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mazeofyeni · 3 months

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📳 ... [021524] CECE INSTAGRAM LIVE HIGHLIGHTS ... !

LOCATION: sm building

PARTICIPANTS: cece ft. ten ( voice ) + haechan

♡ … REACTION TO TENS SONG FT. PHONE CALL WITH TEN !

"it's kinda scary." she laughed watching the video. "he sounds so good though." she watched the video with a proud smile. "he dances so good." she took a peek at the comments. "water? that's the other one." she said. "you want to watch that one next?" she read, waiting for the responses. "okay , let's finish this one first." she turned back to the screen. "ah that was it." she said, hitting pause so the next song wouldn't play. "it was so go good, ten oppa did a really good job, i really like his vocals." she gave the camera a thumbs up. "let's watch the other one, everyone wants me to."

she finished the performance video clapping. "it's really good , it has that sexy feeling." she laughed. "czennie don't take that the wrong way." she made an x with her hands. "don't." she said , reading the comments. "oh?" she read a comment. "no he isn't stop joking?" she laughed, until she seen his comment. 'sexy feeling?' he heard it. "yah, oppa, get off!" she exclaimed. "why would you guys set me up, you should've said he was on here." her face was red , just as her phone rang. "it's him." she said answer. "ciara my baby." she smiled. "oppa , congratulations on your debut." he thanked her. "did you like it." she hummed. "it was really good." she said. "sexy?" she whined. "stop it." he laughed. "you're gonna come to my fan concert?" he asked. "maybe , i don't think im busy that day." she said. "cheer for me in the crowds okay?" he said. "okay , i'll cheer loudly." she said. "say bye to czennie before you go." she said. "bye czennie, listen to my new song , cece said it was sexy." her ears were red. "oppa!" he laughed. "bye bye ciara my baby." she hung up. "he's crazy just like the rest of them."

"please show his song , it's really good." (yes this in me promoting my man , stream nightwalker )

♡ … NINGCE CRUMBS !

"im gonna post some pictures to Instagram today , let's see which ones." she opened her gallery, going through all her recent photos. "i haven't really been taking many photos of myself , i already have so many that i haven't even posted, they're just collecting dust in my gallery and taking up my storage." she also deleted a few. "okay some of storage is back, let's find one."

"oh!" she said. "this isn't one of just me." she said showing the camera her phone. "it's ningning!" she said. "this is when we went to jeju together." she slid to the next screen. "isn't she so cute." she smiled. "we always wanted to go to jeju together so when we had free time , we went for the weekend." she explained. "oh should i post these?" she said. "let me text her and ask." she sent a quick message turning to the camera. "what did we do?" she read the question. "we ate really good food , and we spent time together at the house we rented , it was so relaxing and fun , i had a good time , i hope we can go again." she picked up her phone since it had rang. "she said it was fine , great!" she said.

"i'll post these after the live , i promise."

♡ … NEW MUSIC !

"my food is on it's way." she said , reading comments. "new solo music spoiler?" she read. "it probably won't be for a while." she watched the comments fill up with people asking why. "well i mean , because of nct dream , we've been working on our comeback and so many other things for you guys , so i'll be busy with that , but maybe if i get the chance i will love to put out some music for you guys."

"actually there's a new song , i want to show you guys , it has a special guest on it , we worked on it a few months ago , we both wrote our own parts and i even helped arranged it , it's probably one of my favorites." she smiled. "i can't show you guys cause i don't have it , and cause they'll scold me if i keep spoiling things." she laughed.

"so let's just be patient and wait , it will come soon , i promise"

♡ … HAECHAN BRINGING HER FOOD !

"wait a minute, my food is here." she got up, answering the door , being met with haechans goofy smile. "yah , why did you highjack my food." she laughed. "because i wanted to surprise you." he said walking into the room , she closed the door sitting down. "i seen you earlier though?" she said. "only for a little bit , I'm on my way out." he said. "you're going home so soon?" he nodded sitting the food down. "i've been here too long." she nodded. "and how did you get my food?" she questioned.

"i was walking by , when i saw a staff about to come in here and i knew you were live." she hummed. "so you stole it." he nodded , she could his smile even past the mask. "what is it?" he asked. "it's pho , I ordered it before getting on live so , I'm gonna eat it on here and talk to czennies." he waved to the camera. "hello czennies." he waved. "he can't take off the mask , cause he didn't shave." she laughed. "i wasn't planning on being on camera." he said. "take it off , it looks good." she said, but he shook his head. "not today." he said. "already im gonna go." he said , bending down to hug her. "bye bye cece." he dramatically cried she rolled her eyes. "stop." he pulled away. "check your messages later." she nodded. "bye bye czennies." he waved , before leaving out.

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yanderepuck · 6 months

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Kinktober Day 31

WELCOME BACK SLUTS. It's that time of the year you've been looking forward to. As always, Kinktober is hosted by your local Napoleon simp @xxsycamore

If you would like to read Kinktober 2021 and 2022 they are here

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Day 31 - Monsterfucking/Non-human Characters | Sexual Roleplay

"What do we have here?"

That was the first thing you heard to start off your day. And it was followed by a finger looking under the choker you were wearing.

You always wore them back home, and when you came through the door you thought you had lost it, but you managed to find it at the very bottom of your bag. Now that you had it back you wanted to wear it. But clearly that was a mistake.

It was Dazai that you came face to face with. He saw you walking by with it and curiosity got the better of him as always. He pulled you to him with just that finger.

He made you tilt your head up to look at it better. Then he does that cute smile of his when his eyes close and he looks like he's up to no good.

"Now I see why Theo-san calls you hondje," he definitely butchered that word.

You pout at him and pull his finger away from the collar. "I'm not a dog."

"No. But maybe a cute kitten. Maybe if I call you koneko he'll be scared of you so I can have you to myself," he does that smile again. He's definitely thinking of something.

"Koneko?" You aren't sure if that's any better than him never seeming to remember your name. "You do know that my name is-"

"Koneko it is!" He cuts you off before you can finish and pats your head. "If only you had cute little ears to scratch," he pets on your head where two cat ears would possibly sit. "Then I bet you would purr."

You started to get flustered. Where is he getting at here.

"I... I need to get started on my chores, Dazai-sama," you slowly step away from him and go do what you need to do.

Maybe wearing a choker was a mistake, because you also didn't hear the end of it from Theo. He only stopped because you threatened no pancakes for a week if he kept going on. At least you have the upper hand in some way.

For the rest of the day any time Dazai saw you, he immediately called you 'koneko'. You have no way to get the upper hand with Dazai. But being called a kitten is much better than anything Theo would be saying.

You wear the choker for the next few days, each day getting some sort of comment about it from Dazai. Doesn't he have anything better to do?

You make your rounds delivering rouge and blanc to the guys at different times. Normally Dazai goes to the kitchen and gets his whenever he pleases but you haven't seen him yet today, which you were starting to think was a relief, until you realize you have to find him to make sure he drinks blanc.

You check around the garden and in the library. You even try looking in the game room to see if hi and Arthur might be playing chess, but nothing. Finally you check his room. He's never there but you guess it's the most logical place to look.

And there he is. Sitting at his desk writing. Now this is a rare sight. You walk over, not wanting to disturb him and set the bottle on his desk.

Dazai put his pen down to look at you. "What a pleasant surprise, koneko," he smiles up at you.

Each time he calls you that you think you get more and more flustered. Why is he getting to you.

Dazai has caught on too. His smile turns to a smirk and his finger loops around the choker just like he did the first time.

He pulls you closer. Slow enough where you have a chance to swat his hand away and back up, but close enough that once he stops pulling you are leaning over him. He had to put your hands on him to stop yourself from falling onto him.

You can feel how flushed your face is, which means he can see how flushed your face is.

"Dazai-sama, I... I," you couldn't get your words out

His normal joking tone of voice got deep and soothing. "What is it koneko? You can speak."

You're so close that when he spoke your lips brushed together. He reaches behind the choker and turns it around so the ring in the back is now in the front. He hooks his finger in it, giving it more of a tug.

You moan. Wait. Was that out loud? You get even more red when you realize you moaned. Outloud. To Dazai

"That's what I wanted to hear," his other hand moved things to the side on his desk. As he stood up, he pushed you against his desk. "Can you do that again for me," his lips got closer to your neck, kissing the bare skin around the choker.

You moan again, each kiss gets another moan out of you. Your bodies are against each other but he still keeps his finger on the ring.

"They are like little purrs," he teases. Dazai presses his body against you more, putting his knee between your legs. You have your hands holding the edge of the desk, worried that you might fall backwards despite Dazai having a good grip on you.

"Dazai-sama," you gasp and without realizing start to grind against his leg.

He starts to unbutton your shirt, kissing along your shoulders as he drags the fabric off of your body. He happens to glance at the blanc sitting on his desk. "I think you'll taste much better."

You feel his fangs graze across your skin but he doesn't bite you. You begin to take Dazai's clothes off, until you both end up with a pile of fabric on the floor, including everything, even your underwear.

Dazai's lips trail to your chest and he seems thoughtful. He opens a drawer and moves things around looking for something. He closes that one and opens another, never letting the ring go.

He can't find what he is looking for and drags you over to a small dresser. At some points he tugged a little rough, getting you to moan.

"Finally," he pulls something out. It doesn't look like anything special, just looks like ribbon. It's not wide enough to blindfold you. What could he-

He loops the ribbon through the ring, finally letting it go with his finger. He gives the ribbon a few rough tugs to make sure it's going to stay.

"Now you're on a leash," he wraps the ribbon around his hand a few times to keep it short.

You feel your cheeks redden again.

"Good girl," he kisses you on the lips, causing you to absolutely melt into his touch. He leads you across the room again, taking you to his bed and taking the rest of his clothes off.

You couldn't help but stare at him. You wouldn't have guessed he has such a defined figure under his clothes.

"You're going to be obedient for me, right koneko?" He grabs your jaw and makes you look up at him.

You nod your head, "Y-Yes," you almost forgot how to talk for a moment.

"Good girl," he lengthens the ribbon just enough to be able to push you back on his bed, but immediately shortening it as he gets on top of you, getting between your legs.

His hands go up your body, wanting to feel every inch of you. Then he feels you down, pulling on the ribbon as he grabs your hips. "Now stay still," he holds you in place as he slides into you.

You try to tilt your head back but the ribbon is taut, your moan still comes out. "Such a pretty koneko," he slides himself all the way in, pushing your legs farther apart so that he can be flush against you.

"Ahh..hh," you bite your lip not expecting for his cock to be so long. He stays still for a moment, his cock twitching inside you, your walls clenching around him.

You try to move your hips to get some friction but he holds you down into the mattress. "I told you to stay still," he pulls on the makeshift leash more and you feel your choker squeeze you. You would think it would hurt but it makes you moan.

Content with seeing your body start to squirm, he starts to thrust into you. You let out a yelp as he thrusts in, each one being rougher than the previous.

He looks down at your reddened face and smirks. He leans down and kisses you hungry, absorbing your moans into his mouth.

"You feel better than I imagined, koneko."

This is the first time you've heard that deep voice and it's wonderful. You didn't think just a voice could get you turned on.

His lips trail down to your neck and to your chest, nipping at your skin. You push your chest up into his face and look down, watching his fangs drag across your skin.his thrusting never stops, it doesn't even slow down.

He gently bites your chest before finding a better spot just above your nipple to bite.

You were expecting it to hurt, for it to be painful, not for it to feel amazing. You moan louder as pleasure flows through your body. You never expect a vampire's bite to be so pleasurable.

Your walls clench around his cock, and you yell out as the bite helps you reach your climax, but Dazai isn't stopping. He licks up the blood that is coming from your wound. You drape your arms over this back, keeping him close.

"Ungh..you taste so good, koneko," he moans into your ear and gets rougher. He tugs on the ribbon more, he might as well be tugging on the choker itself for how short he's made the ribbon.

"I hope you wear this for me all the time," he finally loosens his grip and moves the choker to bite you on the neck.

You moan again, louder this time. Your nails scratch up his back, surely leaving long marks behind his shoulders. He thrusts roughly just before cumming. That extra taste of blood bringing him to the edge

As he rides out his high, his fangs go deeper into you and take even more blood. He takes his fangs out of you at the same time he stops moving.

You both pant. Looking up at him you see your blood on his lips and can't help but sit up and kiss him roughly.

Dazai pulls out of you, laying beside you in his bed, letting the ribbon go. He didn't want to accidentally tug on it when you now have a fresh wound in your neck.

After a few minutes of laying there, you realize it's only the middle of the day and you still have things you need to do, but you and your body can't agree on moving just yet

Writers notes: *looks at this fic compared to the rest of kinktober* so I think we all know what MY favorite kink is

#ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikevamp dazai #kinktober

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landinoandco · 3 years

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|Shutter speed|

Chapter one : A staring contest with an attractive stranger

{Lando Norris x Reader}

Summary: A photographer. A pair of F1 drivers. Triangles. A sticky situation of morals and fighting fate. What could go wrong?

Warnings: None :)

Rating: Teen and up

Word count: 1.5k

A/n: hey guys, welcome to Shutter Speed!! A love triangle between LN DR and reader (in this story reader is called Georgie.) This is my first f1 fanfiction so any feedback/suggestions are very welcome or if you just want to add comments, reactions - anything goes!! Thank you for reading and enjoy :)

Chapter one: A staring contest with an attractive stranger ...

It was raining in London. Not that that was out of the ordinary - even in the beginning days of July. Today the weather had decided to imitate that of mid-March, the rain crashing down like the heavens had opened up above and the wind cheekily chasing tourists and commuters indoors then proceeding to race eagerly through the streets, nipping at any ankles of those who were lagging behind the rest.

Lando Norris was out with his trainer when the rain started, enjoying the freedom of a 2 week break before the highly anticipated British Grand Prix. They rushed down the alleyway they had found themselves on; until they came across a little coffee shop tucked away in the corner - 'The Little London Stop.' Jon nodded to confirm to Lando that this would be just fine - as he opened the door, a small bell rang just above his head and instantly they were hit by a comforting warmth and the smell of freshly made coffee.

He quickly slid onto one of the benches, facing out onto the shop. It was typically London, designed with someone's Instagram feed in mind, plants hung precariously from the rafters along with many singular light bulbs that casted at atmospheric glow around the room.

Opposite him, on the other side of the room sat the only other person in the shop, she sat with her back to them. Her messy mousy brown hair tumbled in waves down her back, her gaze on the rain rushing down the alleyway - her chin resting on the heel of her hand.

Georgie had been sitting in that exact spot for longer than she would care to admit. Escaping the pestering grasp of her best friend and roommate Maisie; they were both photographers - partners in an online business they set up when they first left college as they prepared to take on the world. Pre-covid it had flourished and the pair had been travelling up and down the country, from events like weddings to festivals. Post-covid however - this was where their problems had started and why Georgie was currently hiding in a coffee shop. Work had become as dry as her love life, events had been cancelled for another year and wedding guest numbers had been limited. For weeks they had been sending their portfolios to any event organiser they could find and for weeks they kept being turned away.

She tore her eyes from the flooding streets and back to her open laptop - she was completely stuck, where to even start? Georgie nibbled on the on her bottom lip and sighed before rubbing her hands over her face - she was really looking for a miracle to happen.

Lando was completely intrigued by the girl. It wasn't until Jon snapped his fingers in front of Lando's face that he realised he had been staring.

"Right, sorry." Lando mumbled, a red flush creeping up his neck and he moved his gaze to the wooden table, wringing his fingers together. "What were you saying?"

Jon chuckled at his young boy antics and shook his head, "I wasn't, you were staring and it was weird. I picked you up this green smoothie - lots of vitamins and-" But Lando had switched off again, he couldn't help himself as his eyes locked back onto where they had been before. It was like something was drawing him to her - hell, he didn't even know what she looked like.

"Are you going to go and speak to her?" Jon's voice broke his trance yet again.

"Wha-what?" Lando looked up at his trainer, his innocent eyes widening at the thought. "I-I-"

Jon scoffed and rolled his eyes, "You are such a teenager."

"I'm not a teenager." Lando hit back, "I'm 21. I can drink in the US now, you know."

"Then start acting like it." Jon scolded but the corners of his mouth quirked up, he had known Lando for years and he had not changed once. A hopeless romantic at heart but acted like a deer caught in the headlights as soon as anyone of the opposite gender even glanced his way. Any girl would be lucky to have him but unfortunately for Lando he always found himself drawn to the type that would take his heart whole and would leave, shattering it into millions of pieces for Jon to find and piece back together again. It was through no fault of the girls in question, they would make their intentions very clear but Lando - being who he was - would always jump head first without looking ahead or the consequences of his actions.

On the plus side, Lando came back stronger each time but it left him with an even stronger longing for that care and affection that everyone around him seemed to have.

His heart raced as he looked over at Jon, a determined look was set on his face. "Fine. I'll do it." He stood up, legs wobbling slightly as the adrenaline flooded through his veins - he had cleared the table when reality decided to walk through the door. He turned on his heels and sat back down. "Nope. Maybe another day." His voice wavered slightly.

Jon looked at him with sympathy and slight second hand embarrassment - not that Lando needed to know that.

Georgie looked over her shoulder at the commotion happening behind her - there were two young men sitting across the room from her. One was clearly older than the other and was looking at him in utter bemusement - she followed his gaze...

Georgie inhaled sharply, she was met by a pair of crystal blue eyes - of which lit up when he realised that she had looked over. Georgie simply didn't know what to do with herself as she seemed to be stuck in a staring contest with an incredibly attractive stranger. She managed to tear her eyes away to look at him properly; a mop of dark brown curls sat dripping onto the table (still wet from the torrential downpour), an olive complexion and an innocent sparkle in his crystal blue eyes. She offered him a shy smile, a rose tinge coating her cheeks. He gave her a lopsided grin in response.

There was an overwhelming feeling that drew Georgie to this stranger, it wasnt anything she had experienced before - not even when she had been with him.

A cold chilling suddenly rushed down her spine, almost like she had been standing in the rain falling outside. A pang of guilt filled her stomach, she dropped her gaze and bit her lip. How could she ever think of him like that, compare him to a stranger she didnt even know the name of.

A ring broke her train of thought, her phone lit up with Maisie's name. She inhaled slowly to ground her feelings before answering, trying to sound as normal as possible.

"Hey Maise -"

"I've done it." She heard Maisie shout down the phone, followed by a relieved laugh.

"Done what, sorry." Georgie prompted, rubbing her eyes. She could feel the boys' eyes on her, resisting the urge to turn around; she closed the lid of her laptop and placed it in her bag.

"I've only gone and gotten us an event to go to this weekend." Maisie replied as casually as she could muster. Georgie paused. A large grin that would challenge the Cheshire cats'.

"Where and how?" Georgie felt a weight lift from her shoulders, it didn't matter what Maisie had signed them up for, it was a start. A fresh start.

"Look, I have a call with them any minute so I'll have to explain when you get back. It's at the Goodwood festival of speed." Maisie paused.

"Goodwood Festival of speed." Georgie echoed - she could hear ringing in the background.

"Got to go, final things to sort out. I'll see you later." With that she hung up, leaving a delighted Georgie frozen in place, until she found her senses and packed up as fast as she could. All thoughts of the boy across the room - gone.

He sat, puzzled, as he watched her rush out the door and into the rain - calling out a muffled 'thank you' as the door swung shut behind her. His brows drew together as he looked into his lap, before saying quietly to Jon: "It was the Goodwood Festival of Speed she just said, didn't she?"

"Yes." Jon answered shortly, looking down at him in fascination.

"Isn't that where I am this weekend?" Lando looked up, hope swelled in his chest.

"Yes, it is."

Lando looked longingly out of the window, beaming. He knew it was silly to get so hopeful - there were going to be thousands upon thousands swarming around Goodwood. He stood up and turned to Jon - "Lets go."

"But you haven't drank your smoothie -"

Lando was already at the door, bouncing on the balls of his feet. Jon grabbed the smoothie and tittered, following after him.

You only live once, Lando thought. As it turns out he would get another chance this Saturday and this time he wasn't blowing it.

Chapter two: A new beginning

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alvacchi · 4 years

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Phantom Thief Hanako-kun AU Story: Chapter 9- Falling For You

I finally got to this part. This will be interesting.

Comments are appreciated! Thank you guys for reading. Enjoy!

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-Recap time!

-Previously, Yashiro, Kou, and Teru look for Mitsuba due to Kou worrying for him

-They found him safe and sound with Hanako who was disguised as Hana at the time

-Mitsuba's conversation with Hanako revealed a secret

-While Yashiro and Hanako decided to continue the deal they made, they both started feeling something for one another

-What will happen?

-Yashiro was still looking into Yako's case of Missing Misaki

-Yakoo and Satou were now reported as missing since there was no contact with them so far

-Other people seem to have been disappearing too and it was concerning

-As Yashiro was looking through the files at Tsuchigomori's detective agency one day

-Tsuchigomori suddenly told her that she was off the case

-Yashiro: "What?? Why?! Tsuchigomori-sensei! I can do this! I may not have found much so far but I haven't given up!"

-Tsuchigomori: "I know that. I've granted you permission but Yako-san had told me that there is a police detective who volunteered to help her out. I don't know much of the details but the detective was just recently discharged from the hospital. Since they're a professional, Yako-san put them in charge so I'm afraid you don't have much of a say. You're still an apprentice, Yashiro-san."

-Yashiro was not pleased.

-Yashiro: "Can't I still do something about the case though?"

-Tsuchigomori: "They will be coming here in a few days to pick up the case files so perhaps you could speak with them."

-Yashiro: "Alright!"

-The door to the agency opened at this moment

-Yashiro turned her head from Tsuchigomori to see her best friend Aoi coming in

-Aoi would come by the agency once in a while to check up on Yashiro

-Yashiro: "Aoi!"

-Aoi: "Nene-chan, I'm here to visit~! How are you doing?"

-Yashiro: "I've been pretty busy. Actually, this is perfect timing. I've been meaning to talk with you about something. Let's go grab a drink!"

-Aoi: "Oh?"

-Yashiro: "See you, Tsuchigomori-sensei!"

-Tsuchigomori did a nonchalant wave as they left the agency

-Yashiro and Aoi both went to a cafe outside to chat with each other

-Yashiro told Aoi what was troubling her and how she had been feeling lately

-Aoi: "You know what I think? You've definitely got a crush on Hanako~"

-Yashiro spat out her drink, choking a bit

-Yashiro: "WHAT?!"

-Yashiro's yell attracted attention from people around her and she quickly looked around and lowered her voice

-The people went back to minding their own business

-Yashiro: "How did you know I was talking about him? I didn't even mention his name."

-Aoi: "Who else have you been in contact with who has those traits and level of charisma? Nene-chan, I know you."

-Yashiro: "Indeed. You know me so well, Aoi"

-Yashiro put her head against the table as she internally cried

-Aoi: "Don't worry~ I'll keep it a secret ♡"

-Yashiro: "Aoi....it doesn't make any sense. He's not even my type."

-Aoi: "Hm that's true. But why not try confessing to him and see how that goes?"

-Yashiro flustered at her words

-Yashiro: "W-wait Aoi! You know what you're saying, right? I mean, he's a criminal."

-Aoi: "You don't have much experience with guys anyways. You always get fooled by a pretty face. I think it'll be good for you."

-Yashiro felt like she was getting stabbed in the heart by Aoi's words. She was spot on.

-Yashiro: [sweatdrops] "Eah well you're not wrong...I wonder if it's too soon though"

-Aoi: "Grab the chance when you can, Nene-chan!"

-And with that, they started talking about other topics and catching up

-Akane was still as usual attempting to confess to Aoi

-The topic of missing people came up in their conversation

-Akane mentioned to Aoi that he hasn't been hearing from Yamabuki-kun lately

-He actually insisted on coming with Aoi to the agency since he was worried something might happen

-Yashiro: "Eh? So, where is Akane-kun?"

-Aoi: "I put him to sleep~"

-Yashiro: "You what now, Aoi?!"

-Aoi: "It's okay. I'll be back to see him before he wakes up. Hanako's escape tactics are pretty useful~"

-Yashiro: [sweatdrops] "Aoi...."

-They finished up their conversations and drinks and headed off to their homes around sunset

-Yashiro was expecting Hanako tonight since a pink Mokke came earlier in the day

-She waited in her apartment until his arrival

-A knock at the window and Yashiro opened it up for Hanako

-Yashiro: [smiles] "You came."

-Hanako: [smiles] "Of course I did."

-Hanako hopped inside but he didn't sit down

-Hanako: "Hey detective, how about we do something different today?"

-Yashiro: "Different?"

-Hanako: "Let's go out."

-Yashiro fought her blush down as she realized he meant to go somewhere else

-Yashiro: "But isn't it pretty late to be going out?"

-Hanako: "Don't worry. I'm with you. And if anything happens, I'll protect you."

-Yashiro's blush surfaced from those words

-Yashiro: "Okay, let me get dressed first."

-Hanako waited down at the bottom of the apartment

-Yashiro finally came out and went to Hanako

-Yashiro: "Sorry to make you wait!"

-When Hanako turned to face her, the first thing he noticed was her hair

-Hanako: "You let your hair down"

-Yashiro: "You did mention it before. So where are we going?"

-Hanako: "I'll take you there. Follow me."

-Hanako took her hand and they started walking

-It took a while before they reached their destination

-The silence didn't bother each other though

-Rather, they felt comfortable in each other's company

-Hanako and Yashiro were now at the rooftop of a building, staring up at the night sky

-There wasn't really anyone around at this time

-Yashiro: "Wow, the stars are so pretty tonight."

-Hanako: "They really are huh."

-Yashiro: "Why this place?"

-Hanako: "You can see the stars clearly from here."

-Yashiro: "You've been here before?"

-Hanako: "Yeah, I held a heist here in the past."

-Yashiro: "Really?"

-Hanako: "Yep. I guess at the time, you weren't an apprentice yet. Detective Tsuchigomori was also at the heist. Good times~"

-Yashiro: "It sounds like you know Tsuchigomori-sensei."

-Hanako: "Haha I didn't mention it before but we had our own little conversations."

-A pause

-Hanako: "Hey detective."

-Yashiro: "Hm?"

-Hanako: "You're not seriously falling in love with me, are you?"

-Yashiro:

-Hanako: "I'm just recalling one of my conversations with the great detective. He told me once that if I kept up my behavior and actions, I may make someone seriously fall for me and hurt them, which is ironic since I'm a gentleman thief haha. Well you can forget that question--"

-Yashiro: "And what if that happened?"

-Yashiro couldn't keep her mouth shut

-Yashiro: "What if I really did fall in love with you?"

-Hanako's eyes widened in shock

-At first, his chest was filled with happy delight but dread quickly took over his body when his mind registered Yashiro's words

-Hanako: "...You're kidding."

-Yashiro: "I'm not! I think to Hanako-kun, I actually lo--"

-Hanako suddenly grabbed Yashiro by the waist and lifted her against his side

-Hanako: "A phantom thief and detective cannot be together. Not with me."

-Hanako started walking along the roof edge with Yashiro, the wind blowing in their direction

-Yashiro: "AHHH I'M GONNA FALL! I'M GONNA FALL!"

-Hanako: "Let the breeze calm you down. I'll let you down if you take back your words."

-Yashiro: "I won't! You said that you would protect me just earlier!"

-Hanako: "I did but--"

-Yashiro: "Is there a reason why you won't use my real name at all? I've told you before, didn't I?"

-Hanako: "I..."

-Yashiro: "Do you not love me back? ....You never really thought that I was cute?"

-Yashiro's tears were threatening to burst

-Hanako felt overwhelmed by the situation as he stared eyes wide at Yashiro's crying face

-His mind was in so much shock

-He accidentally let go of Yashiro

-And Yashiro

-She was falling

-Off the building

-A moment later, Hanako screamed in horror when he realized what he did

-Hanako: "YASHIRO!"

-He dived after her

-Yashiro was currently feeling like an idiot as she was falling

-She thought she got ahead of herself and confessed without thinking

-Hanako: "YASHIRO! GRAB MY HAND!"

-Yashiro snapped out of her thoughts to see Hanako reaching his hand towards her

-She was pissed that he decided to finally use her name after she called him out on it

-At this critical moment, she decided to be stubborn

-Yashiro: "NO! DON'T TOUCH ME!"

-Hanako: "WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?!"

-Yashiro: "YOU DON'T EVEN LIKE ME SO DON'T TOUCH ME!"

-Hanako was running out of time. They were about to hit the ground.

-Hanako: "LOOK! I'LL PROMISE NOT TO TOUCH YOU AGAIN SO PLEASE FOR THIS TIME LET ME SAVE YOU!"

-Yashiro widened her eyes as she reached her hand up for him to grab on

-Hanako held Yashiro as they floated down safely using his fancy garment as a parchute

-They stayed in each other's arms once they were on the ground, Yashiro burying her face in Hanako's shoulder

-It really wasn't fair

---

-Mitsuba had returned to his apartment earlier that evening

-When he opened the door, he wasn't expecting Tsukasa to be hanging out in his room

-Mitsuba: "What?! What are you doing here?"

-Tsukasa: "Now now don't be like that, Mitsuba~"

-Mitsuba: "I don't have any photos for you. Wouldn't you rather hang out elsewhere like the news department or something?"

-Tsukasa: "Sakura and the other guy aren't there right now. I don't feel like sneaking in. Besides"

-Tsukasa peered over at Mitsuba with his eyes that seemed to be an endless void

-Tsukasa: "I know what you've been doing, Mitsuba"

-Mitsuba felt complete dread and terror

-How did Tsukasa know?! He left his phone off for a reason!

-He thought he wouldn't get tracked that way!

-Unless

-Mitsuba touched his hair clip

-There could be a tracker in his hair clip

-Mitsuba felt like he was sweating his life away

-He was a fool to think he could get away from Tsukasa

-Tsukasa may have been spying on him

-Tsukasa: "You know..."

-Mitsuba snapped out of his thoughts to look at Tsukasa. To what he's holding in his hands

-Tsukasa was holding pictures of Kou that Mitsuba had taken before

-Tsukasa: "I noticed that this guy's important to you and he cares for you. Hey...what if he could experience what it's like to be dying?"

-Mitsuba flinched

-Mitsuba: "DON'T TOUCH THOSE!"

-Tsukasa stared him down

-Mitsuba: ".....please"

-Tsukasa grinned

-Tsukasa: "Don't worry Mitsuba! I like you! So that's why I got someone to make sure you stay safe!"

-Mitsuba: "What?"

-A person appeared behind Tsukasa

-Tsukasa: "Meet Shijima Mei! She's a police detective!"

#toilet bound hanako kun #jibaku shounen hanako kun #hananene #tbhk #jshk #yashiro nene #hanako kun #tsuchigomori #yugi tsukasa #mitsuba sousuke #akane aoi #jshk au #fanfic

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whatyourfathersays · 5 years

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Senorita → Brad Simpson (Part One)

A/N: hello! this is gonna be a very mini series based off of the music vide ‘Señorita’ by Shawn Mendes and Camila Cabello. Feel free to watch the music video first to get a general gist of what is going to happen.

Words: 4.5k, I got carried away

Brad runs a hand through his dark curls, pushing them off of his forehead as he walks into the small café on the corner street of Long Valley. A white vest top clung to his torso with ease, broadcasting his muscles perfectly. His trousers were black, contrasting his vest top well. Only he could look that good in such a simple outfit. Everyone in the café that noticed his presence instantly looked away from the towering, intimidating man.

It was a hot day in Long Valley, everyone out with their hats, sunscreen lathered on their skin to protect them from the heat, shorts on everyone's legs and minimal shirts on their body. It was a bold statement for someone to be wearing jeans, but Brad Simpson loved being that bold statement, always. From his retro motorcycle he'd bought five years ago when he turned eighteen to his leather jackets, skinny jeans, broad shoulders. There was always at least one reason to look at Brad Simpson, even if it was just for the pleasure of looking at such an attractive person.

He sits down on one of the booth chairs in the retro café. The floor was tiled with white laminate tiles, the walls tiled up too with a strip of red as a pop of colour. The faux leather on the booths' benches and stool tops were the same burgundy red, matching the marble counter that drinks were currently being served on as people craved the cold, refreshing drinks.

The only reason Brad had found himself at the café at the day's peak was because he had some friends to meet up with who were passing through town. They were usually moving from city to city, placing bets, getting with girls, doing drugs, drinking alcohol. Brad would much rather do that in the comfort of his own town, where he knew everyone had links to get whatever he wanted far as cheap and as soon as possible. But with their unexpected arrival in town, Brad had agreed to meet them after their absence in his life.

He looks over his shoulder as a girl in a pink uniform-dress walks out of the door separating the café's bar from the kitchen. Orders were usually taken at the tables if people were planning on staying to eat, while quick drinks were ordered at the bar. So, expectantly, the girl ghosts her eyes over the café before landing on Brad, the only table that she knew hadn't been served yet.

Brad was well enough known in Long Valley—whether for his reputation with girls or his reputation with his bold statements, he was known, and not for the greatest reasons. Everyone seemed to know Brad, or at least know of him. He was a brooding boy, a constant stoic and unreadable expression glued onto his perfectly porcelain features: he was pretty difficult to miss.

However, the waitress walked over with such confidence—head held high, shoulders up, back arched—that Brad couldn't help but raise his eyebrows at her, a smirk hinting on his lips. She had dark hair, it fell to her hips, complimenting the curves Brad could see from her uniform-dress. A name tag with her name on was actually hidden from his view by her long hair, which made him want to push her hair behind her ear—not only a way of flirting, but a way of knowing what her name was. He didn't though, for she opened her mouth to begin talking before he had the chance.

"Welcome to Retro Bites," she says, her voice confidence unlike other waiters and waitresses who have cowered under his intimidating gaze. He was impressed she was keeping her cool, and he wondered if she was even aware of who he is. "Are you ready for me to take your order or would you like a few more moments to decide?"

"You on the menu?" He drawls, his eyes looking her over again. There was no evidence of blush, no evidence of swooning, and he knew it was a first.

"I'll give you a few moments to look at the menu," she says, rolling her eyes discreetly but Brad noticed. He chose not to say anything to her.

"Who said I wasn't ready to order?" He asks, his voice slow as he smirks up at her. He was in no rush for her to leave or for this conversation to be over.

"You thought I was on the menu," she says bluntly. "So I'm assuming you've not looked through it. If you had have looked through, you'd know I'm not on the menu."

He raises his eyebrows, surprised. He wasn't used to people talking to him, never mind back chatting. Yet she continued.

"And your sexist, unwanted comments are also not on the menu, last time I checked," she says. "So, as I said, I'll give you a few moments to look over the menu and then I'll come back to take your order."

She gives him a final smile, a smile that anyone who had dared to look over and see the minor dispute that had just occurred would've thought meant she was apologetic, or sweet. They'd definitely not think it was a sarcastic smile as she intended, and Brad received.

"What's your name?" He asks her, giving her no chance to turn around and leave. Instead, she brushed her hair off of her name tag for him to look at, since she didn't want to verbally engage with him. "Well, (Y/N), you've got quite a mouth on you, haven't you?"

She rolls her eyes in response.

"The cold shoulder already? We've only just met," he teases her, getting under skin successfully. He wanted to see how long she would last before she snaps and shouts at him; she seems like a feisty one. "Pass me the menu?"

The menu was nearer to him than her, but he was just trying to be difficult. He wanted to see if she'd be a good employee, telling the customer they're always right, doing as the customer wants.

She grabs the menu she had stuffed in her uniform pocket, throwing it down to the table for him to read. It wasn't laminated like the one on his table. In fact, it was crumpled up and creased from its lack of use yet constant position in her pocket, and he was far from impressed by its poor state.

"I said—,"

"Get it yourself," she says dryly. "You're right next to it."

He pushes the menu she had given him back to her before grabbing the menu. She takes the chance to leave the table and go to serve a couple of elderly that had walked in. They were regulars, she knew their order off by heart.

(Y/N) was fully aware of Brad Simpson's antiques—in fact, she knew someone first hand that had experienced his bad attitude. Her best friend, Taylor, had been walking home one night after a shift at his own workplace. It was only ten in the evening, maybe even earlier, and Taylor was wearing his own earphones as he walked down the street minding his own business. That was until two motorcycles pulled up to the side of the road and beat him to a pulp and stole all the money he'd earned.

It wasn't a surprise when Taylor came home and told her that it was Brad, he knew from the light on the lampposts that reflected onto the motorcycle. From that day onwards, (Y/N) hated every inch of Brad Simpson, even if she'd never had the displeasure of meeting him.

That was, until today.

By the time he's read through the menu and actually decided what he wants, his two friends from out of town are sat with him, laughing about some story from when they were high in a city up in Scotland. The three of them were loud in the quiet café, drowning out the sound of the eighties music that (Y/N)'s boss had put on in the background.

She walks out backwards from the door separating the kitchen and bar once more, this time holding a tray of two cups of coffee and some fries for the elderly couple. She serves them quickly and smiles before leaving and scanning over the café.

She inhales deeply, hoping her co-worker would take Brad's table instead, but of course her co-worker was too engrossed on the level of Candy Crush that they were adamant on beating, despite the game being years old by now, and totally out of trend.

Sighing, she grabs her notebook and pencil from her waistband, walking over to Brad's table with a false smile. His two friends weren't overly attractive, both sporting a black leather jacket, black trousers and a black shirt, ink exposed on their neck as a toothpick was in their mouths.

"Hello, welcome to Retro Bites," (Y/N) sounded like a broken record, repeating the same mantra for the billionth time that day. "Are you ready to order?"

"Ready to order some'a that ass!" The guy the nearest to her grins, taking his toothpick out and looking her up and down.

"I'll have a tray of fries and a coke," Brad says, glancing up at (Y/N) who looked evidently uncomfortable. In the time he had watched her walking around, he had time to admire her body but also understand why she was so sassy with him. "These will have a beer each."

She nods slowly, writing down their orders on the notepad. "Is that everything?"

"Yeah," Brad replies, glancing at his two friends who were surprised Brad wasn't making an offensive comment about the waitress. He sighs, trying not to ruin his reputation too much. "So you can go now."

Don't need to tell me twice, she thought before turning around and taking the order to the kitchen.

Brad felt bad for his comment that he made the first time she'd taken his order—she was just doing her job, not there to be perved on by customers. Maybe the fact that she had the balls to stand up to him made him feel bad, realising it's probably not the best thing to do to someone. He'd never say that to her though, she seems like the kind of person to gloat over him apologising to her.

Once their order was ready, she took a tray full of their drinks and went back into the café, making a beeline for their table before handing the drinks out for them and placing the fries in the middle. Brad slaps a ten pound note onto the table, paying for the food and drinks.

"Keep the change. It's your tip."

Surprised she got a tip from him, she takes it anyway with a curt nod, saying her usual scripted monologue about how they should enjoy their food and always feel free to call her for assistance.

She puts the ten pound note into the cash register by the bar, grabbing the change and putting it in the charity box rather than her own pocket. It was only fifty pence, so she didn't see why she should've kept it when someone else, a charity, could have it instead.

Not long after, Brad and his friends had finished drinking, eating, and talking really loudly and were ready to go. Brad got up first, sliding out of the booth and glancing around the café for (Y/N). She was serving another group of boys, however they were much more respectful than him and his friends as she smiles and laughed along with their innocent jokes. Brad's eyes lingered on her a little longer before he moves his head to face his friends who were complaining about the heat as they walked through the door.

That wasn't the last time Brad went to Retro Bites.

Brad walked into Retro Bites seven days later, all on his own. It had been a quiet day at the small diner, with only a few people littering around on the seats—a man sat at the bar, crying to the barman about his cheating wife, a lovestruck teenage couple smiling in the back corner, a group of young adults all laughing loudly. And then there was Brad, dressed in a white button up and his infamous black trousers.

He could see no sign of the waitress he'd arrived at the diner to see, though he thought he'd sit down and have a drink while he was here. The food and drink was nice enough, pretty standard, but the waitress he wanted to see was what really made him come back here.

He gets served by a woman with blonde hair and a kind smile as she takes his order quickly, her eyes never meeting Brad's out of fear. His name had been littered around town too many times for anyone to have the balls to look him in the eyes anymore.

Except, of course, (Y/N).

As the blonde waitress hands him his drink, he catches a glimpse of (Y/N)'s hair as she pulled up into a messy bun before taking the tray of food she needed to deliver to a the teenage couple. Brad made eye contact with her as she walked by, his fingers ghosting the ring of his latte.

"Anything else?" The waitress asks, pulling his attention from (Y/N).

"I'll have some fries," Brad says, digging out some money and handing it to her. "Keep the change."

She nods, moving away and keeping the change for herself as she gets his order of fries ready to be cooked.

"Brad Simpson wants some fries," the blonde waitress had said to the chef once she was in the kitchen and out of hearing range. "Get them done fast, yeah?"

"Yes, ma'am," the chef says, nodding and getting the fries done within only a few minutes. People knew better than to leave Brad Simpson waiting for too long.

She takes the box of fries into the diner, putting them down in front of him but his eyes were fixated on (Y/N) again as she set down some drinks for an elderly couple. As the blonde leans down to put the fries on the table, Brad's moved to the side so that he could still see (Y/N), catching her attention for a few seconds before the blonde speaks again.

"Is that everything?"

"Yeah," Brad nods, glancing at the blonde before trying to find (Y/N) again but she was walking back into the kitchen once more. He curses silently to himself, taking a sip of his latte before preying his eyes on the door in hope to grab (Y/N)'s attention again.

"Brad Simpson was looking at you," the blonde waitress had said. "Be careful, (Y/N, you know what he's like."

"I know what he's like better than anyone," she says. Most people that had confrontations with Brad Simpson never spoke about them, except her friend, Taylor. "Don't worry, I'll be careful."

Her concerned friend and co-worker nods with a smile before tending to a table that had just been sat at. (Y/N) sighs before going out of the kitchen, too, where she sorts out the money in the cash register. She could feel eyes burning into her but she shook off the feeling as she takes money from her uniform that she got from customers and puts it into the cash register, putting her tips in to the charity pot.

They money was all stuffed in her pocket from when the diner had met rush hour and she didn't have time to put the money in the cash register. Now, it had quietened down significantly as it reached closing time.

"Hey."

(Y/N) looks up, startled. It was sudden, it was confident, and it was the voice of Brad Simpson. He sits down at the bar next to the cash register, looking at her as he puts down his plastic tray of fries.

"Want one?" He offers, his eyes showing no signs of malice. She shakes her head, though, looking back down at the money in her hands as she continues to sort out the register. "You sure? I don't offer my food that often."

"I'm sure, I'm not allowed to eat on the job," she replies, her voice soft and gentle, unlike the first time Brad met her. He liked the sound of her voice.

"I won't tell if you don't," he winks, shoving the fries towards her. "Besides, you look famished. You should get some food in your system."

She glances from the fries, to Brad, to the clock, before back to Brad as she pushes the fries back to him. "I finish in thirty minutes, I can wait until then to get my own food. But thanks."

"If you say so," he says, taking a fry and eating it. "How long you worked here?"

Long enough to know the intentions of assholes like you, she thought before shrugging. "Not sure exactly. Couple years, maybe."

"And I've never seen you before last week," he drawls, glancing over her once over. "Are you busy tonight?"

"Yes."

"What are you doing?"

"Pretending I'm busy so you don't ask me to hang out with you," she says bluntly, putting the cash away and closing the draw of the cash register.

He chuckles. "You've always got a witty comeback, hm? It's quite entertaining to listen." She stares at him blankly, not biting back with a comment because she does want to give him that satisfaction. "A friend of a friend of mine is having a party tonight. You should come."

Brad Simpson didn't request people's presence, he demands it. Most people would agree, comply, no questions asked, except (Y/N).

"I already told you, I'm busy."

"I'll keep you company, (Y/N)."

She felt weird at the sound of her name rolling off of her tongue, but she shoves the feeling deep, deep down to the pit of her stomach. "You're just giving more of a reason not to go."

"Wear something nice," he says, grabbing the receipt the blonde waitress had given him when he was being served. He turns it over, scribbling some words onto it. "Here's the address, it starts at nine. I'll be disappointed if you don't come."

He downs the rest of his lukewarm latte, putting the glass on the marble bar before winking at her, leaning the diner swiftly.

She picks up the receipt with the address written onto it, glancing once over it. She shook her head, digging it into the depth of her pocket.

(Y/N) hated the party as soon as she walked in. She knew no one other than Brad, who she hadn't even spotted yet. People were drinking and dancing and talking and taking lines on the windowsill, and she felt uncomfortable. It wasn't her scene, she knew that before she even arrived, yet she still came without a real explanation as to why.

She wore a black dress, one that flowed from the waist yet still showed off her entire figure perfectly. Her hair was curled as it sat by her breasts, she wore a bracelet on her wrist and a ring on her middle finger, and she wore hooped earrings. She felt stunning, she looked stunning.

"Hello, beautiful," a voice says in her ear and she turns around, hand raised in defence and surprise, thankful its only Brad. Her shoulders relaxed. "Knew you'd end up coming. Can I get you a drink?"

She looked over his outfit for a moment, taking in his appearance. He wore black jeans that were cuffed up at the bottom, a brown plaited belt to keep them up while a white shirt was tucked into his jeans. He looked good, she couldn't deny that, but she knew it wasn't enough to make him get what he wanted from her. She wasn't as shallow to go for someone over their looks.

"No. I don't drink."

He nods slowly, his arm going over his shoulder because he knew people were looking at him. More specifically, the guys who wanted to catch (Y/N)'s attention and the girls who wanted to catch his attention. Brad was making a statement, claiming her as his for the night, proving to make sure that no one tried it on with her.

They walk through the lounge of the party, more people bustled around as they dance and laugh and gossip and drink. He had ditched his red solo cup somewhere else a while ago, which made it easier to spin her around and hold her hands at arms' length.

"Dance?" He says loudly over the music and she nods, letting him pull her close.

Her arms were slung loosely over his neck, his hands on her waist as they swayed to the beat of the slow song that he had told the DJ to put on 'once he was dancing with the prettiest girl in the room'.

"Surprised you came tonight," he starts a conversation, his head looking downwards as he makes eye contact with her.

"Me too," she says. "Don't know why I did come, actually. I don't like it here very much."

They both knew why she came, but neither of them wanted to say it to one another. She would just deny it and he would rub it in her face.

He spins her around as the beat drops in the song. She only turns one hundred and eighty degrees, causing Brad to pull her back flush again his chest. His lips dipped down to her ear, brushing over and sending a tingling sensation over her entire body.

"You look very pretty tonight," he says in her ear quietly. "The dress suits you, it's nice seeing you out of your uniform."

He spins her again, she turns a few times before he pulls her back to his chest, this time so they're facing each other.

"If the only reason you invited me here tonight was to offer me compliments so I'll end up sleeping with you, then I'll be leaving," she says, pushing herself away from his chest.

He was surprised, never being rejected before. Nonetheless, he begins to play it off cool. "Who said anything about sleeping together?"

"I'm not stupid, I think I know your intentions," she shakes her head. "You forget that you're known around town a lot, I've heard the rumours about you."

Rumours. Rumours, rumours, rumours. He hated that word, he hated every letter of it. There were too many untrue rumours about him, that the word started to settle wrong in his bones. There was nothing he hated more than falsities.

"They're rumours for a reason," he says but she shakes her head. "But believe what you want."

She takes a few steps back. "I'm going to go home, this isn't my scene." He doesn't react, he just watches her move away from him before she turns and walks out of the house, glad that the visit was short.

(Y/N) walks out of her work, just finishing her final shift of the week. She was ready to go home, relax, take some time to herself. After the failed party the night before, she was still exhausted from getting ready to go out.

She walks through the door, pulling her jacket tight over her body. It was cold as the darkness began to settle over the blue skies, turning it navy and the clouds gray.

"Y/N)," Brad's voice startled here, always seeming to be welcomed by surprise. She turns to her left to see him leaning against his motorbike with his arms folded. "I came to apologise."

"For what?"

"Misleading my intentions," he says, pushing himself off of the bike as he walks over to her. She sighs, not wanting to engage in a silly conversation with him. It wasn't that serious, she had hoped he'd get the hint and would leave her alone though.

"I'm not bothered, Brad. You didn't have to drive all this way to apologise."

"I know, but it felt like it an apology was due," he says, lifting up sunglasses she didn't even notice he was wearing. "For my comments the first time we met, for pushing you to go to the party, for misleading you with my intentions."

"Apology accepted," she says, beginning to move forward but Brad steps in front of her. "What are you doing? I have a bus to catch?"

"What's your address? I'll take you home," he offers and she opens her mouth to object but he beats her to it. "Consider it a part of my apology."

She sighs, nodding only because it would be quicker for her to get home. She's compliant, following him to his bike before he hands her his helmet, causing her to frown.

"You're not wearing one?"

"I've been riding this bike for years," he says with a chuckle. "Don't need one, really. Besides, you should wear it so you feel safer."

She nods slowly, putting it on her head before clipping it together. She gets on the bike, sat behind him as he grips the bike handles, ready to leave.

"Hold on tight, (Y/N)," he says as he turns it on. "Don't want you falling off."

She sighs, holding on to his torso as she jokes. "I'm starting to think that this was your way of getting me to hold you."

He chuckles before getting her address and setting off, the roar of the engine loud in her sensitive ears as they drive through the streets of Long Valley. It was dark, street lights blocking out the shadows as they lit up people's faces. Barely anyone was walking on the sidewalks anyway, most people resorting to driving at this time of night. The few shops that were open were dimly lit and mostly empty, giving the town a barren feeling.

When they arrive at her address, Brad turns off the engine of his motorcycle and helps her off as she's a bit dizzy. He only knew he way to her house because he's known every inch of Long Valley since he was a little kid.

"Thank you," she says honestly once she's off of the bike and has her balance back.

"My pleasure," he says. "Maybe I'll see you around, (Y/N)."

#aesthetic #all night #brad simpson #bradley will simpson #connor ball #james mcvey #middle of the night #night and day #the vamps #the vamps aesthetic #brad simpson blurb #brad simpson imagine

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its-a-queer-thing · 7 years

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Hi again. It's not really your job to do this so you can ignore me if you want but I'm wondering if you can explain why everyone hates Trevor. A trans guy who helps homeless kids seems like an interesting character. Plus, I didn't realize till today he's played by an actual trans guy and that's super cool. (As someone who is nb afab it's really awesome to see!) I still haven't watched passed 5x8. He makes me want too but I don't wanna hate him. Also... can I just skip season 6 and be okay?

Hey love. I’m really hesitant to explain just because I don’t want to influence your opinion before seeing for yourself…

but I’m procrastinating hard so I’ll write my experience with Trevor’s character below the Keep Reading thing and if you want to read it now, go for it, and if you want to meet him yourself first then my opinion will be waiting for you after you finish season 7 :)

On the surface, Trevor is an amazing human. He’s trans and open about it, (and played by Elliot Fletcher who is also trans and in my opinion is a beautiful soul and talented actor) as you said he helps homeless LGBT+ youth, and he educates Ian on LGBT+ stuff that he is still ignorant about.

BUT

He is a serious ass and hypocrite. Trevor is sexually and emotionally manipulative, has a hair width temper, explodes at Ian for literally no reason, and is overall a really negative representative for the trans community. People online have said really disgusting things about the trans community because of Trevor. I, and other fans, have corrected people online who made nasty judgements about the trans community based on Trevor’s representation. They mostly say they don’t even WANT to understand queer gender identity/gender dysphoria because they assume that they are going to have their heads chewed off for making a mistake or have anxiety from fear that they are going to say something accidentally insensitive from their ignorance, because Trevor bites Ian’s head off multiple times sometimes for making insensitive comments and other times for no reason at all.

Now, Trevor isn’t always that bad. There are a few times that he provides some gentle guidance when Ian slips up, but a lot of times, he is that bad. And mostly he was chill when he was trying to get in Ian’s pants (so was being a smooth operator in my view), was an asshole when he wasn’t getting what he wanted, and didn’t chill out again until after they did fuck. And when they did finally have sex, Ian was so uncomfortable. Trevor asked him what his boundaries were and Ian said “my boundary is not getting fucked in the ass.” He had to smoke weed before having sex. No one should have to be inebriated to have sex, and I personally think that shows Trevor in a bad light for allowing Ian to go through with something he clearly didn’t want, and for not holding himself to a higher standard and simply finding someone who wanted him as badly as he wanted them. It’s not as though Trevor couldn’t pick up someone else. He even said as much when Ian freaked out at learning he was trans; Trevor said, “I don’t need your cis-gendered ass, I can fuck any guy here!” Well, what happened to that? Having Trevor incessantly pine after Ian, and be sexually manipulative about their friendship, painted a bad image of how desireable Trevor actually was and contradicted his claim that he could fuck whoever he wanted (which also paints a bad image on the trans community imo). A more positive message would have been for Trevor to go find someone else, be friends with Ian, and maybe be a little caddy and be like “yeah, see, this is what you’re missing out on!” We could see Trevor being desired, he could be in a healthy relationship to show that these kinds of relationships are possible for Trans people and are normal, and would have given Ian a true friend (and maybe even a chance for him to be like fuck! look at what I missed out on!)

Basically, Trevor wanted to prove a point to Ian that he was sexually desirable (which is fine) except that he took it to this level of ‘we can’t even be friends if we aren’t fucking.’ And Ian doesn’t have any friends, let’s remember, so he’s desperate for just about any friendship he can get now that Mickey, his best friend and lover, and Mandy, his best friend, are gone.

Had Trevor allowed their friendship to naturally evolve into more, I may have been on board. All he had to do was offer Ian some gentle guidance, keep being a shining light for the LGBT+ homeless, and be there for Ian when shit hits the fan… But he went the total opposite direction. There are several moments where I beg him to stop while he’s ahead and then there’s that one statement or one action that makes me genuinely dislike him because in those situations, had he stopped at X point in a scene, I would have been okay but then there’s always that point of no return that he crosses that makes me dislike him.

I’m sorry this turned into a rant. I have a lot of feelings about this character because the representation offends me as a trans ally. Not all trans representation is good representation and I think we have to be careful and picky about what kind of representation is accepted. I love that he is played by a trans actor… but reportedly, even Elliot Fletcher himself doesn’t like Trevor or the way he represents the Trans community (that’s what I’ve heard, at least. Some people have told me they saw him say as much on twitter or tumblr, I can’t remember which).

I think you can probably skip season 6 and be fine. There are still some important developments in season 6 and there are some good moments in there, but for the most part it’s my least favorite season and you can probably catch on to what happened from the season 7 recap and context of 7x01.

Much love, dear! If you do continue on with the series definitely send me your thoughts as you go! You know I love them!

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