#it’s 2am and I just had the urge to talk about this

[mouse-fantoms]

You have just think about this scene? But like really think about it?

It does such a good job at showing their relationship.

Julie goes into this scene to apologize for overstepping with his mom but then Luke tells her that he doesn’t mind it. Another thing they have in common with each other besides music is their mom’s. They both know what it’s like to lose that. “Both draw from the same pain.” To quote Julie. It’s such a tender moment between them when Julie smiles when she says “You always make me feel closer to my mom, wanted to do the same in return.”

It shows their common link and how much they do have in common. How they’re a pillow for each other for that pain in their life. How they can bond to each other with that pain they have.

When they reach for each other’s hand, Luke reached first, reaching for her hand to let her know that he minds not all that she ‘overstepped’. She had her hands together, possibly as a “closed off position” to show that she felt bad for overstepping but then goes to reach for his hand. She reaches because she realizes that if he’s reaching out, she’s going to take it. Almost as if to say “if he’s reaching first then that means he’s okay with the overstepping”. But then,

Her hand falls through his.

A painful reminder of the reality of what they are. A human and a ghost. A forbidden love.

Julie turns away, like saying ‘righttttt.’ Meanwhile Luke rolls his eyes and points out what they are, “This is an interesting little relationship you and I have.” And the looks they exchange,

Accepting what they are but that doesn’t mean they still can’t have “an interesting little relationship.” It’s the acknowledgment that they know, they are aware that this shouldn’t be a thing with them but it’s not stopping them.

Then when Julie tells him how they’re trending on YouTube. It’s another reminder,

He shrugs, she just said something that he has no idea what she means. Another reminder that they’re both from different times. Different decades. But Julie clarifying “That’s a good thing.” And saying that they’re bound to get calls from agents now. She’s hopeful for the future. Their (granted the band’s but it ruins my point just go with it) future.

That even though, they’re different. That even though, they’re from completely different times. That even though, they shouldn’t work, it will work.

They will work.

#it’s 2am and I just had the urge to talk about this #…scene analysis my beloved #jatp #julie and the phantoms #jatp netflix #luke jatp #jatp luke #luke patterson #jatp julie #julie jatp #julie molina #jatp juke #juke jatp #juke #scene analysis

[inmaki]

gojo making fun of your other fwb

( smut, a little smthn while i work on my nanami fic <3 ) .

"just put it in, for fucks sake."

gojo chuckles, running his mushroom-shaped tip up and down your folds. every time he reaches your hole, he pushes his cock in just enough to breach your entrance, before pulling out and continuing his ministrations. like a fucking idiot.

"aw, y’want my dick that bad? 'need me to fill you up?" what about matsukawa?"

your expression sours, sending him an annoyed look. this was by far the first time he’s brought up his displeasure for your other friend, especially in bed.

“are you trying to make me dry?" you bark, trying to close your legs - which he immediately stops with a large hand. "if you wanna fuck, stop talking about him and hurry."

gojo rolls his eyes, despising the way you're practically defending the fucker. sure, he's just a friend too - but you were clearly his; you've always been addicted his lips against yours, his hands on your body, his cock against your cervix. now this other shithead thinks he can come and take that away?

he doesn't know how to handle it besides-

"is this how he fucks you?" suddenly, he forces only an inch or two inside you, barely thrusting in and out with a mischievous smile. a hum leaves his lips as your insides squeeze him firmly, but he's stubborn enough to hold back the urge to fill you up properly. "probably can’t reach anything, i bet even my fingers are bigger."

the audacity and immaturity of the man in front of you has you baffled. here you are, ready to be fucked into the mattress by him - and all he can do is joke about some other guy's dick length? you desperately want to scold him, tell him to fuck off - but as expected - the feeling of his fat cock not reaching where you need has your mind going blank in desperation.

"please.. just fuck me, toru."

he smirks, and without giving you any time to adjust, he's mercilessly slamming in the rest of his length so the tip presses right up against your womb. his balls smack against you from below, and you shiver at the feeling of his white pubic hair grazing your pelvis. "so i'm right? hah, what a fuckin' loser. 'course he has a small dick."

you're too busy catching your breath to hear him, and gojo smoothly takes that opportunity to throw your legs over his shoulders and press them against your chest, ensuring his cock hits your g-spot at the perfect angle. just how you like it.

the white-haired bastard can't help but smile, licking his lips at your rolled back eyes and the harmonious ah, ah, ah's that escape your throat with each brutal slam of his hips. "becoming my brainless cocksleeve as usual, so damn cute. only i can rearrange these guts, right?" he demands, bending you even further while getting right in your face.

"say it. say who owns this sloppy," thrust, "fucking," thrust, "pussy," thrust.

“you, only you!” the words tumble out of you before you can stop them.

“who?” he grinds right against your cervix, nearly pressing the tip of his nose against yours.

“sa- satoru!”

he rewards you by lowering a thumb to play with your clit, cerulean eyes staring into your very soul. “damn right. scream it louder.”

suddenly, a quiet ding! comes from your bedside table. gojo glances down to your blissed-out face, cautiously peering over to see a message from none other than the man of of the hour.

matsu: wyd? can i come over?

gojo smiles. typing in a response with one hand while the other keeps your thigh firmly against your chest.

you: yea, be quick daddy ;)

you would definitely kill him after this.

( reblogs & comments r appreciated if u enjoy! had this idea at 2am sorry if it’s bad <\3)

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[zeltqz]

selfish | haitani ran

synopsis. haitani ran wants you, but can't have you because it would be considered selfish. content. 12k words (listen ik its long just hear me out..), fem!reader, friends to enemies to lovers, mild fwb situation gone wrong, ran's mother is in prison and gives shitty advice, implied sexual harassment (some creepy junkie, nothing happens though), mildly toxic ran, possessiveness, alcohol mentions, ran says hurtful things when he's drunk. NSFW content. authors note. this was inspired by an ask that i changed up a little because i LUV drama, so anon if you see this and recongise the plot creds to uuuuuuuuuuuuuuu for the idea!!!!

You were jolted awake by the violent buzz of your phone, muffled by your pillow. You groggily sat up, wiping your eyes and slapped around under your pillow for your phone. Carefully, you rolled to the far edge of your bed and answered. 

“Hello?”

“Come down. I’m outside.”

“Ran it’s…2 in the morning.”

“Just come. I want to talk to you.”

You slipped from your bed, yawning and grabbing your house keys on the way out. Once you were outside, the instant regret of not bringing a jacket hit you as you shivered from the cold. You were about to run back inside, but decided against it when you saw Ran’s car parked at the end of the road, the lights on and the windshield wipers actively wiping away the snow. 

You resisted the urge to dramatically slam the door shut when you got in the car. “There better be a zombie apocalypse happening right now if you think waking me up at 2 am was a good idea.”

“So I can only contact you when the world is ending?”

“At 2am, yes.” You leaned your head back against his car seat, mindlessly closing your eyes to savour onto the lingering signs of sleep. “Why’re you even here? I thought you were out of town.”

“I had plans.” He drummed his fingers along the steering wheel. 

“Like plans or ‘plans’?” His smile turned into a smirk and you grimaced. “Ew don’t touch me.”  He laughed playfully and gestured at your seatbelt. You put it on as he started the car, pulling out onto the main road. 

“So where are you taking me anyway?” you asked, plucking at a loose thread on your pyjama bottoms. 

“Nowhere in particular. Just driving around.”

“Cool. So why am I here then?”

“Wanted company. Is that so wrong?” 

You looked his way, wondering if he was being serious right now. “Why didn’t you call your brother then? Or literally anybody else.”

“Because I wanted to see you.” He glanced in your direction, seeing the stunned expression on your face that you quickly fixed when you realised he was staring. 

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah sure. Whatever.” You yawned and turned to the side to lean against the window. 

“If you’re tired you can sleep.”

“I don’t wanna fall asleep on you. That’s rude.” Another yawn. “I’ll manage it.”

“You hungry?” he asked, pulling up towards a late night fast food drive-thru across the street. 

“Kinda. Now that I think about it, I barely ate all day.”

“Don’t know how you do it honestly.” He was plucking at his baby hairs as he slowed the car to a stop. “Alright whaddya want.” 

You peeked past his body to look at the menu on the wall, the bright lights straining your tired eyes. “Literally anything. I don’t care.” He clicked his tongue and stared at you. You sighed. “I don’t want you to waste money on me.”

“Don’t stress,” he said, waving off your concern with a wave of his hand. You settled in your seat as he rolled down the window. You were distractedly scrolling on your phone to pass time as he spent the next five minutes ordering. 

Looking up, you saw he already had the bag of food on his lap, but instead of handing it to you, his arm is leaning against the window, smirking as he talks to the cashier working the drive-thru. She has her finger twirling her hair, leaning so far from the narrow window you’re surprised she hasn’t fallen out yet. 

“Hello?? Can we go?!” you snapped. 

“Oh, sorry.” The girl leered in your direction, taking you back momentarily before she fixed her features in time when she looked back at Ran. “It was nice meeting you,” she said softly, her voice lacking the same venomous tone she gave you earlier.

“Pleasure meeting you too. See you around beautiful.” You don’t know if he winked or did his signature smirk at her, but it was something of that nature because she had to fan herself to calm the redness on her face as his car began driving off.

You took the bag of food from his lap and ripped it open. “Do you really have to flirt with every girl you meet?”

“Someone sounds jealous.” You weren’t even looking in his direction but you could envision the shit eating grin of his face when he said that.

“I’m not jealous. I just know how to keep it in my pants and not go around flirting with every guy I meet.” You bit the packaging of the straw and poked it in your drink more aggressively than you intended.

“Have you maybe thought that’s because you just suck at flirting?” 

You almost choked on your drink with how quick you moved your head to face him. “I don’t suck at flirting!”

He snorted, taking one hand off the wheel to support his head as he leaned against the door. “Sureeeeeeeee.”

“Don't say sure like that.”

“Why not?”

“Because you don’t believe me!”

He shrugged. “I don’t.” He stopped the car at a red light. “Show me how you flirt then.”

You stared down at the food in your hands, contemplating if you should. When you looked up, you saw him already staring at you, waiting. “Fine.” You wiped your hands and set your food back down, putting it back in the takeout bag before shifting to face him on your seat. 

You cleared your throat, readying yourself to speak. The second you opened your mouth, it was like your mind blanked and you instantly closed it again. “This is too embarrassing. I can’t.”

“It’s only embarrassing if you make it embarrassing,” he responded back, shifting his attention back on the road when the light changed to green.

“No. I just know you’re going to laugh at me if I do it.”

“No I won’t.” He put a hand over his heart. “Scouts honour”

“You’re so ridiculous,” you grumbled but laughed nonetheless. “Okay, I’ll do it once we get home. I need time to prepare.”

Ran seemed to agree with that and in the fifteen minutes it took you to get home, you finished your food. He was parked outside your house across the street and you were idly sipping at your drink.

“Alright, ready?” He turned the engine off, leaving the radio still on.

“Wait this is my favourite song.” You inched forward to turn the volume up only to recoil when he slapped your hand away. “What the hell?!”

“Stop stalling.” He ignored the frustrated look on your face. “Show me already. I didn’t drive you here for nothing.”

“You shouldn’t have driven here at 3 in the morning anyway!”

“So ungrateful.” He pinched your nose with two fingers, laughing when you swatted him away. “Show meeee.”

“Okay fine! Fine!” You set your drink in the cupholder and turned to look at him. “I actually don’t know how to flirt.”

“Had a feeling.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Want me to teach you,” he asked gently, looking directly into your eyes. You found it hard to look away in that moment, like so much was riding on your answer. 

You nodded slowly. “Yeah… okay…”

“Alright. Guys love it when you’re confident and can hold eye contact. So hold eye contact as much as you can, but don’t stare like a creep. That shit’s weird. Show ‘em you’re engaged in the conversation when they’re talking about themselves and just stare into their eyes. Shit, that even gets me all fuzzy when a girl knows how to hold it. Had me stutterin’ and shit once.”

You blinked and envisioned a stuttering, flustered Ran in your mind. “Really? Eye contact? That’s all?” He shrugged and nodded. “That sounds really hard to believe honestly.”

“Really?” You nodded. “Reaaaally?” he repeated, extra slow, giving you enough time to back out when you have the chance.

“Yes. Reaaaaally Ran.”

“Tell me what you did today.”

You crossed your arms and looked up at the ceiling. “Well…I woke up this morning…I went to work, had lunch, worked until 4, then came home and studied.”

“In detail.”

“Is that really necessary?” you complained, but the look on his face was completely serious. Sighing, you settled back into your seat. “Okay so I went to bed late as fuck last night and I woke up at like 12 which was so bad because my shift started in fifteen minutes. So I wondered whether or not I should go and—”

“Look at me when you talk.”

You were about to slap him. You sighed and turned to look at him. 

“I went to back late last night and woke up at like…” Your mind blanked, and you struggled to find your words or remember what the hell you did hours ago with him looking so intently at you. “...11 ish? Which was—”

“You said it was 12, no?” he tilted his head, his stare unwavering.

You gulped. “Yes. Sorry. I woke up at 12 and my shift started at 12:15.” Your face burned. Just what the hell was wrong with you. In that moment, you felt like you were out of your own body, spirit you watching as you did nothing but blink uselessly at Ran. You fought the urge to slap yourself and ignore his slutty mind tricks. 

You looked down at your lap only to have him lift your face back to him with a single finger. “You’re not done with your story yet.”

“...right…right.” You cleared your throat again. He leaned forward, forearms resting on the steering wheel, locking his gaze on you. Was Ran always this hot? Surely you’ve noticed it before but not like this, where your mind is focusing only on him, and pushing all other stray thoughts out of the way 

You inhaled deeply and regained composure. “And I briefly considered whether or not I should go in late…but my boss has been kinda mean to me lately and…”

He raised an eyebrow, nodding as he studied your face, and urged you to continue when you stopped talking.

“...so I went in and finished my shift. My boss wasn’t too mad at me which was good I guess.”

“Then what?” His voice was purposefully different than usual, it was lower in that moment, throwing you off balance completely.

Your throat suddenly felt dry. “One second.” You grabbed your drink from before and began taking long sips from it, still feeling the intensity of his stare against the side of your face. Once you gulped half the drink down, you forcefully swallowed your burp, not wanting to ruin the weird, but heated atmosphere in the car with your natural bodily functions. 

“Then I went home to study for my exam on Thursday and fell asleep. Then your annoying ass woke me up and here I am.”

He laughed lightly, pulling back to return back to his seat. “How hard was that? Be honest.” His head rested back against the headrest, smirking at you. “Don’t lie now.”

You looked down at your lap, averting your eyes from his and refusing to make eye contact. You hated that you had to admit that it actually worked, his intense eye contact had actually effected you. He kept urging you until you persisted and you groaned inwardly. “Fine. It worked.”

“Seeeeee?” He jostled you playfully, and you smiled weakly. “I told ya. Anyway, want more advice?”

“There’s more?” Was the eye contact not enough? You didn’t even want to think how much power this man has. 

“Yeah. Say his name a lot. Drives me crazy when I hear a girl say my name.”

You snorted. “Sounds oddly narcissistic of you,” you retorted before you could catch yourself. “Sorry.”

“(Y/N),” he called your name in a deep, rumbling tone that had you internally shut down and log off. 

Once you came back, you grinned, impressed. “Wow…you’re good,” you admitted, subtly rubbing your hand along your arm to rid it of the goosebumps that seemed to sprout up whenever he spoke to you in that tone. “You’re actually a danger to society.”

“It’s fun making girls all flustered.” His hand rose to rest on your thigh. When you didn’t shrug it off or tell him to stop, his fingers began to caress softly against your skin. His touch felt electrifying, zapping through the fabric of your pyjama bottoms as he continued his actions.

“Something wrong?” he asked teasingly when he saw you struggle to control yourself, clenching your thighs together.

“Nothing’s wrong.”

“You’re not gonna tell me to stop?”

“No.”

“I see.” His thumb continued to stroke your inner thigh.

You don’t know what possessed you at that moment, but you grabbed his hand and placed it between your legs. He looked at you, confused and surprised at your sudden boldness. 

You pulled him closer, wrapping your arms around his neck, and whispered into his ear, “I can be seductive too, you know?”

Something in your words ignited a flame inside him, something primal and raw when your lips softly grazed down his ear. He turned his head to meet yours. 

“I’m sure you can be,”  he said softly, leaning in to kiss you gently. The kiss was only a soft press of his lips against yours, and your desire to want him to kiss you for real grew stronger by the second.

His hand moved down your body, helping you pass the console to straddle him. One hand slid down the back of his neck as you kissed each other hungrily, your tongue sliding out to meet his. He bit your bottom lip, gently sucking it while running his tongue along the inside of your mouth, slowly parting your lips with his. 

“Fuck,” you breathed out, pulling away to look down at him, resting your forehead against his. You went back in, and the kiss quickly turned heated, hungry and wild. “This doesn’t mean anything, right?” you asked, panting slightly.

He broke the eye contact to look down at his hands on your waist, sliding down to your hips and held you firmly in place, leaving no space between you. “Nah. Let’s just have fun.”

He cupped the back of your neck to bring you in for another kiss, your insides melting as your body temperature rose at the feeling of his rough hands working you over. He fumbled with the drawstrings of your pj bottoms until they loosened, slipping his hands inside, desperate to touch bare skin.

“No panties,” he grinned against your lips, giving you a peck when you flushed. 

“They’re uncomfortable at night…gotta let it breathe, you know?” you mumbled, looking down at his lap. 

He nudged your head up using his own and reattached his lips to yours. His hands continued to explore your body, roaming up and down your back, clutching at your waist. He placed his hand firmly on the back of your head, gilding your head movements into the kiss.

His thumb traced circles on the soft flesh on your hip as your mouth left his to plant open, wet kisses along his neck, teeth nipping and skimming when the radio thought it’ll be a wonderfully convenient idea to switch from the soft music it was playing earlier, to sudden heavy death metal, loud instruments and screaming booming through the car. 

You both jumped apart, your head smacked against the roof of the car, wailing as you winced when Ran started laughing. “It’s not funny!”

He doesn’t stop laughing because why would he, but he at least reached forward, your body on his lap following his movements as he turned the volume down.

“Why do you even have that on your playlist?!” 

“Rindou had a…phase. I hate it too, don’t worry.” 

You continued to rub the sore spot and pouted when you felt a headache blooming, already kissing goodbye to your good night’s sleep tonight. 

“Come here.” He smoothed a hand over the sore spot. “Better?”

“Kinda.” Your sour mood lessens and you start laughing, hiding your face in his shoulder. Your shoulders shook as you struggled to control your laughter. He laughed alongside you, his arms tightening around your body as he pulled you back against him. 

“That scared the living shit out of me,” you panted, finally catching your breath, kissing down the side of his neck. 

He turned his face to properly meet yours. You kissed him deeply, slowly rocking your hips with his as his strong hands squeezed tightly against your ass. After a while, you broke the kiss, your body now craving more than just kissing.

“Stop teasing me,” you complained, pushing him lightly on the chest.

“‘S fun seeing you so worked up,” he said with a shitty smirk, pressing a kiss to your neck. Your head lolled back as he steadily worked his way down the column of your throat, then down your chest.

His fingers bunched around the hem of your shirt, about to tug it off when you looked outside. The sun was still dark, but the promise of sunrise just around the corner as it rounded near 4 am. Obviously people wouldn’t be up and walking around this late, but the thought still made you stiffen.

“What’s wrong?” Ran asked, pausing with your shirt half way up your stomach.

“Can we go inside?” you asked, dragging the tips of your nails along the flat plane of his stomach. Despite having spent the last ten minutes making out with this man, the question implied more and your face burned when his eyes widened a bit. 

You looked down at your hands moving under his shirt, tracing patterns across his skin and bit down a giggle when he squirmed as you hit a particularly ticklish spot, poking his belly button. You took a mental note of that for later…

“You sure you wanna?” he asked carefully. You nodded. “Alright. Let’s go.” 

You quietly stumbled out of the car, holding his hand as you crossed the street to your house. You were fumbling with your keys, hard to find the keyhole in the darkness. It wasn’t helping your focus and accuracy with Ran behind you, fingers caressing your hips and waist, nipping at your neck. You let out a soft moan, giving up with your keys to lean your head back against his shoulder to give him more access before you quickly came to your senses.

“I need to open the door, go away,” you said with a huff, ignoring his laughter as you pushed him away. 

The door slammed shut and you locked it before pouncing on Ran, letting him press you up hard against the door as he hungrily devoured your mouth. His lips branded the soft skin of your neck as he dipped lower, carrying you to your bedroom. You were dropped mindlessly on your bed, bouncing from the impact as he hovered over you, your mind pleasantly blank as you focused solely on how badly you needed him right now.

His fingers slipped down your underwear and you saw stars.

~*~

As you were walking through the aisles of the grocery store, your music was interrupted by your phone ringing. You jerked your phone out from your jeans pocket to stare at the caller ID. Just a long string of numbers. 

“Who is this?” you asked suspiciously, racking your brain for a time you handed your number out to anyone you hadn’t saved.

“It’s Ran. What, forgot about me already?” 

Your mood immediately dampened and you clutched your phone tighter in your hand. “Why’re you calling me?”

“Easy with the hostility, man. I just wanted to talk to you.”

“And you couldn’t have done this, I dunno, in the two months you spent ghosting me? And don’t tell me “easy with the hostility”, I have a right to be fucking mad after you just hit and dipped like that.”

“Hit and dipped?”

“You ghosted me dumbass.”

You heard a loud exhale. “Right… yeah about that.”

“What do you want Ran?”

“I miss you.”

You almost forgot how to breathe. “Areyoufuckingkiddingmerightnow?”

“You heard me. I said I missed you.”

“Let me guess, there’s no other girls available right now, right? That’s why you’re bugging me?” It would be a wild accusation if not for the fact after that night you spent together, his phone buzzed incessantly, the constant vibrations waking you up and you saw notifications of girls in his inbox, sending him the usual “are you up?” text messages, followed up with images of themselves half naked.

He hummed. “Why would there be other girls? I’m talking to you right now.”

“Because you’re you.”

“Ok, but I’m serious though. I miss you a lot.” You found it so hard to give this man any sympathy.

“Well who’s fault is that? Nobody asked you to stop speaking to me after that night.”

“I know I know. I messed up. I just didn’t know how to approach you after that.” He sounded seriously stressed over this, and your face softened for a fraction of a moment before memories of you constantly checking your phone to see if he bothered to open your message yet reappear in your mind; just like that, your scowl is back, sympathy long gone.

“Right. Because THE Haitani Ran gets nervous after sex. Wow, shocker.”

“I mean, you were the best lay I ever had.”

Your traitorous heart stuttered without your permission, making your lips quirk up into a smile. “Really?” You cursed yourself for even entertaining his bullshit, and cursed your body even more for reacting in such a manner.

“Yeah, course you were.”

“Then why’d you ghost me? It’s like you want me to hate you. I swear to god for the life of me I’ll never under male logic.”

“It’s not male logic. ‘S just me, being a dumbass.”

“Yeah, no shit.”

“This was different though because we were friends before we fucked, and I didn’t wanna make things weird. I had no clue how to text you after that.” You guessed that made sense, having felt the same awkwardness the morning after waking up sore with him beside you. 

“Oh. Well, it’s only weird if you make it weird.”

“Right. So…can I make it up to you?”

“How?”

“Let’s hang out.”

“Like hang out or ‘hang out’?” Part of you wanted it to be the first one, not wanting to ruin anymore awkwardness in your friendship by sleeping with each other again. But the other part of your body already was hellbent on it being the second, already addicted to the way he makes you feel in bed. 

“The former. But,” his voice dropped lower, “it can also be the latter, if you’re down.”

“I’m down,” you said a bit too quickly for someone trying to seem indifferent.

“Cool. See you tonight then.” 

Before you could say goodbye, he was already saying hi to someone else, and then hung up. Any negative emotions you felt for him was tempered by the excitement buzzing through your limbs as you continued shopping for groceries with a dopey smile on your face, happy you were able to patch things up.

~*~

Time passes since you both agreed to this weird friends with benefits arrangement. All awkwardness is stomped on and thrown out the window, now more open to the matter. Months go by of you losing yourself in his sheets, of him mapping out your body with his tongue, latching his mouth onto your skin and marking you all over. Months go by of you craving his touch whenever you’re alone, picturing his voice in your ear, his presence caging you from above when you’re with other men. Months go by of you both making plans, with you, more than him, staring at your phone the entire day, starting the mental countdown to when you’re next able to see him. 

Life is good for Ran, until the day he dreaded the most every year rolls around. The day he has to visit his mother in prison along with Rindou. Their meet-ups are nothing more than an annual thing, visiting her on her birthday every year. 

“So what have you been up to this year?” she asked disinterestedly. 

Ran could see right through her, can see she’s started using again if the bloodshot eyes and the not so subtle way she rubs her nose were any clue. 

“Good ma,” Rindou responded. “I’ve took up DJ’ing in a few of Dad’s clubs in my free time.”

At the mention of her ex-husband, she sneered. Rindou rolled his eyes. “Are you gonna do that every time I mention him ma?”

“I’ll react however the fuck I want when you bring up that passed around, dried up whore of a man,” she snapped. Rindou doesn’t react, already used to her mood swings and aggressive comments about his father. She jerked her head over to her weirdly quiet son. “And you? What’s your deal?”

“My deal?” Ran asked, matching her levels of indifference. 

“What have you been up to,” she repeated slower, like he was dumb. 

“Nothing.”

“What? Your life is that shit you haven’t done anything for the past year? Nothing at all?” She stared at Ran who responded with silence and a blank stare. “Even I’ve done shit and I’m stuck in this hell hole.”

“Well whose fault is that?” Ran snapped back. Rindou slapped his forehead.

“Listen here you—”

“Ran’s been seeing a girl ma,” Rindou said quickly, hoping that small drop of information about his brother’s life was enough to diffuse a bad situation. 

“A girl?? Who?”

“Just some girl. You don’t know her and never will,” Ran grumbled.

“Is she…?” she gestured at him, at herself. He didn’t respond and she changed the wording of her question. “How did you meet?”

“She’s not involved in what we do ma. If that’s what you’re wondering.”

“Good.” She let out an exhale in relief. “And you make sure to leave her out of it.”

“What?”

She pointed her finger at him. “Don’t pursue this girl because you’re selfish and want to bring her in potential danger. Keep her around, fuck her or whatever it is you do in your spare time that you wanna keep a secret from me, but if you pursue her romantically then you’re a selfish piece of shit.”

Ran stiffened, his glare hardening in her direction. “Keep out of my goddamn business.”

“You know I’m right, Ran. That’s why you’re mad. Isn’t that right, Rindou?” She looked at her youngest son who looked tentatively between them both, staying stubbornly silent. She clicked her tongue and turned back to Ran. “You’d rather put this girl in danger because you can’t stand being alone by yourself. You’ve got issues, Ran. That’s why you haven’t had a relationship longer than 3 months. Correct?”

Ran stared down at the table, silent. 

“Do you care about her?” she asked and Rindou had no idea if he pictured it or not but it looked like she softened for a moment.

Ran didn’t respond, but nodded in slight movements. 

“If you truly care about this girl, you’ll leave her alone. It’s for her own good. Bringing her into your lifestyle is just selfish.”

“Times up,” The officer from the back of the room said, walking towards the table with handcuffs. 

She stood up and placed her hands behind her back. “Do the right thing, Ran.”

“How do you know that’s true though?” he asked.

“Speaking from experience. Look at me, suffering from the actions of your father. He brought me into this lifestyle, and I wasn’t prepared for it. So now I’m facing the consequences. You’re just like your father, Ran. An emotionally distant, sadistic, messed up man. Embrace it or don’t. Try to change or don’t. Either way I don’t care. Just don’t ruin others because of that nature.”

The officer tightened her handcuffs and locked them. “Let’s go,” he said, before escorting her out of the room.

Rindou looked at his brother with sympathy. “You okay?” His hand rose to rest of his shoulder but Ran stood up before he could make contact.

He shoved his hands into his pockets and turned around. “Let’s go.”

~*~

You weren’t sure what was going on with Ran but he seemed emotionally distant. He was no longer affectionate towards you when you both hung out, his response time was a lot slower than it used to be. When you had sex, he was totally fine though, which weirded you out because he would randomly do a complete 180 out of nowhere with the affection. 

“That was amazing,” you said panting as you collapsed back on the bed. Ran hummed in agreement, gathering you in his chest as you cuddled. You buried your face in his neck, the scent of his cologne heavy in your nose.

“I know,” he sighed, looking down and kissing your forehead. You smiled harder, fighting back the urge to giggle and use his warm body as a blanket.

You were playing with the tip of his braid, occasionally twirling it around the tip of your index finger when you decided now was the time to approach the topic that’d been brewing inside you the last few months.

“So…” you traced your fingernail across the spiral tattoo on his chest.

He looked down at you, a lazy smirk on his face. “So?” He kissed your forehead again.

You bit down on your lip and forced yourself to look into Ran’s eyes. “This might sound cliche, or cheesy or whatever but…”

“Doubt it,” he snorted, taking your hand off his chest and linking his fingers with yours, clutching your hand tightly. When you looked stumped for words, he nudged his shoulder, softly jostling you in the process. “What’s up?”

“Well…” God, this was harder than you thought it would be. 

You chewed the skin of your lips as you tried to calm your nerves before you exploded with anxiety. You nearly froze when he placed his thumb against your lip, tugging it free from its brawl with your teeth. 

Fuck it. “I just wanted to know…what are we…?”

It didn’t help your already racing nerves when he froze beneath you, and you swore you could feel the blood in his body stop flowing at that moment. 

He sat up abruptly, sending you sliding off his chest. You blinked uselessly at the muscled plane of his back, grabbing the sheets and clutching it towards your chest, your body deprived of the warmth his body provided earlier now making your limbs go cold.

He scratched his hair and sighed exhaustedly. “I gotta be honest with you.”

You barely found your voice as you softly said, “Go on.”

“I don’t want a relationship right now.”

“Oh.” You quietly cleared your throat, sitting upright and shifting backwards on your mattress until your back hit the headboard. “With me…or?”

“Anyone.”

“So…what was the point of this then?”

“I dunno? I mean I just thought you liked…” he gestured at the both of you, hoping you’d see where he was coming from. When you didn’t and just stared at him confused, he got more frustrated. “You know, this? What were we doing? I didn’t know you—” He sighed again and groaned. 

You felt like your throat was stuffed with cotton with how hard it was to breathe. “But I thought you liked me?”

“I do like you.”

“So then what’s the hold up?”

“Just because I like you doesn’t mean I have to be with you, okay? I’m busy all the fucking time and you’ll just be getting in the way of that,” he said curtly, not bothering to hide the clear frustration in his voice.

Hurt prickled across your skin, your ears felt full as you toned out everything he was saying. He turned to face you, those eyes of his that normally made you flush from head to toe now felt so cold and distant, like you didn’t know who the man in front of you was. 

“Just get out, Ran.” You choked back tears as they threatened to fall from your eyes, but you quickly looked away before they could. He’d seen you vulnerable beneath him many times, but this time was different. You couldn’t—no, you won’t allow him the satisfaction of seeing he made you this upset.

“No wait.” He reached out for you, his heart shattering when you pushed him away, sulking. 

He had a weird feeling in his chest, one that he wasn’t used to feeling, and instead of combating his emotions like a regular person, he discarded them  to the side, pretending they didn’t exist. He sighed exasperatedly and slid off your bed.

You moved to lay down, covering your entire body with your bedsheets as you heard him pack up his things. He silently changed and gently closed the door when he left. Once you heard your front door close, you sat up and wiped your tears, grabbing your phone from your dresser. 

The next few hours were spent watching youtube videos, laughing softly at the comments people left. It made you feel less useless about yourself and tried to desperately take your mind off what just happened prior. Honestly, you blame yourself for even bringing it up. It wasn’t worth ruining a two year friendship over.

Sure, it’s normal to catch feelings for a guy that treats you nice, isn’t selfish in bed and actually takes his time to account for your needs. That doesn’t mean you’re romantically interested in him though, right? Guaranteed it could’ve been any other of your friends, like Sanzu or even Mikey and you would’ve developed those same feelings, right? 

Before you had any time to digest that topic deeper, a text message notification popped up on your screen.

Ran: ok so that was awkward before. Can we talk this over properly?? I dont want to ruin what we had honestly. It…was a mistake to start sleeping together i know. We both had different intentions and i apologise if I sent you mixed feelings. Your friendship is something I value a lot and I don’t wanna lose that. So can we start over??? Just be friends this time? 

You: sure i guess. Sorry if i made things uncomfortable earlier.

Ran: ur good. Ill see you later then?

You: yeah okay

You and Ran had fought many times over the course of your friendship, and each time you both were able to move on like nothing happened. But this time, it just felt different. You felt it.

~*~

“You know it’s 3 in the morning right?” Sanzu rubbed his eyes, yawning obnoxiously. “I mentally check out from 2-10am.” 

“Shut up.” You dig around in his pocket and pull out a box of cigarettes. “Give me a lighter.”

“Since when do you smoke?” he asked, then tacked on, “Oh and I don’t have one.”

“Then why do you have a box of cigarettes then?!” 

Sanzu blinked at your sudden outburst. “Okay first. Calm down. Inside voices, we’re outside right now.” You fought the urge to point out how contradictory it was to use your inside voice outside but let it slide. “Secondly, why are you acting so…”

“So what?” 

“You know…” he looked carefully at you, trying to gauge your reaction if he were to say the words he truly wanted to say.

“If you’re about to say bitchy save it.”

“I wasn’t!”

“Then what were you going to say?” you raised your brow, waiting. He slowly closed his mouth and looked down at the floor in defeat. “Exactly,” you said triumphantly, then exhaled softly and looked around the street for any convenience stores that sell lighters.

“So can I ask why you suddenly want to smoke?”

“I’m stressed out okay?” You began walking towards the 24 hour convenience store across the street, Sanzu following behind you. “I sort of, maybe not, confessed to Ran earlier and he wanted to stay friends. So now I don’t think I can handle being in the same room as him without wanting to die.”

Sanzu yawned again, scratching his eye. “That sucks. I dunno what that has to do with me though.”

“I need company! I feel like I’m going to explode if I’m alone with myself tonight.”

 The bell chimed when you both entered the store, instantly heading over to the counter to buy the lighter. The cashier went to the back to grab the lighter.

“All I’m hearing is that you missed me,” Sanzu teased, wrapping his arms around you from behind. He was expecting you to push him off like you normally do. He definitely was not expecting you to chuckle, hug him back and mildly not in agreement. 

He backed away dramatically, narrowly avoiding stumbling into a display shelf and tapped your shoulder to get your attention. When you turned around, he kept staring gingerly at your face, causing you to raise your eyebrow.

“What?”

“Who are you and what did you do to my friend?”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, pushing him away from you. The cashier handed you the lighter and you paid him, leaving the store with Sanzu behind you. Grabbing the box of cigarettes, you lit one up and exhaled for the nth time tonight.

“Do you think it’s normal for a guy to just be friends with a girl they used to have a thing with? Or if it’s normal for them to be friends with girls they know like them?”

Sanzu shrugged. “Are you asking the opinion of all men or just Ran? Because nobody knows what that guy is thinking when it comes to women. He’s way too comfortable around girls so probably? I mean, it’ll be in the back of his mind, sure, but as long as you’re not awkward around him it’ll be fine.”

“You sure?”

“Guess we’ll have to see.” He pulled the cigarette from your mouth and dropped it on the floor, stubbing it out with his foot. At your shocked face, he held his hand out. “I don’t want you taking on bad habits because you’re having an emotional meltdown.”

You huffed and crossed your arms over your chest. “I’m not having an emotional meltdown.”

“Sure…” He yawned for the fifth time tonight. “If I stay out any longer I’m going to pass out on the street. I’ll see you later, okay?” He pat you on the head, deliberately ignoring your complaint of “don’t fuck up my hair” and made his way home.

~*~

In the time you spent avoiding anything Ran related, that also meant avoiding people and situations that he was guaranteed to be there. It meant you stop hanging out with your mutual friends in groups, stopped going to parties you knew he was hosting. Was it bad your other friendships had to be jeprodized because you were too scared to confront your newfound, fresh start with Ran? Yeah, it wasn’t your proudest moment either. But it also meant you were spending a lot more time with Sanzu and Mikey. Out of everyone in his gang, they were the least close, only talking to each other with work related issues. Sanzu and Ran had this unspoken hatred with each other, that made the two of them avoid each other at all costs, not wanting to start another argument or fight.

That was great news for you because it would mean no impromptu visits, like the incident at Hanma’s house, or no unexpected calls from Ran like when you were hanging out with Kakucho, or no fear that Ran would be upstairs in his room when you were hanging out with Rindou. 

Hanging out with Sanzu more often also meant getting closer with Senju. She’s two years younger than you and you treated her like a little sister. It was her birthday next weekend and Takeomi was in charge of the planning the surprise birthday party, which meant nobody had a single clue who was coming.

If that were the case, you wouldn’t have shown up that day. 

“Ran. Are you going to Senju’s party?” Takeomi asked, exhaling cigarette smoke over the phone.

“Do I have to? I don’t know that girl.”

“I don’t care what you do. Just tell me so I can start planning her shit.”

“Depends honestly. Who’s going?”

Takeomi started listing off the names which included some of Senju’s college friends that Ran didn’t care about, some of their mutual friends like Sanzu (duh), Mikey, Kakucho, you, Rindou—wait, hold up.

“Wait, (y/n)’s going?” Ran cut Takeomi off mid sentence.

Takeomi grunted. “Yes.”

“Fine. I’ll go.” He hung up before Takeomi could say anything. Honestly Ran couldn’t care less about Senju, his only motivation was the thought of seeing you.

The fact he sent you that message, hoping it’ll mend whatever dent was placed in your friendship, only to get slapped in the face when you spent the last four months avoiding him pissed him off to no extent. He wasn’t blocked, he knew you wouldn’t do that to him, but he didn’t have the courage to check either. Maybe this party would be the perfect time to talk to you, to catch up and mend until he could selfishly hold you in his arms again. 

He didn’t spend the whole four months pining over you, the group of girls in his bed would confirm that, but there was an unknown feeling in his chest, something always wriggling at the back of his mind that he knew distantly was caused by you. It was getting annoying, having his shitty mother’s words ringing in the back of his mind every time he thought about making up with you. It took him about three months to realise that he actually loved you, whether that was a fact he wanted to accept or not. That feeling he was deliberately avoiding, was his conscious telling him to stop self sabotaging himself and just tell you how he feels.

He can’t wait to see you next Saturday.

~*~

When Ran says he knew nothing about your life in the last four months it wasn't an exaggeration. He genuinely had no idea who you were with, what you were doing, where and when. So you could only imagine his shock when he sees you’ve somehow become best buddies with Manjiro and fucking Sanzu, the idiot currently sitting between your legs on the floor as you braided his hair. 

You looked so pretty tonight, dressed up semi formal. Your hair and makeup was done in a way that Ran had never seen you in before. Senju sat beside you, talking loudly and making you laugh. Sanzu scrolled on his phone, waiting for you to finish his hair. Mikey sat next to you, his head resting on your shoulder as he looked like he was on the verge of sleep.

If you noticed him come in tonight, you sure hid it well, not even bothering to acknowledge his existence. He was planning on talking to you after Senju blew out her candles, that was until he saw what he did. 

After a load of drinks, everybody was pretty tipsy, including you and Manjiro as you both made out in the patio, his hands caressing your thighs as you sat sideways on his lap. The patio was filled with Senju’s friends in the pool, the smell of barbecue (requested by Senju) filling the air as people hovered around the grill, desperate for some savoury meat. It was hard to see you and Manjiro at first, but he did, as if his eyes were automatically drawn to you no matter where in the room.

Granted he had no right to feel the way he did, he knows that, and his words from that night constantly play on loop in his mind. He told you he wanted to be just friends and you agreed to that, and friends don’t get mad at friends for having relationships. But his boss of all fucking people? He wouldn’t give this much of a fuck if it was Shion or something.

“Drink up bitch!” Sanzu shoved a cup into Ran’s hand, resting his arm on the taller boy’s shoulder as he watched Ran grimace at the beverage.

“The fuck is this supposed to be?” 

“Dunno honestly. Just mixed a bunch of shit together.” Sanzu clinked his cup with his. “You’ll probably wake up tomorrow with memory loss and severe liver damage, but bon appetit.”

“I’m not drinking your mystery drink.”

“Boo. No fun.” Sanzu pouted, taking a big gulp of his drink.

“Why are you even talking to me?”

“Because you look like you’re about to kill somebody and as much as I relate to that feeling, I don’t want any drama on Senju’s birthday. She’ll never shut the fuck up about it. So drink up and enjoy the party dude.” He lifted the cup to Ran’s lips which stayed stubbornly closed until he gave in, making a face as it burned down his throat.

“See! It’s not so bad!” Sanzu slapped his back before walking away, ready to hand out samples of his new drink to random people. 

Fifteen minutes later and whatever Sanzu poured in that drink did wonders, Ran couldn’t help but admit. He got over his sour funk sooner than he’d thought. The liquor running through his veins made him socialise a hundred times better and managed to snag five pretty girls’ numbers tonight. He was currently leaning against the wall, hovering beside this girl he couldn’t remember the name of for the life of him (it wasn’t his fault, he blames it on Sanzu), as she tilted up to whisper provocative things in his ear. She looked like she’d be good in bed, and that was all Ran was thinking about when he saw your hair bounce past him.

Ran looked just in time to see you disappear through a doorway, and he abruptly pulled himself away from the girl before him. “I’ll be back in a sec. Just…do whatever,” he said, not even looking at her as he walked away. 

When he rounded the corner, his stomach did backflips as he saw you yell something to some people inside a room down the hallway before turning around. You almost recoiled when you saw Ran and mentally cursed the fact there was no objects, or people you could hide behind.

You pressed your lips into a wry smile and tried to walk past him before he grabbed your arm, stopping you. “What, so you’re not talking to me at all now?”

“Okay, calm down. It’s been like four months.”

“Which is a long time?” His phone lit up in his hand, a text message of a girl asking where he is with a string of sad faces emojis, and to add fuel to the fire, a tongue and water splash emoji. Ran clicked his tongue and made a mental note to block her when he’s done with this. 

You scoffed. “Sorry I hadn’t been able to entertain you these last four months, Ran. I just assumed girls 1 though 56 had it handled for me.”

“The fuck is that supposed to mean,” he said curtly, shoving his phone back in his pocket.

You looked up at him, mouth in a thin line as you hissed, “Exactly how it sounds. Now I have somewhere to be.” You tried to skirt past him but he blocked your way out. He suddenly felt too big, too close, and your simmering temper was beginning to surface. “Ran seriously move.” You tried pushing his chest, but it didn’t work.

“Why? So you can go back to sucking face with Mikey?” Shut up…please, just shut up, sober Ran was yelling inside his head, but the words just came out before he could stop them. Note to self, never drink anything from Sanzu ever again. 

“Sucking face? Why are you…why do you even care?! You’re the one that said “I don’t want a relationship right now” so you don’t get a right to act all possessive over me and shit. Just because you’re too emotionally stunted to maintain a goddamn relationship, doesn’t mean everybody else is like that.” Your chest burnt with anger at his fucking audacity. Seriously, who does he think he is?

“What, so you want a relationship with Mikey, that it? Someone’s who is even more emotionally stunted than everybody in this fucking party combined?”

“And if I do? Is that your business? Whatever my decision is, it’s not up to you. Now get out of my way.” You leaned in close to his face as you glared up at him. His anger gave way into something more heated that made him lick his lips, wondering how you’d react if he were to kiss you right now.  You were about to attempt to walk away when Kakucho stumbled out of one of the rooms in the hallway, slightly tipsy.

“What’s going on? Why are you yelling?”

“Kakucho. Get your boy and tell him to leave me the fuck alone.” You pointed at Ran who snapped out of his stupor.

“Ran, let her leave.”

“Not till I get my answers.”

You pinched your temples, not even bothering to lower your voice as you yelled in sheer frustration, “What answers Ran?! I don’t owe you shit!”

“What’s going on?” Mikey stumbled out of the room you were exiting earlier and his arm instantly found itself on your waist. You were still seething, your heavy breathing only calming down once Mikey’s hand curled a little more around you, pulling you flush against his side.

“Nothing. Let’s go,” you said softly to Mikey, letting him lead you back to the room.

Ran’s anger returned tenfold upon seeing your hand hold Mikey back. “Since when are you two such good friends?”

“That’s none of your damn business,” you yelled back from the end of the hallway, your grip around Mikey tightening significantly.

“Don’t tell me you’re fucking him now? What is he your new boy toy? You’re that desperate?” 

Kakucho slapped a hand on his forehead, regretting not pulling Ran away before he had the chance.

You froze at the door, turning to look at him. In the years of your friendship with Ran, he’d seen you get angry many times, yelling at characters in movies when they do something stupid, yelling at him over the mic when you were playing video games. And in every one of those instances, he was never on the receiving end of your anger. The look you gave him, if it could, would’ve turned him to stone with how irate you looked right now. Dimly, he knew what he was doing was wrong, and if he was sober enough he would've definitely stopped himself from saying those things, but he was hurt, and angry, and those two combinations had him feeling like he had a right to make you feel the same way.

“I’m sorry, what?” You stepped out of Mikey’s grip. “Oh this is fucking rich. The irony right now, holy shit!” You began laughing. “If what I’m doing is considered “desperate” to you, then what does that make you? Pathetic? Huh? Needing fifty girls attention on you every second of every fucking day doesn’t seem desperate to you?”

Your loud laughter began to draw people in the party towards the hallway, interested in the loud argument going on. Kakucho grabbed Ran’s arm, shaking his head as if he could read his thoughts. “Don’t respond. Let’s just go.”

Ran shoved his hand off him, sending Kakucho back against the wall. “Nah I’m gonna respond.” He turned back to you, uncaring of all the eyes watching the scene take place. “You stay bringing up these girls in every single conversation I have with you and shame them like you weren’t proud to be one of them months ago.”

Your eyebrows rose in surprise. “So that’s all I was? A number to you? Enlighten me Ran, what number was I? 34? 52?”

“What fucking difference does it make if you know.”

“It makes no difference. I just want to hear you say it.” You closed the distance between you both and poked a finger into his chest. “I wanna hear you say that you enjoy ruining girls lives by making them fall for you with your shitty words and affection, then running away the second things get serious because you’re a coward afraid of stability.”

He pretended your words didn’t cut as deep as they did, pretended your words didn’t take him back to his mother’s birthday all those months ago, sitting at that table and listening to her spew hot garbage in his face about his personality and issues that he refused to acknowledge.

“That wasn’t the case with you. I didn’t tell you to fall for me.”

“That wasn’t the case? So I’m somehow different? How so?”

“Because—” Even in his drunken mind, he knew telling you he loved you now would only pull you further away than you already were. He pressed his lips in a thin line, and looked away from your oppressive stare. “It doesn’t matter.”

“Because your reasoning doesn’t exist, Ran. Stop searching for nothing. You’re a shitty person and you need to acknowledge that.” You pulled your finger away from his chest and turned around, lowering your voice to almost a whisper. “Now just stay out of my life.” 

He didn’t say anything and only watched you approach Mikey again, the man not even bothering to look at Ran the entire time as he took you inside the room, closing it shut. Ran’s ears were burning and his chest clenched as he realised the gravity of what he’d just done. So much for making amends. 

You went home and instantly blocked his number and cried yourself to sleep that night, regretting even messing with him to begin with.

~*~

“Are you sure this is safe?” you asked, looking around the strange alleyway surrounding you. 

“Don’t be a fucking wuss! Besides, I can fight remember? Nobody’s touching me tonight.”

“Yeah but…underground clubs are scary.”

“I know but that’s what makes this so exciting! Come on, let’s go!” She held your hand firm and tightly in her hand, giving you a reassurance squeeze that did nothing to help calm your raging nerves. 

“Imagine your brother finds you here tonight,” you laughed.

“Oh fuck. Takeomi would probably lock me in a house with no contact to the outside world for years,” Senju responded, shivering at the thought. She led you down the stairs and opened the janky door, leading you inside the club.

The rest of the night proceeded as follows, Senju getting drunk out of her mind; she nearly passed out on the floor from dancing too much, and you guarded the drinks, making sure nobody gets roofied tonight. This club was known for being shady, with drug transactions being held in the bathrooms of this place, and not just regular drugs, hardcore drugs. You had to use the bathroom and decided holding your pee in was much better than relieving yourself in a bathroom that had a woman passed out on the floor after taking too much drugs.

It was scary, and you had your guard up every second, and only felt relieved when you were carrying Senju outside, back through the alleyway to call for a taxi home. “It was soooooo much fun today. I loved it,” she slurred as you picked her up, struggling to hold her upright. 

“Yeah yeah I know. You told me this fifty times already,” you laughed lightly. “Come on, help me a little bit. I can’t carry you all the way, you’re too heavy!”

“I can’t feel my legs~”

“Oh for fucks sake.” You set her agaisnt the wall and caught your breath. You pulled out your phone and decided you had no other choice. You were calling her brother. 

“Who are you calling?” she asked after hearing the phone ring.

“Your brother.”

All traces of alcohol left her body as she practically screamed, “YOU’RE CALLING MY BROTHER?!”

“Relax! It’s Sanzu, not Takeomi. I considered Sanzu would be more understanding about this. It’s not like he and Omi are on speaking terms anymore.”

“Yeah but…”

“It’ll be okay, I promise,” you reassured her, patting her head.

“Hullloooo?” Sanzu’s voice rang through the speakers and you instantly perked up. 

“Sanzu! Hey! We kinda need your help right now.”

“‘M sorta busy right now. Is it urgent?”

“Senju’s kind of passed out right now and I need help taking her home. I can’t do it myself.”

“Senju’s WHAT?!” Takeomi’s voice boomed through the phone; Senju shivered in fear. 

“Sanzu! Why’d you put me on speaker phone you idiot!”

“So I can hear you better! Nothing’s wrong with that!”

You groaned and slapped a hand over your face, whispering sorry to Senju who looked like she was already planning her funeral. 

“Where are you guys right now?” Takeomi asked, sounding positively furious.

You gulped, Senju rapidly shaking her head no no no no. “We’re at this club…” you admitted, giving him the address.

“Wait, that club?” Sanzu perked up. “That place is like known for hardcore ass shit bro. Don’t tell me Senju took anything from there?”

“...she did.”

“Ah shit. Yeah, okay. Coming. It’s really close from here Takeomi. Don’t worry, lets’ go.” He turned his attention back to his phone. “You two. Stay right there—”

“You girls look pretty lonely by yourself.” The three of you froze as a deep voice spoke from behind you. You felt time pass in slow motion as you turned around to look at a guy waiting by the club’s backdoor. 

“We’re not lonely,” you said slowly. “Thanks for your concern though.”

Senju stood up on shaky legs and clutched onto your arms when she felt his stare on her body. “Yeah, we’re fine.”

“Who is that?” Sanzu asked from the phone.

“I don’t know,” you whispered back, clutching the phone tightly.

“Seriously don’t move. We’re heading out right now. All of us, okay?”

“Okay okay.” You had no clue who “all of us” meant, but you didn’t care, not when the guy slowly stepped away from the wall and began walking towards you both. You missed Sanzu calling for Ran to come in the car with them, your attention solely focused on this strange man in front of you.

“How old are you girls?” he asked, not even bothering to hide the shameless way he was gazing you both up and down.

“It’s none of your business,” Senju spat, slowly stepping back when he began walking forward. 

“It’s rude to not answer a question.”

“It’s even ruder to ask personal questions to strangers!”

“Senju, stop. You’re provoking him.” You squeezed her arm roughly, digging your nails into her arm.

“I don’t care! I hate men like him that think they’re entitled to us!”

“Men like me, huh? Go on, babe. Enlighten me on men like me.” 

“Senju just ignore him,” you whispered, panic filling you when you looked down at  your phone to see Sanzu had already hung up. “Sorry but we really have to get going,” you said to the man, bowing slightly before grabbing Senju’s hand and beginning to walk away from him.

You could hear his footsteps behind you and began walking faster until the point where you were running away towards the end of the alley. The end of the alley seemed so far away with how small your vision was as you panicked hearing him begin to run after you. Senju was a faster runner than you and grabbed your hand tightly, leading the way as you both bolted as fast as you could. 

“Stop running girls! I just wanna touch you!” he screamed out, laughing obnoxiously. He was clearly high on something.

Senju bumped into the chest of Takeomi at the end of the alley, and the man came to stop upon seeing Sanzu exit the car, a manic smile on his face.

“You wanna touch my sister huh?” Takeomi gritted out.

“Wow, uh I didn’t mean for—I didn’t know she was—” 

Sanzu walked up to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. “I think we should have a little chat, huh? Come with me.” He had this strangely friendly smile on his face that sent shivers down your spine. 

Your heart was beating out of your chest and you barely heard Takeomi telling you both to get in the car. He and Sanzu stayed behind and taught the man a lesson, and Senju slipped in the back, taking up all three seat as she laid down, exhausted.

You had no choice to sit in the front seat. The windows were tinted so you didn’t see Ran until you opened the door. You blinked uselessly at him, fingers tightening against the handle. “What are you doing here?”

“Saving your stupid ass, that’s what. Now get in.”

You swallowed whatever retort you had because he wasn’t lying, and as much as you shouldn’t a part of you felt relieved to see a familiar face after that incident. You slipped in the front seat and slammed the door behind you, putting your seatbelt on and looking straight ahead.

Ran got the order from Takeomi to take Senju home first and so he began driving towards the Akashi household. Senju was dead to the world in the backseat, drooling partially on the seat as the fatigue from running finally hit.The two of you sat in silence the entire ride, and Ran exited the car to put Senju inside once they arrived. He locked the door behind him and re-entered the car to see you facing the opposite way, staring out the window.

No other words were said as he dropped you back at your house, and you were surprised you both said nothing to each other the entire time. After sitting in silence outside your house for a while, Ran finally broke the silence.

“Are you fucking stupid?” Ran scolded. “What made you think coming to an underground club was a good fucking idea?”

“Oh sorry, I was just playing the role of the dumb desperate slut that can’t keep her legs closed. Sorry if I gave you a fright.”

“Listen to me,” he said sharply, making you snap your mouth shut. “You could’ve died tonight if we weren’t here tonight you know that? That place you went to, that’s not for girls like you. Not for girls like Senju either. I don’t know what fucking possessed you to be acting this fucking recklessly, but I just hope you know what you experienced tonight was a wake up call. You aren’t built for this goddamn lifestyle, so stop trying to act like you are.”

“...you’re right. I’m sorry, Ran.” You looked down at your lap when the tears started to drop from your eyes. “Tonight was so scary, I genuinely don’t know what would’ve happened if you weren’t there.”

Ran sighed and you kept sniffling as you heard his door open before slamming shut. You watched him round the car and open it on your end. “W-what are you—”

He carried you out of the car, your legs wrapping around his waist as he kicked the door closed behind him, walking up to your front door. He set you down on the ground and held his hand out. “Keys.”

You swallowed and reached inside your purse, pulling them out and into his hand. He unlocked your front door and once again carried you inside, locking the door behind you. He led you upstairs to your bedroom and set you down on your bed. 

You watched in confusion as he walked over to your chest of drawers and began searching for your pyjamas. Once in hand, he tossed them next to you on the bed, and then walked into your ensuite bathroom. You heard him turn the shower on.

“Get changed and come in here,” he said from the bathroom.

You stripped out from your dress and entered the bathroom, not even bothering to cover yourself in his presence, nothing he hasn’t seen before anyway. He was in the midst of taking his shirt off when you stepped into the shower, the warm water running down your body as you waited for him to join you.

You stared at your feet when he grabbed your soap, placing some on his hand before lavashing your body with soap, rubbing them along your arms and sides. 

“What are you doing Ran?” you finally asked as he bent down to wash your legs.

“What I should’ve done months ago.” His tone left no space for a remark from you, so you stayed silent and let him do what he had to you. Once you were washed clean, he turned the shower off and stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel and wrapped it around your body. “Go and get changed.”

“You need a towel too. I’ll go get one.” You quickly towelled yourself dry before stepping out, returning with an unused towel from your storage. “Here.”

“Thanks.”

You entered your bedroom and got changed into the clothes he picked out for you, then handed him some clothes of his you kept when he used to sleep over all those months ago. You sat on the bed and listened to him change. 

“Are you going to sleep over?” you asked, looking up at him.

“You want me to?”

You nodded slowly, getting into bed. He followed you, giving you some space as he laid down beside you. He had his back facing you, turned away from you and you frowned at the lack of attention.

“...Ran?” you tested, seeing if he was asleep or not.

“What?”

“Why don’t you want me?” you whispered, remembering the last time you were in your bed together. 

“Because I don’t deserve you,” he responded, voice flat and devoid of any emotion.

“Huh?” you asked, confused.

He turned around and looked at you, your eyes glossy with fresh tears. “I uh. I spoke to my mom a few months ago.” Your eyes widened, knowing the estranged relationship he has with her. Why didn’t he tell you this?

“I spoke to her and she uh, gave me a fucking reality check.”

“What did she say?” You shifted closer, close enough that you could see and finally notice the eyebags under his eyes, like he hasn’t had a good night sleep in time, which was strange for Ran as he savours sleep more than anything else in the world.

“A lot,” he sighed exhaustedly, rubbing a hand over his forehead. “Said I was a lot like my old man. That was I was emotionally stunted, sadistic, and a downright shitty person.” His chuckle was so emotionless, you almost reached out and hugged him, but stayed still as he wasn’t finished talking. “Worst thing was she’s right. I can’t savour relationships for my fucking life and when I actually felt something for the first damn time, I fucked things up and ruined it. Nobody else did that. I did. I’m responsible for that shit. I don’t wanna bring you down and you deserve better than me, whether you wanna admit that shit or not.”

He took a moment and you were unsure if you should respond or not. When you were about to, he continued. 

“She told me I’d ruin your life if I pursed you. Told me I was being fucking selfish. Can you believe that shit? And you know what, I fucking believed her. I thought I would do that, that’s why I pushed you away. I wanted you all to myself which is why I continued sleeping with you, which was wrong of me I know, but you seemed happy which is why I didn’t think much of it. Then you had to go fuck with my goddamn head and tell me you wanted me too.”

“...sorry,” you whispered, feeling the breath sweep out from your lungs.

“It’s not your fault, dummy. It’s mine. I—In that moment I should’ve been selfish. I know I should’ve, and every fucking day I regret not doing that shit. But as usual I fucked things up again, then you were gone. I thought we could still be friends so I could at least see you again, but nope. You distanced yourself from me.”

Another tear fell from your eyes, wetting your pillow the longer you heard him talk. “I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologising. You did the right thing. Keeping you as a friend would’ve been selfish of me. You clearly distanced yourself because you wanted to get over me, but I wanted you all for myself and wanted you in my life at all times, even if that wasn’t what you wanted. Once again, proving my ma right. I’m fucking selfish. Then that stupid party happened and just seeing you with Manjiro made me want to lose my shit. The fact that I wasn’t able to have you because as a guy living this type of lifestyle, it would be considered selfish. But yet Mikey was? How come he was allowed to be selfish and I wasn’t?”

“It’s not selfish Ran,” you finally got a word in. “I didn’t even like Mikey like that. We were just drunk and horny. I never dated him. In fact, I hadn’t dated anyone since I was with you. Nobody else made me feel the way you made me feel and it was selfish of me to want you when you didn’t want me back at that time. We’re allowed to be selfish Ran. Don’t let that stop you from getting what you want.”

Ran’s eyes were wide as he listened to you talk. When you finished, he shook his head. “My level of selfish and yours aren’t the same. In my world, if you’re vulnerable it can get you killed, or put in a bad situation where you have to take a live, or have yours taken. You don’t need to be involved in that. That’s why I can’t be selfish.”

“But—”

“No. Buts. Go find a nice accountant to date or whatever. You don’t need me tying your life down.”

You frowned. “I don’t want an accountant though.”

“Why not? You always said you wanted to marry rich.”

You shifted closer, flush against his. “I never said it had to be good money though.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek.

He looked down at you. “You’re fucking crazy,” he said with a light laugh, and you were happy you were able to break the ice.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulder, pulling him closer till your noses touched. “You love it though.” 

“Damn right I do.”

#—tr </3 #ran x reader #haitani ran x reader #ran haitani x reader #tokyorev x reader #tokrev #tokrev x reader #haitani ran smut #ran smut #tokrev smut

[joonipertree]

How Mikey Loves and Proposes

Okay so some of my headcanons for him align with my beliefs however I am very particular about characterisation so I'm gonna keep it balanced.

Genuinely i think Mikey does not need the paperwork, the title or official testimonies to consider himself your husband. Once he has sort of outgrown 'boyfriend', like maybe he's in his mid to late 20s, he wants a new title because boyfriend was very highschool.

Imagine every single thing a couple could be, it has been done. Shared apartments, pets, joint bank accounts. I genuinely think because of how devoted Mikey is with his people, he would be just as devoted to his partner.

He is a people person, he finds his people and he keeps them close to his chest no matter what happens. He has forgiven his people for the unforgiveable. Very very ride or die type of person. So out of everyone, he is devoted and loyal.

I will say, in cases of fucked up timelines...chances are he would either keep you at an arm's length, push you away and disappear or just be cold. He does this because he considers himself a danger. I don't care if he has hurt his friends, I dont care about dark impulses, that man would never lay a hand on you. Dark impulses are strong, his love for you is stronger.

If he does run away, he will never look at another person ever again. Loyal as fuck.

But we are talking about final timeline so LETS GO.

At some point, he just wants matching wedding rings, he just wants people to look at you and then look at your left ring finger and be like 'oh fuck, they're taken'. You're already his, ya'll probably have matching bracelets or necklaces that he bought with his very first paycheck. But he really craves that moment where you call him 'husband'.

He probably felt connected to you in an everlasting sense from the moment ya'll started dating. This commitment was from the soul from the get go.

So why does it take like 6 to 7 years into the relationship to get married? Firstly I just have a general rule that marriage should come after 5 years minimum because it's paperwork and a big process. You can disagree and just add in your own minimum but again...adding that no matter what, ya'll live together, wake up every morning together, build a future together. At some point, you guys are too busy getting jobs, being adults and hanging out with friends to be like 'ooooo marriage'.

How does Mikey propose?

i think it was spur of the moment, maybe it hit him that OH ya'll arent married and suddenly he has the urge to say it.

And one night, it's 2am and you wanna go on a night ride and he never says no to you so he wraps you in one of his jackets and both of you head on a ride.

And it's peaceful and maybe Mikey is having a moment where he's like 'I have died, been reborn and saved multiple times for this moment. I am meant to be alive so I could be with my person. I'm very happy I am alive.'

And he's blinking back tears, stopping close to a convenience store..using snacks as an excuse to stop.

And while he's walking through the place, grabbing his usuals and your favourites...maybe it's the fluorescent lighting or the way you're picking out the drinks, maybe it's because how you look in his clothes or because it's late and you're here with him getting snacks, maybe he is sleepy and warm that he says:

"I wanna be your husband."

And the place is too quiet to not hear it, the cashier is like 'what the fuck dude, you're gonna get smacked for proposing like that' but you look at him and his teary eyes and lovesick smile and you're just speechless. But you move forward to hold him, he wraps his arms around you and presses you close to him. It's warm and engulfing.

And maybe you give an excited 'yes' or maybe you make a joke about where your ring is or maybe it's a soft whisper of an answer...in any case....the answer had been given way before he had even asked it.

#mikey x reader #tokyorev headcanons #tokyo rev fluff #mikey headcanon #mikey imagines #mikey x you #tokyo rev x you #sano manjiro x reader #tokyo revengers sano manjiro #manjiro sano x reader #manjiro x reader #manjiro x y/n #manjiro x you

[tomblythismyhusband]

haunted [ coriolanus snow x fem!reader ]

[summary]: coriolanus snow x fem!reader | You comfort Coriolanus after he wakes up distressed. There’s something he’s not telling you, it pains you, but you still try to show your love. Coriolanus reluctantly accepts your comfort despite his thoughts being on Lucy Gray.

[warnings]: mentions of killing sejanus and mayfair

[wc]: 1.5k

[note]: story takes place two months after coriolanus comes back from district 12. [might do a part 2 still debating… posting this at 2am btw <33]

**part two**

Coriolanus’ eyes shot open, his body sticky with a cold sweat.

Her voice. It echoed in his mind. Lucy Gray was still with him even in his own bed. Her siren songs swirling around his head making him sick to his stomach. Coriolanus let out a puff of air.

It had been two months since he’d gotten back from District 12.

Two months.

He hated himself for giving in to the thought of her. He was supposed to be stronger than that.

Lucy Gray had poisoned his mind.

The familiar scent of her still lingering as a constant reminder of her cruelness. This was her fault. She did this to him. She’s the evil one.

He comforted himself at the thought that she might’ve bled out to death in the woods after he shot at what he thought to be her.

She was a silly girl. A silly girl that didn’t understand the way the world worked. He could even argue that she was delusional. Living her days singing pointless songs and lazily wandering through the forest was not a way to live.

His heart pounded its he thought of the possibility that she might still be alive. Waiting. Watching. Taking her time to pick out the perfect moment to tell the world about how he killed Mayfair and was the cause for Sejanus’ death.

“She’s dead. She’s dead to me.” He repeated in his head trying to relax himself.

He hadn’t realized that he was panting till he felt you stir next to him.

You blinked awake, at the faint sound. Your boyfriend, Coriolanus Snow, laid next to you. He was.. trembling?

Your attention was caught. You shifted your body a bit to wake yourself up.

“Corio…?” You mumbled, rubbing your eyes.

He didn’t respond. You slowly propped yourself up on your elbows, still blinking the sleep from your eyes.

“What’s wrong, are you ok?” You whispered into the darkness.

You reached out your arm to place it gently on his chest as you laid on your stomach. The moonlight slightly illuminated his stone faced expression. You could feel his heart beating rapidly.

“Coriolanus.” You said again, a little louder. Something was obviously bothering him.

“Just a nightmare.” He said lowly. You couldn’t help but notice the shakiness of his voice, the tenseness of his body.

You scooted closer to him, he flinched as you did this. “Darling, talk to me.” You said softly, looking into his eyes. They were shiner than normal, he looked ready to break down at any moment.

What was going on?

He seemed hesitant. You could see a tinge of anger in his expression.

He finally spoke, words that hurt you. Hurt you more then they should’ve.

“I can’t talk to you about this.” He whispered.

You always knew Coriolanus tended to be distant but it still hurt. Every time.

“Corio, you can always talk to me.” You said quietly.

You sat up now, concern plagued your body. You looked down at him as he stared straight ahead.

He shook his head, sitting up as well. He ran his fingers through his blonde hair. He tugged at the locks as he let out a shaky breath.

“I- I don’t-“ He choked out before biting back a sob.

This was new. Never had you even seen Coriolanus cry. Never. Not even at his former classmate Sejanus’ funeral did you see him shed a tear. While everyone sobbed he had stayed completely stone faced. Something must really be hurting him.

“Shhh… Hey.. hey…” You said softly, reaching your hands up to his face, placing them on either side. His eyes glistened with tears. You looked into them, your eyebrows furrowed.

“I’m here. Talk to me Corio.” You urged quietly, caressing his now tear stained cheeks.

He sucked in a shaky breath.

“Have you ever… had something happen to you that just inhabits your mind… haunting you?”

You tilted your head slightly. His words seemed vague. Was he thinking of his childhood? Sejanus? His time as a peacekeeper?

“Coriolanus what are you-“ Yous started to ask before you were sharply cut off.

“Just answer the question.”

His tone was cold.

You thought for a moment. You couldn’t really think of anything besides silly highschool moments like cheating on a test, or rejecting a nice boy’s date proposal. You decided to shake your head. You had a feeling Coriolanus was thinking about something a lot more meaningful than your futile experiences.

“No.. I haven’t.” You said quietly. You hoped your answer wouldn’t upset him further.

He let out a sharp sigh. “Then you wouldn’t understand.”

You frowned at his statement, pulling his head closer to you.

“Hey… just because I don’t entirely relate doesn’t mean I can’t help. I love you Coriolanus.”

His breath hitched as you said the word “love”. Oh how he hated that word.

A word that encased only lies.

Lucy Gray said she loved him, and what did she do?

She betrayed him.

The thought of you loving him made him shake with frustration. You didn’t mean it. He knew you didn’t. No one ever means “I love you.”

“I’m done talking about this.” He said passively. He tried to pull himself away from you but you didn’t budge.

“Why are you so scared to open up to me Coriolanus?” You asked in a slightly alarmed tone. “I don’t want us to just have a surface level relationship... I want all of you.” Your fingers gently stroked his face.

He fell silent for a moment.

“I just- have so much on my mind.” He choked out, fresh tears welling in his blue eyes.

You nodded, never losing his gaze. You wanted to make sure he knew you cared.

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, but just know I’m here.”

He stifled a cry as his head slumped against your shoulder. You gently ran your hands through his hair. He was broken and you so desperately wanted to fix him. He cried against you, his body shaking slightly.

You continued to stay calm, quietly kissing the top of his head. You traced calming circles on his bare back. You felt his tears dripping onto your shoulder.

“It’s healthy to let out your emotions Corio.” You mumbled against his head. You loved him so much. It hurt you to see him like this.

After a while he lifted his head, meeting your eyes. His face was flushed. You leaned in and kissed his salty cheek. He let out a breath as you pulled back staring at you.

Coriolanus shook his head slightly. “I don’t deserve you y/n.”

He meant every word of that sentence. He didn’t deserve your love that he didn’t know how to return.

He felt pathetic at this moment. He hated how vulnerable he was being, it was revolting. He didn’t understand how he could let his guard down like this. Coriolanus swore that after Lucy Gray he would never subject himself to love again.

But here you were.

Did you really care? Were you trying to use him? What were your intentions? These questions pounded in his brain, causing a headache.

You gave him a soft smile as his words filled your senses. I don’t deserve you. He had never said anything like that to you before.

“You mean a lot to me. You always have.” You whispered.

He leaned in to kiss you softly. “Thank you.” He mumbled against your lips. You could still the salt of his tears as you kissed.

You felt him lean back, to lie down again. You kept your lips pressed to kiss as you laid down as well.

Once you pulled apart you gave him a soft smile. “I love you Coriolanus.”

He studied you for a moment, then nodded. “Goodnight y/n.” Coriolanus then turned over, almost like he was blocking you out. You laid there, the familiar feeling of hurt twisting in your body at his usual coldness.

He had never told you he loved you. Not once. It was a word he constantly avoided. You silently turned over as well, waiting for sleep to numb the pain you felt.

Coriolanus knew that he’d probably hurt you by not returning your words, but he couldn’t.

He couldn’t say I love you knowing full well that Lucy Gray’s lullabies soothed him into sleep. The captivating lyrics twisting his mind.

Damn Lucy Gray. Your ruining my life. Your ruining my relationship with the one girl who says she loves me.

Why do you haunt me like this? Why do you continue to stab me in the back?

Why do you choose to kill me slowly with your memory?

#coriolanus x reader #tom blyth x reader #coriolanus snow #the hunger games #tom blyth #coriolanus x y/n #coriolanus x you #corio snow #coriolanus imagine #coriolanus fanfiction #the ballad of songbirds and snakes

[spdrwdw]

Do ypu have any gen hcs for gabriel? Like, relationship wise. or not hihi

I just love him so much he’s so bbg

I gotchu!!

Gabriel doesn’t get enough love and recognition. As many, I do hope he makes an appearance in the next movie.

♡Gabriel Relationship Headcanons♡

He is definitely the type of guy to bring you flowers on your first date

You would receive texts from him at 3 in the morning, asking if you were still awake because he wanted to talk to you and just hear your voice.

He would take you on dates to the amusement park, library, or do picnics. It didn’t matter. He would do anything you wanted to do. As long as he got to spend time with you, he didn’t care.

Gabriel was always happy to accompany you when you went out shopping. While other guys would be bored out of their minds following their girlfriends around the mall, Gabriel would have the time of his life. He would urge you to try out the clothes you’d pick and even pick some things himself for you to try. He was always your biggest supporter.

Whenever you felt insecure, he would always be there for you, reassuring you that those thoughts were not true and that you were perfect and meant the world to him. He would repeat himself as many times as he needed to for it to stick.

Gabriel was the golden retriever in the relationship. It was very rare seeing him upset or serious. However, it did cause you some worry at times, hoping he wasn’t bottling any stress.

Whenever you had those restless nights where your mind would be racing, you’d feel anxious or stressed, Gabriel would immediately make his way to your place. Didn’t matter if it was 2am. He would get out of bed and go to your place to comfort you.

Gabriel had his own insecurities as well. Whenever he saw you and his brother Miguel hanging out, he sometimes would think you’d be better off with Miguel, since he was the more attractive one- at least, that’s what he heard. But, you always assured Gabriel that you only had eyes for him.

Gabriel loved cuddles. He loved cuddling you and nuzzling his face against your neck, wrapping his limbs around you like a koala.

Gabriel can sometimes act like a sad puppy when he is deprived of attention from you. He will look at you with the biggest puppy eyes and pout until you kiss his pouty lips and nuzzle up against him.

While he may act all carefree and unserious, he is responsible and makes sure your needs are met

Sex with him is always an experience. Sometimes he is sweet and slow, other times he can be wild

He gets baby fever like crazy! If you two are both on the same page in wanting kids, he would subtly press you about it, like showing you some cute baby clothes from the rack while you’re shopping, or even cute stuffed animals from the toy section

May make a part 2?? *shrugs* Let me know if you guys want more Gabriel content

#gabriel o’hara #gabriel o’hara headcanons #miguel o'hara #spiderman 2099 #atsv #atsv miguel #gabriel o’hara x reader #miguel ohara #miguel 2099 #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara x reader

[se0bs]

𝖢𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖾 𝖬𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗌，𝖯𝟣𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗒

𝖲𝗒𝗇𝗈𝗉𝗌𝗂𝗌- Have the cuties marks on you face

𝖨𝗇𝖿𝗈－requested!! @littlebirdnizhoni P1h x Reader, Fluff/a bit of angst

𝖶𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌－Cussing, Jokes (I have freckles so I hope you get it 😭) Nicknames,idk

Keeho

#1 boyfriend goes to…. KEEHOO!! You think this man hates your freckle🥸HE LOVESSS THEEMEMEME. His ass would star at you trying to hid the urge to just count ever since freckle on your face. If you could get payed for how many times his answer has change you would be a billionaire right now….not even kidding you.Yoy can’t tell me he would be hella cringe and kiss ever spot like I just feel it in my soul!!🤯

“Let me kiss you!!!😡” Keeho running around the dorm to catch you.”NOOOO YOU WERIDO!!” Telling keeho.”Y’all cringe as hell” Mr.seob said from tin ass air.”K Y S!!” Keeho yelled at seob…”He’s right fuck your cringey ass” 😟

Theo

Shut this boy up he would probably see your freckles and call them shit marks 😰. Making himself look all innocent and BOOM DOOKIE MARKS…lock him up. Let me stop with this nonsense okie if he’s in his little giggle lover mood he takes a lot of pictures of your freckles like he probably as album full on just your freckles.HE WOULD TOTALLY YELL AT YOY IF YOU SAID “I need makeup I’m sick of my freckles!” LIKE WATCH YOU MAKEUP IT MIGHT 🏃‍♀️

“You got me fuck up what you mean” my freckles are ugly??!” Umm the last time I remember I have 289 photos of your face” Theo said look you up and down.

Jiung

Loved calling them glitter. All different shape’s sizes colors glitter!! he’s your number one fan like you thought you were nope he out beat you. Once it’s sleepy time he puts his finger on you arm and counts or traces your glitter makes.

“Stop jiung is 2am I need some sleep!!” cursing him to stop.”No No No I will finsh when I feel like it” telling you with all his might to not just crash to bed. “Boy you look like your going to pass out right now.” the there’s no more talking from jiung just sores.

Intak

Selfie in bed with a bare face is a must for him🙌!! Just about to make a nap and flash he just took a photo of you too. Gets every angle and close ups on your freckles. Your freckles making you insecure? NOT NO MORE WITH HWANG IN TAK!! He makes dad jokes to make you feel more happy about them.

“Come come let’s take a photo here” intak pulled you into a hug and pulling out his phone.”Intak really?” Look at the camera a bit tired of him taking hella photos. “Hurry up intak I’m hungry as hell!” Keeho told you and intak.after 20 photos you walk in hand together.

Soul

Runnnn I’m telling you!!

He well look at every single freckle and look for a heart I just know it.Tbh is cute but dam he takes foreverrrrr.He calls them your cutie mark like broo 😞 he probably named some to..

“Look at this cutie mark it looks like a dog!” Soul said pointing at you lower arm. “Soul that looks like nothing?” Telling him look confused. “I’ll take a picture and show it to you then😡” he look like a cartoon character. Takes the picture and shows it to you then you finally see it.”Ahhhh I see”

Jongseob

Cookie crumbs is your name yup y/n not no more it’s cookie crumb. Even if cookies are not your thing he does not care. He had a full list just of names for you. Probably bigger then the English dictionary.

“Wsp coco puff I think I like that one?! Nahh sprinkle is a bit more fitting for you” jongseob told you. “What’s next seed,stary,bug face, etc you can’t stop making me names 😭” laughing into jongseob neck. “I just like giving you unique names I want you to feel special!”

“This is the only time I’m going to let you be cringey”

𝖫𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖯𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝖻𝗒 𝖫𝖺𝗎𝖿𝖾𝗒

#p1harmony #p1harmony x reader #piwon #p1h imagines #p1h keeho #p1h x reader #p1h soul #intak p1h #p1h jiung #p1h theo #soul p1harmony #p1h jongseob #p1h scenarios #p1harmony scenarios #p1harmony imagines #p1harmony reactions #p1harmony headcanons #p1h intak #p1harmony fluff #p1harmony keeho

[curiousgworge]

꒰‧⁺ p1h as the good witch album *ೃ༄

*ೃ pairings: p1h!ot6 (individual) x reader

word count: 2173 (total)

warnings: some angst; mentions to alcohol and sleeping around

⠀⠀⠀⠀꒰‧⁺  yoon keeho - two weeks ago *ೃ༄

I wish we kissed when we first wanted

And we didn't miss all the time we did

You never planned to fall in love with your best friend, but it just sort of happened, and you did try to avoid it. But it’s Keeho, pretty and funny and gentle and sweet, the kind of guy who would throw rocks at your window late at night so you could spend more time together, and who would be bold enough to stay ‘till the morning and have breakfast with you and your mom. The kind of friend who would say no to all the girls who invited him to prom just to go with you, matching his tie with your dress and admitting he spent way more time than he should choosing the corsage he would bring for you. The kind of friend that gave you your first kiss because you were afraid of doing something wrong and being made fun of. 

But you did fall for him, and you couldn’t do anything but pretend you didn’t ‘cause you weren’t able to stay away from him. So you would act like everything was fine, like your heart didn’t skip a few beats when he showed up in the morning to pick you up with your favorite coffee to go, and like your heart didn’t break everytime he showed up with some new fling in his arms. And you would kiss other people at parties, but with your eyes closed you could imagine what it would be like if they were Keeho, what would it be like to kiss your best friend. 

You found out that it was better than you could’ve ever dreamed at Keeho’s parents’ beach house, during a trip with your friends at the end of your senior year, one last trip to say goodbye to your childhood and celebrate the beginning of college and adult life. It was around 2am and you were by the sea, sobering up from the alcohol one of your friends stole from her parents, when he came and sat by your side on the sand, and you felt an urge to tell him about your feelings, maybe ‘cause you got accepted in your dream college and you would soon move to the other side of the country, maybe ‘cause of the bit of alcohol that was still on your system, maybe ‘cause you couldn’t keep it from him anymore. And he kissed you in that moment like you always dreamed of, and again at the airport when you had to say goodbye. Between sweet pecks and salty tears, you wished you had told him sooner how you felt, and he wished he could go back two weeks ago, so he could stop you from confessing just to later leave and break his heart.  

⠀⠀⠀⠀꒰‧⁺  choi taeyang - BSC  *ೃ༄

Mr. I don't want a label

You made me little miss unstable

It all started in the wrong way, honestly. It was a terrible party, with terrible music and terrible alcohol (that you drank anyway, ‘cause you were already there and looking too pretty to just go back home), your best friend had already disappeared in the crowd, and terrible Choi Taeyang was there, looking as annoying and pretty as he always was. And three or four drinks later you and terrible Taeyang were all over each other, leaving the party to go to your house, where he kissed and worshiped you and acted as such a gentleman that you couldn’t believe he and sober Theo were the same person. And when you woke up the next morning, he was gone, the only trace that he was ever there being the coffee mug in the kitchen sink that you know for a fact wasn’t there last night.

And you would try texting him, but he would just tell you that he did not want to be in a relationship, ‘cause he was too young and life was too short and all this crap. And then it’s monday morning, and you see him in one of the classes you share, and he would act like you guys don’t know each other, never talking to you and barely looking at your face in the college halls. But then the weekend came, another terrible party happened and there he was again, under and over you and treating you like the most precious thing he ever had in his hands. 

Every time someone asked you about Theo, you would laugh and pretend everything was fine. And you must be really good at it, ‘cause no one could see that it was driving you nuts, turning you so crazy you kinda wanted to throw him in a river or tell his mom how much of an asshole her son was. But every Friday night there you were, in a nice dress, a cup with a terrible drink you barely touched in your hand, waiting by the bar for the moment that terrible Choi Taeyang would come and sweep you off your feet. 

⠀⠀⠀⠀꒰‧⁺  choi jiung - lost the breakup *ೃ༄

I'll smile and you'll have to face it

I'm thе greatest love that you wasted

Jiung had made a terrible mistake when he broke up with you, and he only realized that soon after it became too late to go back on his decision. 

Of course it was fun in the beginning: back to his single guy life, partying all weekend, buying drinks for pretty strangers in the bar, coming home late with no one to ask where the hell he had been, not having to explain or justify himself to you. He had more time to spend with his friends, to go back to the gym, to call his ex-girlfriend ‘cause he missed sleeping with someone he knew that he could cuddle after. And then it became boring: he was too tired to party, he hated how silent the house became when it was just him and his ex stopped answering his messages after he became too clingy. He became bored of going to the same places all the time, drinking the same cheap beer and flirting with girls he would not remember the next day. And he started missing the way you would spend friday nights in his couch, a bucket of popcorn in hands and a not-awesome-but-not-terrible movie on the TV; the smell of the food you made flooding his senses when he got home after work; the way you would fight him to be the big spoon when you guys laid in bed to sleep.

So he decided to call you, only to find out that you blocked his number. And then he spent the night checking your social media, seeing how nice you looked since you guys broke up, your smile so bright that made him think back when you smiled like that for him, because of him. Only then he realized that, beside fucking up big time, he lost the best thing to ever happen to him. 

⠀⠀⠀⠀꒰‧⁺  hwang intak - you’re just a boy (and I’m kinda the man) *ೃ༄

And maybe you're lost and just can't see what you have

But I'm not gonna wait, now I know better than that

The silly puppy boy charm that Intak had was what attracted you to him in the first place; the boyish grin, along with his pretty face and great body was like a magnet to half the people in the university, yourself included. That’s why you accepted going out with him in the first place, and also part of why you went on a second, third and more dates, even though you guys were very different and in very different places in life. But he was also fun, super chill, goofy and made you feel so at ease, like you haven’t felt in a long time with your responsibilities’ weight in your shoulders.

But after a while of dating him it became frustrating to you: the fact that he was always at ease, not a single worry in his mind, how he could lightly joke with important stuff and how little he thought about his future. He would provoke you, talking about how anxious you were, that you needed to chill out. And then he would kiss your cheek, lovingly call you by some silly nickname and leave to play video-games with his friends, while you would doubt: were you really just exaggerating? Then the worry became anger, seeing how little he cared about your concerns and breakdowns, even if it wasn’t on purpose.

And even tho you loved him so much, you couldn’t let him hold you back, especially when he was incapable of realizing that he was losing you in the process. So you tried one last time, standing your hand for him to hold it and come with you; but he was just a boy, too childish to see that not only he was losing his best friend, but also his biggest fan, and the one person who wanted not only to take over the world, but wanted him by their side to do so. 

⠀⠀⠀⠀꒰‧⁺  haku shota (soul) - want you back *ೃ༄

She'll have you every summer when I only had you half of the spring

You and Shota never really stood a chance. It was around spring break when you first met each other, you and your friends just enjoying the recess. You were at the arcade, spending tons of money on a claw-crane machine, trying to get a Cinnamonroll plushie that was not worth all you had already spent when Soul came and asked to take a shot. You let him, and then both of you spent the next 15 minutes fighting against the damn machine, getting the prize being now about yours and Shota’s honour, and when he finally got it, he gave the Cinnamonroll to you along with his phone number. 

And then you began texting, then came the late night calling, and then going on dates. You went on amusement parks and the spring fair, screaming together on rollercoasters, taking pictures on the horses of the carousel, too small for both of you, and looking at each other eyes on the top of the ferris wheel, both of you way too shy to take a initiative; went roller skating, and you laughed every time he fell and pulled you to the floor with him (and he did fall a lot). Then you shared your first kiss, in the middle of the rain that started suddenly and ruined your picnic, but you were way too happy in his arms to care about the things that went wrong. 

But just like that, spring break was over, and you both knew you were too. You thought- you hoped- that you guys stood a chance, but as Shota went back home, he left with your heart, and that was the end of it. The routine came back, the responsibilities too, and he could become a distant memory if your friends stopped talking about him, remembering you how shitty it was that things never worked out. But even knowing all of that, you keep wishing that maybe next spring he’ll come back, and you know that if he does, you’ll still want him just as much as in the beginning. 

⠀⠀⠀⠀꒰‧⁺  kim jongseob - Yoko *ೃ༄

I meant ‘don't go’, it came out as ‘goodbye’

You said fine, when you should've said ‘or we could try?’

It was all just a misunderstanding waiting to happen: all of his messages you left on read, your missed calls he never returned, the date nights that never happened and where never rescheduled. But he didn’t see it coming, not with the apologies in audio messages, explaining that you were drowning in piles of college work and tasks. You didn’t either, not with the way he would knock on your door late at night, and would hug you till you slept listening to him talk about his day. Not with the pretty flowers and even prettier apologies you would exchange. 

You were young and stupid, the miscommunication between you burning and boiling ‘til one of you exploded, and you would scream and fight and never really solve it, forgetting whatever you were discussing about between angry kisses and empty offenses. And later you would look at each other’s eyes and they were filled with so much love, so much passion, that neither you or Jongseob could even remember why you wanted to leave in the first place. 

Until you did leave. And he thought you wanted to, so he let you. And you thought he wanted you to, so you never turned back. He misunderstood you and you misunderstood him, and neither one of you ever tried to fix it. So now you’re both seeing other people, and it’s too late for Jongseob to tell you he still loves you, and it’s too late for you to say that you do too. 

#p1harmony #p1harmony x reader #piwon #piwon x reader #p1h imagines #p1h scenarios #p1h x reader #p1h keeho #keeho #keeho x reader #yoon keeho #p1h theo #theo x reader #theo #choi taeyang #p1h jiung #jiung #choi jiung #jiung x reader #p1h intak #intak #hwang intak #intak x reader #p1h soul #soul #haku shota #soul x reader #p1h jongseob #jongseob #kim jongseob

[kivaember]

when you get the urge to just crank out 2k+ oneshot about rusty getting briefly jealous over ayre when 621 tells him about her............ well anyways. here, enjoy! (it's not 2am i should sleep)

jealousy

Rusty wasn't quite sure when it started exactly, these talks with the new merc in town.

The days were long on Rubicon, and the nights even longer, and as the stalemate stretched between Arquebus and Balam, so too did the monotony of the various sorties Rusty was sent out on. Usually he was alone, performing well at 'surgical strikes' or 'sabotage runs', but sometimes he was deployed alongside the MT squad he was the commander of. There wasn't much chatter there, though, except for 'yes sir!' or 'understood, commander!' from the grunts, or Snail's dulcet tones drawling through the comms.

With the new merc, it was a little different.

He didn't talk for one. Raven only ever communicated through text, and even these were very short phrases like ack, or negative, or clarify. It should've been off-putting, but Rusty found a strange sort of openness to the blank canvas Raven offered during sorties. No matter what Rusty said, Raven always replied with an ack at the very least.

Acknowledgement. I acknowledge your words.

It was little things at first, inconsequential. After their first team up at The Wall, where Raven survived where he shouldn't've, Rusty had been curious yet wary. He knew that the merc was running a stolen license - he'd met the original Raven and had narrowly escaped with his life in the encounter - and he'd heard of Handler Walter's reputation. His Hounds tended to be high-quality pilots, no matter their outdated augmentations and their equally outdated ACs - and they bore no loyalty to no one but Walter, who was a dangerous wildcard in his own right.

So Rusty had tried to scope out this 'hound'. Got absolutely fuck-all in return.

"So, where're you from?" Ack. Negative. "Nowhere?" Ack. "How old are you?" Ack. Negative. "You don't know?" Ack. "What's your favourite food?" Ack. Negative. "You don't have one?" Ack. "What're your plans after Rubicon?" Ack. Negative. "None?" Ack.

Was it cageyness? Maybe he was so brainfried he didn't remember? Rusty didn't know, but it prompted him to give him examples in return, even if they were all blatant lies:

"I'm from the Jupiter colonies, though I grew up in Tau Ceti." Ack. "I'm almost forty years old." Ack. "My favourite food is seafood paella." Ack. "I plan to take a two week vacation to the beach after Rubicon and blow all my bonus money on a new car." Ack.

And from there...

Rusty didn't know when it started. When his probing questions getting stonewalled turned into him just... talking to Raven, if only to hear the ack in return. How his blatant lies shifted into something just half a step away from vaguely truthful, on those long days and even longer nights, during sorties where they trashed Balam outposts and sent their MTs running, or harassed Liberation Front supply lines (yet, somehow, those Rubiconists always somehow managed to slip away before they could be captured for re-education, strange that....)

It'd become a sort of catharsis for him, a comfort. Maybe this was what it was supposed to be like when you went to therapy, having someone you could just talk at to sort out your own thoughts, not having to juggle with actually carrying a conversation, just needing someone to say yup, i hear you, i'm listening, without giving needless platitudes or advice - or worse, asking questions.

Hah.

It was kind of pathetic, really.

But for someone like Rusty, this was the best he was going to get. Once he'd finished his mission, no one would ever want to speak to him again - provided he wasn't buried in a shallow, unmarked grave, with his name synonymous to traitor.

So, despite the slippery slope this was, with Raven squatting in the nebulous region of threat i am keeping close to observe and one of the few decent people in my fucked up social circle i'd be sad to kill one day, Rusty kept talking.

And eventually... Raven spoke back.

-

"-nyway, it's getting a bit awkward right now. Freud's more than a little antsy at how Snail keeps giving me all the assault missions while he's staying benched just in case, and I have no idea how to tell him that Snail's probably just trying to kill me by overworking me. Well, tell him in a way to say 'this isn't a good thing!' Pretty sure Freud would find that a fun afternoon, dodging assassination attempts..."

'Ack.'

"Honestly, I'm a little jealous of you sometimes, buddy," Rusty sighed half-jokingly. He toed a chunk of scrap with STEEL HAZE's clawed foot, checking it for mines. Balam had gone a little nuts with this current outpost of theirs, and the place was lousy with them. "You get to pick and choose your missions, and don't have to deal with office politics. Now there's a battlefield that takes no survivors, let me tell you."

'Ack.'

"In fact, it's just you and Walter, isn't it?" Rusty mused. He knew Arquebus had already exhausted its information network to dig up as many skeletons as it could on Walter, and amazingly enough they'd only come up with a few bones. Walter's past was shadier than midnight fog, and Raven basically manifested out of thin air with how non-existent his papertrail was.

Or, rather, how fraudulent it was. The original C4-621 had died over two years ago. Whoever this 621 was... no one had a clue, no one but Raven himself and Walter, that is.

'Ack. Negative.'

Rusty paused, putting his very cautious examination of his immediate surroundings on hold as he fixed STEEL HAZE's ocular feeds onto STALKER.

"It isn't?"

Raven didn't respond, which was odd. He always gave at least an ack. Had he said something he wasn't supposed to? Rusty was intrigued... but he knew he'd get nothing else out of him. Still, it was a scrap of info-

'i have a friend.'

Rusty blinked at the words that flashed across his HUD, in the little chatbox that was designated for STALKER's text comms. It was not ack, negative or clarify. It was actually a full on sentence, the very first that Rusty had ever read from the mercenary.

He was actually speechless for several moments, the words actually taking some time to fully process their meaning.

"A... friend?" Rusty repeated.

'Ack.'

Rusty waited, because in any normal social setting this would be when elaboration occurred, but after three whole minutes where they just stood there staring at each other, Rusty realised nope, that was it. Raven just upended the norm to drop an enigmatic sentence and decided to explain nothing. Typical.

"...who's this friend?" Rusty tried. "You got a name for them? Any details? C'mon, throw me a bone here."

There was no immediate response. Rusty waited impatiently.

'Ayre. She's a Rubiconian. I have no bones. Sorry.'

Ayre? A Rubiconian? She?

"Huh..." Rusty's stomach felt weird, a sort of knotted tension he couldn't quite explain. A Rubiconian... he didn't know anyone by the name of 'Ayre', but then again, he's been away for ten years and didn't know everyone... as an independent mercenary, too, Raven probably took jobs for the RLF - Rusty already knew of two he'd taken - so... probably someone from one of the other cells...

A friend though... he probably interacted with her outside of missions to have that close of a relationship. Two months, though? This was the first time Rusty had prised anything other than ack, negative or clarify from the guy in those months, and it turned out he had a full on friend in his back pocket this whole time? Talk about a shock...

"How'd... you meet?" Rusty asked, aiming for casual but his words coming out all stiff instead.

'Mission.'

Right, of course.

Rusty abruptly returned to the task at hand: checking their ground route for mines as they inched through the outer perimetre of the Balam outpost. Usually they'd just fly over the damn things, but Balam had installed some heavy-hitting anti-air cannons, the outpost practically a bristling porcupine with how many of them were primed and ready to shoot a fly out of the sky so... here they were, tiptoeing through a minefield instead.

It was tedious but doable. STEEL HAZE's LIDAR system was finetuned enough to detect the mines before he entered their detonation range, and STALKER was a repurposed surveyor AC. It was slow but safe. Mostly slow.

'You too.'

"Huh?" Rusty blinked at the sudden text, confused from the lack of context. "Me what?"

'Friend.'

"...oh." It clicked. "I'm your friend too?"

'Ack.'

"Thanks, buddy," Rusty said, injecting some friendly cheer into his tone, even as he felt... conflicted over the whole thing. His stomach hurt like he'd just eaten a bowl of stinging nettles, his mouth twisted into a grimace as his emotions bounced between tiredly resigned and intensely guilty.

He didn't return the sentiment, and Raven said nothing else. In fact, the rest of the mission was completely silent, broken only by Rusty giving the occasional order or situation update as they penetrated the minefield and destroyed the anti-air guns in the outpost, the Balam MTs routed and in full retreat.

Rusty knew it was out of character. He was chatty, especially with Raven, but his mind kept churning over this mystery friend. Ayre. She. Apparently been buddies with Raven for a while.

He was surprised Walter would've tolerated it. He always weighed in whenever he was on comms on their sorties, snapping at Raven to focus on the mission, or curtly telling Rusty to stop distracting his hound. Needless to say, he and Walter did not see eye-to-eye often, and Rusty couldn't help but feel that Walter held a hint of disdain for him specifically. He had no idea what he'd done to earn that mysterious handler's ire, though. Getting too friendly with his dog, maybe?

In which case...

"Hey, Raven," Rusty said, too curious for his own good. "Does Walter know about this Ayre of yours?"

'Ack.'

"He does? And he's... fine with her?" Rusty asked in mild surprise. Huh, maybe Walter was fine with his hound knowing nice girls? Well, as nice as freedom fighter girls could be... or Walter disliked corporate mercenaries? But he was oddly friendly with Michigan, so that couldn't be it...

Maybe he was just plain homophobic? Thought Rusty was some evil gay trying to seduce his hound to bat for the Arquebus team only? Rusty couldn't help but snort at that theory.

'He doesn't think she exists.'

Uh...

"He... what?"

'He doesn't think she exists.'

Rusty had no idea how to unpack that.

"...like, does he think she's a catfish or...?"

'? Catfish can't talk?'

"What?"

'She's not a fish?'

"No, I- not that kind of fish. A catfish."

'Catfish are a diverse group of ray-finned fish. They can't communicate with humans.'

"No, no, not- it's- it's describing a technique people use, to decieve someone with a fake identity. Usually in romance scams... it's called catfishing. So, a catfish. A person faking their identity to scam you out of something."

'Ack. Negative. Ayre is not 'fake' or scamming me.'

"But Walter thinks she is?"

'He thinks she doesn't exist.'

Why did Rusty feel like they were going in circles...? He let out a laugh, amused despite the frustratingly confusing nature of this entire discussion, and shook his head.

"Buddy... why doesn't he think she exists?"

The response was a long time coming. Long enough that Rusty thought Raven had dropped the topic entirely - even if it would've left Rusty thoroughly scratching his head on the apparent Schrodinger nature of one Ayre Rubicon, when:

'Because she doesn't have a body and only I can hear her voice. He thinks she's a hallucination.'

...

Okay.

Rusty had no idea how to unpack that.

"Huh," he said, with absolutely no emotion whatsoever. "I see."

He said nothing else. What else do you say to that. Really.

'You don't think she exists either.'

"I..." Rusty could practically sense some sort of wall being pulled up between him and Raven, leaving him with only a split second to make a snap decision. Tell the truth and say yes, I actually agree with your handler for once and think she's a hallucination, and alienate Raven, or lie and say no, I believe you, tell me more, and end up spending the rest of his time humouring Raven and his hallucination in full earnest.

And... really, what was wrong in that?

This hallucination clearly didn't interfere in Raven's mission performance, and he seemed to be otherwise connected to reality. Maybe Ayre was just a manifestation of Raven's loneliness, an imaginary friend he'd conjured up for himself and just couldn't let go of. Rusty knew Gen Fours had it hard. Legally, they weren't even considered humans, just intellectual property or military assets. Maybe this 'Ayre' was the only "human contact" he'd had until Rusty had come along.

With that in mind... Rusty's decision was easy.

"I believe you," Rusty said gently. "Just trying to wrap my head around not having a body... must be hard."

There was a pause, a long one, and Rusty waited to see if Raven would see through him and scorn him for trying to humour him, or if he was just-

'She says she's used to it, but there're some things she wants to do but can't, without a body.'

"Oh? Like what?"

And just like that, their roles were reversed. Raven's responses were slow, typed out as they were, but Rusty was getting more than ack, negative or clarify, and he felt a little rueful that it was because of an imaginary friend when he'd been standing right here for months...

But it was fine. Rusty'll show him that he didn't have to pretend to get his human interaction. Just like how Raven quietly listened and acknowledged his words, Rusty'll will do the same. And even if Raven kept hallucinating this Ayre, what did it matter, so long as it didn't interfere in his connection to reality?

Out of all vices Rusty had seen in his fellow pilots... this was the most harmless one

...if a little sad.

#armored core #armored core 6 #v.iv rusty #c4 621 #viv621 #fanfic #when ur slapped with a fic idea instead of sleeping... #anyway here's rusty getting jealous over ayre for a hot second

[no-phrogs-in-hats]

hi hi! sooo i’m having to have a procedure done at the hospital tuesday and i was wondering you could possible write a sick reader with one of Gwen’s characters? you can pick which character you’re in the mood to write for please! i’m really really nervous for tuesday and the prep for it started today. i’ve cried multiple times today too 😅 i’m feeling really bad and just want some Gwen/Gwen character comfort. if you don’t wanna write this it’s completely okay! i hope your day/evening are amazing! ☺️💚

You're a Pain in my Ass Side

Lariss Weems x reader

Warnings: Appendicitis, hospitals, medical stuff, surgery

A/N: Hi! I'm so sorry this took so long! I hope your surgery went well! I'm getting surgery soon to remove some tumors in my back so I know how you feel! I kind of based this oneshot off of when I had to get my appendix removed at 14 so...that was fun.

You wince in pain, clutching the right side of your abdomen. The pain had been coming and going since early that morning and it was now dinner time.

 Larissa, who sits beside you on the couch, notices immediately. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, Larissa,” you say. “I’m fine.”

In truth, the pain had been consistent throughout the day, and it was only getting worse. 

Larissa eyed you nervously. “I don’t know, Y/N. You’ve always been one to minimize things.”

“Larissa,” you huff, rolling your eyes. “I’m fine. You don’t need to worry.”

“You’re the love of my life. I’ll always worry.”

While Larissa was snoring softly beside you in bed, falling asleep was almost impossible. The sharp pain in your abdomen refused to go away and you lay there, curled in a ball. You give up trying to sleep around 2am and take your phone off the charger and unlock it.

‘Pain in the right lower abdomen,’ you search online.

The first thing that pops up is appendicitis. You look more into it and find that almost every symptom listed relates to your condition. 

Shit.

‘But what were the chances of it actually being appendicitis?’ you ask yourself. ‘It’s probably nothing.’

Eventually, you do fall asleep, but about an hour later, your alarm goes off. You’re groaning as you turn over, meeting Larissa’s sleepy smile.

“Sleep well?” she asks, yawning after.

“Define well,” you mutter.

Larissa frowns and rubs the sleep from her eyes. “I’m sorry, darling.” She watches as you wince again from the pain in your side. “Seriously? Y/N it’s obviously not nothing! You’re in pain!”

“Larissa, really. I’m alright,” you assure her. “I’ve been in worse pain.”

She sighs and leans over to kiss your forehead. “Alright…If you say so.”

Larissa was kicking herself all day. Sometimes she hated how stubborn you could be…and this was one of those cases. She texts you constantly throughout the day asking you about any other symptoms, how long the pain has been there, and assuring you that it’s alright to go to the hospital if needed. In fact, she urged you to let her drive you to the hospital.

Multiple times that day, you had to pause lecturing the students because the pain became so bad. At lunch, you were seated at your desk grading papers when you doubled over in pain. And, to your dismay, Larissa had walked in right at that moment.

“Alright! You are not okay!” she scolds. 

“Larissa,” you sigh, “I’m fine! I promise!”

Her jaw drops. “Y/N, you are hunched over and groaning because it hurts so badly!” She walks over to you, huffing as she puts her hand to your forehead. “You’re burning up, darling! Come on! I’ll have a teacher substitute for your la–”

“No!” you shout. “Larissa! I’m alright, re–Jesus Christ!”

Another wave of pain and you could hardly talk. Larissa purses her lips and her eyes are aflame. “Quit being stubborn! We’re going to the hospital!”

You give up. You knew it was a lost cause to argue with Larissa on this matter. So, you allow her to take your arm, supporting you as you walk to the car. As she starts driving, you speak up, “Don’t take me to Jericho Medical. I don’t care if it’s closer, I can wait half an hour for Burlington.”

She looks over at you, peeved to say the least. “Fine. We can go to Burlington.”

You sit in the waiting room of the emergency room beside Larissa as she fills out forms for you. 

“You don’t smoke, you’re not on any medications,” she mutters. “Are you pregnant?” You glare at her and she giggles, “Just joking around, darling. Do you have any allergies to certain medications?”

When your name is called and your vitals and symptoms are taken by a nurse, you’re administered painkillers and told to wait for the doctor. 

“How are you feeling?” Larissa asks, taking your hand.

Your eyelids are heavy but you give her a soft smile. “Tired. I fell asleep an hour before our alarm went off.”

Larissa chuckled. “Oh, I’m sorry, sweetheart. What about the pain?”

“Meh…Pain meds have never really worked on me,” you say.

The doctor enters the room, and once again, you’re asked how you’re feeling. The doctor and her interns explained the process of diagnosing, wheeling you away from Larissa to perform a CT scan. 

You wait a little over an hour before the doctor returns. “Well,” she says, “looks like appendicitis!”

You groan and Larissa quietly laughs, taking your hand and muttering, “I told you so.”

The doctor explains the procedure, saying it would only take about an hour, and that it would be done through your belly button. “Laparoscopically,” she had said.

After being admitted, you’re assigned to an actual room, and Larissa immediately goes to get something to eat. 

“I’m starving,” you whine, watching as Larissa eats a bag of chips from the hospital cafeteria beside you in pre-op. “You could’ve at least waited until I was in surgery.”

Larissa gave a sheepish look. “...Sorry. I’m just…I promise, sweetheart, after you wake up, I’ll get you all the sherbet you can eat,” she says, pronouncing the ‘bert’ as ‘bit’.

“I hate how you say ‘sherbert’,” you laugh. “But thank you.”

Last minute medications to prepare you for surgery are injected through your IV, and these ones work. Your head feels fuzzy and you’re…loose lipped, so to say. 

Turning to the nurse, you smile and whisper loudly to her, “Do you see the woman next to me? Isn’t she gorgeous? I am so lucky! She’s eating in front of me, though, and I haven’t eaten since dinner last night.”

The nurse laughs as she places a heated blanket over you and fits compression socks over your feet. “That might be a dealbreaker, huh?”

“Too late to be a dealbreaker,” you slur. “I married her.”

Larissa smiles as she watches you talk to the nurse, enjoying how blissfully unaware you are that she can hear you. Before you’re wheeled into the operating room, she leans over and gives you one last kiss. “I’ll see you soon, darling. I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” you mumble. Turning back to the nurse, you grin. “Isn’t her accent hot? That’s what I married her for–her Britishness.”

Hours later, you wake to the feeling of Larissa’s fingers combing through your hair. “Oh, good! You’re awake!”

“I think that was the best sleep I’ve ever gotten,” you mutter. 

She giggles and places a kiss on your forehead. “It’s ten o’clock and you’ve been out since two, so you definitely got some well-needed rest.”

“I don’t remember the last time I got more than six hours of sleep,” you say, your eyes slowly but surely ridding themselves of the grogginess that the anesthesia caused.

“Probably our honeymoon.” Larissa hums and her free hand takes yours before pressing a kiss to it. 

Thinking for a moment, you shake your head. “No…There was a long weekend a few months ago and you fucked me so h–”

Her hand drops yours quickly and moves to cover your mouth. “Alright, how about we wait until you’re fully awake and off anesthesia.”

#gwendoline christie #larissa weems #larissa weems x reader #gwendoline christie x reader #fanfic #oneshot

[danielfuckingricciardo]

First Kisses - Charles Leclerc x Reader

Pairing - Charles Leclerc x Reader

Word Count - 900

Content Warnings - nothing, just fluff

Synopsis - You and Charles are both in love with each other, only you are both too oblivious too see it. That is, until Charles realises just how good you look in red, and what a perfect match you truly are.

Author’s Note - Even though this isn’t what I wanted to give you all this evening (or morning I suppose it is 2am lol) I got the desperate urge to write some fluff and so here it is, the second instalment of this series! I hope you enjoy it!

“Whaddya think?” You ask, twirling around and sending your skirts in a swirl, the delicate fabric floating around your body like a swarm of red butterflies.

“Oh, a- you look ah- amazing,” Charles stutters, attempting to hide the blush forming on his cheeks.

It was no secret to everyone around you that Charles was head-over-heels in love with you. Despite his tendencies to become awestruck whenever in your presence, and to become utterly stupid and barely able to talk whenever you were around, you were completely oblivious to his feelings.

This was due, in part, to the fact that you too were completely in love with him too, you just couldn’t believe that he would ever feel the same way about you. And so the two of you spent most of your time together pining over the other, both unable to notice the desire that burned within you and ached for escape.

“Isabelle picked such wonderful bridesmaid dresses didn’t she! I can’t wait to watch her walk down the aisle next week!” You exclaim, gently patting the silk fabric that draped elegantly by your thighs.

“The red, it really suits you,” Charles says, and you struggle to fight off the blush that crept up your own cheeks.

“We’d make quite a pair, in red together,” You say, too absorbed in the feeling of the fabric to realise that you had not actually intended to say those words out loud.

“Wha-?” Charles exclaims, his face now Ferrari red at the compliment.

“I mean- uh- red is your colour too, I suppose, you know Ferrari and stuff…” You trail off, your face as red as Charles’ as you try and justify your words to throw him off the scent of your embarrassing crush.

“I should get you a team shirt, actually, I don’t know why I haven’t given you one already. I have a spare, if you’d like it?” Charles asks, taking a tentative step over to where you stood before the mirror in Charles’ bedroom.

“That would be really sweet of you Charles, I’d love to be able to wear your number on my shirt next time I come and watch you race.” You say, turning to face the man who was much closer behind you than you had anticipated. You almost bump into him as you do so, and you both chuckle awkwardly as Charles takes a step back to give you some room.

He snaps out of his trance and disappears into his wardrobe, shuffling around in the rails and opening various boxes before you hear a triumphant ‘aha!” And he returns to you, a red shirt in his hands.

“You should try it on, make sure it fits. If not I can get you a different one,” He says, handing you the shirt and returning to his position behind you in the mirror.

You slide the shirt over your head, not caring to change out of your red bridesmaid dress, and observe yourself in the mirror. “It’s perfect,” you utter, “thank you.” It isn’t a perfect fit - it’s slightly ill-fitting but you didn’t care. It smelt like Charles, it had belonged to him, and that made it perfect.

Charles thought you looked perfect in it. He loved the thought of you walking around the paddock, his name and number on the shirt you wore, claiming you as his and no one else’s.

His hand somehow finds your shoulder, moving almost of its own devices as he’s sure he didn’t give it permission to do so. He doesn’t regret it, however, as you turn around to face him, the distance between you a lot smaller than a comfortable distance between friends.

His touch on your shoulder, the sensation of the shirt clinging to your body, and Charles’ eyes roaming your body in clear view encourage you to do something you had been wanting to do for some time. You kiss him. It’s short, and sweet. A quick peck on the lips before your brain can catch up with your innermost desires which had taken over control of your body.

Charles just stands there for a moment, unsure exactly of how to react. Had you really just kissed him? Does that mean you felt the same way about him as he felt about you? As all these thoughts rushed through his mind, he realised that he was, in fact, just standing there, unmoving.

Now fully aware and in control, he kisses you back, mimicking your action by returning the short sweet kiss to your lips.

You both let out a small synchronised chuckle, unsure exactly as to what to do next.

“So, that just happened,” You say, rubbing the back of your neck awkwardly.

“Yeah, it did, huh?” Charles says, offering you a small smile in return.

“What should we do now?” You ask, your eyes flashing up to make eye contact with him for the first time since the second kiss.

“We should… do it again, maybe?” Charles asks, and you nod, smiling sweetly at him before he once again claims your lips with his own, this time, for a much longer period as the two of you finally get what you had been longing for all this time.

#Charles Leclerc x reader #charles Leclerc x you #charles Leclerc imagine #f1 x reader #f1 x you

[heartfullofleeches]

That carnal urge to bite someone at 2am translated to a fic about remorseful/crybaby monster reader and the yan who cares for them [blood, light gore mentions]

A soft knock sounds against their window.

Ringing the doorbell at this hour would wake their neighbors dog and the whole neighborhood by proxy. Good, getting better. Such as the same, knocking on the window was far too strange of a greeting for their guest to be your average late night visitor like a police officer or a neighbor concerned about the blood trails in your yard. A burglary possibly, but one capable of such a gentle knock couldn't possibly mean any harm. At the very least they knew they could answer the door unarmed. Wouldn't want to frighten the wrong crowd.

Muffled sobs battle the raging winds for supremacy. In terms of filling someone with dread for the unknown, the winner was clear as the skies were bleak. Those cries were just - wrong. Like the howls of a dog past it's prime who had already been put to rest; whimpering those final howls on repeat like a broken record. The type of cry that makes you feel the urge to help, but the closer you get the more you realize something is terribly wrong. The home owner unlocks the dead bolt without a second thought on the matter.

"Car...mine."

It's the smell that hits them first. That awful stench akin to corroding metal masking a gentler scent of moss after a fresh rain. It always smelled like that regardless of the weather, and the body wash they used. Impossibly dark eyes cast clear streams of tears down a crimson stained face - rusted talons ripping holes in the sweater the homeowner misplaced just a few days ago. The creature sniffles.

"Sorry... I'm sorry, I did it again, Carmine. Please help me..."

Carmine. True be told, that wasn't their name. They thought of changing it legally, but hadn't gotten around to it yet. That word was the first thing it ever said to them. So proud to have correctly guessed the color of their attire. That one word alone is probably what had kept both of them alive by now. It stopped them from putting a bullet through the poor thing so that had to count for something. They'd gladly be any color of the rainbow for this creature.

"Oh my dear sweet Y/n-" They bite their tongue, backpedaling onto their concern as they hold the creature's hands. "Who's gone and ruined that sweater I gave you? It looked so good on you."

The creature fights back another onslaught of tears. "I got hungry and you weren't home. It's... rude to enter houses without permission - so I made sure the door was unlocked first."

Carmine swathes the beast with their loving arms, and the robe ripped straight from their shoulders. They felt terrible for the sorrow they caused, but the pain was a double edge sword for all those nights they spent copped up alone afraid their innocent monster had gotten themselves killed or worse. Found another human to do it's bidding.

"Now, now - my home is yours, my sweet. I left a key under the mat for that very reason. You can't go into stranger's homes and do as you please, despite how polite and kind you are. For now, let's get you cleaned up and in some fresh clothes. Sound good, Dove?"

The creature nods. Carmine presses a kiss to their damp cheek. "Good."

-

The bath is nice. It enjoys the bath. When Carmine brushes the collated blood out its hair and cleans the flesh beneath its claws everything goes quiet in its head. They're able to hide away from the insatiable hunger and the screams. Able to fit the mold their human body created and truly be -

"Y/n? Are you with me now, angel?"

You nod again, reaching out to touch their face. "Mm.."

Carmine kisses the ring of your thumb. "You've spoken enough for one day, dear. I know punctuation can be hard for you."

Your tongue lulls against your lower jaw, filling your mouth with a bitter taste. You wanted to talk more with them, but they were right. It hurt to speak. To do anything human. Even touching them caused you pain. You can't feel the warmth of their skin - only the coarse veins beneath. Your stomach ties in knots.

Carmine's arms shoot forward seeing you double over in pain, clutching your abdomen. "Sweetness is everything alright? Tell me what's wrong if it won't hurt you more."

You can hear them again. Those screams. Cries echoed into the night, gone as quickly as they began. Gone and still there - a nightmare of your own making. Killing off humans to satisfy your hunger, to make them stop begging for help or calling you what you are. They may be gone, but they live forever in your memories. Soon, Carmine will join that choir.

"You'll be gone too if I come back."

Carmine's heart sinks in their chest. They've never heard such certainty in your voice before. "Dear what on earth are you talking about?"

"All those people.. Gone because of what I've done. I'm going to hurt you too someday.. I'm going to kill you and you'll be suck in my head just like the rest of them. I don't want you to get hurt"

As swift as their descent, Carmine's emotions find new vigor in your caring words. An angel, an absolute angel you were. How precious of you to show your concern and to even think that a fate like that wouldn't be a fantasy out of their wildest dreams. Carmine struggles to contain their excitement as they roll up their sleeves. There was just one problem with your theory.

"Y/n... Darling, you wouldn't hurt me even if you were starving, but on the off chance that you did - it would be okay. I have dedicated myself to you and your needs. I would die a happy, smiling fool if I met my end at your hand not to mention carrying a permanent spot in your memory. If you doubt me, let's put my words to the test with dessert. I'm sure you still have room to fill."

You slowly shake your head as they flex their arm - jaws erupting with a flaring ache. "No... I can't."

"But you can, and you will." Carmine plucks a razor from the shower rack and does what's needed. The first petal of fresh blood in the water is all it takes. You lunch at them, dual blades of teeth hooking into the meat of their arm. The human set meant for camouflage and fo latch onto prey; thinner, sharp-edged fangs a tool for wrangling the flesh from their bones. You shred through to muscle before your brain can catch up with your body's speed, warm blood gushing down your parched throat. Their body jerks and flails, and a sharp ringing pierces your ears that leave you unable to tell what the sounds leaving their mouth could possibly be. You have a feeling you know what they are, but nothing could prepare you for the soft hand that falls on your head and the noise you first hear clear.

"That tickles, Y/n, cut it out!"

Carmine is... laughing. Tears pour down their face like rain and their every breath is labored, but they smile through it all the same with a cheesy grin that made you feel a lot less hungry for some reason. It hurt like a bitch, but you both were crying now. You both shed the same tears, and nullified each other's pain. You were both still here, both still human in your own twisted way.

"See, dear? Smiles all around - except for on that pretty face or yours. Do cheer up for my sake, won't you? If the day comes that you take my life, I want to be the happiest memory you've got. So glad to be with you that this smile makes all those haunts met glimmers of the past."

#Carmine my oc #Mayhaps I don't know yet #yandere oc #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere headcanons #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere x you #yandere insert #yandere blurb #yandere drabble #Yandere caretaker #yandere x y/n #monster reader #soft yandere

[petrichormore]

(Another ramble incoming - this one I’ve been sitting on for a bit. But it’s about Bebou & the French. And the jail incident. And also bla bla bla this is about the characters)

I might be wrong but I really think that if some of the french agree with q!bbh about the government being bad/anarchy being good thing… it’s not because Bad managed to convince them that q!forever is some horrible dictator with his wily demon cunning and manipulative silvertongue or something. it’s because. they just. agree with his views and sympathize with him. Like they just sometimes think Bad has a point, is the thing. Now I know Bad likes to spread misinformation but he rarely does it in a way that can really be taken seriously, or have any big effect (with a few… exceptions).

Bad likes to jokingly blame Forever for like anything and everything but if anyone actually presses him about it (I’m pretty sure pierre, antoine, and etoiles all have to varying degrees) he’s pretty quick to emphasize that he trusts Forever’s judgment and moral compass.

Or he used to. Until he got pushed into a cage trap. It’s clear he lost a significant amount of trust in Forever and everyone else who was involved with that. And he suspected Forever (or Cellbit) of framing him, but I’d say that’s relatively reasonable considering, from his perspective, they jumped to a conclusion with no proof. He doesn’t understand why they wouldn’t hear him out, so he’s looking for a reason. And he’s telling other people not because he’s trying to spread misinfo but because that’s just what he believes and usually, he’s telling people because they’re asking him.

Anyway, Pierre didn’t really steal the waystones because he automatically believed everything Bad said about Forever being a dictator immediately and with no hesitation. If he accepted or encouraged what Bad said, it’s because he probably already agreed to some extent. Pierre, Antoine, Etoiles - they’re smarter than blindly accepting the truth from badboyhalo the Chronic Gossiper. And at least 2/3rds of them are also convinced that Bad and Forever are dating - so they’re not taking what Bad says about Forever that seriously.

If you ask me: Pierre did it because he was probably already more politically aligned with Bad’s anarchist ideals than he ever was with Forever’s and, most importantly, because he witnessed Bad get jailed unfairly with his OWN. TWO. EYEBALLS. LIKE HE SAW THAT. HE WAS THERE.

How did he know Bad was framed? He TALKED TO HIM. He went to his base and had a conversation with him and of the two (count it with me - TWO) people that actually heard Bad out that day (Foolish and Pierre) both of them came out of the conversation believing he wasn’t the culprit. Wouldn’t you know it - communication solved that conflict pretty fast, but Bad didn’t get a chance to communicate to Forever or anyone else because they almost immediately dogpiled him. And Pierre saw that happen.

And I’m pretty sure he also saw Forever hold a vote and then accept that Bad was guilty of a crime. A crime. That isn’t illegal. That he didn’t even do in the first place.

So. I’m sure you can see why Pierre might feel the urge to defend Bad - maybe even from Forever specifically, and of his own volition. Although I can’t say stealing all the waystones and rearranging them into a pentagram above Forever’s house was a particularly reliable method of doing so, nor can I say Bad really needed the protection - Forever had no malicious intent and was fully trying to be fair. (can you tell im a q!forever apologist? because if you can’t: he did nothing wrong. Maybe one day I will make a giant post about how much of a q!forever apologist i am).

Am I making sense. At all. It’s 2am. And I’m getting the sensation that I’m missing something with this one but I’m too tired to correct it so I’ll look at it later.

#and also: Cellbit apologizing almost instantly after realizing he fucked up has had #the accidental side effect #of making Bad think Forever COULD have apologized to him around the same time but didn’t purposely which isn’t true but #god knows Bad is never getting any more apologies NOW with everything else happening #and THAT has the side effect of Bad still not speaking well of Forever around Pierre #which to Pierre probably sounds first and foremost like a domestic dispute and secondly like the jail incident is still unresolved #which. it is still unresolved. but you know what I mean #AM I MAKING ANY SENSE HERE????? #if anyone mains aypierre or etoiles or antoine please tell me if I fucked anything up #qsmp #qsmp character analysis #qsmp badboyhalo #qsmp aypierre

[lino-nyangi]

minlix 2kr made me do this :( @aunty-tiger-potato

warnings: disgusting fluff, mentions of marriage (as a joke unless??)

minho coming back home from working out all tired and craving something sweet. the moment he unlocks the door, the heavenly smell of something baked greets his nostrils.

"i'm hooome..." he hums tiredly.

"welcome home baby."

he looks up and the sight of you peeking from the kitchen, a warm smile on your face and a cute apron tied around your waist makes his heart flutter. minho finds himself fiddling faster with the laces on his shoes despite how shaky his hands are, as if every second he wasn't spending hugging you was counted.

seeing his exhausted state your heart softens, "how was your work out?" you say as he gets up to finally wrap his arms around you, you do the same.

"good but i'm dead."

"i'm sure you did well, i'm proud of you." you softly whisper before pecking his neck and he only hugs you tighter. it sounds weird to say but you absolutely adored how snuggly minho gets when he's tired.

"it smells like heaven in here, are you making something? i'm actually starving." he asks.

"yeah, i'm baking cookies." you pull away just enough to look at him.

"cookies..?" just what he was craving, minho's brain doesn't register how fast he leans in and captures your lips in a chaste kiss, one of pure and genuine adoration and gratitude; as if you were some kind of fallen angel who has come to grant him his wish.

just as he pulls away from your lips, minho hugs you even tighter, "i love you so much," he mumbles against your shoulder. a giggle escapes your lips before you say it back, clearly amused by your boyfriend's reaction to a sudden baking urge you had. this sure was the move.

"are they done yet?" he asks as you pull away from each other,

"they actually should be done right about now." you answer, leading the way back to the kitchen and to the oven where you carefully take the baking tray out, placing it on the counter to cool down.

upon seeing the delicious chocolate chip cookies, minho seems to forget the concept of waiting and immediately reaches out a hand to take one, which you thankfully swat away before he burns himself.

"no not yet they're still hot!" you almost nag at him for being reckless, making him whine. you try to reassure him by placing both hands on his arms, rubbing them lightly, "they'll be cold enough by the time you're done washing up." you add.

minho wants to listen to you, but his training was long and tiring, and he's looking at the cookies with so much desire that he has to squeeze his eyes shut to fight the temptation, which you giggle at. you figure he must be low on sugar and needs something even before his shower to get him back on his feet.

"do you want pudding then? i made some this morning." you turn to open the fridge.

hold on.

"pudding?"

"yeah."

"you made it?"

"yeah!"

"really??"

you turn around, a small pot of homemade pudding in hand, and a smile on your face.

"sure! i mean obviously it's not as good as the store bought-"

"do you wanna get married?"

minho blurts and you blink at him, before breaking into a fit of laughter.

"what are you talking about?" you manage to say between your giggles, averting his eyes and trying to suppress the blush creeping up your cheeks. you were used to minho blurting out random shit, especially when he was tired. but it was usually some kind of 2am shower thought. this right here, definitely takes the cake.

"let's get married." he says again, eyes never leaving yours as he repeats with the same serious tone.

"okay." you find yourself answering. what are you supposed to do? say no?

this seems to bring minho back to reality, as he realizes what had just happened. clearly you did not just agree to marrying him, right?

"huh? really?"

"uhum," you hum, now looking at him straight in the eyes, a stupid smile on your face as you don't try to hide your blushing anymore.

"are you serious?" he blinks. minho knows you love him, but he never really thought about wether you were seriously interested in spending the rest of your life with him. his brain never really entertained the thought.

"mhm!" is all you say back and nod, clearly amused.

"say something else other than humming! i need an answer." he whines, seemingly flustered with the whole situation, and you don't fail to take notice of how red his ears have gotten.

"how about you ask me properly first?" you retort, challenging him. part of you wanted to know if he was actually serious about it, another really just wanted to fuck with him.

"will you say yes?"

"yeah."

"if i really get on one knee right now and ask you to marry me you'll actually say yes?" he asks again, as if he didn't believe you the first time that he had to add the whole context to the question.

"yeah, min, i will." you answer genuinely. you've been dating for a couple of years, you're already cat parents, marriage doesn't seem like that far of a milestone... does it?

minho's cheeks soon match the shade of red his ears are as no words seem to come out of his mouth, his brain suddenly malfunctioning at how determined your answers are.

"aren't you gonna do it?" you tilt your head to the side, blinking innocently at him with a sly smile.

"i will, i mean no, wait," he stutters, "i will but n-not now,, i still need to do it properly, but i will for sure do it, wait for me okay?"

you hum in response, teasing him again with the same dumb cheeky smile plastered on your face. "i told you to stop humming." minho suddenly launches himself at you, his hands quickly finding your waist and tickling your sides as he pushed you back against the counter.

"okay okay," you breath between giggles, "i'll wait for you, impatiently." you joke, shooting him a seductive look.

it is safe to say that this thought will plague minho's mind for the next couple of months.

#you have been warned don't come at me #i am not responsible for any damage this might cause #stray kids #lee know #stray kids lee know #stray kids minho #lee know fluff #stray kids fluff #lee minho fluff #stray kids soft hours #stray kids soft thoughts #lee know soft hours #lee know soft thoughts #skz minho

[frankenkyle19]

Stories untold

Request

warnings: serious mentions of sexual abuse! Kyles mom is a monster and I’m so glad she’s dead. But really, please read at your own discretion. This hurt to write

word count: 654

When Kyle showed up at your door at 2am, drenched from the rain and crying so hard his whole body shook, you were definitely caught by surprise.

Immediately you led him inside to your couch, wrapping a blanket around him before looking him over. Was he hurt? What happened? How had he even ended up here? He obviously hadn’t driven as there was no car parked outside.

He didn’t speak for nearly 5 whole minutes as you urged him to get changed, to get into some warmer clothes so he wouldn’t get ill. He seemed to be in a haze, barely even comprehending what you were saying to him. He didn’t seem to be all there.

He had nodded when you began to undress him, helping him into his new clothes. He stopped you when you got to his boxer briefs. 

“Leave those on. Please.”

You didn’t question it. Simply just slid the dry pajama pants up his legs with a gentle smile. He was scaring you. You’d seen him cry before, but nothing like this. He looked like a mess

“I can’t stay there anymore! She did it again!” He cried, rocking back and forth as he frantically shook his head, wet blonde curls flinging rain droplets onto your couch. You couldn’t care less about that right now. You were laser focused on Kyle. And what he was talking about.

“Did you guys get into a fight? Kyle I’m sure it’s not that bad, kids fight with their parents all the time.”

“You don’t understand!” He cried out, looking up at you with the most broken expression you’d ever seen. Something really was wrong.

Carefully, you grabbed his hand, squeezing it gently, letting him know you were here. For him.

“She- she-“ he hiccuped and you quietly hushed him, rubbing his hand comfortingly as you waited patiently for him to speak once more.

“She does things to me, ever since my dad left.” A visible shudder ran through his body as he sucked in a shaky breath. “She touched me.” 

You felt as if your lungs had collapsed. You could barely get air into your body enough to even think. No, no she wouldn’t do that, would she? She was always so sweet to you and your friends. How could she do that to her son?

But you believed Kyle. Always. He would never lie about something as serious as this.

“Kyle you- you need to go to the police- you have to tell someone-“

I told you-“ he whispered, tears still streaming down his beautiful face. God you wished you could take away all of his pain right now. He didn’t deserve any of this. No one did.

“I don’t- I can’t do that. I can’t go to the police. Not right now. I- I can’t-“

“Then you don’t have to. It is your decision to make and I will support you either way.” You said gently before pulling him into a hug. “How long?”

Kyle made a questioning noise as he hugged you back.

“How long, Kyle?”

“Six months.”

Shit. Shit, he’d been dealing with all of this alone for that long? Your heart broke when you realized you were the only one he trusted enough to tell.

“I- I’m sorry I just- tonight was bad. Worse than usual. I couldn’t stay there.”

“Don’t you dare apologize Kyle. I’m so glad you trusted me enough to come here. Do you know how much I care about you?”

He just held you tighter, and you never ever wanted to let go of him. 

“I'm here Kyle. I'm here and I will never ever leave you. Ever.” These whispered promises gave Kyle the strength to fall asleep, the strength to wake up the next morning and the strength to keep going.

He was the strongest person you knew, but you still felt the need to protect him from the evils of this world. 

#evan peters #american horror story #evan peters icons #ahs fandom #ahs kyle spencer #kyle spencer #ahs coven

[writeforfandoms]

I’m glad you liked my little forced raven shifter bit I was worrying it was too long 😅 (also idk why I’m using a raven for this, I just really like birds) 🫧 also I am really sorry about this rant again but it is 2am I can’t sleep and 🦐 struck gold here

It’s Price who extends the olive branch first. The bear shifter sees how crooked the new edition is, and reads her files to see that anything regarding her being a shifter is redacted. Laswell informs him that she is a forced shifter and he keeps it quiet.

He sees her as a little baby bird, isolated and struggling to understand her foreign body and new instincts. He leaves her a coffee every morning, which she seems to appreciate, but the perches he had installed around base go unused and he finds his peace offerings right where he left them at the end of the day. He’s confused, but undeterred, and decides to leave it for a while and see if she settles in herself.

It’s Gaz who tries next. He’d been a little unsettled at first, bristling when she first stepped onto base, but he soon came to the conclusion that even though she was… different, so we’re the rest of them. He paid attention to what she would eat and tried to fix her a plate, but she pushed him away and stopped turning up to the mess hall. That one hurt, and he didn’t understand why she wasn’t abiding by normal etiquette, but he talked to Price and decided to try being a little less pushy, instead offering her to join him on runs and sticking near her during training.

Soap has always been the most outgoing of the ragtag pack. When she arrived, he ignored her strange scent and wary stares and tried to throw an arm around her shoulder but she’d just jumped away and stared at him like a deer in headlights, fighting the urge to either tilt her head or peck him with a beak that wasn’t even there. Even after a couple of weeks she was still recoiling at him and while he was confused, he shrugged it off with a simple “it’s alright, Hen, I don’t bite” and a smile that showed too many teeth.

Ghost was a faceless operative with no trace of a backstory and an even less polite disposition. He wasn’t scared of her when she arrived, simply staring her down with stony eyes and squinting when she pushed Johnny away. He picked up immediately that she wasn’t normal, but wasn’t particularly phased. Her clinical scent wasn’t worse than being buried alive, after all. Despite this, Ghost was still a cheetah, known for being wary and skittish. He kept his distance, and didn’t say anything when she kept rolling her shoulders like she was ruffling wings or reaching to preen phantom pin feathers. He got used to her quickly, and while he was a little cautious of how detached and uncomfortable she was and how she would never shift, he did his best to respect her boundaries and stop Soap from tackling her in the mornings.

It came to a head when one morning, Soap decided to pull a harmless prank on their new edition. If he knew what would have happened, he would never have done it, but when he jumped out at her on a random Thursday morning, he wasn’t expecting the sound of bones snapping and flesh tearing followed by a screech. In her place, instead of a person in military gear, Johnny saw a pile of clothes with a raven sat atop it, screaming at the top of its avian lungs.

Then he saw it.

Her eyes were too large, her feathers were ruffled and covered in stress bars, and she was limping on normal foot and another with only two claws. He felt awful, but the damage had been done, and he was being pulled back by the collar by Ghost and Gaz was running to get Price. The raven made for the closest cover, underneath a cabinet they were all too big to get under, not trusting her wings to take her away.

It took Price the best part of half an hour to coax her out with soothing words and treats, and when she did finally hop into his hand he handed her a tab from a can, which confused her. Why did this trash seem like treasure? Why did she want it so much? He used her confusion to gently pet her head and start picking at the itchy keratin sheaths on her new feathers. He sighed, the little bird didn’t even know how to take care of herself.

At that point, the 141 took her in, vowing to work through her fears and teach her everything she needed to know.

MY HEARTTTTTTT

Okay but this right here is It. This is how it would go. Especially with a made raven? She's fighting so hard against her instincts and she's itchy all the time and she's so uncomfortable in her own skin that she has trouble connecting to people.

You are so absolutely spot on with these though, how each of them would act and react.

Price trying to give her treasure is so damn sweet I swear. Just. My heart can't take this it's so gooooooood

#🫧 anon #shifter au