same position before Rin finally gathered the energy to pull out, watching with pride as his plentiful cum and your release dripped out of you, soaking the towel underneath you.

Twilight had finally fallen, enshrouding the two of you in the approaching darkness of the night, though the moon glowed bright. Rin held you in his arms tight, head resting on his chest and smiling.

“I love you, Rinnie,” you mumbled, mind clouded by exhaustion and post-orgasm haze.

“I love you more, beautiful.”

[robo-milky]

Sometimes, you feel like you’re being watched.

The burning gaze of a person unknown, drilling its way into your back, staring into your very soul. It used to make you uneasy, wary, even. Yet you tried your very best not to show it.

Turning around discreetly around every corner, peeking from the corner of your eye. Stealing glances at shadowed nooks and crannies, trying to pinpoint the source of your unease. Remarkably, you’ve never seen anyone, even after all this time.

Not even the smallest glimpse of fabric, or a wayward footprint. Sighing to yourself, you resume your journey. Most stalkers tend to get conceited by now. They think they’re ever so sly, that they let down their guard. They get a little cocky, if to put in it such crude terms.

Unfortunately this stalker seems to be rather skilled in their profession. Despite your annoyance, you find yourself grudgingly admiring the ability of your wonderful little “friend”. Musing to yourself, you hum softly to yourself. A sweet little tune from the depths of your memory. You’ve heard it, somewhere before, but the memory seems determined to evade you.

“À la claire fontaine m'en allant promener

J'ai trouvé l'eau si belle que je m'y suis baignée.”

(As I was walking by the clear fountain,

I found the water so lovely I had to bathe.)

You pause, struggling to remember the next line. Only to hear another voice humming softly along with you. The same sweet little tune in a deep, passionate voice.

“ (refrain) Il y a longtemps que je t'aime, jamais je ne t'oublierai”

((refrain) I've loved you for so long, I will never forget you)

The voice had the richness of fine wine, yet there was something gravelly about it. It intoxicated you, creeping deep into your heart. A siren’s voice, you mused. A wonderful sound that was simply music to your ears.

You could curl up right next to the singer and listen forever, until your body rotted away. It was mesmerising, enchanting… spiriting you away from the present like a prince in a fairy tale.

While you were lost in your thoughts, you felt a warm breath, waft against the nape of your neck. Before a pair of soft lips pressed against it, gentle and tender. A kiss, like one a gentleman would yield towards a fine lady.

A soft chuckle was laughed as your skin flushed pink, before another kiss was pressed into your skin. But like the meek light from a sunset, the sensation was gone all too soon.

A weight pressed into your shoulder. Turning around, you see a flash of blonde, before those soft, gentle lips press against yours, capturing them in a lovely kiss. A greedy one, where he took every last bit of your air from your lungs like some depraved beast.

Yet the feeling… wasn’t totally unpleasant.

In the middle of it all, you catch a raspy whisper, words spoken ever so softly, just for your ears alone.

“Happy Birthday, Cloche dear.”

Anyways happy birthday from the mage of misery🫶 wishing you a great one!!!!

[Cloche’ Birthday Bash]

UWAHHHHHH CERUUUUUUU WHAT IS THIS- CLOCHE SINGING ONLY FOR ROOK TO CONTINUE AT THE RIGHT TIME??? THE PECKS BEFORE THE MAIN EVENT?? AND THE FACT THAT THEY FINALLY KISS ON THE LIPS- I’M GONNA LOSE IT- Oof this feels like watching those really long TV shows and finally getting to watch the will-they-won’t-they couple finally get together 😭😭

Ig it’s canon now that Cloche has French nursery songs drilled into her head from Canadian elementary- they pop in there at the worst times (as someone who was once in a half French immersion school- the war flashbacks are real-) But in all seriousness I just love this detail??? I will never not be salty that we were robbed of Rook singing more

Ofc Rook goes out of his way to tail Cloche instead of going to the party like normal people 😩 What is so special that it just can’t be shown to others??? Show off PDA, cowardly huntsman- assert dominance like an alpha— 👁️👁️ /j

Thank you so much for taking the time out of your day to write this!! This will now forever be my brainrot- Like holy— I can feel this in my soul, hear it, see it-

Schedule’s tight now but one day….

[lomltrentarnold]

❛ alleged girlfriend. (part 2) ❜ — trent alexander-arnold

❪ part one / part two ❫

warnings : childhood best friends to lovers, mutual pining, smau at the end.

hana’s notes : hey y’all!! you don’t have to read the first part to understand this one, it can be read as a stand-alone 😘 got me giggling while writing this fr (i am mentally ill) hope y’all like this <3

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Sneaking out of a party with Trent wasn’t something new. You have been doing it since you were fifteen but you were amazed how it still had the the same rush 10 years later.

Sounds of laughter boomed around the beach as Trent almost lost his balanced and trip for not looking straight up front. He was looking at you, but you didn’t want to dwell to deep on that.

“Watch where you going, T!” you giggled, fingers tightening itself around his, as he almost took you with him to face plant onto the sand.

He chuckled, “Sorry!” pulling your body closer to his, trying to keep steady. His hand instinctively rested on your waist, thumb running over your hip.

And maybe he just wants to be close to you, but you didn’t need to know that.

The party quieted down when you both stepped outside, the music sounded like it was underwater, making the night more peaceful. It was lucky that the party was on a beach house. The smell of salty ocean already hitting your nose.

There were people scattered along the beach, most of them were in groups and some of them you’re assuming were couples.

You suddenly felt awkward walking alone with Trent. But then you immediately stuffed that thought away.

Best friends walk together along the beach, while holding hands and giggling, right?

“What‘s going on in that pretty head of yours?” Trent asked, you were more quieter than usual and he could feel you losing yourself in your thoughts, so he wanted to know what you were thinking.

Your hands were swinging back and forth between you two, the wind kissing your skin, your hair flowing along with it. Trent caught himself staring at you multiple times, but that didn’t mean anything. He was just distracted by your hair movement.

That’s normal for best friends, right?

“Nothin’, I’m just—“ you sighed, shoulders relaxing, “—happy to be here. I missed this.”

I missed you. You wanted to add.

“Ya didn’t miss me?” he smirked, bumping your shoulder’s together.

Damn it, can he read minds?

You lightly scoffed, shaking your head, “Yeah, sure.”

Comfortable silence hangs between you two as continue to walk along the beach. The sound of the waves hitting the shore filled in the atmosphere, it made you feel at home. Finally.

Your eyes wander around the dark night sky, grinning wildly when you spotted twinkling stars and a full moon. “Trent, look! It’s a full moon!” you gushed out excitedly, pulling on Trent’s sleeve, and pointing at the sky. Your gaze never once left the scenery. You have always love the moon, ever since you were kids. It’s nice to know that some things never change. Trent’s gaze was stuck on you. The way you look under the glimmering night sky, made his heart rate speed up.

But, It’s okay to think that your best friend is pretty, right?

Trent couldn’t help himself. He reached in his pocket, taking out his phone and taking a picture of you.

He just thinks it’s a pretty scene and he needs to keep the image forever. That’s normal for best friends, right?

When you heard a camera click off behind you, you snapped your head towards Trent. Noticing the that he was taking a picture of you. “What’re you doing?” you nervously laughed.

“Nothing.” he huffed with warm cheeks, acting like he didn’t just got caught red handed. Before turning off his phone and putting it back in his pocket.

You rolled your eyes, as you slowly stopped in your tracks.

“Ya feet hurt?”

Sometimes you hate how he can read you so well.

You nodded, “Yeah.” a small pout forming on your lips and Trent has to force himself to not stare at it for too long.

“Come ‘ere.”

Trent sit down on top of the sand, pulling you down to sit next to him.

The night flew by, conversation went on as you both talked about your careers, family, friends accomplishments, drama, everything honestly.

Trent looked at you as the conversation died down. Big brown eyes stared into yours, it made your stomach flutter. You sighed, eyes involuntary dropping to his lips. You were hoping that he didn’t notice, but when you saw the slightest smirk curve up on his lips, you think you got caught red handed too.

“Trent?” you softly whispered, afraid to break the comfortable bubble you both were in.

Trent’s raised his eyebrows, encouraging you to continue.

Pausing for a moment, you shyly said, “I really do missed you.” you dropped your head a little. The eye contact was getting a little too intense.

Suddenly you felt Trent’s fingers brushing on your chin, tilting it up, so that you would look at him. “I really missed you too.” he muttered, warm breath hitting your cheeks.

You don’t know who leaned in first, but you reacted to it naturally. Body moving forward as Trent did the same. But just before anything could happen, a voice disturbed you.

“Trent!” Marcel’s yelled — Trent’s younger brother — causing you both to back away.

You think you heard a faint damn it from Trent but you weren’t too sure.

Was he disappointed that he didn’t kiss you? Was he mad that he tried to kiss you? We’re you both really going to kiss?

Marcel’s footsteps drew nearer as he continued to call out for his big brother. “What are you doing out here— oh.” he stopped midway, eyes darting between you and Trent, and the distance of you both. “Sorry, if I interrupted you guys.”

“Yeah, you kind of did—“

“It’s alright, Marcel.” you cut off Trent. Hands moving to hold his in a comforting manner, brushing your fingers across his knuckles. You smiled at the young boy and asked, “Is everything okay?”

He return your smile, “Yeah, I need a ride home and all of my friends are just about wasted.” he winched, looking at you and Trent apologetically.

Trent nodded his head in understanding, “Oh, well then.“ he stood up, pulling you up with him. “Let’s go home.”

You nodded, and moved to stand next to the younger boy, wrapping your hands around his shoulders. “So, what has been going on with you?” you asked, Marcel eyes lit up as he caught you all up with his stories from the walk to the car and the drive home. Not noticing how Trent was looking at the you with the fondest look on his face the whole time.

But that’s normal for best friends, right?

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trentarnold66 posted on their story!

YOURUSERNAME just posted!

yourusername absolutely adore beach nights <3

view the replies!

user1 is she with Trent????

andyrobertson So that’s where you guys went 🤔

→ yourusername he was the one who wanted to go out 🙄

→ trentarnold66 Hey! You didn’t say no 🙄!

→ andyrobertson Okay, relax. You both are acting like an old married couple.

virgilvandijk The view is beautiful 😍

jordanhenderson I love the view 😉😍

→ curtisjr Me too mate!

→ _fabio.10 I agree!!

→ judebellingham i am onboard!

→ harvelliot So gorgeous ❤️

→ yourusername what is going on here 🤨

user2 omg is this the girl ???

user3 I love her relationship with the team 😭😭

user4 i ship her and Trent 💕

→ user7 me too!!

user5 they look so cute together 🥺🥺🥺

user6 OMG IM SCREAMING

user8 mom and dad

user10 Back off Trent is mine 🙄

→ user12 NO HE’S MINE!

user11 who is she

user9 this poor girl is gonna be so confused when she reads the comments 😭😭😭

footballcelebritynews just posted!

footballcelebritynews Trent Alexander-Arnold seen with the same girl again after a private party last night!

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user1 they look so cute together!!!!

user2 y’all need to chill they’re just friends

user14 we lost him guys 😕

user3 who even is this girl?

user4 Post about Bellingham.

user5 is this the girl from trent’s story????

→ user8 I think so

→ user9 Yupp

user14 heart been broke so many times 😔

user15 no Trent give me a chance!!!

user6 Why is she suddenly everywhere?

→ user7 right?!!!! she came out of nowhere and now she’s suddenly close with trent and the boys??? somethings fishy 🤔🤔🤔

→ user11 I think she’s a clout chaser

→ user10 maybe they have known each other before 🤷‍♀️ common sense is free guys

→ user12 nah fr 💀

user13 the people that are acting like they actually have a chance with trent LMAOOO

reblog for a kiss <3

[respectthepetty]

I need to stress something somewhere. And I know you will be able to help or even help be observe but, I have a haunting feeling that in the clips we have of Mork reading to Day, is in the future and….Mork isn’t actually there anymore . … many reasons with the scenes set up but the main things for me is the fish. There is only one in the rank now in that scene. And the book marks in the book. 1 fish bookmark, the other an avocado? And their legs are covered with a blanket. So no 2 slippers of fish is shown……am I creating narrative things that are not there or seeing things wrong? it just feels almost a melancholy scene set up in front of the tank…… and I’m scared!!

What are your thoughts pretty please?!

Anon, I'm choosing violence first, then I'll be kind.

On Spanish TikTok, or as I like to call it Tea Talk, someone stated they saw the book's ending, and it ended with Mork dying and donating his eyes to Day.

The people of Tea Talk ripped that video to shreds. The comments section was not pleased with the mentiras (lies), and Indonesian TikTok even showed up in the fray with the actual book to prove the original poster was "Livin' La Vida Loca."

I don't know how this cookie will crumble, but let me remind you of two things:

#1 - This is GMMTV.

It gave us The Shipper in 2020 at the height of the pandemic, and I think it has been correcting that wrong since.

And it gave us Only Friends in 2023.

I wanted murder and mayhem. Instead it gave everyone happy endings except the slut because apparently he had too many "happy endings" and *morality* or some bullshit.

If you are watching Playboyy, it's what Only Friends could have been if Disney BL hadn't produced it.

I might sound salty (because I am), but I'm really just trying to emphasize that GMMTV wouldn't. Period. Full stop. GMMTV wouldn't give us a sad ending to a branded pair. It will kill a mom quick, but sad times for a branded pair? ¡Nunca! For example, how did we all know Palm x Nueng were gonna be safe and sound in Never Let Me Go? Our Skyy 2. Can't have Our Skyy 3 if it kills a ship now can it?

#2 - This is Aof

The director, producer, and screenwriter extraordinaire shot Pat (Ohm) on Christmas Eve.

He killed Papang!

Hell, he killed Singto before the series even started!

Mork (NOT GAWIN, NO!) got beat up and was hospitalized!

And yet, we got a happy ending each time.

The man wants to make use cry, but he has never ended with queer trauma to do so.

Which is why there are still two fish in that tank.

And I think the avocado is a shout out to Jimmy's love of them (because who doesn't love avocados, am I right?).

So as much as I do not think the reading scenes we keep getting are set in the present,

I don't think they are setting us up for a sad future, especially because Korea already did this trick.

If you watched To My Star 2: Our Untold Stories last year, you know that shit hurt, every, single, episode,

and because it hurt, we were too blinded by the pain to notice the happiness sprinkled throughout.

The happiness we were seeing wasn't flashbacks of their past relationship or even snippets of their current one.

THEY WERE GLIMPSES OF THEIR HAPPY FUTURE!

Korea gave us The Eighth Sense and Strongberry's Choco Milk Shake, both which had the perfect premises to fuck us over, and yet my only complaint was NO POLY!

If Korea can delivery happy endings, Disney BL can too (but not the kind it punished Boston for. Never those kind). It isn't Taiwan, and it certainly isn't Japan who is ALWAYS itching to give maximum pain. This is "soft power" Thailand, GMMTV, Aof, and a branded pair. If GMMTV brought out Gawin to get Krist and Joss back to kiss a homie, I greatly doubt it would tank the JimmySea ship for a sad ending (did you get the pun?). If there is one thing I can count on GMMTV for, it's to secure the bag. Sell merch. Sell novels. Sell a special box edition of the series. Sell the ship. That won't happen if this is sad.

Also, color-coded boys in love get happy endings.

It's science.

[absolutebl]

Be My Favorite - Flaming Hot Trash Watch Action

Ready for this?

Adapted from the y-novel You Are My Favorite by JittiRain this is one of those “rewrite the past to change the future.” Starring Krist (SOTUS) + Fluke Gawin (DBK, Not Me). I expect this to be low heat, full of LIES and manipulation.

12 eps of approx 45 min fresh content each, and I guess I am drinking on frigay for the next 3 damn months 

Main tropes: time travel/slip/loop, paranormal, university setting, soft romance, low heat, sunshine/tsundere with GMMTV’s heavy hand on classic Thai BL tropes, product placement, and high production values.

Trailer | MDL

I’m getting some shizz outta my system before I start putting the alcohol into it...

Story issues 

Let’s get this on the table. I have a mixed relationship with Jittirain’s stuff because unlike Mame who is trash to her characters with plot, Jittirain is trash to plot with characters. All characters (what limited characterization there is) will be obedient to the plot and act against personality the moment it is necessary for whatever insanity is required for audience manipulation. We The Watchers WILL feel jerked around by these jerks (but as this is GMMTV there will be no actual jerking). We WILL be lied to, and the characters will lie to each other FOR NO GOOD REASON. 

In addition to Be My Favorite JittiRain is behind: Vice Versa, 2gether, Fish Upon the Sky, and Theory of Love. Mmm humm. Yeah. Drinks are defiantly required. 

Actor issues: 

Krist: Who knew Krist would do a BL again? Like seriously? His career has been riddled with controversy and his skills as an actor widely challenged. Regarding the first, this is not that blog, take that discourse/cancel culture elsewhere. For the second? I will judged his acting based on the usual criteria: this BL, this role, this pairing, this script, and the fact that this is Thai style acting. Okay?

Gawin/Fluke: I will likely slip and call him Gawin because that’s what he used when he first crossed my radar. I have said this before but he looks like an ex of mine. So my baggage with him is all personal. Said ex and I are amicable, but it wigs me out sometimes. They even have a similar voice. I will try to get over this. 

Also the both SCREAM straight. I mean I don’t wanna judge insult or anything but these boys got breeder smeared all over them. 

Okay, so what are we doing here?

Well, as previously established: DRINKING.

AND

A new trash watch! 

Although there is always the (however faint) possibility it will become a praise watch. Sometimes that happens. But this is Jittirain so... I doubt it. 

Ready?

Here we go! 

Episode 1: Sake & Fear 

I have heartburn already. Or maybe that’s the extra chili I put on my noodles + booze + EXISTENTIAL DREAD. 

Kawi = loser, poor, stupid, shy, and friendless (AKA Japan’s ordinary bottom uke archetype) - he’s a downer, this is an issue with this kind of character, not likable. 

Pearmai = the sunshine faen fatale Kawi has a crush on 

Piseang = the tall handsome cute popular perfect seme, plays basketball perfectly (waves at Love O2O), is also a DJ (nash)

Most of this ep was spent establishing this dynamic and some kind of secret santa for college kids, a magic time travel snow globe, and the fact that the wrong couple got together. 

Why is there a dandelion in the snow globe? 

Is it a wishes thing? Do they have that superstition in Thailand?

A 12 year time jump is v Japanese. Which life-point is closer to Krist’s actual age? Ooo, half a bottle of sake and I’m salty af. 

Apparently Kawi still has same problems and the same haircut as he did as a fresher.

Could we please talk about this? It’s in ALL BL. Why does NO ONE change their hair as they age? My hair changes by the week. 

Meanwhile our ordinary bottom has turned into a wild imbecilic tsundere and our seme clearly likes that and I am too drunk for this. So is Kawi. 

You know what, it’s not as terrible as I thought it would be. I don’t like it but I can see the characters becoming appealing. Maybe? Hopefully? Why do I do this to myself?

I’m not a monster, I will give it a chance. 

At least no one has yet picked up a guitar.

See you next week, same Jittirain time, same Jittiran place, new bottle of sake.  

Episode 2: Nigori & Serenity 

The sake I’m drinking tonight is described on the bottle “silky & mild” which is also a legit review of Gawin’s acting. 

WAIT A MINUTE.

What is going on? 

What am I feeling? 

They’re lying on the grass talking to each other in a meaningful way. It’s cute. I am enjoying it. How appropriately collegiate. 

Is this... enjoyment?

Am I enjoying this show?

OMG I AM. 

help 

I ate booze-filled chocolates AS WELL AS SAKE. 

Maybe it’s the double dose? 

Am I becoming silky & mild?

I got a slow down. I can’t do this every week for 12 weeks in a row. I’m not in uni anymore. I might end up being a nice person if I continue down this road. Can’t have that.  

Honestly, I do like the fantasy of getting to re-live your college years as a cooler version of yourself. 

Although, frankly, I did fine with mine. 

(Oh thank fuck, asshole me is back.) 

I don’t know where Max came from but he is officially the most interesting character in this show. 

Also... does he look a bit like a bad boy bunny to anyone else? 

It isn’t actually like it, but I am getting a distinct 2gether vibes from this show. It makes it feel kinda dated for BL. What a fucking crazy thing to say. Ignore me, I’m drunk. 

OOOOO.... Nong teasing. Very nice.  

The over dramatic drunken kiss made me giggle. First time Krist has been properly kissed in a BL.

Sigh. 

What do I do? 

I’m enjoying it! 

Damn it. 

Episode 3: Tipsy Waffling 

I was out at the club, came home faintly tipsy. Frankly I feel a little unwell, so I’m not gonna drink anymore. So this is an unprecedented semi-sober trash watch. I’m not sure if I’m ready but so far this show been beating expectations, and I don’t expect a derailment until next ep so I’m feel okay about my life choices. 

Okay Gawin is good. I’ll give you that . His little moment if realization (and giving up). The “oh shit” look. 

Wait.

That’s Title! 

When did he leave Wabi Sabi and join GMMTV’s stable? 

Look I kinda enjoyed this bit, because it was a joke.

BUT I AM NOT HAPPY WITH THE ENDING.

Is this the beginning of the JittiRain of Doom? Or it this just good angsty story telling?

No way to know until next week.

(JittiRain of Doom - see what I did there? Aren’t I a clever little lush dragon?) 

I should go to bed now. 

I think we can safely say clouds are on the horizon and whether this is good storytelling or bad, only episode 4 will tell. 

Episode 4: It’s Happened! The Suck! 

not in a good way @heretherebedork​ said ep 4, can they call it or WHAT?! 

I’m officially calling Kwai’s pink haired Maximum hotness bestie “my café fae” and YOU can’t stop me. I love him. Or I want to be him? Or I AM him?

Difficult to know.

Checks own hair.

Not pick at at the moment. Mostly blue actually.

(I weirdly adore that blue open weave draw-string vest thing he’s rocking. Checks own closet. Wonders idly about turning a mesh laundry bag into a shirt.) 

Anygay... Café fae and I are running away together and not putting up with any of this Jittirain nonsense.

Right? 

Because this beach frolic...?  

Too cringe. Too awkward. I really don’t like all of embarrassment factor for everyone, not to mention humiliation and hazing and older kids picking on younger kids.

I’ve been done with this plot divice since SOTUS. And I’ll take it in small doses from Korea but no more Thailand. Stop it. And...

is that...

A GUITAR 

!!!

NO SINGING.

Oh, I hate this show.

Everyone listening in on the phone while he’s humiliating himself with a girl? This is fully terrible. 

I’m so uncomfortable with this whole episode. 

And yet. Secure. Because finally we are in the territory I was expecting. But ALSO I can’t bear it. 

Please make it stop.

At least Piseng is a decent human being.

And Pair. 

Screw all y’all. I’m eloping with Pair.

Wait.

What about my cafe fae? Hummmm. 

Ah! Got it. Thrupple! 

I’m not gonna lie. That was rough going. 

And I am not OK.

Although I’m digging this thrupple scheme of mine. 

Episode 5: I Am V Drunk

For those of you following the soga of ABL is a lush... 

I got my cocktail! 

Then got distracted by meeting colleagues at the bar. 

Then went for dinner and wine.

Then got another cocktail and finally made it back to the room. 

So by the time I started watching this week’s installment I was... quite drunk. 

Take this recap with a grain of salt margarita salt rim... no... not that kind of rimming, that’s just in KP, sadly... wait... what am I doing? I got distracted. This is GMMTV. Def no rimming. 

So! 

Kawi deserves his new asshole friends (stop it ABL no rimming). 

I just don’t like him. He’s too straight and whiney and homophobic. 

Could we have a romance between Pisang and Max? 

Asking for a friend me. 

Bet there would be rimming. They both seem very game. Just saying.

Different show ABL. Different show. 

Where was I? Apparently I went to the land of Bed Friends for a moment there. 

Why does anyone like Kawi? 

Max deserves better.  

Pear deserves better. 

Pisang deserves better. 

OMG!!! His utter wistful yearning over the happy gay bar. Poor baby. 

Awe don’t run away from Max. We love Max. Max is the best. You NEED a Max in your life. We all do! 

Someone described Max as “tired gay,” and I feel this keenly. 

NO SINGING. 

I DON’T LIKE WHERE THIS THREAD IS GOING. 

NO NO NO NO NO 

SKIP! Skipskipskip. 

Next week look like a classic ep 6 kiss then angst. Whatever. 

It was fine. 

This was a fine installment. 

I’m very drunk. 

Hotel all spinny. 

Hi, bed! Make me a sammitch. 

Episode 6: I Am Less Drunk Than I Should Be

I just wish this were Pisaeng’s story instead of Kawi’s. It would be a lot better. In fact, it is a lot better. Any time we get PS alone or with any other character it’s a better narrative. Any time with him and Max talking it’s the best of everything, That’s all I want on my screen.

In fact, Max is all I want. 

I love his “care bear kpop” clothes. 

This is definitely one of those shows where I don’t understand why anyone likes the central character - his friends, his love interests, his father, his audience, tumblr. 

No one should like him. He started out a loser and he’s only getting worse, and nasty to boot. 

Yes, it’s good we see him apologize, but there’s no logic behind the choices that led him to needing to make the apology in the first place! 

(No one does, honey.) 

We are heading into classic Jitiirain where are the characters are going to betray us and themselves in order to serve the narrative. 

And I’m not drunk enough for this. 

Honestly? I think Krist what is miss-cast as well. 

I’m not in the anti-Krist faction but just imagine... what if Kawi had been played by Khaotung? He has a much softer more dynamic screen presence. I think he could’ve carried even Jittirain’s patented nonsense. KT is... in fact... CUTE. 

Gawin is not an issue. (Which surprises me, since I came into this with a bias against him.) 

Because we can see PS thinks that K is cute even before the script felt the need to tell us this. 

Even when he’s being an arsehole, PS’s eyes are all soft for him. I guess some guys just are attracted to arseholes. 

Heh. 

See what I did there?

Meanwhile I hate PS’s mother! 

She = evil. 

I RECOGNIZE that balcony!

PS’s house/apartment thingy is the same as MaxNat celebrity pad in Y-Destiny. Another one for the location trackers.

That’s it, that’s all I got. 

Only one gay pun for you this evening. 

I have one job to do and I’m blowing it.

snerk

Nighty night. Don’t let the mosquitos bite leave hickeys. 

Episode 7: NO SINGING

I guess Kawi is one of those “straights” who just gets gayer the drunker he is. I know the type. 

Boozing the Kinsey Scale. 

Beer goggle queers. 

Cockeyed. 

Three sheets to the flame. 

Dick wasted. 

What else do we call them?

Oh yeah... cock tease. 

Episode 8: STOP SINGING 

Pisaeng for these last two episodes...

(singing cat never gets old, bite me) 

Good for you Pisaeng for standing up for yourself. Stop letting the straight boy jerk you around. 

(I see you in your matched couple shirts.) 

Omg I HATE Kawi just WHY IS ANYONE FRIENDS WIH HIM? 

Stop. Just this show would be so much better if he weren’t in it. 

I’m glad he lost Pisaeng and I enjoyed watching him cry. 

Even if he still made everything about himself. 

We return yet again to the fact that I love Max. Max and I are running away together. 

Pisaeng is just never Kawi’s priority, whereas the opposite is always the case. Talk about one sided love friendship relationship everything.  

Kawi the coward. 

To little too late. 

I do keep thinking about Big Eden with this series, Kawi just seems so straight no matter what he says or does or kisses.  

Poor Pisaeng he gets what he wants but it’s all out of pity, fear, and desperation. 

And all he wants is a chance to flirt? 

Is he an actual saint?

Fuck this damn show. 

(source)

As always with these trash watches, I update the original post until Tumblr has a brain fry and won’t let me anymore. Then it becomes an updated repost. Life in the dumpster fire is never dull. 

[suusoh]

Im so conflicted!!! Anna’s such a delicious concept but i’m so salty about Nina being insufficiently explored in monster and i feel guilty for enjoying Anna so much. I mean by all means Nina should’ve had plenty of her own batshit moments given her trauma and the fact that she doesn’t is a disservice to her and to us all. Ughhhhhhhhhhh

Look I love monster and naoki urusawa's writing. But if there's one thing. ONE thing I could criticize about it. It would be not expounding on Nina more. Like she honestly should have been the main character in my eyes. There were some characters who I've thought shouldn't have had screen time and it should have went to Nina instead. Like that's literally????? the other twin??????? like you're gonna drop a mirror analogy, make a theme about the effects of nature vs nurture, and then not- i don't know, SHOW MORE OF IT? OF NINA? If Johan shows the possibility of what could have happened to anna given certain circumstances, THEN NINA IS ALSO THE POSSIBILITY OF WHAT JOHAN COULD HAVE BEEN TOO. LIKE WHY DID THEY NOT PUT ATTENTION TO THAT.

Like it's fine if they don't want to make her main character, but it's a sin they didn't give her much... dare I say, depth. I feel like the fandom gives way more depth to nina than the actual source material. I know what they were trying to accomplish in that Czechoslovakia arc, but I still can't help but feel how repetitive their treatment with Nina was in making her just moan in pain and anguish over and over again. She really shined so much in that turkish district arc, that one episode dedicated to just her, and rurenheim.

I love dr tenma but I really do think that some moments of his could have easily just been given to Nina instead. And I do think some characters screen time could have easily been replaced with Nina time instead.

And to think the only glimpse we have of the monster "anna liebert" is just that one therapy session ARHGHGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

Like it may not be a fair comparison, but sometimes I can't help but think of Vash the stampede from trigun. Vash and Nai. Like that's what could have been for Nina!!!

Her character was so under utilized that I just wanna slump into my bed and weep.

[ilovehugslikealotalot]

Hurtful Words

_°_°_°_°_°_

“Oh, come on, Rebecca! You have to like her, even a little bit!” Keeley teased, Rebecca huffed as she plopped back into her chair, “No. Keeley. I don’t like her, end of discussion!” she ordered, Keeley only smirked, “Rebecca…I can see you check her out from a mile away!” Keeley cackled at her bestfriend’s face.

“No, I don’t!” She blurted, “I don’t like y/n! I never have and I never will! Doesn’t mean that all the boys in the lockeroom or everyone else has a huge massive crush on her doesn’t mean I do! It’s nonsense! Y/n’s not my type anyway, I’m simply out of her league!” She defended, Keeley’s face softened a bit.

“You should tell her Rebecca, y’know, before it’s too late?” Keeley suggested, grabbing her unicorn planner and walking out Rebecca’s office. The blonde woman watched as her best friend left, she thought about it for a moment before slamming her laptop shut.

“FUCK” she screamed, rubbing her knuckles on her temples. She wasn’t necessarily the greatest with feelings. Or talking. when it came to y/n, she stuttered like a child learning the alphabet. She was seriously one of the most beautiful women she had seen. Just being next to her made Rebecca sweat.

“Dammit, Rebecca. You’re a big girl. You can do this. Put your big girl pants on and go for it” she mumbled to herself as she marched to y/n’s office. The club had been renovated so that there was more room for more coaches if they decided to have more which made y/n have her own office for the time being.

Entering the lockeroom she looked ahead not wanting to see any more butt cracks that day than she already had. “Boys” she greeted, “Ms. Welton” they replied.

She took a deep breath as she knocked on the main office door, “Oh, howdy boss! Great timing we were just talking about ya!” He smiled optimistically, gesturing to the so-called ‘Diamond Dogs’

“Actually, Ted, I came for…uh, y/n, actually.” Ted’s smile faded and had a quick rebound, “ooh, now isn’t that just romantic? But I dunno, she seems all fussy and sad so you could give it a try but we all did and she won’t spill” Rebecca looked at the door a look of concern on her face, “you got it cowgirl, just be yourself. She’ll value it more when she’s knows it’s the real you,” Rebecca nodded, flashing him a little subtle smile as a ‘thank you’ before walking into the conjoined office space.

“Hey, sweetheart. I wanted to see if you were, uhm, okay?” Rebecca asked, sitting adjacent from her. She sat perched up on her window seat, knees to her chest and small sniffles. “Go away”

“Sorry, love. I’m afraid I can’t do that” she smiled, moving closer she attempted to grab her face, “Don’t,” She seethed.

Rebecca removed her hand as y/n moved to sit on her couch, “Who did this to you, darling? You can tell me, I’m right here” she comforted, knowing that y/n didn’t want to be touched she stayed seated with her hands in her lap.

“You can stop now” y/n said, her voice was monotone, cold. Not like her usual bubbly self. “You’re upset with me? Aren’t you? Hm?” Rebecca cooed, crouching down on her knees so that y/n could look at her without having to get up from her seat. She gently lifted her face up, wiping the hot salty tears from her face, y/n sniffled. “Why are you doing this?” She cried, she looked hurt. Like a puppy that had been kicked. She looked tired, afraid, regretful. “Do what, sweetheart?” Rebecca asked, pushing some hair out of her face.

“You! It’s- -it’s like you own me! I can’t name a thing about you that isn’t perfect to me, I can’t sleep without thinking of you, I can’t think straight without eventually drifting to you, Every time I walk into the build I just have the urge to walk to your office and tell you everything! You own my heart, my soul, my being. I’d go crazy without you. I can’t imagine life without you, and I don’t ever want to!-“ Rebecca put a finger her mouth, “you heard me yelling to Keeley about how I don’t like you, didn’t you, Darling?” Y/n nodded her head, Rebecca sighed.

“I didn’t mean it. I do love you. Everything about you. I love that you get cold and steal my jackets off my office chair. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich because you want everything at once. I love that you scrunch your nose when you smile at me. I love that when I spend a day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes; and I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. I love you, y/n y/l/n.”

Rebecca smiled faintly, placing a soft kiss on y/n’s slightly chapped lips, the smell of vanilla and caramel surrounded her as she slowly moved her hands up to her face. Y/n’s melted into the kiss, pulling away when they both ran out of breath. It took a few moments to realized what had happened.

she kissed her.

[catras-breakup-song]

I know v0id-clawz is one of the recent people wa came after and you can see some of the asks on their blog. Its unfortunately quite real; thestargayzingetherian has a series of docs with receipts and miraculoustakes was also talking about it because they used to do the same thing to miraculous ladybug fans

If you search “salty kinkshamer” on wa’s blog you can also see some messed up stuff from like 2016 for yourself. She’s lying about not having seen the docs because everyone who contributed has been getting slammed

I know this is your friend and I’m not asking you to change that but she’s hurting people and has been for a long time

thank you for at least providing something for me to work with. while i still don’t know the full story, i can address a bit of research i did.

the only asks on the blogs of v0id-clawz (who is a catradora anti so i'd rather not dive too deep and break their boundaries or make myself uncomfortable) & miraculoustakes that i could find from searching "witch apologist" are VERY recent, like... as of yesterday recent. and there aren't more than 2-3 on each. not to mention, these still carry the same issue as you in that it’s all words from unnamed blogs with no proof. the fact that it’s multiple people means nothing when we know there’s a whole clique of people supposedly trying to “cancel” (for lack of a better term sorry) WA. also, i don't want to accuse you of anything so this isn't an attack because i'm still open to reading from you, but it looked to me like those anons' typing styles were similar to yours. not sure if that says anything (or enough) but i’m throwing it out there anyway.

i couldn't find anything on @thestargayzingetherian by searching "witch apologist", "doc", "document", and "receipt." do you have any other suggestions, or a link? or would she know what you're talking about since i tagged (feel free to ignore this btw; i apologize if you didn't want to be involved but i don't like mentioning people without them knowing)?

i don't really have an opinion about kink discourse, at least not one i'd like to share in public on any of my blogs. if you're going to assume my stance from this, make it neutral.

i'll be wary of stuff that went down in 2016-2018 since holding people accountable is important, but it's also important to remember that was 6-8 years ago, so i'm not too keen on defining someone by their actions after so much time. i had mindsets that i wasn't proud of as little as 3-4 years ago (although it didn't directly affect anyone nearly as much), so i believe in improvement. i mean, hell, i'm literally a catra kin/stan. that being said, i appreciate that you’re not trying to force me to break it off.

now, i’m speaking for WA here since i sent them a screenshot of this before posting, and here’s what they said (paraphrased):

1. they can’t access the google doc because it’s limited to invitations, and they’re not willing to give their main(?) email. they can’t create a new burner one because they need an extra phone number which isn’t readily available, but are currently looking into if they have any old ones from a while back. that being said (i have only partially brought this up in a different way), i can volunteer to do that with my own extra email and screenshot parts of it or something, or send a recording of me scrolling through. i’ll just need a link. UPDATE: they suggested the same thing right as i was ready to post this, and have already sent me the link. i’ll see what i can do.

like i said, i won’t reveal whether i’m positive or negative about kink stuff, but obviously i have to stand against certain dark themes people are into initiating such as CSEM, rape/CNC, actual incest (as opposed to catradora lmao), etc, which is what they claim to have been shaming years ago.

[nicnacsnonsense]

16- if you could change anything in the show what would you change?

Salty ask game

(I’m guessing this was a question for BtVS; if I’m wrong you can send in another ask and I’ll re-answer for the correct fandom.)

Okay, so I feel like the spirit of this question is about a specific event or plotline or character arc or what have you, but my real answer is a bit more nebulous. I would want to adjust the show so the the narrative’s perception of how good/nice our core 4 mains and how good/nice they actually act were in closer alignment.

For Willow, I’m generally fine with her behavior, but I wish that the narrative was more aware of when she does cross the line (prior to s6 obv). Like, I don’t necessarily mind that an upset and jealous Willow privately refers to Cordelia as a “skanky ho” shortly after finding out she and Xander are dating, just so long as the narrative framing doesn’t cheer her on for doing it.

Giles and Buffy I would like to be about 10-15% nicer. They’re fine most of the time, but on occasion, particularly when dealing with a character that the narrative has decided is supposed to be bad/unlikeable, they are too judgey and dismissive/mean.

Then Xander needs a huge overhaul in both directions. He needs to tone the misogyny and homophobia way the fuck down, and I want the narrative to also understand him to be the more close-minded and judgmental one of the group. Having him be the more black-and-white thinker who is always pro-killing demons and least willing to consider nuances and the potential personhood of non-human beings is interesting and an important character role to have in the group (though pairing him with an ex-demon is a bit 😬 in that case unless we character develop him away from that over time). It’s just that the narrative needs to be aware that’s the role Xander is filling rather than trying to push him as the relatable, dependable heart of the group.

[kookieswan]

Kim Namjoon, Deep Ocean Blue, angst

Ocean Blue

Mermaid!Joon x LifeGuard!Reader

Word Count: 700+

Genre: Mermaid!AU, Lifeguard!AU, Stramgers to Friends to Lovers, Angst, Fluff.

Warnings: MC is reckless. Near death experience- MC nearly drowns and sustains injuries. Namjoon is a mad mermaid man.

Notes: This is an OLD request lmao. I hope you like it if you’re still around anon ♥️

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Eyes slamming open with a start, you cough up water violently a few times as black dots dance across your vision mockingly. You feel his presence above you instantly, hands lingering on your body, the feeling of his lips now a ghost. It’s not long before the ache of near death resonates as well.

You hadn’t meant to sink into the black depths of the ocean, not as far as you had anyway. Namjoon had disappeared without a trace over a week ago, and so you had attempted to row out to sea and back to find him. Was it stupid? Yes, but in the end it had got him back to you; that much is apparent as he scoots closer to you in the warm sand.

You had rowed out to your island that wasn’t to far out from the cove, fully intending on searching the whole area for him. It’s usually where he can be found when he’s disappeared, but in your distracted searching, you hadn’t noticed the storm brewing above your head, hadn’t watched for any of the signs. A rookie mistake on your part.

“Dumb.” It’s thickly accented, harsh in tone. You wince as you attempt to sit up as he draws back, peering to the side as you do. It’s still blurred but he’s definitely glaring at you, eyes slitted, nostrils flared. You’ve clearly got a very pissed off mermaid on your hands and you can blame no one but yourself. You know he won’t agree with your reasoning in a million years.

“I- I know. I’m sorry Joon.” It comes out raspy, your own voice ripping at your raw throat. You don’t even know what else to say to him in your embarrassed state. Staring back at the mermaid, you watch as his glare slowly cracks and his face falls into something softer. He scoots closer, a webbed hand raising up to slowly caress your clammy cheek.

A cool wave of relief washes over you, all of the pain lessening just a little. You appreciate him using his energy to heal you even if only a little, but you don’t want him to waste anything else on you. He’s really too sweet…

“Okay?” Clearing your throat again , you start to realize just how cold and run down you feel, even with Namjoon’s healing. The happiness of finding your mermaid is starting to fade slowly, the exhaustion taking over instead. You try very hard not to show it on your face as you place your hand over his.

“I’ve… Felt better. Thank you for saving me, I would have, well…” Appraising him bashfully, it’s then you notice that his tale is absent, now replaced with legs and other unmentionable appendages. You cough loudly as your hand falls, both in surprise and from the salty water burning your esophagus.

Namjoon stands suddenly, just the slightest bit shaky. He’s gotten a lot better at walking with practice, it’s something you’re strangely proud of teaching him. He leans down and grabs you without a word, scooping you up into his arms. There’s a flash of worry that someone will see, but right now, he’s just a naked guy carrying you on the beach.

“We talk later. Still mad. Rest.” There’s a giggle hiding behind your lips as he pouts, his gait a little unbalanced as he attempts to keep you level as he begins to walk toward the parking lot. Swallowing it down, you just nod against his neck, slowly burrowing closer to him. He smells like salt and flowers and everything you so terribly missed.

“We can talk later, yeah. Just get us to the car first, okay?” You can talk after a nice long nap, but first you have to get the two of you back to your apartment. Thankfully it’s not too far from the beach, and the roads are pretty dead…

“You hurt, I drive.” The laugh can’t be contained this time, especially as he clicks out a few laughs of his own. What a lovely silly man you’ve found, it only makes sense he isn’t fully human.

“Not in a million years Joon.”

[dutifullynuttywitch]

Sisterly advice

Wake the Dead fanfic

Pairing: Brynn Archer / Eva Archer (sisters)

@choicesfebruary2024 Prompt: Family

Summary: Eva and Brynn Archer enjoy a rare day off in the Tower.

Word count: 1,200

Rating: Teen

Today has been an almost perfect day, Eva Archer reflects.

She’d had the day off from pest control. Brynn and her crew were also on a rare break from scouting.

She and Brynn had woken up late, enjoyed a half decent meal for a change – scavengers had brought back apples from a nearby grove – and spent the afternoon playing cards with Cassidy, Dirk, Troy and Mack.

Even Troy had refrained from cheating, mostly. He’d slipped her a couple of aces under the table when her pile of chips had run dangerously low, grinning charmingly at Cassidy’s amused smirk, the others oblivious to the maneuver.

This was about as perfect a day as she could hope for within the confines of the Tower.

Her wandering thoughts sour at that.

The Tower.

Forever cooped inside a large, windowless, oppressive bunker. Surrounded by too many people, all busy eking out a living, oblivious to the world around them, living and working under the flickering of artificial neon lights.

Of course, there were bright spots in that otherwise bleak world.

Her Sister Brynn and her scouting crew, Cassidy, Dirk, Brianna. Their quirky friend Mack. And Troy, her best friend and partner in crime. They had become her adopted family. Made her existence in the Tower more bearable.

Eva dreams of being able to head out and see the world. Feel the grass between her toes again. Visit some old world relics she faintly remembered from her childhood and would avidly read about in Troy’s magazines - amusement parks, libraries, museums... She wants to swim in the sea. Feel the warm, salty breeze on her face.

Eva barely remembers life before the drones, before the Tower. She had been so young when people had started to change, when they’d lost their fathers and had been forced to flee. Brynn, still a child herself, taking on the parenting role.

“Hey! Earth to Eva! What are you daydreaming about?”

It’s the main reason she wants to become a scout so bad. To Brynn’s immense displeasure. Too dangerous, she’d growl, shutting down every attempt at a conversation.

Brynn pulls her out of her reverie with a light tug. Both sisters are sitting cross-legged on Brynn’s bottom bunk, the older sister’s hands nimbly working on braiding Eva’s fiery red hair.

“Nothing... I just.. I’m realizing, I’m starting to forget what the outside world looks like, feels like...” Eva murmurs, looking at her hands.

Brynn freezes, a pained look on her face.

“Eva...”

“And I know what you’re going to say, outside is dangerous, full of drones. And I know you’re right, I’m not trying to minimize the danger. But still, you get to actually leave this place for a while, breathe fresh air, feel the sun on your face... The last time I saw any of the outside world was when Troy ...”

Eva clamps her mouth shut, realizing she’d said too much.

“When you what? Eva, when the hell did you see the outside world with Troy?!” Brynn rounds on her, furious.

“It’s not like we left the tower or anything, Brynn! A... a few months ago, he took me to see the northern lights up on one of the top floors. We may have snuck back up a few times since... but only at night, with no one around to see us, I swear!”

“Are you kidding me, Eva?! Do you have any idea what’ll happen if Blackstock’s people find you sneaking into off limit areas? And after curfew at that?! God, I don’t know who's the worst influence between the two of you.”

Brynn stares at her, furious, then lets out an amused chuckle.

“You know, I thought the two of you were sneaking around making out or something. Was working myself up to the birds and bees talk. I definitely did not suspect late night stargazing. You’re such dorks!”

“Making out?! Birds and - what on earth gave you that ridiculous idea?” Eva splutters, face heating up.

“Oh come on, little sis, I’m not blind. I can see how you look at each other. And the not-so-subtle flirting.”

Wait, what does Brynn mean about Troy looking at me like… Eva’s mind spins as she thinks back to their daily interactions. His charming smile, his soft brown eyes sparkling with mischief and affection…

Nah, he’s just being friendly, as he’s always been. My best friend, nothing more, nothing less.

Could they ever be something more?

She shakes the thoughts away.

Brynn smirks, enjoying her sister’s discomfort a little too much.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Eva mumbles, “Troy's just a friend. Besides, he’s a huge flirt. And a goofball. And an ass more often than not. He’s really not my type.”

“Uh Huh. You keep telling yourself that.” Brynn smiles, amused.

“Okay, since we’re going there, what about you and Dirk? I see the way he looks at you. The guy worships the ground you walk on!” Eva turns towards her big sister, a mischievous sparkle in her eyes.

Brynn becomes serious, a little hesitant.

“Dirk and I... It’s complicated. I know he cares about me. And I do have… feelings. But when you’re out with someone risking your lives on a near daily basis, you need to fully trust them. Right now, we have a great dynamic going with him, Cassidy, Brianna. We have each other’s backs, but we also know none of us will hesitate to do the hard thing if one of us got bit. If Dirk and I became something more, I’m worried it’d cloud our judgement if things went south...”

Eva takes in the admission, brows knitted, then grabs her big sister in a crushing hug.

“Brynn, you deserve happiness. And love - even if it’s with someone as grumpy as Dirk.”

Brynn scoffs at that, but Eva continues.

“I swear, you’re always putting everyone’s needs and wellbeing ahead of yours. Even the damn job. You’re always looking out for me -”

“It’s my job, even though you don’t make it easy, you brat!”

“Well, if you weren’t such a stuck-up ass all the time ...”

“Watch it, lil sis...” Brynn growls, eyes narrowing in warning.

“Or what? You gonna -”

Eva squeals as Brynn lunges at her, jumping off the bed. She ducks as a pillow sails right above her head.

“I swear Eva, I don’t know how I even put up with you.” Brynn mutters, getting up to grab her boots.

“’It’s cause you loooove me!”

“You’re lucky we’re related or you’d be out on your ass. Now get a move on or we’ll miss evening rations.”

“Yeah yeah.” Eva smirks.

She suddenly turns serious, pensive.

“For what it’s worth, Brynn, I get your concern that letting someone in may… complicate an already good thing. But if you don’t, you can also miss out on the chance of something amazing.”

Brynn stops to ponder. Then smirks.

“Wait, actual words of wisdom from my little sis? I guess you did learn something in between all your suspensions. Any chance you’ll follow your own advice?”

“… I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Riiiight.”

Eva rolls her eyes, wrapping an arm around Brynn to give her a hug.

Brynn reaches up and playfully rubs her knuckles on her sister’s head.

“Ouch! Brat!”

Both sisters giggle and tease each other as they head out into the labyrinth of neon-lit hallways.

[old-poptart]

*coughs cutely* miss me-?

Can i request hanako and teru (separately) with a s/o who overthinks A LOT and always gets nervous that people don’t like them- s/o reads into what people say BIG TIME so they can ‘prepare’ for when people leave them

So like the boys start to get distant (for school and other stuff) and s/o sees that as a sign that the boys dont want to hang out with them. Because of this s/o goes into a bit of a panic thinking that they might break up with them soon so instead of talking to them, s/o takes matters into their own hands. So when s/o tries to get their attention but the boys still shun then due to them being busy, s/o freaks out mentally and tries to hold back tears not to cry in front of them- you know what to do- ah-

(I totally don’t do this with everyone i know and I’m totally not spilling my guts out rn- nooooo-)

(Probably another reason this is so terrible written-)

ANGST TO FLUFF PLEASE!!!

a/n: yes i did ml 😘 AHHH IM VERY MUCH LIKE THIS AS WELL, REASSURANCE DAWG this idea is so muah chef's kiss, ANYWAYSSSSS ONTO THE HEAD CANONZ!!!

warnings: fear of abandonment, ignoring, wah wah sad stuff but yippee happily ever after :D!!!!

Hanako 🌺 and Teru 🤺 with an s/o who has a fear of abandonment (gender neutral):

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Hanako 🌺:

"for we are like glue, stuck together forever."

hanako briefly knew about how you would get about the people around you

lil ol' you cant help but think of every possible outcome or aspect of the people you meet, if you didn't then you'd prolly go crazy and you'd be unprepared for any misfortunate upcoming events

as of recently, your beloved ghostly love has been quite busy with his supernatural schedule. meetings, rumors, keeping the school in order and in shape! it's tough being number 7!

he doesn't like that he has to spend less time with his partner but he is doing his best!! hakujoudai always helps y'all keep in touch, so does writing letters!! what a cute couple~

though you appreciate the sweet gestures from your boyfriend, you have been feeling like he is running out of love for you

you two normally cuddle and kiss like over five times a day, nowadays you barely get to peck each other's cheeks

sure you may be overthinking this but you never know the outcome!! you gotta be prepared!!

as time went on it kept getting worse, you two barely hung out anymore. he was the main subject of the day, now he was just another thought you kept in mind just in case

he's been meaning to talk to you about his absence but due to his ghostly duties (haha i said duty) he couldn't. believe me he is very upset that he can't speak with you at the moment and he's trying his best!! but alas, your thoughts took over

you came to visit him during a meeting, thankfully it was nearing the end of it and he was wrapping up the conversation. the small salty drops were beading up in your sullen eyes as your eyebrows were upturned, accompanied with your quivering lips that were too scared of saying of anything wrong

he noticed that you came to visit, a smile on his face but it slowly transitioned into a sadder expression when he saw your emotional face. once the meeting was officially over, he came over to you and quickly hugged you, murmuring these words as he kissed your sweet face, the face he missed so deeply. "im so sorry we've been apart for so long my love, im here now. tell me everything"

Teru 🤺:

"leaving you is like having my heart torn to pieces"

while you may not know it, teru reads your emotions very well and knows when you've been overthinking your relationship with him

he's tried his best to be a good boyfriend and spend the most of your time together, if he ever has any time with you

teru is a busy man. he has student council work, exorcist stuff, being the school prince, a lot is on his shoulders! he tends to get carried away with work a ton

he has been quite dry recently as well, his texts have been so lifeless.. you've wondered if a certain ghost decided to snag his phone and slide up on his contacts

you've also noticed that he has been getting more attention from his fans at school, it reminded you how much attention he had before the two of you started dating. you've also specifically seen more confessions towards him, it all seemed strange since the news about you two stuck to everyone like a piece of tape that would not get off of paper

with all of this, you felt less than. to you, it was clear that he didn't love you anymore, he just kept you around because he pitys you. you felt like decoration when you stood next to him, even when you two were alone

one day you finally decided to talk to him about this, you knew he was staying late for work as per usual. with balled up sweaty fists and a nervous mind, you walked inside that student council room

"hm? oh s/o!! come in!!" that charming smile of his always made your heart flutter. you sat down with him as you too a look at how busy he was, analyzing the paperwork on his desk

"yeah it's a lot- these are up for debate on the-" "teru, can we talk..?" your voice shook his head, he listened to what you had to say. he was still holding the pencil he had in hand and it made you sad, how he was right there next to you and yet he didn't fully pay attention to you, his lover.

you started to unravel about how you've been feeling recently, how these thoughts tricked you into thinking about how you boyfriend didn't have room for you anymore. he payed close attention to your tone, letting you finish and noticing how you tried your hardest to not let everything loose

he cupped your face, his thumb wiping away those sad tears of yours. it pained him to see you like this, he would do anything for you. and if that means to cut back on his duties, then that he will do. "dear, im sorry about all these things that have caused you pain.. i will help you go through this, and that it won't happen again.." his soft lips touched yours, making you feel loved again.

I HAD A BLAST WRITING THIS- HOPE YOU ENJOY!!

-ooga :D