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Hello! (She/her), 07🌙 Beginner writer Doing this just for fun💕

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Don't repress yourself |Chapter 1|

Harvey Dent x fem!reader Synopsis: Underneath it all Harvey feels lacking compared to his friend playboy billionaire Bruce Wayne. He automatically assumes you'd choose Bruce over him...who knows Content: Possessive Harvey Dent, pre-accident Harvey, self- sabotage, no smut this chapter. Not proof read

Harvey wasn’t an insecure man. He knew the effort it took to get to where he is today and took pride in it. He never felt the need to compare himself to other men that happened to be born with wealth and opportunities, until today. 

The gala was bustling with people. From reporters to the nouveau and vieux riche, the ballroom was crawling with opportunity. Bruce had planned this gala for him, to celebrate his first year as Gotham’s D.A. Everyone was here to see him, to celebrate his achievements, most of all he wanted to celebrate with you.

Though your relationship was fairly new Harvey couldn’t resist the urge to show you off. You looked absolutely dazzling in the color matched dress he insisted you wear to show everyone the two of you were a couple. And as if that wasn’t enough he mentioned you to everyone he came in contact with, praising you at every turn.

“Well, [name] has a degree in architecture, she’s assisting with the new design of….”

“My companion graduated top of her class I couldn’t imagine a better fit”

‘Yes she looks gorgeous indeed, thank you”

He couldn’t resist talking about you, the only question being. Where are you? The two of you entered the gala together, arms linked together until you excused yourself making way for the restroom. It’s been 10 minutes since then, Harvey hadn’t seen you since. 

The older man next to him focus drifted away from Harvey as the conversation continued. More people enter the discussion giving Harvey the perfect chance to excuse himself to look for you. 

It wasn’t too difficult for him to follow you, your distinct laugh made his mission easier. There you sat at the bar as joyous as ever. Harvey’s eyes panned to the cause of your laughter, his smile dropped. Bruce Wayne, his best friend since childhood, was the reason for your delayed return back to him, his stomach churned. Did you find him funnier than him? More charming? More expensive? 

Granted you were free to bond with whomever you pleased but the sight made him feel a sense of displeasure. He knew his friend like the back of his hand, his reputation preceded him

“I can’t believe that happened at a meeting especially!” you giggled, taking a sip of your drink, eyes focused on the man next to you. 

“What can I say [Name] trouble seems to just follow me,” he said placing his hand on your shoulder, then to your collarbone to ‘fix’ your necklace. Bruce was too close, about to go too far.

“I hope I’m not interrupting you lovebirds,” interrupted Harvey. His irritation masked with a forced smile. You had never seen him upset, and he hoped you never would, but Bruce was cutting it ridiculously close. 

“Harvey, glad you could join us. I was just telling [Name] about last week's circus of a meeting” Bruce smugly responded, he knew exactly what he was doing. 

“Is that so?” responded Harvey, not looking at the man, eyes still focused on you. The situation was painfully awkward, and you were unsure why. You said nothing, just glancing between the two men every now and then until Harvey spoke. 

“Well, I’m sorry to cut this short but [Name] has an early meeting tomorrow. We should leave,” he said curtly. Tomorrow was Saturday, you did not work on weekends, nor have meetings. 

“Harv tomorrow is-,” your words were cut short. Your boyfriend was practically dragging you out your seat beelining towards the massive doors. 

“No worries Miss [Name], I’ll call you after your early meeting,” called Bruce after you 

The withered string holding Harvey back seemed to snap after Bruce’s final comment. Without turning back he proceeded to walk faster towards the door, you stumbling behind asking him to slow down just a little to match pace. Since when did the two of you exchange numbers? How long have you two been communicating? Why did Bruce set his sights on you now?

The car ride was awfully silent. You assumed Harvey informed the driver to take you back to your place like usual but the route taken became increasingly unfamiliar. You had only been to Harvey’s place a handful of times, not enough to have clothes or really anything left at his home. Before you could ask the car pulled into the long driveway. You spent too much time thinking about the driver's whereabouts and possible conversations. It was too late. Harvey had already circled to your side opening the car door for you.

You mustered up the courage to speak up, “I can tell him to take me home after you leave, Harv. it’s no big deal” 

“No need to inconvenience the driver, dear. Just come inside,” he smiled gently, taking your hand in his. 

Harvey’s home was spacious. Like most homes, significantly smaller than Bruce’s manor but still charming in its own regard. Harvey led you to the living room, politely asking you to take a seat on the plush couch next to him. He was still quieter than usual, like there was something he wanted to say at the tip of his tongue but he was afraid of it. The still environment made you feel out of place, attempts of conversation dying in the back of your throat. You were waiting for him to make the first step. 

Harvey sat contemplating the right things to say. He couldn’t exactly start off with ‘Never talk to Bruce, my best friend again’. That was too possessive for a four going on five month relationship. He needed a proper segway for this conversation. 

“Do you like him?” Perfect! The wrong choice of words, classic Harvey. 

You perked up at the sound of his voice, “Like who?”

“Bruce…Do you like him?” he pressed on 

A pause, you needed to think. Bruce was Harvey’s friend for a while. To you the man always seemed kind and a good friend to Harvey, he never displayed any negative traits, so you guess you did like him to some degree. 

He was so tense, shoulders stiff, bated breath awaiting your response

 “Um, yes I do I guess,” you responded with a slight grin. 

“And what do you like about him?” He questioned 

You hesitated to give a response, searching for the right answer. “He’s kind. Always makes me feel welcome during social events. I can see why the two of you are good friends.” A solid response, but Harvey wanted more from you. He needed more doubt and reassurance. He craved it

“Do you like him more than me?” 

You laughed. Caught completely off guard by his question but Harvey wasn’t smiling, his face was straight, separated from any emotion he felt deep down in the moment. You’ve never seen him like this before. The change was bizarre, scary even. 

You shifted, adjusting yourself on the couch maneuvering closer to him. 

“Why would I like him more-,” your explanation was cut off by your ringtone. 

It didn’t take long for Harvey to guess who was calling. 

He didn’t want to be in the room as you talked to Bruce. “You should answer your new boyfriend,” he said before making his way to the bedroom. 

Harvey shrugged his tie loose lazily. Undoing your careful work without any care. He knew he was wrong for making assumptions, friendship overlaps were bound to occur in the same social circle, he had no reason to be upset. But did it have to be him? Bruce was always determined to get what he wanted. A merger? Done. New car? Done. Harvey’s college girlfriend? Done. Harvey’s (ex) girlfriend of 3 years? Done. A repeated affair since the beginning of their relationship. 

It was possible he was reading too much into the situation. But if it wasn’t clear enough Harvey would make it crystal clear that you were his. 

Coming up in the next chapter:

“Harvey you’re right. I think I am interested in [Name]”

I felt there was a lack of Harvey Dent pre accident fics and decided to write something lol.

I hope you enjoyed reading!

[riceviola]

Oops! Wrong person

Benjamin Pointdexter x fem! reader Synopsis: You accidentally text your boyfriend the wrong image and follow up with 'wrong person'. He's spiraling thinking you're going to leave him (Inspired by the wrong person trend on TikTok) Warnings: Dry humping, possessive/clingy man, pathetic dex *lmk if I missed anything! Not proof read!

You were exhausted, eyes lidded with sleep you were drifting off

Two soft buzzes interrupted your short ‘nap’

Dex: Hey gorgeous, what's the movie you wanted to watch called?

The loml: Hi babes, did you take a pic of the set you bought yesterday? I need to envision how it’ll look on me

A simple enough task not really paying attention you sent the photo to your friend and the movie name to Dex… or so you thought 

Your phone buzzed again

Dex: You look absolutely gorgeous, but I still need the movie name

The loml: What does princess diaries have to do with Victoria secret?

You needed to fix your mistake immediately 

[Name]: Sorry that was meant for a friend lol. The movie is princess diaries, I’ll see you after my nap!

[Name]: Iol I messed up. The set is cute but the lace is cutting into me a bit [Insert photo]. It would look so cute on you though! 

Not thinking too much of it, you laughed at your mistake. It was routine at this point. You bought a new set from VS, if it fit right your friend was going to buy it too. Yawning with a slight stretch you put your phone on silent and took that much needed nap. 

‘Sorry that was meant for a friend lol.’ Dex was speechless, he read your text over and over like he would find some hidden clue insinuating it was some lame boyfriend prank, but there was nothing. He could forgive you for texting others; his bad luck with women made him used to it, but you, you were his whole heart. You weren’t easily influenced by the weak charms of men, you were different. He would find this man that tried to cause a rift in his relationship and dispose of him like any good boyfriend would. 

You were lying on the floor scrolling with no real agenda. The attempt at a nap was failed by excessive honking, arguing neighbors, and barking dogs. You were over it, only takeout and your boyfriend could fix it. 

[Name]: The neighborhood was against me, I couldn’t nap in peace. Do you want to come over now?

Dex: Yeah sure

[Name]: Okay! See you soon <3

Dex was conflicted. He was happy you wanted to see him but his mind couldn’t erase the earlier events. 

‘Does she not want me anymore? Am I too much to handle?’ 

He was spiraling, hastily grabbing his keys and slamming the front door shut he affirmed his settled resolve. 

‘I’ll just have to get rid of him for her to keep me’ 

He didn’t bother to knock. He entered your apartment hyperfocused for anything amiss. Footsteps heavy as he made his way to the living room. Dex found you on the floor too engrossed in your phone to notice his entrance. Your chest was pressed against the hardwood, hair beautifully disheveled. He couldn’t imagine another guy having you, another man couldn’t handle you and will not, ever. 

He made his way towards you slowly, intentional, his head was full of doubts he was moving on his own until you yelped. Dex had made his way on top of you. Pelvis against your lower back as he breathed into your ear. He was caging you against the floor and he was so, so heavy. 

“Sooo are you going to move anytime soon?” you rasped beneath him.

“I don’t think I will baby,” he smirked against your cheek. Dex was usually clingy but now it was different. Today he was confident in touching you like he found a new purpose. 

You continued your scrolling, not paying anymore attention to the man practically crushing you. Dex couldn’t handle it. In moments like this he needs you to pay him half the attention he gives to you. Every hour apart Dex wished he could give you his heart for safekeeping next to yours. Nearly suffocating you above wasn’t enough. He needs more than more, he needs to consume you wholly so all your focus can be on him. No other men would even be considered in the life you two would build together. 

You heard the shift immediately. Dex’s breathing quickened in your ear, soft moans escaping his lips. Then you felt it, the slow drag of his hips against your back, his thick jeans limiting the friction against you. He needed more 

Still you remained unmoving, you were teasing him. Continuing to scroll as he rutted against your back as if he was in heat. He hated it. He needed you to look at him. He needs you to see first hand the effect you have on him. 

“Baby- damn it,” he whimpered. His chase for pleasure cut his own words short as he pressed you further against the floor. Your shirt was pushed up to your chest now, the movement of his jeans pressed against your back was slightly uncomfortable but the sound of him in your ear was worth it. Dex was never quiet during sex but you could tell he was close the louder he got. Loud whimpers leaving him as he bit down as gently as possible on your ear. He was close, he wanted to see you as he came, but there was no resilience left in him to stop moving and flip you over, so he chose the next best option. 

He shifted down to the curve of your ass, undoing his belt and lowering his jeans just enough to where you felt his bulge against you through his boxers, unrestricted. Dex was getting louder, the feeling of you beneath him was mindnumbing. He didn’t care if your neighbors heard or what the old woman a floor below thought of him afterwards. All that mattered was you, how good you made him feel, how you changed his life for the better. 

His hands made their way to your chest, cupping each breast harder with every thrust. You moaned, phone face down against the floor, your own wetness seeping into your underwear. He needs to hurry so you can feel him completely. 

You felt his hips tremble against you, precum through his boxers wet your shorts as he took what he wanted

“I’m gonna- baby,” he sniffled. Dex was crying at this point. Tears soaked your shirt collar. Being this close to you was unbelievable every time, he cherished each moment so deeply it made him emotional. With one final grind against your ass he came, hard. Squeezing your chest harder than before as he chased through his orgasm. His moans were dying down only heavy huffs from the two of you filled the atmosphere 

“I’ll hurt any man that tries to steal you from me,” he whispered into your ear. Still on top of you unmoving. 

“What man are you talking abo-,” your words were cut off by him turning you over, facing him.

“I’m gonna put it in now, if that’s okay” 

A soft buzz from your phone filled the space instead 

The loml: I caved and bought the set! Looks like we’ll be matching

I was a but hasty when I wrote this, maybe I'll go back and revisit some things when I have time. That aside I hope you enjoyed reading!

Feel free to interact!! I love reading comments and seeing everyone’s thoughts✨

I'm trying to work on making dialogue and texts more immersive & realistic. I'm definitely the type to give my friends a cutesy nickname and have my mans full government as a contact name lol

[riceviola]

Boyfriend?!Gojo x Reader

Your self proclaimed “boyfriend” Gojo decides to pay you an un-welcomed visit after you've been ignoring his texts all day. Why must you make him panic? Not proof read

Boyfriend Gojo who panics because you haven’t been answering his texts all day. It’s your one year anniversary and there’s been no word from you at all. He leaves work hastily to show up at your house. Something could be wrong, I mean you wouldn’t ignore him on purpose, right? He parks his noticeable sports car across the street from your place. Observing the area before stepping out. Your car is in the driveway, porch furniture and door still intact. Until he spots it, an unfamiliar car parked in front of your house. The same car that was here last week. The owner inside, in preparation to drive away.

Naturally he thinks the worst. 

Boyfriend Gojo who waits for the driver to leave before crossing the street to your house. He’s frozen at the door, hand raised to knock before he shifts, opting to use the house key you never gave him. 

Boyfriend Gojo steps into your home as quietly as possible, looking for traces of that man to see if he has defiled your place. Everything looks as normal as it usually does. The couch pillows arranged just how you like them, dishes from the morning placed carefully in the sink. Maybe he has nothing to worry about. 

He steps deeper in your home looking for you in various places like the study and bathroom, lastly he stops outside your bedroom. The door creaks as he pushes the door open, releasing a breath, he’s finally found you. There you are alone cuddled up under the covers watching your favorite show oblivious to the world around you. 

Boyfriend Gojo who breaks your peace when he asks if you knew who the man parked outside was. Who is upset when you look up at him with fear, clutching the covers tighter pleading with him. He continues to press, he just wants a simple answer, Why all the fuss?

Boyfriend Gojo who smiles when you say you haven’t had anyone over. He thinks you’re so cute when you trip over your words trying to explain yourself to him. Trying to prove your loyalty. He admits he went ahead of himself for assuming you would cheat. 

Boyfriend Gojo who strides closer to the bed. Taking your phone and placing it in his back pocket. He’s been missing you all day and technology only gets in the way. Caressing your cheek you let out a small whimper. He still doesn’t know why his baby is so scared if there’s nothing for him to worry about. 

Boyfriend Gojo who places his head on your lap, nudging you to put your hands in his soft hair. You reluctantly oblige, hands shaking you stroke his soft white hair. He hums in response, completely relaxed. Care free

Boyfriend Gojo who suddenly sits up grabbing your other hand ignoring your surprised squeak, peppering small kisses on your inner wrist, palm, and finger tips. Praising you after each kiss, till he works his way up to your lips. A deep kiss that puts all of his feelings towards you into one action. You gasp, he takes advantage of your surprise using this opportunity to explore your mouth with his tongue. You’re breathing heavily, saliva coats your lips, and Gojo can’t help but slowly grind into the mattress whimpering in your mouth with each movement. The kiss is messy just the way he likes it. 

Boyfriend Gojo who bites your lip before separating from the kiss. The two of you are out of breath, your face is covered in bliss. Eyes heavy, the only sound is the dry heaves of you catching your breath. 

He smiles gently, stroking your cheek before speaking, “Happy anniversary dear, I’m so happy you’re with me.” He mutters against your lips. Stealing another kiss, pressing you further back against the bed. 

Boyfriend Gojo who claimed you a year ago before you even knew you he was. You were so gorgeous, he just had to have you. 

Can you take it?

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Overworked!Higuruma x Reader

Higuruma had a long stressful week, why not help him relieve some stress. not proof read

You sighed stepping into the apartment, only wanting one thing, your boyfriend's attention. 

“Romi,” you called his name softly. 

Work had been draining him all week and there was one thing you knew would help him relax. A nice warm bath.

Hiromi was the silent gentlemanly type. The type of guy that would bend down and massage your feet for you if the straps of your heels cut in too deep, the type who offered to pay for your last two years in university to alleviate some of your stress (which you considered). So, taking care of him in simple ways like drawing him a bath or offering a massage or two was a no brainer. He was thoughtful, so this time you wanted to do the thinking for him a bit.

Peaking around the hallway you saw the bedroom door slightly ajar, a thin streak of light peaking through the cracks. 

“Romi?” you called again. No answer…strange 

Fully opening the door to your shared bedroom lay Higuruma in the middle of the bed. Noticing your entrance he looked up with a smile, “Hey gorgeous, how are you?” 

Oh you loved his smile

“I called your name a few times you didn’t answer. Are you sick?”

“No, I'm fine. Just resting”

A lie. His voice alone represented every ounce of exhaustion he felt excluding the bags around his eyes. He was tense and you wanted to help. 

“Hiromi” 

He tensed at the sound of his full name. Not something you call him often unless you needed help or were annoyed. 

“Can you do something for me, Hiromi?”

“Depends on what it is”

You dragged your finger across his arm maintaining eye contact. “Can you take your clothes off and go to the bathroom for me, please?” His breath hitched, without hesitation he stood up and made a beeline to the bathroom

Slightly closing the door to the bathroom behind him. Hiromi began to untie the knot of his silk tie. A tie you gifted him into the first few months of your relationship, his favorite one. Lately there’s been a small distance between the two of you. Between his long hours at the firm and your blooming career there hasn’t been much couples time in the past few weeks and it was chipping away at him ever so slowly. 

His mind shifted to a few moments ago. Your gentle smile, soft trails against his arm, and melodious voice. ‘Can you take your clothes off and go to the bathroom for me, please?’ 

He felt his length twitch. 

“Damn it,” he whispered. He needed you

You entered the bathroom towels and a small stool in tow much to Hiromi’s confusion. 

“I’ll turn the water on. Get in when it's warm”

He obeyed. Sinking into the warm water a soft sigh left his lips. 

Placing your seat next to the tub you dipped the wash cloth in the warm tub adding your favorite scented soap to the rag. 

‘Even the soap smells like you’ he thought. 

“Lean forward,” another demand of yours he was happy to oblige

“You don’t have to do this for me. I’m more than capable”

“I know, but I want to”

There was a comfortable silence between you two, peak domesticity. 

Your other hand grazed his inner thigh too focused on the task at hand. He felt stiff again. You were teasing him under the guise of caring for him. You were being kind, he needed to compose himself. 

You continued with your ministrations, massaging here, and running your fingers through his hair there. A mindless activity. 

Higuruma was losing control. Shifting every now and then ever so slightly, your closeness was bothering him and you weren’t aware one bit. His voice caught in his throat, “Baby,” he rasped. You lifted your head to look at him.

“Yes?”

“Give me your hand”

Confused, you dropped the wash cloth in the tub and lended Higuruma your hand. 

Opening his mouth slightly. He took your index and middle finger and placed the two digits in his mouth. Gasping in surprise you tried to pull away, in protest he bit down gently and continued to suck on your fingers. Eye contact maintained he took in every soft breath that came from you, the look of your plush lips, and the way your eyelashes fluttered with each drag of his lips. He was obsessed. 

WIth a soft pop he released your fingers from his mouth. 

“Romi,” you cooed. “Baby are you hard?” you questioned with a light laugh. Not expecting a simple bath to have this effect on him

Higuruma paid no attention to the jest. Still holding your hand he leaned back further in the tub and traced your hand slowly down his chest, to his abdomen, to his inner thigh, and finally he placed your hand onto his hardness. 

“[name], please I need you”

“And how can I help that?” you teased with a smirk. Gripping his length you jerked him slowly. Not the speed he wanted but it was enough. His rash movements splashed water onto the bathroom floor. Low grunts and gasps coming from his lips as his eyes fluttered shut. 

“No baby, look at me” 

Placing your other hand underneath his chin you turned his head to face you

“Keep looking at me. Look at me when you cum”

That sent him over the edge. He came hard, thick ropes in the water. Higuruma leaned forward kissing you softly on the lips he adored so much. Finally resting his head on your shoulder. 

“Maybe I should shower instead,” he voiced breathlessly. “Join me, I’ll return the favor”

“Hmmm maybe I will...Maybe I won’t” you smiled. 

He sealed your lips in a final kiss before dragging you to the shower. 

First attempt writing something smutish. I hope you enjoyed!

[riceviola]

Bruce Wayne x Obsessed!Reader

Based on year-one Bruce Wayne after his return to Gotham. Inspired by the 'boy is mine' music video by Ariana Grande not proof read, sorry for any mistakes

You hated your city. Everything about Gotham seemed desolate. Your parents moved during your second year of university due to the rising crime rates leaving you all alone, but the last straw was your favorite coffee shop since you were a child closing due to crime. Everyday, every hour felt as if a cold miasma had drenched itself over your very being. Nothing was right, nothing was perfect until him. 

Your very first encounterish moment with Bruce Wayne was separated. It was another dreary day bored out of your mind. You were flicking through channels again and again and again, a monotonous task with no true goal until you saw him. Like the sun shining through after a terrible storm there he was on your tv screen smiling at you as if saying sweetly “I’m here for you.” His first week back in Gotham oh how a brand new day is coming 

You noted everything he wore during that late press conference. You needed to know his preferences just in case. His dark hair, suit, shoes all gingerly styled like all rich in Gotham but for him it was different. His tie was done in a better way than all those rich slobs, his shoes were extra polished, and his nails were carefully trimmed 

‘I imagine he has a firm grip as well’

  He was different from them, you just knew it. Nothing like those rich playboys at all. Additionally, the air around him screamed ‘professional and guarded.’ Who could fault you for wanting to breathe it in? 

Keeping up with Bruce, your Bruce was easy. The socialites social media was carefully curated by agents, only the best was posted but it lacked a personal touch. Perhaps you could assist with that. 

Nosy reporters like that Vicky Vale were an additional help. Always hot on his trail like a mother duck with its ducklings. Wherever Bruce was, the decorated cow was too, lusting after your man's thoughtful attention.

This time the heifer followed him into what was one of the best restaurants in Gotham, God forbid a man try to eat. He was sitting all alone just perfect. Hadn’t yet ordered but you assumed what his choice of meal would be. This restaurant was known for its steaks. Naturally, he would order a medium rare steak, a side of asparagus, with a glass of cabernet sauvignon 1973 to drink. 

Your Bruce was perfect. Lost in your own world you didn't hear the ramblings of the Vale girl, just focused on trying to get lost in his beautiful eyes when the camera panned interrupting your day dream. 

Coming out of the restroom of the restaurant was a beautiful woman, just dazzling in every way. 

“Well it seems like Bruce isn’t dining alone tonight!” the Vale girl commented with too much excitement. 

‘Who is this? Bruce, who is she?’

The ganders stream continued. 

Interrupting the bovines’ previous comment, the waiter had arrived with Bruce and that woman's meals. The main course was exactly like you had predicted and based on the color so was the wine. The woman had gotten something boring, irrelevant, not exactly fit for a top steak restaurant. 

A brief pause between the two of them. Bruce mumbled. The waiter bent down to hear Bruce better 

‘I hope they didn’t mess up his meal’ But it wasn’t the case at all. Apologizing, the waiter switched the plates. The boring meal from the woman to Bruce, the perfectly curated meal from your Bruce to the woman. ‘This can’t be right. Bruce would never eat that’ 

Your thoughts were interrupted by his warm voice. A beautiful sound that could rival an orchestra of angels.

“Oh please Vicky, Diana is just a friend” replied your man with a smile maintaining eye contact with her. 

The meal continued. Eventually the stream ended and you were frozen on the couch phone in hand, thoughts running your mind amuck. 

Tonight Bruce dined with a ‘friend’. They laughed together, made eye contact, and even swapped meals. Your true Bruce would never eat something as plain as that. There had to be something else going on. What has that woman Diana done?

Furthermore Bruce's response to Vicky lingered in your thoughts. ‘Oh please Vicky, Diana is just a friend”

But friends don’t dine at expensive restaurants together, friends don’t gaze at each other like that, friends don’t-don’t switch meals like it's nothing. As if there’s a million words unsaid but understood between both. 

The air felt thick. As though all the blood in your body rushed to your head, your face burned. The sound of your rapid heart beat flooded your ears, the mocking thump thump thump permeated through increasing your frenzy. 

“It’s just a misunderstanding, he wouldn’t do something like this on purpose.” you muttered breathlessly to yourself in hopes of calming yourself down. But these pointless words wouldn’t help. You needed reassurance, you needed to see him, quickly. 

thanks for reading!!

I'm not sure if this is worth a part 2 but I had fun writing!

I apologize if the formatting is weird as well lol

Justice for Vicky Vale

BYEEEEEE

[riceviola]

Modern au!Choso x reader

Just finished the jjk manga and recovering so I decided to write my first Tumblr post lmao. Please bear with me not proof read (sorry!) could be inaccurate but im just having fun so idc, all love

Choso with a crush:

-Modern!Choso who is quiet around you especially in one on one situations. He could be giggling and hahahaing but as soon as everyone walks away he's silent. It makes you wonder if he doesn't like you as much compared to everyone else in the group 

-Modern! Choso who lingers around after a group hangout till you leave

-Modern! Choso who tries to park his car close to yours whenever there's a group hangout (he’s always a car or two over it’s a mystery) so he can have an excuse to maximize his awkward time with you on the walk back. The whole walk to both of your cars is awkward because he doesn't know how to speak to you 

-Mordern!Choso who ends up getting you both lost in the parking lot. In your eyes he looked confident in his sense of direction unknowing that in his head he’s wondering how to sound his car alarm without embarrassing himself in front of you

-Modern!Choso who blushes when you ask him if you’re lost (you guys were parked on the other side of the building)

-Modern!Choso who musters up the courage to start an actual conversation with you without the rest of the group around. He's quiet unless he knows you fr

-Modern!Choso who observes that you run cold and keeps a blanket in his car “just in case”

-Modern!Choso who always saves a spot for you next to him. He tries to be smooth with it...(It's not)

-Modern!Choso who tells the boys about his feelings towards you for advice. They already knew in fact everyone does except for the both of you. They convince him to confess, he takes that advice and runs with it

-Modern!Choso who confesses at the wrong time (you couldn’t hear him) and sits in confession limbo for months until you realize what he said at 3am on a random night

*Why is this actually poop from a butt. I think I'll stick to reading ff instead of writing :(

Maybe I should’ve made my debut on wattpad first then moved here with the seasoned writers…eh it okay we ball!

THANKS FOR READING!