Sooo uhhhh uhhmmm... 👉👈 In case if you're ever open to fic's request. Will you perhaps accept my suggest for a (sfw) Bojack x gn!reader pretty please,, HCs or drabble is fine- /gen
Bojack horseman x gn! reader
a/n: hello darling!! thank you for being my first request🤍🤍 Sorry for any incorrect grammer, English isnt my first language. I made this extra long just for you, enjoy :)
Warning: Substance abuse (alcohol), self sabotaging, slight manipulation
Every celebrity you'd see on TV would always give the same story over and over again.
"We met at the local Cafe and instantly knew we were destined"
"My husband and I are actually high school sweethearts"
"It was like love at first sight"
Yeah.. as if thats true. You know it was all a facade for TV ratings and appearances. You're smart enough to know how these celebrities would put on their masks to hide the life that's tucked deep away into the lies and stories of the perfect life they tell. They could at least make it believable, "love at first sight," yeah right.. There's nothing in this world that'll make you believe that.
But then you got invited to that party..
Everything happened so fast. One minute you're talking to your friend, slightly scolding her for forcefully inviting you this party, the next you're standing in the corner, arms covering your torso that clearly shows the discomfort you're feeling.
"I can't believe she just left me here.." The same friend who begged you to come to this party is now the same friend that ditched you to talk to some of the high profiled people she spotted through the dancing crowd, leaving you and your thoughts alone in the corner you're in. At least it's not too bad.. I can just chill here..blend in with the crowd.. A man who's obviously drunk suddenly came into your peripheral, taking off his shirt and throwing it to God's knows where, shouting incoherent sentences that's too difficult to hear over the blasting music.. wait is that Sarah Lynn's latest song?
yeahhh.. no, I need to get out of here. You scurried through the moving crowd to get to the nearest exit. Your friend be damned, she can find her way home herself. You slightly moved people out of your way, trying to find those big doors that led you here. Or did you come in from there..? You stopped to look around, those big doors are nowhere in sight. Groaning to yourself, you settled on the door that's directly in front of you, maybe someone's who's in there can tell you where to leave? Worth a shot, anything to leave this loud party, you can already feel the headache coming.
You turned the door knob, opening the door and quickly closing it. You turned your head to reveal a bedroom, a nice one. You take it in, the big windows on the side of the room, the king sized bed in front of you, the artwork above the bed, its.. nice, it's not overwhelming. Simple, but nice. And its also empty.. great. Now who can you find that'll point you the right way out of here?
"Todd.. is.. is that you? God I'm so drunk"
You quickly turned your head to where the sluggish voice is coming from, slowly making your way to the source. You're faced with a bathroom door that's slightly creaked open. "uhhh..hello?" you started to slowly widen the gap of the bathroom door, fully opening it. The harsh bathroom lights makes you squint your eyes, due to them being adjusted to the dark that engulfed the room. What you're faced with is a horse, a drunken horse, that's hunched over the sink, palming his face. You stood, hesitating if you should leave. "Hey man.. are you okay?" You said softly, trying to not startle the drunk horse-man that's in front of you.
"Wha.. You're not Todd.. Where's Todd.." The horse-man now looking at you with glazed eyes. "I don't know who's Todd.. Hey do you think you can tell me where the exit is..?" You look at the horse-man, getting a good look at him. Wait a minute..
"Hey, aren't you that horse from horsing around?" You're met with a long groaning that came from the horse-man. "What do you want an autograph? A picture, or selfie, or whatever you guys say.. I need to lay down" The horse-man, now stumbling to walk past you, dismisses your confusion. The only thing on his mind is his bed. "..Let me help." You walked to his side, helping him balance his walking and leading him towards the bed. You helped him onto the bed, or at least tried, his crushing weight making it hard. After helping him get settled comfortably, you stand there, awkwardly. "Well I think I should go, hope you feel better in the morning" You turned, starting to make your way to the bedroom door. "w..wait" You stopped, turning your head to look at him. "..yeah?" You looked at him, confused but not too harsh, he's drunk after all. "Thanks.. for uh.. helping" The horse-man says, almost in a calculated manner. "Uhh yea, it's no problem" You said quickly, wanting to leave this awkward interaction.
After you and Bojack met at his party, he started to invite you himself, to more of the parties he throw. Reluctantly, you go anyway, not wanting to seem rude. You'd go to his parties and catch up with him, chatting about how you both been. Slowly those catch-ups turn into something more.. personal. You both talked about your lives, comparing them and joking how they're so different. That turned into him calling you in random hours, just wanting to hear your voice. In some weird way, you soothe him. You're the calm in his obscene, hectic and draining life. He liked that you're subtle, you make his erratic mind go quiet. He could talk to you for hours on end, never getting bored. And the crazy part? He's invested in you and your life. He doesn't make the conversations about him or his problems, he wants to know all there is to you. And soon a relationship developed.
Now of course, no relationship is perfect, especially one with Bojack. But there is effort he puts in, and you appreciate the steps he takes to prevent his usual behaviors from affecting the relationship.
Bojack always tries to think of his words before their said. He would hate himself (more than he already does) if he says something that would bother you or worse, hurt you. He can't stomach the idea of hurting the person he cares about deeply.
Bojack tries to call you before he drinks. You said multiple times how you hated the way he drinks. It's never just one or two drinks, it's damn near 3 bottles that he chugs down, making his destructive behaviors worse. He knows the damage he can do when he's under the influence.
Bojack would spend most of his nights at your place, claiming that it's so he can get away from drama that fills his life. His sleeping habits would magically improve by a lot.
Bojack swears up and down that his life suddenly gotten better the moment you two met. He calls you his "mojo"
Bojack feels like he's finally at a stable place in his life, he feels like he can breathe and function regularly
Bojack thought about going to rehab, he knows you hate his habits and he doesn't want to keep worrying you.
Bojack believes that he doesn't deserve you. You're too good for someone like him. He tries his best to be the person you deserve
Bojack actively tries to avoid arguments, he knows how he can be, but when there is arguments he'll tell you to go find better and leave. (He doesn't want you to leave)
Bojack gets jealous whenever he sees you laughing with someone else, the sight of you smiling because of someone else drives him crazy and puts him in a bad mood. He doesn't mean to, but he'll unknowingly take some of his anger out on you by avoiding you and pushing you away.
Bojack who goes back to you in need of comfort. He doesn't mean to do the things he do, he swears he'll stop (he wont) but all he needs right now is you
It definitely wasn't love at first sight ..but who are you to tell people different?
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