#˗ˏˋ s ⟶ ❛ anyone can fall. ❜

[scealaiscoite]

poly fluff alphabet ˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍊 ꒱

a = affection; is anyone more overly affectionate than the others? when it comes to physical vs verbal, who prefers what?

b = bed; what’s the sleeping situation like? are there regular sleeping arrangements - does anyone like to sleep alone?

c = comfort; when someone’s feeling down, how do the rest look after them?

d = dates; what do dates look like? who usually plans them, or are is it a group affair?

e = events; who drags everyone else to their family/friends’ events?

f = fights; are arguments something that happen often? what are they over, and how are they resolved?

g = getting together; how did it all come about? were there any pre-existing relationships between them?

h = hobbies; does anyone share any hobbies/passions? how do they include the rest of their partners in them?

i = in sickness and in health - when someone falls ill, who’s the carer and who’s the germaphobe? is there anyone that resists being looked after?

j = joker; who’s got the best sense of humour? do they like to tease and banter with everyone else?

k = knowing; who can read their partners like a book? is there anyone who’s got their walls up, even around their partners?

l = lavish; is there anyone who really likes to treat their partners/show them off? how do the rest tend to react - who revels in it, and who’s made shy by it?

m = memories - is anyone more on the sentimental side?

n = nights; what’s the nighttime routine like when they’re all together?

o = open; how open is everyone with one another?

p = pda; what’s pda like with them? is there anyone who loves it, and anyone who’s less fond of it? what actions/words does it manifest as?

q = quiet; who prefers to spend their time with their partners out and about, and who likes to spend it at home?

r = romantic; is anyone a bit of a sap for their partners?

s = sharing; is there anyone who’s particularly territorial of their partners?

t = terms of endearment; nicknames! who’s crazy on them, and who do they make cringe? what’re the go-to’s?

u = urge; who’s the most impulsive? who do they loop into their plans, and who entertains their antics?

v = vacations; how do holidays go? are they big exotic trips, or the occasional staycation?

w = worthy; how are insecurities handled? is anyone more self-conscious than the others?

x = xoxo; who checks up on their partners a lot when they’re apart? do they call, or are texts enough to make them feel close?

y = yearn; who misses their partners the easiest (ie, calls them to hear their voices when all they’ve done is run to the grocery store)?

z = zealous; who was especially eager in their pursuit of the relationship? was anyone more reserved in their want for it?

[arminsumi]

HELLOOO THERE!! Can I request gojo dating reader because of a bet with suguru and falling for reader, reader doesn’t know and was hurt when they overheard they’re just a bet, angst to fluff pls 🫶🫶🫶

thank youuuu, hope your having a good day!!

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱

𝐈𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠

A/N: u have no idea how much i LOVE this idea anon!!! 💗💗💗 i really hope i did it justice 😩

Wc ≈ 1.4k

Pairing: GOJO Satoru x f.reader

Summary: Suguru betted that Gojo could make anyone fall in love with him, even someone who was his complete opposite — like you.

Warnings; angst-to-fluff, angst contents — {self-loathing (Gojo), crying, heartbreak}, a little bit suggestive at the end, kissing/making out

♪ michelle

It was nice while it lasted.

The handholding in public, the stolen cheek kisses, the pampering and spoiling, relishing in the jealous looks thrown your way when he fed you bites of his food in the cafeteria, bathing in Gojo Satoru's affection. A lot of people would have killed for your position, or even a glimpse into what it's like to date your college's biggest heart throb.

You two seemed to really like each other. It was like two mismatched puzzle pieces somehow fitting together — a fascinating connection was shared. No one would have put you and him together, not even Gojo.

The only reason he asked you out in the first place was...

"Suguru, that's such a nasty idea... I love your mind."

"Just don't actually fall in love with her. The whole idea of this bet is that you can prove any girl can fall in love with you, don't forget that."

Gojo had chuckled at this, it seemed so ridiculous.

Why would he actually fall in love with you? You weren't even his type. He never paid you a sparing glance, not at school, not at parties, not around town.

You weren't his type...

So why did his heart start panging excitedly a few months into your 'fake' relationship? Why did he swoon when you fell asleep laid on his chest in his dorm room? Why did he want to kiss you so badly every time he saw your face? Why did he jump like a cat whenever he got a text from you? Why did he kiss you like the world was ending?

And why did he cry when you found out the truth? He looked distraught when Suguru let the secret slip.

Why did Gojo Satoru, the strongest, beg on his knees for you to stay when you were about to walk away?

"Please! I'm so sorry! I know it was so wrong and fucked up — shit I regret it so much — I really like you! I swear to god, I swear on my life!"

You choked on your tears so badly that you could barely talk. "I can't believe you. This is such a fucking horrible th - thing to do to s - someone, Gojo."

He felt so hurt that you went back to calling him Gojo and not Satoru, like you used to when the two of you were just mild acquaintances.

"Don't go!" He almost yelled.

His arms wrapped around your midriff, he slid down like he was too weak to support himself — like his legs went limp. He slid down until he was clinging to your legs. He sobbed with such a genuine-looking crying face that you almost believed it. He wasn't play-crying like he does to get attention or persuade people, he was ugly-crying.

Gojo Satoru, the prettiest boy you ever knew, was an ugly-crier. A string of saliva glistened between his canines, his mouth hung open like a dramatic renaissance portrait of a distraught man. His eyes were pinched so tight that fat tears cascaded out the corners.

"Please don't go!"

⁕⁕⁕

Suguru found his best friend sat in the middle of the campus' main stairs. Desolate. One hand holding up his heavy head. Regretful. eyes closed.

"So it didn't go well?"

Satoru didn't raise his head, but he slowly opened his eyes and looked miserably at the floor. He watched a line of ants.

"It went as horribly wrong as you could imagine." he responded eventually.

Suguru came to sit next to him. "Are you really in love?" he asked him seriously.

"Of course I fucking am! — sorry..." Satoru snapped, then immediately mumbled an apology.

A long summer breeze went by.

"Try again." he suggested, "I'm sure she'll - "

"She fucking hates me."

There was a heavy silence after Satoru said that.

"If I were her, I'd hate me too." Satoru muttered.

Suguru went silent. He felt guilty, after all, he was the one that dared his best friend to do something as stupid as play with your heart.

Satoru watched the ants scurrying along. He felt as puny and weak as one right then. The realization of these feelings themselves are what urged him to abruptly stand up.

"I'm not giving up. I'm gonna explain to her that I really did fall in love — that I really do fucking like her so god damn much it's insane and stupid."

"That's the spirit — where are you going?" Suguru asked curiously as Satoru began heading over to the parking lot.

"I'm gonna go bring her flowers and... stuff..." he replied unsurely.

Will that really work? He wondered to himself.

"But it's gonna rain." Suguru said, "Heyyy, Satoru, listen don't just — ah, there he goes... idiot really fell in love when I warned him not to..." he muttered pitifully.

⁕⁕⁕

There was a knock at your apartment door.

You wrung it open to reveal a heartbroken Gojo Satoru, soaked-through with rain, standing in the downpour, panting while holding onto a bouquet of vividly red roses. You couldn't have witnessed a more dramatic scene in a movie.

His hair was completely flat with wetness. There were raindrops running down his cheeks and dripping off his chin.

On the walk to your apartment, Satoru had mentally written a speech for you.

It was definitely a well-rehearsed heartbroken boy's 'take me back' speech. Flawless and direct. Surely it would have sufficed.

But he didn't say even the first few words of his practiced speech when your door flew open.

All he did was break down crying and fall to his knees right in front of you, like some dramatic actor — except he wasn't acting, you could feel the realness of his regrets and miseries through each sob.

"Satoru..." you looked down at him pitifully. "Come inside, you're gonna get sick." you said tenderly.

For some reason, those very small words communicated more emotions than any form of 'I love you' ever could.

⁕⁕⁕

His pretty nose was slightly upturned. You noticed that when he first kissed you after your third date.

You noticed it again when you observed how red it had become from crying and sneezing.

Wrapping a blanket around him. Drying his hair. Fluffing it with your fingers. Making him some tea. Sitting him down on your bed. Putting on a movie. Letting him curl up into your arms — something he never did when you two were 'dating' because he was convinced he had to show off his dominance to win you over.

All of this together settled the air between you two. But it still didn't explain everything.

"Why'd you do something so dumb?" you asked him half-humorously.

He nibbled and chewed on his lip, eyes on the TV — not really, actually they were looking at your subtle reflection within it.

"I'm an asshole." he admitted.

"You don't say." you chuckled.

He felt bad, and uncurled his body and raised his face to look at you. Satoru never wore a serious expression in all the time you've known him, both as acquaintances and 'lovers' — except for now, which is how you know it's true.

"I wasn't supposed to fall in love with you. Suguru dared me because... well, because it seemed comical. We're opposites, no one would ever put us together right? But he and I thought that was a hilarious challenge. We wanted to see if I could catch you and make you fall in love with me, or something like that..."

He started mumbling his words and refused to look at you.

"Satoru."

"Yeah?"

He reared his head up at you.

"Did it mean something to you, the time we spent this summer?"

He didn't hesitate to respond, "It meant everything." he said.

"Well, then there we go." you said with a little smile.

"Am I being forgiven...?"

"Mhm."

He seemed taken aback and unsure. Was he really being forgiven? Were you reversing the script on him and pulling a trick on him now?

"Does this mean..." he mumbled quietly, "... that I'm allowed to kiss you right now?" he asked nervously, heart panging, eyes giving your lips a longing glance.

"You're such an idiot." you sighed, "Yeah of course it means you can kiss m — mmmf!"

You never managed the rest of your words out, they all got muffled on Satoru's lips. His hand came to cup your right cheek, fingers caressing your skin like you meant everything to him. He tilted his head into the kiss, broke apart for air, dove back in, kissed you feverishly fervently violently eagerly — with so much affection and thankfulness that you almost couldn't breathe due to being smothered.

"Sorry..." he panted after breaking the kiss, bottom lip glistening with saliva. "I'm sorry for breaking a heart as good as yours."

"Just don't do it again." you told him in a whisper.

The poor boy, two days without kissing was really too much for him. He went right back in and kissed you blue, until you gasped and subconsciously wrapped your legs around his slim waist and pulled him closer. His whole body felt hot and eager. You tasted so good, you looked so good, you loved him so good — he decided right there in the back of his mind that he'd marry you after graduation.

[loveharlow]

SEVEN - 008

PAIRING ‧₊˚ JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader

SYNOPSIS‧₊˚[12.2k] based on 1x09 and 1x10.

WARNING(S)‧₊˚ swearing, extreme violence, mentions of child abuse, mentions/graphic depictions of rape/non-con, mild themes of ptsd, mentions of/allusions to death, general angst

NOW PLAYING‧₊˚

A/N‧₊˚ and here is the season one finale of SEVEN :(, kinda sad but excited for season two. this is a long one so grab your takis 'cause this shit's gon be goooood (UDY reference, am i old?)

also this is not spell-checked :(

˗ˏˋ series masterlist ˎˊ˗

AFTER FLEEING FROM THE AIRSTRIP,  the four of you found temporary shelter in a junk lot some miles away. You camped there, for what had to be, at least an hour before you watched an unmistakable plane fly overhead.

“And there goes the gold.” JJ said disappointedly, throwing his arms out to the side. “Shit!” He yelled, kicking an already busted up lawn chair.

“Fuck!” Pope hollered, throwing hat so far that it clattered loudly against something out of sight. “God damn it!” He continued raving, picking up an old baseball and swinging at every object within his line of vision. The three of you stood back in shock, never seeing such a display of emotion from the boy.

At least not one this aggressive. He continued breaking and smashing and shattering before deciding to ditch the bat in favor of lifting a large tin trash can, throwing across the concrete. 

“Pope!” Kiara called out, flinching. The boy just paced, hyperventilating before collapsing against a worn down bench. He had a look of distress on his face before bursting out into tears. 

“I was wondering when this was gonna happen.” JJ spoke lowly, walking towards his friend while Kie looked aimlessly around at the even bigger mess he’d made of the junkyard. The blonde held out a weed pen in the curly-haired boy’s direction, shrugging a single shoulder. “A little weed never hurt anyone.”

“JJ.” Kiara reprimanded. “You know he doesn’t smoke.” Pope looked to the two and then to you, eyes asking for advice. You simply shrugged as if to say why not, watching him snatch the pen from JJ’s fingers. 

“Well, maybe not until today.” The blonde taunted as Pope fiddled with the device, eyeing it for a few moments.

“What is that gonna help?” Kie criticized as he contemplated.

“...I lost my scholarship. Walked out in the middle of the interview. It’s gone, it’s not gonna happen.” He told you three sadly. 

“You did that for us?” Kiara asked him, face falling.

“No. Not for us.” He corrected, standing from his seat as you replaced his absence next to JJ, leaning your head on his shoulder. “For nothing.”

“Pope-”

“Just let it go, Kie.” You sighed, the girl turning to you. You hadn’t spoken much since you heard the gunshot in the woods, concerned for John B’s well-being and heartbroken about the gold, and everything that’s happened in the last twenty-four hours. “He’s right. It doesn’t matter anymore.”

The air around you all went silent, Pope taking a hit of the pen as Kiara silently judged him. You and JJ sat in silence, a comfort shared between the two of you, taking the feeling where you could get it. That was until you heard slow footsteps behind you, heads shooting up to find John B coming around the corner.

You launched yourself out of your seat, running into the boy and dragging him into a hug he didn’t return, the other three following suit. Releasing him, you all took immediate notice of the crimson color decorating his shirt and hands. 

It looked half-dried, taking on a color resembling rust or dried tomatoes. It completely coated his hands, even the webs between his fingers.

“...Whose blood is that?” 

“JOHN B, WHAT ARE WE DOING AT THE POLICE STATION?” JJ asked as Kiara pulled up next to the Kildare County Sheriff’s Station. It was night time now and the sun had set hours ago. John B had wasted sunlight explaining to the four of you what went down on the tarmac. According to your friend, Rafe had shot and killed Sheriff Peterkin while she was in the middle of arresting Ward Cameron.

“Somebody has to tell them what happened.” The boy in question replied as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, right before Pope broke out into a coughing fit, perfectly rolled joint still clutched between his fingers. He hadn't let up on the weed since taking his first hit at the junkyard.

“Easy there, Chief.” JJ advised from his place next to you in the trunk of the car, John B and Pope in the back seat while Kiara drove. Then the blonde’s attention was on John B. “I’m just gonna be real with you, right now. You might end up in the lion’s den, but you don’t go there on purpose. You should never trust cops, no matter the circumstance.”

“He’s right, John B.” You pitched in. “You gave the compass to Peterkin and somehow it ended up with Ward. Who knows how many dirty cops are littering that station right now.”

“I agree.” Pope added in. “Fuck the police.”

“You’re going to the dark side now?” Kiara judged.

“When’s the last time the police helped us?” Pope argued back, leaning forward.

“Peterkin looked out for me, alright?” John B finally spoke out after moments of silence, looking at all of you with pleading eyes. “Tried to, at least. They need to know.” He declared before giving you all one last parting look and leaving the car to go into the station and tell the precinct that the Sheriff was dead. And that Rafe Cameron had killed her.

“...How did we get here, you guys?” Kiara spoke, looking at no one in particular. She sounded sad and far away, hands clutching the steering wheel.

“Greed?” You offered, shrugging your shoulders. “A part of me regrets not leaving this alone the moment we found out the boat was Scooter’s and that he was dead. But once we found that compass, there was no stopping.”

“Well, I don’t regret any of it.” JJ piped up, leaning over the backseat, over Pope’s shoulder. “What’s this pity party y’all are throwin’? We found the fucking gold.” He laughed out triumphantly. “And yeah we got screwed but we’re gonna get it back.”

The three of you pondered on his words, more like the two of you considering Pope was getting higher than the Empire State Building. Maybe JJ had a point. But you couldn’t think too much longer when John B came barrelling back into the vehicle. 

“Kie! Start the car!” 

“What did you do?” She asked, fear written all across her face as she switched gears, two officers coming up on the vehicle and attempting to open John B’s door. 

“Kie, just drive!” He commanded, the car speeding down the dirt path. 

One of the deputy’s refused to admit defeat, running along the car with her hand still on the handle. “Pull over!” She shouted through the window, banging her free palm against the glass.

“Open it!” Pope ordered from John B’s side. JB looked side to side in confusion before doing as the intoxicated boy said, opening the door and effectively sending the deputy tumbling on her feet and leaving her behind as Kiara kept driving. 

“What the hell was that?” You asked incredulously, looking out the back windshield as the two officers disappeared out of sight. But the boy didn’t answer, just looked straight ahead with his lips slightly parted. You reached over the seat, shaking his shoulder. “Hey, John B, what the hell was that?”

“...They think I killed Peterkin.” 

IT WAS MORNING NOW AND THE FIVE OF YOU HAD BEEN RUNNING FROM THE COPS ALL NIGHT. There was nowhere for John B to go. The Chateau was no doubt flooded with cops, JJ’s house was just as unsafe, Pope’s parents were mad enough at their son as is, Kiara’s parents would shun him at the door, and you weren’t even sure if your home was your home anymore. 

You all were camped out in Kiara’s car on the side of a windy road, camouflaged by the plethora of trees. The Kildare County AM Radio Show playing as you all sat in exhausted silence, seats reclined in uncomfortable positions as you all attempted to get some rest and hide from passing cars. 

“...And good news for the residents of the Outer Banks. Dominion Power says their underwater transmission line, which will restore power to ninety-percent of the city, should be functional within the next twenty-four hours.”

The host exclaimed as you and JJ nearly jumped when police sirens were heard over the station, two police cars zooming down the road and right past the car you were all hiding in. You let out a breath of relief, letting yourself fall back into the seat. 

“..And still no arrest in the shooting death of Sheriff Susan Peterkin. The state police have issued a statement regarding a local person of interest, a juvenile from-” The rest of whatever the radio host was going to say was cut off when Kiara turned the radio off entirely. 

“...So, Yucatan it is?” JJ started the conversation.

“Enough with the Mexico bullshit.” John B cringed, rolling his eyes.

“I’m just being realistic here. Who are the cops going to believe? Lord Cameron or us?” He spat out, irritated.

“Sarah will bail me out, okay? She’ll come through.” 

“She did witness everything…” Kiara supported the brunette’s ideology. You just scoffed, yawning and rubbing the exhaustion from your eyes.

“If you two believe that Sarah will turn her dad or brother over to the cops, you are beyond delusional.” You threw out.

“Thank you.” Pope agreed. 

“We gotta get you off the island.” JJ spoke his mind, sparking up a blunt and shifting to lean on his shoulder.

“The ferry’s his only option.” Pope informed. 

“That's do-able, right? Dude, you gotta dip before the entire island’s on lockdown.” JJ told his best friend as you all ducked once more as three more police cars sped by, only rising slowly once the sound of sirens was gone.

“Look, Sarah’s not a Pogue, JB.” You offered the boy a reality check. “She’s not one of us and you can’t rely on her to save you. You gotta think about you.”

“SO, BAD NEWS.” Pope threw his hands out, looking around nervously while also trying to act normal as he walked back to the car. You all were parked at The Ferry dock with John B reclined fully inside the car to remain out of sight. “The Ferry’s closed and there’s this…” He spoke through the rolled down window from outside of the car, passing a paper inside for the rest of us to see.

“...Shit.” Kiara cursed, passing the paper back for the remaining three of you to see. JJ took it as you leaned over his shoulder, you being the only one in the trunk now since Pope took over driving and JJ moved to sit next to JB. 

“Twenty-five thousand?!” You exclaimed, eyes wide as you read the ‘WANTED’ poster for John B. His picture and all listed on the sheet. JJ was quick to turn around a throw a palm over your mouth, instructing you to ‘shh’ before slowly removing the hand. “Sorry. But twenty-five thousand dollars on your head?” You directed at JB.

“Congrats, Bree. You’re famous.” JJ said sarcastically, annoyance seeping through his voice.

“So, the whole island’s looking for John B.” Pope sighed, drawing his lips into a thin line, getting into the driver's seat.

“Guys, we can get to the HMS Pogue. It’s small, no running lights-” Kiara started before JB cut her off, little emotion left in him.

“It’s at The Chateau, Kie.” He sighed, looking up at the ceiling of the vehicle. “The cops are probably staked out at every corner.” 

“JJ.” Pope perked up, almost giving himself whiplash as he turned around to face the blonde in the backseat. “Does your dad still have that boat? The cigarette boat, The Phantom. The one he used to race.”

“Maybe.” The boy in question replied simply, face void of any emotion. 

“Okay, then. We could get it up to the coast, no problem.” Pope said, turning back around and putting his hands on the wheel.

“It won’t be easy, Pope.” JJ advised. “I don’t even know where the keys are.”

“Well, find them.” The curly-haired boy spat out, jittering in the driver’s seat. “Why is nobody moving forward?” He motioned for the line of cars in front of him.

“Should he be driving?...” You threw the question out, noting his behavior and the amount of weed he’d consumed in the last couple of hours. “Pope, buddy, I don’t think you should be driving.”

“Kie.” John B craned his neck to look at the girl in the passenger seat. “Your car is on the poster.” Nobody could say anything before Pope started rapidly honking the horn.

“Hellooo? Can we move it?” He urged. “Come on!”

“Pope!” Kie tried to grab the male’s attention. “Don’t honk the horn! Jesus…”

“Mom, look! It’s that guy! Right there!” Some blonde little shit standing in the grass pointed at the car you were all hiding in, his squeaky voice traveling through the rolled down window. “We get twenty-five thousand if we find him!”

The kids excitement started to draw other civilians attention, the car soon surrounded by curious eyes. One man had the nerve to bang against one of the back windows, smiling as he pointed at John B’s flattened figure inside of the car. You banged back on the glass, startling the middle aged man before yelling at him to ‘back the fuck up’.

“We gotta go. Pope, turn the car on.” Kiara demanded. “Pope, turn the fucking car on!”

“I’m trying!” He protested, fighting with the ignition key. When he finally succeeded, the car flew forward, hitting the back bumper of the car in front of you all. You all shouted at the boy to back up but he just continued driving forward, pushing the car in front of him before swerving to the side and into the grass.

He managed to drive away from the scene and onto the main road, not getting far before he was swerving back into the grass, sending a mailbox flying into the air in pieces. The four of you gripped onto the seats and safety handles for dear life as Pope cheered in the driver’s seat.

“I am livin’ my best life right now!” He hollered with the biggest smile of his face, right before he hit another mailbox, the impact sending you all forward, your forehead coming into hard contact with the back of JJ’s head.

“Ow! Dammit! Pope, pull over!” You screeched from the back seat. He did as you said, bringing the SUV to a complete stop, making the car jerk. Kiara turned in the passenger seat to look at John B.

“You, get out.”

“What?” He looked bewildered at the suggestion.

“We’ll draw the cops while you run. Get out!” She commanded, John B turning to JJ as the blonde spoke quickly.

“I’ll get the boat and we’ll meet in the dump tomorrow, okay? Three o’clock.” 

“Yeah.” John B confirmed, nodding as he barrel-rolled out of the car, running through the field and into the woods.

“Three tomorrow at the dump!” 

“YOU SURE THIS IS A GOOD IDEA?” JJ piped up, getting out of the car with Pope as you and Kiara followed suit, the SUV that was parked on the side of Tannyhill, just out of sight. Kie had taken the wheel back after it was clear Pope was far too impaired to drive. It was nighttime once again, the chaos causing the hours to tick by.

“She’s the only one who can clear John B.” The brown-haired girl told him simply, getting ready to climb the fence with you next to her, flashlight in her hand with yours clutched between your teeth. “I have a plan.” She muttered, you all landing in the grass and marching through the yard.

“I can do a plan. Plan, plan. Can totally do a plan.” Pope spoke nonsense, the smile never leaving his face as Kiara turned around to face him, irritated and annoyed.

“Can you handle a plan, right now?’ She criticized.

“Of course.” Pope brushed off, dismissing the girl's concerns. “I’m Mister Plan-o-matic.” He assured before breaking out into a rap, a terribly bad, off-beat, and loud rap. You couldn’t contain your laughter, almost snorting at the random action before Kie shot you a look, wiping the smile off of your face as you tried to hold in the laughter.

“I’m sorry. It’s not funny.” You lied, turning to Pope. “Pope.” You whisper-shouted in his direction. “Let’s…save the freestyle for later.” You suggested, a small smile on your face as he quieted down.

“This is a quiet plan.” She talked to him like a baby while you and JJ stood off to the side, watching as she put her pointer finger against his lips. “Okay?” She asked, receiving an absentminded nod from the male in response to which she retracted her finger slowly.

“...I love you, Kie.” Pope said when the girl moved her hand, both you and JJ’s jaw dropping simultaneously.

“What?” Was all the girl offered in response, sighing. Ouch.

“I’m in love with you.” The intoxicated boy clarified, JJ scratching his head and turning away while you stared at the flowers and trees like they were the most interesting things in the world.

“You’re… wasted.” She dismissed his confession, disgust written all over her face as she turned around with the intention to keep walking before Pope pulled her back gently by the wrist.

“I know I’m wasted and that’s why I’m saying this now.” He tried again. “I really feel like this. I love you. I’ve been meaning to tell you-”

“Are we seriously doing this right now?” She cut him off angrily.  Pope look stunned, hurt.

“...I’m trying to tell you how I feel-”

“And that’s very sweet, but it’s not gonna happen.” She stated softly but firmly. In his incapacitated state, he took the rejection lightly, a small smile edging it’s way on his face as he scoffed.

“Okay, well, why not?” He asked. “Is it the no pogue-on-pogue macking rule? Because it doesn’t make sense and no one follows it–”

“Look, I want something different.” She blurted, throwing her shoulders up. “I wanna go to Anarctica, I want to ride camels-”

“And I want to do those things with you-”

“No, Pope, it’s not gonna work!” She told the boy, louder than intended as she looked around before looking at him. “It’s not gonna happen...” She said, finality in her voice as Pope’s face fully fell this time, the rejection settling in. Even from your place, several feet away, you could see the tears welling in the boy’s eyes.

“...We should probably get on with the plan now.” You broke up the interaction, figuring someone should step in and lead the group back on the right track. They both agreed, being the first two to walk off, leaving you and JJ stranded in silence.

“I had no idea he felt that way about her.” You said shocked, blinking rapidly. “I mean, I had a hunch but, man.”

“Girls never know when guys like them.” The blonde said from beside you, your face twisting. “Poor Pope.”

“That is so not true.” You disputed as you both started walking after the other two. “Guys are the most oblivious creatures ever.” You told him,

“You're literally a walking demonstration.” JJ threw out humorously, an immediate look of regret on his face.

“What does that mean?” You asked, looking at the boy curiously.

“Nothing. Forget it.” He waved you off, you both bickering quietly as you walked further into the yard.

Catching up to Kiara and Pope, the girl in question explained that JJ and Pope would create a distraction down in the yard so you and her could sneak up to Sarah’s window. 

So, you were walking around the house you hadn’t visited in months while JJ and Pope were left behind, hopefully concocting a good enough plan to distract whoever else might be in the house.

“Hey,” Kiara whispered, pausing in front of you. “Do you think I was too harsh back there? With Pope?” 

“Honestly?” You started, moving your mouth around before you spoke. “Kind of. It’s okay if you don’t feel that way about him and I get your frustration with everything going but rejection hurts. No matter which way you say it. And he’s high, so it probably hurt a little more.” was your honest truth for the girl.

She simply nodded, looking down before the two of you quietly climbed the balcony stairs up to Sarah’s window. You both crouched out of sight in front of the window, the curtains drawn open allowing you to see the blonde girl’s reflection in her mirror.

Her room looked just the same as it did all those months ago. You didn't expect much to change, it was just an odd observation, you guessed.

Kiara knocked on the glass lightly, just enough to gain Sarah’s attention, the girl approaching the window with a smile before trying to open it and failing. The window wouldn’t budge, even when Kiara tried to help from the opposite side.

The curly-haired girl simply sighed before deciding to pull the wanted poster from her pocket, holding it up for Sarah to read. “Were you in on it?” Kiara asked, their voices still able to travel through the glass, slightly muffled.

“Did you think I was?” Sarah asked, tucking her hair behind her ears. Kie contemplated, shrugging as if to say ‘I don’t know’ before ultimately settling on her answer.

“No.” Then Sarah’s pitiful eyes were turning to you, eyes you tried desperately to avoid. She called your name, drawing your attention.

“...I’m sorry.” Was the first thing she said, her eyes filling with tears. “I believe you. About Rafe. I didn’t think he could do something like that and I was just protecting my brother. But he…he’s worse than I thought. I wasn’t a good friend to you then. But I’ll be a better one now.” She smiled smally.

You didn’t realize there were tears in your own eyes until one traveled down each cheek. You quickly wiped the evidence away before attempting to shrug nonchalantly. “...Thanks, I guess.” You mumbled, looking up at the girl through your lashes, smiles breaking out on both of your faces as Kie looked between you both with a motherly pout.

The moment was ruined when Ward’s voice boomed from inside the house, calling out for Sarah. The girl inside jumped, whispering for the both of you to go. The two of you did as she said, fleeing the back yard as fast as you could, trying not to trip down the balcony steps. 

You both bolted through the backyard, making note of the smoke coming from the grill on the patio before hopping over the fence and heading straight for Kie’s car where Pope and JJ were already camped out and waiting. Jumping in, Kiara started the vehicle and sped off, hiding between the streets of Figure Eight. 

“Did you idiots set the grill on fire?” Kiara asked as she drove down the dark streets, you and her up front while JJ and Pope rode in the back.

“No,” Pope drug out. “It was a pillow that I set on fire on top of the grill. I think I singed my hairline…”

The girl couldn’t help but sigh, turning onto a fairly empty street. You just stared ahead out of the windshield, remaining silent. “What’s wrong?” Kiara questioned you, looking between the side of your face and the road.

“Nothing, it’s just…I didn’t expect her to apologize.” You muttered, looking at your fingers while you played with your nails. You never thought you'd feel anything but hate for Sarah after what happened. But after all, you were a teenage girl — maybe all you ever wanted was a real apology.

“I thought you guys made up on the boat…” Pope slurred sadly, disappointed that his plan hadn’t actually worked.

“Okay, now that we’re like part-time fugitives and our futures are on the line, I feel like we should throw everything out into the open here, full transparency. Kie already told us why she hated her guts.” JJ suggested from the backseat, behind Kie. You looked back at him as he spoke. “What happened between you two?”

You looked to Kiara for confirmation, confused on when she gave the guys the scoop on her ‘Sarah situation’. She just shrugged. “I told them a couple days after they left us on the boat. Figured it was over with so, why not.”

You let out a hum, taking a deep breath before turning back to JJ. “When I first moved to Figure Eight, I was going through a lot. It was right after my dad’s death, I was moving away from the only home I ever knew, and I didn’t fit in with the Kook kids. Kiara was my only friend on Figure Eight and she took me under her wing, even though I didn’t fully expect her to because she was in her own Kook bubble and hadn’t talked to us for weeks at that point.” You explained, leaning on the center console.

“Falling in with that crowd was the worst thing that could’ve happened to me. Late night house parties, drunk driving, just… stupid rich kid shit. But Sarah, Kie, and I were like a trio of our own. Sarah had us over at Tannyhill almost every weekend, that's why we weren’t hanging out with you guys as much…One night, when we’re staying at Sarah’s, I was having trouble sleeping because of my nightmares, I had been for weeks at that point. Months. So, while Kie and Sarah were asleep, I went downstairs to get some water, clear my mind. But I wasn’t the only one awake. I ran into Rafe in the kitchen…”

The car was quiet, the only sound being the tires against the road and the wind whipping by considering the windows were halfway rolled down. “He was surprisingly…caring. Asked why I was awake, if I was okay, and offered to talk. He let me vent and cry to him for hours, something I thought I’d never do in a million years. And I think I just got caught in the comfort of it all and I kissed him. I pulled away right after and apologized but he said it was fine…and then he kissed me again. I knew it wrong and I’m sure he did, too. Not only was he the brother of one of my best friends but I was fifteen and he had just graduated. But that didn’t stop him from leading me up to his room and locking the door.”

“...You slept with Rafe?” JJ asked, hurt. 

“For months.” You replied honestly and shamefully. “I never meant for it to go that far. I had no feelings for him and I made that clear. He was a coke head, a general asshole, and just not the kind of guy I would ever want a serious relationship with. We’d just sneak around and hook up. No strings attached, was what I told him. But I guess he still felt like he had some kind of… claim over me.” You explained. “The three of us were at some house party one night and Rafe showed up with Topper and Kelce. I was flirting with some guy and Rafe just got angry, stomped over to me and yanked me by the arm all the way out of the front door and into his truck.”

Your voice started to shake, no longer able to maintain eye contact with JJ. “He just started yelling, calling me all types of names and when I tried to get out of the car he grabbed me by the neck and basically flung me into the backseat. He rap-mmph...” You cringed at your own words, not able to say what you wanted. The idea of the word leaving your lips made your stomach turn. “...He took advantage of me that night, right in front of the house,even drove me home after like nothing happened, like I wasn’t shaking and crying in the passenger seat, watching the blood leak from between my thighs. That was the last time I had seen him, up until the golf course. I told Sarah the next day, that following morning. I felt like I should, I mean it was her brother but she was my friend on top of that. But she didn't believe me. She called me a liar, told me he would never go that far and that she knew I’d been sneaking around with him and that I was trying to turn the situation into something it wasn't. Next thing I know, Rafe is making me out to be the island slut and Sarah is right behind him, laughing at the rumors.”

“Why didn't you tell us?” Pope broke the silence, sounding like he was on the verge of tears himself.

“If his own sister didn't believe me, I didn't think any of you would either. I didn't want to keep reliving it by telling you guys. I just wanted to forget any of it ever happened.”

“I’m gonna kill him.” JJ shook his head angrily, looking out the window as he bit his lip, his right hand curled into a fist. “This is what I mean. Kooks get away with whatever the fuck they want-”

“JJ, it happened months ago-”

“So what?” He shot back, turning to you with tears in his waterline. “I don't care how long ago it was. You didn't deserve that. He raped you, he hurt you and he gets to walk around like nothing happened. How are you okay with that?”

“I’m not okay with it.” You told him firmly, voice watery and upset. “I will never be okay with it, JJ. But that’s just the way it is. I can't do anything to change it now. Believe me, I wish I could do more but I can’t. None of us can.” The car fell silent, JJ shaking his head and looking out of the window angrily. You pondered on what you said, wondering if you should've said anything at all until a pressing thought entered your mind. “Kie! Stop the car,” You commanded, the SUV screeching to a halt as she looked at you. “I need to make pit stop. And no, it can’t wait.”

“HERE. I HOPE IT’S COOL ENOUGH TO DRINK.” You handed the blonde mug of hot chocolate, the two of you sitting at a table in The Wreck, blankets draped over your shoulders with the sound of Kie and Pope’s snoring filling the silence. You’d drove around Figure Eight, police at every corner until the four of you decided to call it quits and camp out somewhere safe. 

Well, not before you snuck back into your house and retrieved Marley, the dog taking up space in the backseat between the two boys, never giving JJ a break as she practically curled up in his lap the whole ride to The Wreck.

Surprisingly, The Wreck was the safest place at the moment. The sky was dark, the stars still visible through the plethora of windows that littered the small restaurant.

“I think you need it more than me.” He said, sliding the drink he’d requested over to you. You shook your head, pushing the mug back in his direction.

“Don’t do that.” You said exhaustedly. “Don’t start treating me differently because you know what happened. That’s the worst thing you could do.”

“I’m just looking out for you.”

“You can look out for me by drinking that hot chocolate that I burned myself making.” You smiled tiredly, the blonde returning the gesture and taking the ceramic object between both hands, sipping slowly.

“Can I ask you somethin’ though?” He asked your permission, looking up at him through your lashes with tired eyes. You nodded, prompting him to continue. “I’m still lost on how you know Barry. I was gonna ask in the car but the conversation took a left…”

You sighed, hand coming up to palm the back of neck as you tugged the blanket closer to you, licking your lips. “Sometimes, when I’d ride around with Rafe, he would take me with him to buy coke. I don’t know why, he just would. I went into the trailer with him once, too hot to sit in the car. I guess Barry took one look at me and the bags under my eyes and wanted to reel himself in a new client. He offered me some pills. Something he’d made himself, a mix of Ambien and Xanax, said it’d help me sleep and so, I took it. Who knows if it was even safe…” You explained shamefully, shifting in your seat and looking back to make sure Kiara and Pope were still fast asleep.

“...I never had enough of my own money to keep buying it, so Rafe would buy it for me. That’s why Barry called me that stupid nickname, it’s what he would write down in his books. It got to a point where I felt like I needed the pills to even just take a nap when I wanted to or when I just wanted to feel good. It made me have less nightmares, feel less anxious throughout the day. But when I cut off Rafe, the drugs went with him. I walked around high for half of the summer and no one ever noticed.”

“...I can’t imagine that.”

“Neither can I, looking back on it. It’s not something I’m proud of but I’m better now.”

“You didn’t have to go through all of that alone. You could have come to us.” You just scoffed, leaning on the table as he traced the rim of his coffee mug.

“I didn’t even think you guys wanted to talk to me. Me and Kiara basically blew you guys for months for some Kooks who kicked us to the dirt.”

“And we took you back in when you came back. You’re a pogue. We’ll always be here, at least I will.” He chuckled, sipping more of his beverage.

“And I love you for that. Honestly.” The blonde’s blue eyes went wide at the beginning of your statement, as if he was about to spit out his drink until it calmed as you went on. You pondered on his initial reaction before deciding to let it go.

“...And I’m sorry. For not noticing. Someone should have. One of us should have, we’re your friends.”

“Don’t be sorry. It was my mistake, not yours.” You refuted his condolences, waving your hand dismissively. “Besides, our problems have gotten a lot bigger.”

“Who are you tellin’?” He chuckled under his breath, the two of your sharing a fit of sleepy laughter.

“...and J?” You perked up, laughing dying in your throat. He hummed in response. “If you could keep this between us… The Barry thing-”

“Don’t worry about it.” He interrupted you reassuringly, mimicking a zipper on his lips. “My lips are sealed. I promise you.” You simply nodded with a small smile on your lips as you curled up in the dining chair, cocooning yourself in the blanket. You felt a tingling sensation in your stomach before you drifted off that you couldn’t quite place.

“AND THE MANHUNT FOR EIGHTEEN YEAR OLD JOHN BOOKER ROUTLEDGE CONTINUES after he allegedly shot and killed Sheriff Susan Peterkin on a private airstrip after a heated altercation. There have been multiple reported sightings of the boy in the Figure Eight area…” The news played from the small radio box as you all scattered around The Wreck, the sun casting an orange hue over the restaurant.

It was early the next morning and still no word from John B. You hoped he was okay and would still be able to follow through with the plan.  You’d woken up on a bench inside of the restaurant, laid down and tucked in with pillow under your head. You couldn’t quite remember if you’d done that yourself.

“Is that gonna be enough food for them?” Kiara asked, grabbing edible items from the cabinets inside The Wreck as you and JJ bagged them.

“I mean, for a couple weeks that’s all they need, so…” JJ replied, eyeing the items inside of the paper bag.

“...I think I actually hurt his feelings.” She spoke despondently, referring to Pope. You and JJ grabbed the two wooden crates full of snacks and ready-to-eat meals and followed the girl through the back of the restaurant.

“Maybe he was too high to remember what happened.” You threw out, watching your step as to not fall with the large bin obstructing your view.

“I hate to admit it but I miss the old Pope. At least I knew what to expect from him-” She was cut off when Mrs. Carrera stormed towards her daughter, you and JJ stacking the crates into the trunk of the SUV.

“Where have you been?” The older woman demanded to know, throwing her arms out for them to land on her hips.

“I’m..fine. I slept here.” Kiara replied, perplexed as to what her mother’s issue could’ve been.

“Well, we were up half the night scared to death, lookin’ for you.” She told her child before looking past her and at you. “And your mother has been looking for you for days. When’s the last time you been home?” You simply didn’t reply, not wanting to disrespect Mrs. Carrera with the anger that surged at the mention of your mother. “Were you even gonna tell us where you were?”

“I’m telling you right now.” Kiara said simply, tucking her waves behind her ear.

“What the hell are you three up to?” She looked between the trio of you as you and JJ stood on either side of Kiara after loading the groceries into the trunk.

“Sorry, Miss Anna, but we have to go.” You told the older woman sadly. "Also, could you feed my dog? She's inside..." You requested sheepishly.

“Sorry…” Kie muttered, walking forward as you and JJ got into the car.

“No, absolutely not.” Mrs. Carrera blocked Kie’s path. “Have you heard what’s going on? Have you seen the storm that coming? This is not safe, Kiara!” She told her daughter as if she was crazy. 

“Mom, I’m sorry, I have to go…” Kie’s voice wavered as she lowered herself into the driver’s seat next to you with JJ in the back.

“These cops are armed, Kiara. They will shoot you, I am not letting you do this!”

“Mom, John B needs me!” She shouted, pointing at herself and shutting the door. “I understand, I’ll be careful!” She continued through the glass. Her mom never stopped, begging for her daughter to get out of the car and go with the safer option. Kie just apologized over and over, switching gears and driving away.

THE SUV PULLED TO A STOP IN FRONT OF THE MAYBANK RESIDENCE. You turned around to face JJ from your place in the passenger seat.

“Home sweet home.” He proclaimed sadly, his eyes teary and face red. You couldn’t help but pout, watching as he pushed the car door open and got out. Seconds later, you followed suit — unbuckling your seatbelt and getting out. “What’re you doin’?” The blonde questioned you as you dusted yourself off.

You just shrugged and looked at him, jutting your bottom lip out. “I’m going with you.” He was quick to shake his head, his hands on both your shoulders as he pushed you back towards the car.

“No, no, no. No, you’re not.” He refused your assistance. “Get back in the car.”

You simply brushed his hands off of your shoulders, walking past him. “No. C’mon-” Suddenly, you were being pulled back by your wrist, facing the boy once more.

“I’m not lettin’ you go in there. It will only take a second, just get back in the car, please.” He was pleading with you but his eyes wouldn’t work this time.

“It only took him a second to do what he did to you.” You refuted, pulling your wrist out of his grasp gently. “So, I’m going with you. And we don’t have time to argue because we need to meet John B.” Was all you said before turning around and continuing to walk towards the front door of the house. 

You told him he’d never be alone with his father again and you meant it. The blonde reluctantly followed behind you, his heavy boots not making his appearance known for once as you both tip-toed into the house, the door creaking as you did.

The floor stuck to the soles of your shoes as you both crept into the house. It was a mess — flies buzzing around the dishes piled in the sink, shoes far too large to be JJ’s scattered across the floor, the smell of cigarettes and alcohol lingering in the air.

JJ immediately spotted his father, sprawled out on the couch and snoring loudly, a half-drunken bottle of whiskey behind him. His son walked over to him slowly, eyeing his father with caution.

“...Dad, I need the keys to the Phantom.” He spoke to his father’s sleeping figure as you stood feet away, watching the interaction happen. The older man didn’t wake up, his snoring fit just getting louder. “Dad?’ He tried again to no avail, eyebrows twisting as noticed the male’s unusually deep slumber. 

He looked around, blue eyes landing on an empty pill bottle on the coffee table.

“What is it?” You asked from your place a few feet away.

“...Ambien.” He said despondently, a undertone of anger seeping through. Neither of you said anything else about it, JJ putting the pill bottle back down and turning back to his father, spotting the keys dangling from the chain around his neck.

Grabbing a pencil and an exact-o knife, he knelt next to the middle-aged man, gulping harshly as he did so. You could see the fear bubbling within him, whether it was the tears in his eyes or the way his hands shook. Luke’s eyed edged open just as JJ was lowering the tools, the boy freezing in place.

“...I didn’t expect to see you.” Luke rasped, you immediately put one foot forward in case something were to happen. But he seemed calm. Tamed… “School out already?” He questioned, the first thing the man reached for in post-sleep daze being the open beer on the coffee table.

JJ’s face twisted in on itself, his fearful teary eyes filling with confusion. “What?”

“Did you ditch?” His father coughed, JJ’s blue eyes quickly fleeting in your direction for some kind of reassurance. Security. “You can tell me if you did.” The older man smiled drunkenly, laughing. JJ’s expression softened in the slightest and you let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding as he replied.

“Yeah… yeah, I did. Hit the break, y’know.” He shrugged, feigning carelessness. Luke just laughed, struggling to stand from the couch in his disorientation.

“I hated school, too. My boy!” He cheered, slapping a wobbly hand on JJ’s shoulder in congratulations and in order to stabilize himself most likely. Your hand clutched the doorframe, biting the inside of your lip now knowing how quickly the older man’s switch could flip. “Look, I know I’m hard on you sometimes…But sometimes, I-I see your mother in you and it gets me a little tweaked, y’know?”

All JJ could do was stare down at his feet, biting his bottom lip in an attempt to will the tears brewing in his eyes to subside. “You’re a good boy.” Luke proclaimed, smiling at his son. You didn’t know if he was drunk or possibly having a moment of clarity. “And I love you, son.” He told JJ, pulling the blonde into a tight hug, patting him on the back.

JJ’s eyes met your own over his father’s shoulder — blue eyes surrounded by trails of red, tears making his pupils shine. What bothered you the most was the fact that he didn’t blink. For the entirety of the hug, which was long enough, JJ didn’t blink, not once. You could only wonder what was going through his head.

“...Love you, too, Dad.” He said, strained. But his expression remained all the same. But his voice made it seem as if the words he spoke brought him physical pain. Luke’s arms fell as the delirious man practically collapsed onto the sofa, losing consciousness once again. JJ’s face was flushed, tears trails shining as he yanked the dog tag with the keys from around his father’s neck and took swift steps in your direction, attempting to brush past you and leave the house until you gripped his upper arm.

“JJ-”

“This?” He cut you off harshly, whipping his head in your direction as he sniffled his feelings away. “This is why I wanted you to stay in the car.” He said, expression softening as he gently pulled himself out your grip and left the house.

“THERE SHE BE…” JJ gawked as he pushed open the garage door, revealing a large, pristine boat in the middle of the room. He was in a significantly brighter mood since you’d left his house, you refusing to let him wallow in his mild-anger towards you and riding in the backseat with him. You were surprised when he let you take hold of his balled fists, whispering your apology into his ear as he simply nodded and hummed. You didn’t miss the way Kiara kept glancing at you both through the rearview mirror.

“The Phantom.” He bragged, dragging his hands against the exterior as you and Kie stood by, letting him ramble and gloat. He needed something good right now. “A 1983 Formula 402 SR1 — the first boat to make the run to Bermuda in under sixteen hours.” 

“...It’s kind of a junker.” Kiara said unimpressed, staring blankly at the blonde.

“Really? She’s right there, Kie.” JJ reprimanded. “She can hear you. You would not be smokin’ weed right now if she never existed.”

“Let’s just hope she runs.” You butted in, leaning against the boat, not too far from JJ. 

“She’ll run alright.” JJ spoke in confidence, winding up a wire under the boat. Tires screeched against the concrete outside and Kiara threw her hands up in the air.

“That’s Pope. Finally!” She cheered, skipping towards the garage exit when Rafe’s frame rounded the corner, your back straightening and eyes going wide as you both locked eyes. 

“Hey there,” The boy breathed out, taking steps closer as Kiara retreated slowly, her hands balled into nervous fists. “What’s goin’ on? How you guys doin’?” Then a wolf-whistle was heard from behind you, the three of  you whipping your gazes around to find Barry entering the garage, his signature smirk adorning his features.

“Well, well…” He drawled, getting closer to JJ until he was close to pull a gun on him. A small gasp leaving your lips as JJ threw his hands up and Rafe made his way right next to Barry. “See, don’t think I forgot about me and you on the side of the road. I’m here because I want… my mothafuckin’ money!” He yelled before kneeing JJ in the abdomen, making the blonde curl in on himself.

“Barry!” You protested, immediately grabbing JJ and attempting to push the drug dealer away with your free hand. It was to no avail, however, when two strong arms wound around your waist and picked you up from behind. And unless Kiara had suddenly hit the gym, you knew exactly who it was and that knowledge sent you into a frenzy. “Get your fucking hands off me, Rafe!”

You kicked wildly as the boy drug you farther and farther away, watching helplessly as Barry beat on JJ and Kiara laid on the garage floor, holding her now visibly bruised knee.

“It’s not you we want, sunshine.” Rafe assured, setting you to your feet in a corner and gripping your shoulders. “Where’s John B?”

“I’m not telling you shit!” You spat nastily, pushing the man away from you with all the strength you could collect. 

“I really wish you didn’t do that…” He spoke menacingly.

“I don’t care.” You spoke, voice wavering as you struggled to get your eyes to leave his. But you felt as if you needed to watch his every move — the ways his fingers twitched, the way his eyes squinted, the vein that was popping on his forehead. “I know what you did.” You provoked. “You killed Peterkin.”

You don’t know exactly what you were hoping to achieve by saying it but you instantly regretting when you saw the way his face morphed — the flare of his nostrils as he inhaled deeply, the clench of his jaw. So hard it made his head shake in the slightest of motions before his hand went around your throat, squeezing tightly.

“Don’t you ever let me hear you say those fucking words again.” Your hands grabbed his forearm as you gasped for air, the sounds of Barry kicking JJ and Kiara yelling out becoming muffled audio in your ears. “You got that?” He questioned, your own eyes drifting to the figure appearing behind him holding a weapon up. “You got that?!” The Cameron boy shook you before yelling out in pain as Pope hit him in the back of his knees with what seemed to be a metal pipe.

Rafe’s grip on your throat fell as he did, bent over in pain as Pope struck him again, the metal clanking against his bones. You fought for air to enter your lungs as you watched the boys fight, wondering where Pope learned such coordination as he dodged blow after blow from Rafe before delivering a plethora of his own.

Your attention was stolen when you saw JJ punishing Barry, wondering when he’d gotten the upper hand as a soft hand on your back made you flinch, turning to see Kie. “Are you okay?” She asked, eyes swimming with worry as you nodded. At some point, JJ had managed to incapacitate Barry, leaving the drug dealer on the ground as Rafe and Pope continued to fight.

Truthfully, the fight between them had ended once Pope delivered a nasty blow to Rafe’s temple, rendering the boy disoriented and open for Pope to continue his assault.

“Pope, that’s enough!” Kie yelled, standing back as Pope ignored her. He hit Rafe in his stomach, then his chest, then his face, sending his body spinning away from the boy. 

“Pope!” Kiara tried again.

Rafe was drooling blood, eyes spinning wildly as Pope grabbed a leather rope, wounding the object around the Cameron boy’s neck and pulling tight. Kiara pleaded with Pope to stop, said that he was going too far. But you stood there, not saying anything — eyes focused on the way Rafe choked on his own blood, the way his hands clawed as the machine underneath him, the way his own eyes drifted to yours and seemed to plead for help.

The same yours did all the those months ago.

And in that moment, you started to wonder if you had ever truly gotten over what happened. Or if you ever would. Because, in that moment, you wanted Pope to kill Rafe. And you wanted to watch him do it.

JJ managed to get a hold on Pope, the dark-skinned boy meeting Kie’s eyes and deciding to drop the rope, leaving a heaving Rafe beaten and bloodied on the garage floor. You started to come out of your own haze, eyeing Pope as he looked down at Rafe in terror of what he’d done. What he could’ve done. 

“We… we gotta go.” Kiara stuttered, eyes fleeting between the three of you stood starstruck as Rafe rolled around. She wasted little time in walking back to her SUV, her legs carrying her there as she wobbled from side to side. You and JJ stood back as you watched Pope’s anger rebuild, your friend leaning over the bloody boy and talking lowly. 

“Stay off The Cut.” He warned. “We don’t want you on this side of the island. Any of you.” He threw his words back at him, the same words Rafe had spat at you that day on the Golf Course. 

“DUDE, WHERE IS HE?” Kiara said, a tone of annoyance in her words. We’d arrived at the meeting spot right on time, but John B was no where to be seen. Pope had calmed down significantly since the incident at the garage but you hadn’t spoken since then. The moment playing over and over again in your head. If the others noticed, they didn’t say anything.

“He’ll be here. Just give him a second.” Pope assured the girl, spots of Rafe’s blood staining his shirt. Police sirens wailed as a squad car pulled up behind you three, lights flashing as they came to a stop. You all tried to remain calm as you anticipated what the police could want now while also praying that John B didn’t pull up just as they’d arrived.

All of your worries went with the wind when John B hopped out of the driver’s side, cutting off the lights and sirens and pulling a backpack up on his shoulders with a semi-solemn look on his face.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.” JJ smiled from his place behind the wheel of The Phantom. 

“Shoupe let me take it for a spin.” John B smiled smally, flipping his curls out of his face as he edged closer to the four of you. Kiara was the first to give him a hug, embracing the boy with a giggle as JJ spoke. 

“It wasn’t easy, bro, but I got The Phantom for you.” He said triumphantly, holding up the keys between his fingers and tossing them to John B who caught them between his palms. “You ready to go?” The blonde asked, standing on top of the boat as you all watched John B’s face fall.

“...Where’s Sarah?” 

Kiara looked around, lips pursed in confusion before she spoke. “She’s not with you?” 

“No, no, we got separated in the swamp, she said she was gonna meet me here.” JB panicked, eyes fleeting to the trees surrounding the four of you as if she would appear from between them. “I’m not leaving without her.”

“John B, “ JJ started, kneeling to level his eyes with his best friend’s. “I know you feel bad for leaving but there’s no time, dude.” John B simply clenched his jaw and looked away. “You’ve got plenty of gas, plenty of food. Once you get around that point, it’s a straight shot across the sound to Dismal Swamp, alright? Once you get there, lay low. Hang out for a couple weeks and then go overland, cross the border at Brownsville, you got that? Brownsville.” JJ detailed, hand now firm on JB’s shoulder. 

“...Yeah. Yeah, I got it.” He spoke, staring out into the distance. Snapping back, he got onto the boat as JJ hopped off. It was only then you realized that you’d been standing in the same spot when the three of them — Kiara, Pope, and JJ, had their hands on the rails ready to push the boat into the water.

“Guys?” John B gathered all of your attention. Hands gripping his backpack straps for dear life as his eyes watered. “I’m sorry for basically…throwing us off a cliff with this whole treasure hunt thing.” His voice cracked, the sound snapping you out of your stupor as you felt your face fall. In all of your years of knowing John B, being his friend, being his sister, basically — you’d never heard him so remorseful. So defeated. Not until his dad died and only again at this very moment.

Something willed you to move, carrying your feet closer to your four friends until you were close enough to grab onto the boat rails and haul yourself up next to John B, stabilizing yourself and throwing yourself onto him in a hug that took him a moment to return. You could feel the tears building in your eyes as you buried your face into his shoulder. “I’m sorry about your dad.” Was the first thing you could think to say, the Routledge boy chuckling sadly in your ear.

“Yeah. I’m sorry about yours.” He returned, patting you on the back. You pulled back from the hug, hands still on his upper arms.

“I’ll finish this.” You nodded sadly, biting your bottom lip as small tears ran down your cheeks. “For the both of us.” John B didn’t say anything, just nodded sadly as well, a pitiful smile on his face. “Stay safe, Bree.” You said in farewell, squeezing his arm and turning away to get off the boat, joining the other three behind the rails.

“Forget all this sad shit, bro.” JJ sniffed, throwing his arms over all three of your shoulders and looking up at John b. “Everything that happened? We did it together, man. Pogue style.” John B laughed breathlessly, eyeing the four of your gratefully, almost like he was trying to commit your faces to memory.

“Pogue style.” He sighed back. 

“Now, get out of here! Please…” Kiara rushed. 

“Yeah, we’ll see you down in Mexico.” Pope pointed, a sad look swimming in his eyes despite his tone.

“Love you.” JJ left the words with his best friend, John B returning the gesture before pausing his walk to the cockpit of the boat. 

“...Tell Sarah I said goodbye, okay?” He choked out, the four of you nodding in agreement. He gave you all a grateful nod before settling into the boat, the rest of you putting in effort you push the boat into the water as the sound of the engine starting up echoed throughout the trees.

You could see the way John B purposefully avoided all of your eyes as he sped off, the boat getting smaller which each passing second as you said goodbye to your friend. 

Once he was out of sight, Pope was the first to turn around, coming face to face with Kiara as you and JJ walked out, their conversation still able to heard.

“You okay?” Kie inquired.

“...I’m sorry for…acting like a dumbass. I was just upset.” He stammered, you and JJ leaning on the car and being nosey. “And I was being petty and-”

“It’s okay.” Kie breathed out, shaking her head. 

“I just wanna be friends again.” Pope admitted, tone exhausted and shoulders dropping as thunder rumbled, the sky darkening within seconds. Kie stood there, looking at Pope’s outstretched hand. But she never shook it. Instead, edging forward and embracing the boy into a hug. Pulling back from the exchange, you didn’t expect her to go in again, this time for a kiss.

You and JJ exchanged looks, you were sure you looked confused but you couldn’t quite read JJ’s expression. Nothing was detectable from his dilated pupils or the way his eyes kept flickering between yours and your lips. And for a brief moment, you found yourself wanting to kiss him. But the thought made your stomach turn so wildly that you had no choice but to look away.

You were just vulnerable right now, you thought to yourself. 

Police sirens appeared out of nowhere, somewhere between three and four squad cars surround the four of you from all angles. Your hands went up as Shoupe and a dozen other officers and FBI agents exited the vehicles, half of them with guns drawn.

“We’re too late, goddamnit!” Shoupe reprimanded himself. “Bratcher, tell your men to stand down.” He directed at the brown skinned man with an FBI jacket on, the man in question motioning for the remaining agents to lower their weapons. “Let me talk to these kids.” Shoupe shook his head defeatedly, approaching you all with hands on his hips. “Alright, where the hell is he?” None of you responded. “Where the hell is he?!”

Still no response. You guessed his next tactic was to try and interrogate you all one by one. “JJ? I see you’re livin’ up to your name.” The blonde simply huffed and shook his head, a small smirk on his lips as he stared straight ahead. “Pope, how ‘bout you?” He tried again. “This isn’t a fuckin’ game! You can do the right thing, right now. Where’d he go?” He yelled in the boys face. Typical, unmedicated Pope would’ve caved under this kind of pressure. But you think the marijuana had left imprint on him somehow as he stood, perfectly composed. 

The four of you stood, wordlessly and stoic. If Shoupe wanted to find John B, he’d have to do it his damn self.

THE SUN HAD GONE DOWN A WHILE AGO. Shoupe had detained the four of you, taking you all to the tent his team and the FBI had set up to overlook to water surrounding the Outer Banks — the lighthouse providing the best outlook, they were just waiting for Dominion Power to restore the power to the city. But you were praying John B had gotten away already, or that he would before that inevitably happened.

The environment gave you a headache — the flood lights, the police lights, the constant ringing of phones, the news vans outside trying desperately to get a word out of you and your friends. But you all remained silent — no word on John B, Sarah, or their whereabouts. 

You were all in direct earshot of the conference table. Hearing dozens of law enforcement agents talk about John B like some internationally wanted serial killer was disheartening. It made you angry.

“Do you think he made it by now?” You whispered in JJ’s direction, the blonde sat on your right with Kie and Pope to your left. Your leg was bouncing nervously against the ground, your fingers fiddling with each other in your lap. JJ’s blue eyes fleeted between your leg and hands before planting a warm hand on your thigh.

“I hope so. But something tells me he went to find her first.” He spoke honestly.

“Her?” You asked, your mind blanking from the stress.

“Sarah.” He replied simply, you nodding and drawing your lips into a thin line. The two of you sat like that for the next few passing moments — in oddly comfortable yet tense silence, JJ’s thumbs absentmindedly drawing circles into your thigh.

The FBI agent that Shoupe had called in had his entire crew on standby, his eyes laser focused on the waters in front of him. It was too dark to see anything beyond a few miles radius, but it still made your heart jump just thinking of the possibility that John B could be out there.

“We need eyes on the other side of The Point.” He snapped at the agent next to him, the man passing on the order. It didn’t seem like a routine command. It was urgent, like he saw something.

You felt a frantic hand shaking your thigh, directing your sights back to JJ whose eyes were focus on everything you all. “Shit. Look,” He jutted his head in the direction of an open end of the tent, bringing your attention to the lights turning back on throughout the island. Section by section until the island was lit up like a Christmas Tree. 

And it seemed like any prayers you’d made all those hours ago never made it up to the man in charge as the one light you hoped would never work again lit up the sea in front of you — The Lighthouse giving every person around you a clear view of the boat you’d all said farewell too just hours prior. 

“That’s them!” Some random deputy yelled out. “There they are!” He pointed, John B and Sarah’s figures, outlined like two deer in headlights as The Phantom waded aimlessly in the water, people crowding around the edge of the grass to see them like some kind of tourist attraction. 

The bald man at the head of this operation now, taking over Shoupe, called in his radio immediately. “Bogey spotted off the lighthouse, running lights out. I think it’s them…”

You didn’t think your heart could drop so far, the feeling cause you to almost dry heave as you gripped JJ’s hand, that was still on your thigh, for dear life. Siren wailed across the waves as two coast guard boats revved up, heading in the direction of The Phantom. Right on time for John B and Sarah to start the engine and speed away, out of the lighthouse’s direct spotlight. But they were still visible. 

Journalists, news anchors, and conspiracy theorists all rushed as if they could run after the boat, watching the chase take place. The crowd formed within your line of vision, making you no longer able to see what was going on. You silently thanked God for it, you weren’t sure if this was going to go as planned anymore.

And you knew this only ended in one of two ways — with John B in jail for life or with the four of you seated right now at another funeral.

You’d forgotten all about the oncoming storm, and all sorts of terrible thoughts filled your mind. Kiara got up from her seat as Pope called her name, the girl attempting to push people out of the way.

“I can’t see. What’s going on? Excuse me. Move out of the way!” She tried, the crowd just regenerating every time. Pope put a hand on her shoulder, turning the girl to face him with tears in her eyes. “We don’t know what’s happening, Pope! Don’t you care about what’s happening?!”

He just nodded, pulling the hysteric girl into him, letting her cry silently on his shoulder. You and JJ just sat in silence, hand in hand. You felt the tears running but didn’t care to wipe them. No version of this scenario played out in your favor. And though you’d never give up John B, what else was there left to do?

The thunder clapped harder and brighter, the ground beneath you trembling in the smallest of motions. The radio on the center of the conference table carrying a digital voice throughout the tent.

“Suspect is attempting to escape south. Our attempts to contact the vessel were unsuccessful. We’re gettin’ hammered here.” The man on the other end of the radio warned, probably hoping his supervisor would tell him to end it, to turn around and let them go. You could only imagine the disappointment when the lead FBI agent spoke back.

“...Hold your position, Captain. I think I’ve got one more card we can play.” 

A sigh came through the radio. “Roger that.”

You couldn’t help sigh yourself, the sound coming out strained and shaky as you closed your eyes and squeezed JJ’s hand tighter. You shook your head side to side, hoping the tears would go away. 

“Hey,” An all too familiar voice came from beside you, opening your eyes to find JJ staring back with tears just waiting to fall. “It’ll be okay-”

“Don’t.” You cut him off immediately, shaking your head and biting your lip. “We both know that’s a lie so please don’t lie to me right now. It’ll just make it a lot harder when…”

“When what?”

“They’re driving them right into the storm, JJ.” You reminded, angrily. But the anger wasn’t directed at him. “We all know what’s bound to happen.” But JJ’s eyes were now stuck where yours had been just seconds prior, following his gaze to find Ward Cameron at the head of the transmitter now, microphone in hand as the FBI agent stood next to him.

You watched as his thumb hit the button on the side. “...John B?” He called, hand shaking as he did so. God, this man was an actor. Putting on the performance of a lifetime. “I know you’re there, son. I know you can hear me.” The audacity, you thought. The audacity of Ward to refer to John B as son, knowing what he’s done. It made you sick. “If you love my daughter like I think you love my daughter, then you will turn that boat around and come back. You are going into a storm that you cannot survive.” He reprimanded.

The words made you wince, more tears falling from your eyes. A mix of premature grief and overwhelming infuriation. This man, this killer, had a team of law enforcement agents behind him while he framed a teenager for murder right before their eyes. 

“John B, I am begging you. Think of her and turn around.” Silence. The entire tent was filled with tense, consuming silence. One part of you wanted John B to remain silent. But the other wanted him to speak, just in case this was the last time you’d ever hear his voice.

“...Ward Cameron, do you hear me?” The static crackled, all four of your ears perking up.

“Yes.” Ward straightened in his seat, feigning relief. “Yes, son, I’m right here.”

“...You killed my father, you killed Owen Carter, and you framed me for a murder I didn’t commit!” John B’s voice bellowed clearly. “You took everything from me!” He cried, the sadness in his voice seeping through the radio. “But I’m still here. And I swear to God, Ward, I will come back one day and take what’s mine.” JB threatened, Ward going rigid in his place. His eyes were wide and anticipating, hand shaking as he seemed to be deep in thought and rage.

“...So, you listen to me, all right?” John B continued. “I’m comin’ for you. I’m coming. For you.” The entire space was filled with that gut-wrenching silence again. Ward had nothing left to say. To these strangers, he probably portrayed as a sullen father who’d just lost his daughter.

But to you, he was manipulative killer who got his kids involved in his world of crime. And sure, maybe he regretted it. But none of you were looking for regret. Besides, if Sarah can’t forgive her own father. If she can’t find some reasoning or justification for his actions, why should any of you?

One deputy broke the silence. “We’ve lost their radio signal, sir…”. Shoupe was quick to comfort his long-time friend, removing the radio from his hand and speaking into the intercom.

“Those are kids out there. Don’t stop lookin’.” He commanded his team. Now he cared about them being kids? Not when he was right there, driving them into the storm? He planted a steady hand on Ward’s shoulder, leaning down to his ear. “You stay right here. We’re gonna needa talk to you…”

ALMOST AN HOUR WENT BY before the team started to pack up. The table in front of you all was now gone and everyone had cleared out. Apparently, the four of you had to wait until your parents showed to take you home and claim custody, which was a whole ‘nother nightmare in itself. Kie’s eyes were still puffy from crying but now she just remained with a permanent frown on her face and Pope had been running a hand through his hair for the past half hour, trying not to lose it. 

You couldn’t really place how you and JJ felt. For once, you didn’t know. It felt you’d both just lost a brother. 

“We got Search ‘n Rescue on standby.”

“Any response?”

“They’re not calling it off yet…”

Officers chattered mindlessly, paying no mind to the catatonic teens staring out at nothing in front of them. Shoupe came into the tent wearing a weatherproof yellow jacket, two men trailing behind him in identical attire. The four of you stood swiftly, waiting for the Deputy- Sheriff, to speak.

“Did you find them?” Pope urged, almost pressing the man. Shoupe gritted his teeth, shaking his head side to side in response. 

“...No.”

“So, they got away?” Kiara spoke optimistically, her tone rising more than it had in the last couple hours. Shoupe swallowed, avoiding all of your eyes. And somehow, you just knew.

“We, uh…we lost them.” He said firmly, holding back his own emotions. How does a man go from wanting nothing more to find a “fugitive”, dead or alive, to seeming remorseful that said teen was now gone. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry?” You spoke for the first time in what felt like forever, voice small, strained, but still furious. “That’s all you have to say yourself? Is that you’re sorry?” You took a step closer, voice trembling dangerously as a hand latched around your wrist — JJ.

He directed his gaze to Shoupe. “What do you mean you lost them?”

Shoupe sighed, raking a hand down his face. “They took an open boat into a tropical depression.” He retorted professionally.”

“...So, they’re dead?” You asked tearfully, fists balled painfully at your sides. Shoupe eyed you pitifully.

“We…don’t know.”

You couldn’t help but snatch your wrist out of JJ’s hold, taking steps forward until you were just inches away from the Sheriff’s face. “Whatever happened to them,” You started, anger consuming your words. “It’s all. On. You.” You said, enunciating each word with a finger to his chest, no matter how watery your voice sounded. “Do you understand that?!” You voice rose as you shoved the officer.

The two men on his side grabbed you and pulled away just as Pope’s voice rang out. “He didn’t kill anyone and you know it!” One of the men turning his attention to Pope, holding him back. Then JJ was lashing out, Kie’s face morphing as she started crying again.

Two figures ran into the tent, Kie’s parents. She let out a sob as she ran and embraced her mother, the remaining three of you calming down. The officer let Pope go as his mother approached him, pulling him down as his dad trailed in right after her.

Pope broke down in his mother’s embraced as he grabbed at her back as if he was falling. Heyward set a fatherly hand on JJ’s shoulder, the blonde heaving as he looked down at his feet. “I’m sorry.” Pope cried as Heyward joined the hug. 

You heart didn’t drop when you saw your own mother standing at the entrance to the tent, raincoat on with the hood over her head as your eyes connected. You didn’t cry or smile or run to her. You just stared at her with every ounce of disappointment, anger, and hate you’d ever felt in your entire life. 

And when Heyward broke the group hug to let JJ into the family hug between Pope and his parents, your eyes drifted to Kiara and her parents, who were looking at you. You wondered if they knew, but then you assumed that that was a crazy idea. Her parents were more your father’s friends than they ever were hers. 

When your eyes went to find your mother, she was gone. And you accepted the invitation of comfort from the Carrera’s, letting tears flow freely and sobs leave your chest. 

Maybe JJ was right. 

Kooks versus Pogues? 

They always, always win.

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[celestialwrites]

hii can you makes prompts of 2 introverts falling in love with each other?

as an introvert this was so comforting to write.

@celestialwrites for more!

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷introverts falling in love prompts

♡ both are crazy shy so they write little notes to each other so they don't have to convey their feelings aloud.

♡ one always keeps a pair of headphones in their pocket so their s/o can use them when they don't really feel like talking to anyone.

♡ both accidentally ghosting each other because they were too shy to text first.

♡ squeezing their s/o's hand when they want to get out of a social situation.

♡ s/o being like 'wow, i love this person' when they see their s/o in their own little bubble, doing their own thing.

♡ one having the lowest of low social batteries but still going to see their s/o when they ask them to come over.

♡ character being immensely comforted with their s/o's presence while knowing they're not obligated to be hang out with anyone else.

♡ character going out of their way to get their s/o out of a social obligation they are dreading doing.

♡ both just sitting in silence, doing their own thing, savouring their s/o's presence.

♡ character making sure their s/o is 100% comfortable before introducing them to family.

♡ both tiptoeing around the words "i love you." because they're both shy and overthink.

♡ once they do say i love you, it happens all the time, in little whispers and such.

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[jaidens]

You got that Long Hair, Slicked Back, White T-Shirt - Dallas Winston ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱

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“James Dean day dream look in your eyes,”

pairing [s] : Dallas (Dally) Winston x Soc!Reader

warnings [s] : smoking | making out | beginning action of sex (pulling off pieces of clothes, humping, etc..) |

a/n [s] : my requests are open!!

wc : 1,076

When the famous Greaser; Dallas Winston approached you, you were confused about his actions. Why was he of all people asking you if you had anything planned that Saturday? Of course, people thought he was handsome. Cherry, your best friend, had told you even though she thought he was cute and that if he came back around she'd fall in love with him. So, you gave him a chance.

He had taken you to a small diner around the middle of the ‘territories’. You never believed in the whole hatred between the classes. Your best friend when you were in elementary school had been a Greaser before she moved away from Tulsa.

The first date was nice and sweet. He had worn a cleaned-up white wife-beater and a slick leather jacket. You had worn a small, flower-printed dress and your black wedges. Dallas called you beautiful and set his hand on your lower back. It was protective, showing other people that you were his and to back off.

That's when you knew you had fallen in love with him. When you stared into his eyes as he shared a milkshake with you. When he gave you his leather jacket after the wispy, cold November wind went through the soft, white cardigan you thought would be enough. That was the night he kissed you on the porch of your Daddy’s house. As well as the same night you shared the three words that changed your life, “I love you”.

You had been dating for twelve months and you were celebrating your anniversary at the same diner you had your first date at. You decided to go on a late-night drive in his Thunderbird. You had stopped at a cliff waterfall and watched the sunset. Now, he was smoking a cigarette while you lay on his shoulder with his leather jacket draped over your body. “Hey.. you awake?” His New York accent filled your ears pleasantly. “Yes, Love. Why?” You answered and picked your head up to stare as best as you could with your neck pulled up.

“Wanna hit?” He asked, holding the cigarettes closer to your lips. You shook your head no. You were never fond of smoking ever since your mother developed a horrible cough due to smoking. He smirked and said it was fine you didn't want to. Dallas put his cancer stick out and pulled your face into his. He kissed you desperately and you pushed your head against his.

His tongue touched your lips, tasting the cherry lipstick that you wore that night. It was always his favorite, and it gave him an excuse to “taste your lipstick” to make out with you. “It always tastes so good, you and your cherry lipstick baby..” Dallas groaned out and put his hands in your styled hair.

You jumped up and pulled yourself into his lap. His hands fell to your hips and he started helping you move back and forth. “Baby.. take it slow. You can take me back to your house whenever we do it..” You spoke out, after pulling away from sucking his face to take a breath. You stared into his half-lidded eyes that had lust slowly sucking into them.

His dark eyes followed around your face, admiring your slightly bruised lips and the lipstick that was smeared around your face. “Y’know you're the prettiest girl I've ever seen?” Dally was always a romantic, trying to make you cover your face in embarrassment or start giggling at his compliments. He got a total kick out of making you smile brightly and rub your soft thighs together. “Oh hush, Dal. Acting like you aren't the hottest and absolute hunk of a guy? Can't believe I'm dating you.. a James Dean duplicate.”

Dallas could've sworn that was the best compliment anyone could've given him. He had definitely based his look on the James Dean hit movie, “Rebel Without A Cause”. “With your slick back hair.. the white t-shirt.. could you be less obvious, baby?” You smiled at him and kissed his nose. “My James Dean boy..”

Dallas laughed and threw his head back. “You caught me, didn't you? But, now I gotta ask, who's hotter, me or Dean?” He watched your expression change as you started thinking deeply. “To be honest.. you. I'm not into blonde guys. I love myself a certain brunette boy.” You saw Dally’s eyes light up and he showed off his iconic smirk. “Oh yeah? Who’s that baby?” 

You pushed him backward in the seat and started kissing him again. You wiped that tease smirk that he gave you right off his face. It starts going further, and you slowly put your hands under his white shirt running across the firm abs he had been working on. The windows of his car started to become foggy, heating up with you and Dallas’ passion and love. Your limbs tangled up together as he started to kiss down your neck.

His hand travels past your pretty dress, touching your thighs. You pull away gently once more, as another car pulls up next to you. You know this is Dallas’ spot for taking you. It wasn't uncommon to see someone Dallas knew almost every time. You both look over, seeing his old high school friend and the friend's girlfriend. His hand touches your face making you look back over. The soft glow of the midnight moon casts a beautiful look on his face. You’re absolutely obsessed with him. The way he makes your heart rate speed up whenever he touches you, the way he’s touched every part of you and still makes you get excited to see him. 

This moment will forever be etched into your souls. 

As the intensity of their makeout session peaked, Dallas and you found yourselves breathless, lips lingering in a final, lingering kiss. Your bodies pressed against each other, the warmth and electricity of their connection still pulsating between them.

Dallas gently brushed his fingers along your cheek, his eyes filled with a mixture of desire and adoration. "You're something else, darlin'," he whispered, his voice husky with emotion. "I can't get enough of you.” You're staring into his dark brown eyes with a soft look. “I can’t either, Dally. You’re my forever.” You fall into a last kiss with him as you pull the switch to pull the seats back up. “Let’s get me home before my Daddy kills you. He probably will either way..”

[lalunanymph]

sucker punch (m) — sae itoshi

in the pivotal moments leading up to the most significant fight of his career against his estranged younger brother, sae meets a girl who turns his entire world upside down

warnings:- underground fighter!sae, fem!reader, heiress!reader, reader is coded to be feminine (wears dresses, makeup, heels, etc), language, cursing, fights, mentions of blood, mentions of injuries, mentions of medication, sae's repressed emotions™, rin is down bad for his gf, arranged marriages (not between reader and sae ouch), heavy angst

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ masterlist ࿐ྂ

✯ chapter 4

The day of the fight brought a sleet of rain which caused a huge traffic backlog in Harajuku for close to an hour. 

Sae arrived at the facility, soaking wet and scowling. His other teammates who were present in support of this momentous fight cheered the second he entered the room. Oliver was the one to shoo them away and get his starfighter ready for the night. 

Suiting up his gloves and giving his shoulders a quick rub, Aiku flashed him a smile that was all teeth. “You ready, Sae?” 

His bored scowl was the answer Oliver needed. 

“Let’s crush this.”

Strangely, Sae’s heart was pounding behind his ribs. He had never felt this anxious for a fight, though his neutral expression gave nothing away as he strode over to the exit doors. On the other side of the door, he could physically taste the energy of the crowd; zinging on his tongue like sour lime, curdling his stomach and tantalising his bloodlust at the same time. Their chants, stomps, yells and thirst for violence fuelled him, that he almost forgot who he was facing.

Until they announced his little brother’s name.

“On the left side of the ring, standing at 6’2 with a wicked hook that will unlock anyone’s jaw—Blue Lock’s Itoshi Rin!”

The announcer dragged Rin’s name, and his brother’s flashing teal eyes were the first thing to captivate the crowd through the screen. The crowd cheered and jeered, depending on who they supported. A majority of them were neutral to Rin; they had only heard about his prowess but hadn’t seen it in the flesh yet. 

“On my right, a 5 '11 machine with more hits than we can count—the one, the only—the Prodigy—U20’s Itoshi Sae!” 

A similar pair of flashing teal eyes appeared on the screen. The crowd responded like a nest of snakes, writhing and hungry for two preys to feast on each other. Their murmurs of disbelief and awe were not hard to decipher.

Wait, they’re both brothers?

No fucking way.

Does this mean they have to kill each other?

Is this even legal?!

Sae could picture each of their curious, blank faces looking out at the scene before them; at two brothers who were slated to fight till the other was injured or dead.

He couldn’t rethink his decision; the bell had already rung.

Rin lunged at him first. Sae deflected, falling back, assessing his brother’s weakness. An opening he could dive into, or a faltering stance. Anything to make this fight quick.

A fast blur of fists rained around both of them. Sae got Rin in the stomach and he got his older brother right in the nose. Blood was pouring into his panting mouth, tasting of tangy grimness. Using a two step method perfected by The Prodigy himself, Rin executed a move that had his brother reeling. The hours each of them spent watching the replays of the other’s fights were put to the ultimate test.

There was also the intimate knowledge of their personalities. Sae knew how easily frustrated Rin could get. And Rin was familiar with how much his brother loved control. 

A sweeping kick caught Sae off guard, his right knee faltering. Rin used the opportunity to drive his knee into his brother’s sternum, knocking him back a few steps.

The crowd moved like a wave. They booed and gasped, some cheered while others muttered behind their palms. The energy was infectious. Sae moved like a caged tiger prowling around the edges, ready to strike.

He caught Rin’s upper cheek with a flat blow, knocking his brother’s head back. Despite the younger Itoshi being the taller one, his height was at a disadvantage when Sae targeted his middle trunk. With his upper body compromised and lower one open to strikes, Sae jumped in to land his fists right onto Rin’s stomach over and over again. Till he fell to the ground; until blood coated his brother’s pale throat. 

Someone in the crowd screamed. The roar that came after that was deafening. 

Blurry teal eyes latched onto his older brother’s one and for a split second, Sae wasn’t in the ring with Rin anymore. They were both in a field, playing soccer together. The sun was shining hotly on the back of their necks and their laughter echoed through the trees and grass. Those same teal eyes were on a smaller, innocent face, shining with love and open admiration for his nii-chan. Sae wished they both had never left that field.

“Kill him!” 

Their screams shattered the image of his younger brother in his mind, replacing it with the wounded, half-battered man before him. 

Rin was fighting against unconsciousness, weakly driving his strikes into his brother’s chest. Sae felt like his chest would cave in from the blows, but he held on. He was going to win.

Then, some otherworldly force compelled him to raise his head. 

Right in front of him, tears streaming down her face, was a dark-haired woman clutching her palms to her chest. It reminded him of the same motion you did the night Sae broke your heart. 

Her sobs were both silent and loud with the piercing sounds of the crowd drowning her out. But, her eyes never left Rin. As if pulled by coincidence, she flitted her gaze to him. Sae almost crumpled at the look in her eyes. 

Please, they seemed to scream. Please don’t hurt him. 

Rin clutched onto his brother’s shoulders, trying to shake him off. Sae held on stubbornly.

She only cares for me, that’s why she begged me to drop out from the fight.

What if you were here, too? Would you cry for him the way Rin’s girlfriend was crying for him? 

Would you openly and desperately beg his opponent with your wet eyes not to hurt him?

No, no… focus, Itoshi! 

Sae snarled, landing one meaty punch into his brother’s face. Rin retaliated with a strike into his abdomen.  

It’s not as if you would understand—you have no one you care for.

Sae felt her stare burn into his face. He wanted to scream at the unfairness of his entire life. 

During his moment of weakness, Rin’s strike knocked his head back and he went tumbling backwards. 

Gaining the upper hand, Rin straddled his brother’s lap, like they used to do when they were play-fighting as children. His strikes were not half-hearted or childish as before. They held weight, thundering echoes of his anger towards the older boy who left him behind like he didn’t mean anything. 

Sae shielded his face, though it was nothing compared to the pure anger behind Rin’s pummeling. 

The two brothers clobbered at each other for minutes, growing wearier and sustaining more injuries. In a fit of desperation, Sae grunted and used his elbow to drive it into Rin’s throat. 

An alarm blared. Earning him a foul.

Eyes watering and coughing like a chainsmoker, Rin bared his teeth, the hard padding of his glove battering his brother’s cheek in revenge. 

Blood coated his teeth, tasting of grim defeat. Above him, Rin’s broad shoulders blocked out the light of the ring, drenching him in darkness. 

Sae wanted to close his eyes and never wake up again.

“Give up, nii-chan.”

Rin’s harsh whisper was followed by a box in his ears. Sae’s head spun around as if he was in a washing machine. However, he could never concede to his otouto’s wishes. His pride would never let him. 

A clumsy strike right into Rin’s parted mouth caused a satisfying crunch to reverberate across the ring. Rin cursed and was knocked onto his sides, both brothers springing up onto their feet, unable to stay down. 

The two of them were now heavily injured and Sae couldn’t breathe without the feeling of knives dragging through his lungs. Rin was clutching his chest, drawing in ragged breaths and wincing at every one of them. 

They grasped at each other’s shoulders for the final showdown, a brutal boast of each other’s raw strength. Sae locked his muscles and core in place, praying that Rin would accept defeat so he wouldn’t have to hurt his brother anymore.

Nii-chan, you’re so strong and fast! Rin’s child-like laughter rang in his head. When I grow up, I want to be just like you.

Nimbly, Sae untucked his arm, the force of his elbow in Rin’s stomach knocking him to the ground. One more strike across his younger brother’s face and the lights went out.

Rin stumbled backwards, swaying on his feet. Fear sparked through Sae’s chest, dark and primal. If Rin managed to overcome that shot, there was no telling what he needed to do to put his brother temporarily onto the ground. One split second of agony danced across for an eternity.

Then, Rin folded onto his knees, collapsing to the ground. The crowd went berserk, screaming and chanting his name. Sae tuned them all out, taking one wobbly step towards his younger brother. Rin’s face was pale, the blood flecking his chin standing out like a child’s clumsy red painting. 

A trilling voice announced his name as the winner, but all Sae heard was static. Someone thumped his back and tried to get him to stand so he could accept the winning title but Sae refused to get back onto his feet. 

He stared at his brother, trailing one swollen eye onto the lacerations he left behind. 

Realising he was protesting the fight and refusing to accept his winning title, the organisers had no choice but to end it here and now before the crowd could get testy at the lack of the drama they were promised; demanding for a refund. Out of the corner of his eye, Sae noticed his blown up expression on the screen, grim and sober. 

A far cry from a man who was supposed to act like he won the fight of his life. 

They had made him hurt his only brother. 

Medics arrived on the scene, lifting his unconscious brother onto a stretcher. They helped him off the ring, despite his body protesting from every move. 

Once in the safe cocoon of the medical tent, he switched—needing to make sure his brother was still breathing. With his blurry attention trailed on Rin’s limp body, Sae croaked hoarsely to the closest nurse, “Make sure he’s safe.” 

She gave him a reassuring smile, nodding. “We will do our best, Sae-san. You should rest.” 

The second those trusting words left her lips, Sae fell into a heap onto the hard bed and closed his eyes. 

Someone called his name, but he was already out cold. 

The next morning, he woke up in a hospital.

Sae blinked, and groggily turned his head to the side, surveying this new space. It was an upscale suite, one of the better ones Oliver had gotten him. Presumably funded by your priceless investment. 

His entire suite was empty, and there was no one waiting for him to gain consciousness. 

He had no idea how long he spent staring at the ceiling. The sunlight outside his window shifted higher, the shadows crawling across the beige panels. After a few minutes of silence, the door slid open.

A kindly looking nurse stepped in, her wrinkles deepened by her sympathetic smile. “You’re finally awake, Sae-san. Welcome back.” 

“How long was I out?” he cringed at the roughness in his voice. The nurse tutted and fixed him a glass of water with a straw. She pressed a button to elevate half of his bed, giving him enough height to sip on his water safely.

“About 12 hours. We had to give you some stitches and fix your fractured ribs. Your otouto has a hard hit.” 

Sae took a deeper breath, wincing at the sting in his sides. “Hmm.” Surveying the room with a bored gaze, he sighed. “When can I go home?” 

“Impatient to see the world, huh?” the nurse joked. “Well, if you can be good for us and finish your medication, we can release you tomorrow itself.” 

She abandoned Sae to his thoughts, the door left open by a crack. 

A flurry of movement caught his eye, and Sae’s attention was taken by a young woman who rushed through the hallway. His position in the suite gave him a prime view of the pure panic on her expression. Something about her was familiar.

“... Itoshi Rin… where is he?” 

Her voice carried over past his little voyeuristic crack, and he watched, mute with conflicting emotions as his brother’s girlfriend gave a teary nod, dashing towards the direction the nurse pointed her to. Straight to his injured brother. 

The quiet in his suite seemed exacerbated. 

Sae exhaled, the muted pain in his ribs kicking up a notch. It was accompanied by a deadened hum where his heart used to beat valiantly. The strange emptiness in him yawned wider, waiting to clamp him between its jaws. 

Would you have rushed towards his room with tears in your eyes like she did? 

Sae stared at the ceiling, numb and silent. 

He guessed he would never know the answer to that. 

An hour later, the door slid open again. This time, it was Aiku who walked in, his expression pinched and worried. 

“Oi, fuckhead. Good to see you’re still alive.”

Sae couldn’t stop a sliver of happiness blooming in his chest at the sight of his oldest friend. Oliver sauntered to the chair beside his bed, pulling his leather jacket tighter across his broad chest. “Nearly gave us all a heart attack with your little fainting spell. You okay?” 

“Yeah,” he rasped in a low tone. “Can’t wait to leave.”

“Yeah. You and I both.”

“Is Rin…?” Sae hesitated for a split second. Oliver’s dual-toned eyes landed on him struggling to articulate. “Is he okay?”

Oliver’s expression softened. “Yeah. He’s in a room down the hall. Thankfully, nothing’s broken though he suffered a mild concussion. Both of you have thick skulls.”

Sae mustered a limp twitch of his lips. “And our money?” 

At the mention of the financial compensation U20 would get after this historic fight, Oliver quietened. 

“Oi.”

Prompted by Sae’s bored frustration, he sighed. “I’ll tell you tomorrow when you’re better.” He stood up before the other man could voice out his displeasure. “You shouldn’t be stressing too much about the money. Just rest well.”

Sae held his tongue from an insult when Oliver brushed him aside. If there was one thing he didn’t like, it was to be kept in the dark from results he worked hard to achieve. But, he had learned to trust Oliver over the years; the reality probably had nothing much to do with him, anyway.

At least, that’s what he told himself when he ingested the drowsy medication and nodded off into another long sleep.

The noise of twenty over boys yelling his name would never get old to Sae.

As soon as he entered the gym, limping slightly from his injuries, they exploded in expressive thanks and well-wishes, stars in their eyes at the sight of such a legendary fighter. Sae let them swarm towards him, giving his hand for them to shake and nodding at every gesture of gratitude.

“C’mon guys, let’s give him some space to breathe,” Oliver chided, and the boys reluctantly let them both retreat into their private office. 

Inside, the AC was pleasantly cooling, and Sae sat on the small sofa by the door, wincing at his injuries.

“What I’d tell’ya? The boys are tossing in their names for the next big match” Oliver mumbled proudly. “They idolise you, Sae.” Those words would’ve once made him secretly elated. Now, they don’t hold much meaning. 

Ever since the fight with Rin, Sae felt like his senses were dipped in cotton, clogging his ears and mind to any sort of stimulant from his old life which would’ve once given him meaning. 

He went quiet, his eyes trailing to a modest bouquet on Oliver’s desk. 

“Didn’t know your side pieces gave you flowers,” Sae stated bluntly, and if anyone would listen in closely, they could detect a note of bitterness in his tone. “Or, is one of them getting real desperate for you to settle down with her?”

Clocking his attention onto the flowers, Oliver snorted. “Oh, shit. Yeah. Those aren’t for me.” Sae never expected him to utter his next words. “It’s for you.” 

Gingerly, he picked up the simple bouquet, fingering a small card attached to the base. Sae unfurled it, his heartbeat kicking up a notch when he read through the simple letter.

Dear Sae,

I have paid off the remaining investments to Oliver and gave 30% more than was stipulated. I hope you can finally live the life you deserve—one with no more fighting, food in your belly, and happiness. Good luck in your future efforts. I will always root for you. 

— Y/N

Sae turned the card around, the written words bleeding into his mind. 

“Aiku… how much did Y/N give us?” He cut right into the heart of the matter, and Oliver made a sound of surprise in the back of his throat.

“Eh, how’d you know she paid us?” Sae pinned him with a glacial stare that had the other man scrambling to answer. “¥42,665,900. Enough to—”

“Buy us out from the next season,” he breathed. 

“Yes,” Oliver mumbled. “She’s been a wonderful investor. I think you really got us a good deal, Sae. I’m glad you managed to sway her decision.”

But, Sae didn’t hear him. His thoughts were on a loop, going from ‘she saved my life’ to ‘I need to speak to her’ over and over again till he felt like he could implode.

“When did she give this bouquet?” His voice was harsh and hoarser. 

Oliver straightened. “Yesterday. When you were still in the hospital. Though I think she sent her assistant to give it to me. I thought it was just from one of your admirers.”

Sae’s quiet stretched out for what seemed like hours. Oliver watched, fixated, as his aquamarine eyes broke into wonder, regret, admiration and deep sorrow. Whatever was going on in Sae’s mind would be a mystery even to his close friend; that was how the oldest Itoshi brother worked. You would never know what was under the surface until it came to light.

And Oliver was incredibly confused when Sae’s next words breached through the usual iciness of his demeanour.

“I need to find her,” his feverish voice broke through the loaded silence with the weight of a bullet. Sae scrambled to his feet, ignoring his fractured rib to fix his wide eyes on an unmoving Aiku. “Need to apologise. Flowers. I think she loves flowers, I need—she saved me. She fucking saved me, Aiku.”

“What?” Oliver stood up, too, his expression incredulous. “Sae, what do you mean?”

“She saved me,” he muttered, a man on a mission as he scrambled for a piece of paper and pen to write down his request at the florist. “She bought our next year out for me. I need to go back to her. I need her. I need…” he trailed off, sounding like a lunatic who was hinging on his last thread of sanity. 

That thread was to find you again so he could apologise; so he could crawl back to you and bask in your kindness and love once more. Sae loved you. He needed you more than you ever needed him. Sae loved you. 

“Sae, wait—” 

“Fuck—the florist down the street is closed today.” 

“Itoshi—”

“Maybe Dinya’s is open—”

“Sae, stop.” 

This call of his name wasn’t done in exasperation. Aiku sounded like he was about to recount someone’s obituary to him. Sae froze in his uncharacteristically frenzied panic, waiting for his friend to break the ice. 

Unable to look him in the eye, Oliver hesitantly plucked a newspaper scrap from his stack and passed it to the underground fighter. Without a second thought, Sae grabbed it, quickly drinking in the headline. 

The chambers in his heart suddenly constricted. Pain flooded through him, potent and poisonous, rooting him to the spot. His shoulders slumped forward in defeat. 

He couldn’t stop scrawling his desperate teal gaze over and over the same headline, despite how its contents and devastating meaning never changed.  

A legacy made! 1978’s League of Underground Fighting Champion’s daughter, L/N Y/N, is set to marry his old rival’s son. 

The piece of paper crumpled in his fist. Sae’s unflinching gaze never left the ground, his pupils pinpricks. 

“I’m sorry,” Oliver finally said, breaking the fractured silence. “I didn’t know you two were close… I thought you were just on casual terms with her. I didn’t know you loved her or else… I would’ve said something. But… but, she’s engaged, Sae.” 

It couldn’t be. Don’t tell me it’s too late to win her back.

A million questions raced through his mind:

Were you engaged before you two met? Who was this man you were about to marry? Why didn’t you break this news to him? Were you happy? Did you want this?

Did he even mean anything to you in the first place? 

His injuries and heartbreak were catching up to him, rendering him dizzy and mute with disbelief. 

He had to leave; had to make it right by you. 

Whatever Aiku expected him to do, it wasn’t this. 

Without another word, Sae raced out of the gym and into his car, his heart in his throat. Oliver chased after him, calling out his name, but he didn’t turn around and respond. 

The idea of you belonging to another man, wrapped in his arms, bearing his children, growing old with someone other than him…

He felt like he could throw up. Nausea skirted around the edges of his consciousness and he was sweating bullets. 

A legacy made. 

What is legacy compared to history? You both knew each other inside and out; Sae and you were a perfect fit. And he was sorry he never told you this on the day that he lost you. 

You would be in your office today, and as he rushed down the familiar hallways he used to frequent when you were still his, Sae couldn’t help the lump forming in the back of his throat. He hadn’t meant the words he threw in your face. He was scared and angry and alone. Even if you wouldn’t see him again—and honestly, he understood why you wouldn’t—he had to let you know how sorry he was. If he could fix what was already broken. 

He would pour molten golden repentance in between the cracks he caused on your surface, instilling your good faith back in him like how that same liquid made smashed cups and bowls whole and beautiful again. Sae would do it all for you.

“Sir—!” 

He breezed past your wide-eyed assistant, going straight for your door.

“Y/N,” he knocked on the wooden surface urgently. “It’s me. Sae. Please open up. I need to tell you something.” 

There was no answer.

“I’m sorry Itoshi-san, but you can’t come in here anymore,” the red-faced older woman tried to argue, positioning herself beside him like an annoying mosquito that wouldn’t stop buzzing in his ear. “Your access has been revoked. You have—”

“Shut up,” he snarled, startling both herself and him. He didn't have time to think through his horrendous manners, going back to pounding on your door, the hollowing desperation growing with every second of your stretched silence.

“Y/N. I’m sorry,” he pressed his face to the wood, hoping his muffled voice would reach your end. “I’m sorry I said those things to you. I was… I was scared. I’m sorry. Can we please talk—?”

A lunatic. People would talk and call him a goddamn lunatic. But, Sae had no shred of logic left in him. For the first time in his life, he let his heart win over—and what his heart wanted was you. 

“Y/N—”

Two strong pairs of arms hauled him from your door, your pesky secretary lingering fearfully by the doorway. Outside, a group of workers were gathered, watching the spectacle unfold. Humiliation should’ve been curdling down his spine, but Sae was helpless to not let it consume him. Sounds of phone calls and beeps went unanswered, the air saturated with his hoarse cries.

“Y/N! Just let me explain myself—”

The burly guards jerked him back when he tried to lunge towards your door, nearly popping his arm sockets out. His cracked rib protested and he cried out in pain. 

“Careful!” your secretary cried in her high, reedy voice. “Miss Y/N said he’s injured after his fight—don’t hurt him!”

If he was in his right mind, Sae would seethe at your unfairness. How you wanted to not hurt him when you were doing the very thing that was breaking his heart.

But, his rationale was a million miles away, and he was stuck on a desperate loop of trying not to break down and wail for you. Aiku would have a fit if he saw him like this. His teammates would think he had lost his mind. 

They threw him out into the street unceremoniously. Sae wrapped one arm around his torso and struggled to get back onto his feet, his instinct to never stay down pushing him up to try again. 

He took one step forward, and the door to your office entrance slammed shut. People were stopping to stare, muttering behind their palms when they noticed a dishevelled man with his shirt untucked, shaking from head to toe. 

He had no idea why he stood in front of the closed door, staring at his own reflection gazing hauntedly back at him. Eventually, something snapped in him, and Sae turned on his heel, racing as fast as his feet could take him back to his car. It was parked recklessly and he had gotten a ticket tacked to his window, the fucking cherry on top of this vile day. 

It took all of his strength not to ram his car into a pole or drive off like a hellion. He took a few breaths, hoping no one would force him out of this yellow box and back to the road; praying for a moment of silence. Mourning for the blooming love he had destroyed with his bare hands and venomous words.

Sae didn’t know what was worse. 

Finding out that you had moved on quickly without him… or, realising he never meant anything to you in the first place. 

He couldn’t find an answer right here or now. 

So, he picked up the remnants of his dignity and composure and drove off before your gossiping employees could pick apart the fact that he shamelessly waited right in front of your door for minutes on end; hoping it would open.

It was enough humiliation and heartbreak for the day.

©️ all works belong to lalunanymph. do not copy, repost or claim as your own.

[peachsayshi]

Pre the “love you” first HCs, can you do a flirting hc of how the jjk boys would woo their crush before falling in love? ♥️

˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ how did they woo you before falling in love? (feat. gojo, geto, nanami)

minors / ageless blogs / blank blogs - do not interact

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ tags:  fluff; only soft things

notes: anon, I am so excited to write this request for you! if anyone wants to read the previous hc's you can find them here & here. I'm just writing this out for the characters that I already wore about.

˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ Gojo

In the beginning, courting you was simple. Satoru would go all out by treating you to fancy dinner dates. He constantly surprised you with little gifts of flowers, chocolates, and jewelry. Throwing money as a way to earn your affection was easy, and he didn't have to think about making any effort when his feelings came wrapped up in a pretty bow.

In between the many text messages and phone calls, Satoru would spend any free moment he had with you, but he could tell that you were responding to his gestures with a forced smile. You've only been dating for a short while but you were suddenly unimpressed by everything he had to offer. The spark in your eyes started to fizzle and he knew that you might be reconsidering this relationship altogether.

He understands that he isn't the easiest man to love - he can't exactly commit himself to you, and he's usually inaccessible because of his duties as a sorcerer. There's nothing about Gojo's world that accommodates another person, but he moved mountains to make it happen.

"How about we stay in tonight?" he asked one evening, his arms circling your waist and his blue eyes taking in your shocked expression reflecting from the mirror.

"But...I'm already dressed..." you replied with confusion, looking at your outfit that you thoughtfully put together with disappointment.

"Trust me, I have a better idea..."

You were sitting on a stool, resting your elbows on the kitchen island while watching with intrigue as your lover, who is one of the wealthiest men in the country, struggle to cook a decent meal for you.

The apron barely fit Satoru's long torso, and his clothes were stained with oil and sauce. He spent a majority of the time complaining about why things weren't working correctly but you were smiling throughout the whole experience. By the end, your cheeks were killing you from how much you were laughing. Satoru made it across the finish line with his hair tousled and his cheeks red. The counters were a complete mess, and you even bit back a teasing comment about how terrible his plating looked.

Despite the chaos that he ensued, the food tasted absolutely delicious. You swallowed every bite as you stared at him with nothing but tender eyes. The vibrant smile plastered across his face wasn't his smug satisfaction for accomplishing this task but relief that the fading spark as blooming into a warm flame.

He wasn't going to lose you.

He made gentle love to you that night, listening to every breath and swallowing your pretty moans. He used the moment as opportunity to reconnect with your body, and in many ways, tether himself back to your heart.

Satoru Gojo earned your love. He fought hard to keep it by showing you that he was worth all the trouble.

Geto

Suguru's dates were a simple combination of getting together and talking. These intimate conversations strengthened your relationship, until there was nothing that you couldn't discuss. Suguru cracked open his skull, and you were met with a beautiful mind full of complex thoughts and emotions. He fascinated you in every way possible and wasn't afraid to express his real feelings.

He constantly reassured you that his heart was yours.

Even though you knew Suguru from the inside out at this point, there was still a level of mystery that surrounded him which kept things interesting. The man was the most spontaneous person you knew and that made him unpredictable. You learned over time that he never liked making solid plans, and approached dating you on what he was feeling rather than seeing it as something obligatory.

Your first trip together was planned out one afternoon in your bedroom. Suguru was just scrolling through his phone when he saw a small air bnb in the countryside that he liked. You kept every token from that weekend trip together. You visited a hot spring, hiked through beautiful nature pathways, and found the tiniest little restaurants that served the most delicious meals.

Your last night together was spent with the two of you snuggling in one another's arms while making love in between. He was keeping you close to his chest, his delicate fingers trailing your spine as he stared out the window watching a strip of warm color slice through the twilight sky.

"I don't want to leave," he whispered - his voice a little hoarse and exhausted from the long night.

You nuzzled into him, your leg tightening over his thigh as your hand finds his and you interlace your fingers.

"Maybe...maybe, we can stay one more night..." you sigh, feeling his thumb stroke the back of your hand lovingly.

You don't see the tick on his lip or the cheeky smile that follows soon after. He kisses the top of your head as he relaxes into the mattress.

"We've both got work tomorrow..."

"True, but I'm sure we can think of something..."

His chest vibrates when he chuckles and he releases a long exhale as he shifts his position. He turns to his side, curling his strong arm over your body and hugs you close to his torso. He's quite aware of how happy he is as he watches you fall asleep in his arms, and all he can think about is how he would gladly go to bed with you beside him every single night.

Suguru's courtship felt like an intimate waltz; from the moment he held your gaze, he lured you into a rhythmic dance that only ended on one note. The longer you swayed to the tune of his music, the more you realized that falling in love with a man like him was inevitable.

Nanami

Nanami's courtship of you reminded you an endangered love - one that was dwindling in such a fast paced culture. He approached dating you with a level of patience and in doing so, he wooed you in a way that left butterflies in your stomach and tingles up your spine.

Nanami wasn't shy about expressing his interest towards you and he was a gentleman in how he handled romancing you. He preferred taking you out on intimate dates - like cozy dinners, visits to museums or art galleries, and walks to the park. He had a keen interest in getting to know y ou, and was conscious about his behavior for the sake of your comfort.

Over time, you watched his personality unravel before your eyes. He had a way of making you laugh with his witty humor, and you soon learned that he was far more laid back than what he presented himself to be. His intelligence made for really interesting conversations, and he always spoke to you with the utmost respect. He had a way of making you feel protected and his restraint worked out in his favor because you felt safe enough to gamble your heart with him.

Then there was the other side to Nanami, the part of him that would appear on occasion with every teasing touch and flirtatious comment that left your cheeks scorching with heat. His eyes would darken with lust when he transitioned from the gentleman to charmer. Nanami's strong attention to detail had him reading your body language in a way that no man ever could. He took his time to figure out how to kiss you, to touch you, to fuck you and make love to you.

"Can I ask you a question?" you asked him the morning after you slept together for the first time.

He shifted his gaze away from his laptop and looked at you leaning against the wall. You were dressed in his white t-shirt, wearing nothing underneath except your underwear. Your fingers were clenched around the mug of tea that he gave you, and he quirked his brow at your sudden nervous demeanor.

"Anything you want."

You shifted your weight from one foot to the next. "It might be a stupid question..."

At this point your lover stood up from his seat. He walked over to you, placing both hands on your waist and giving you a light squeeze. He brought his lips down to your cheek where he planted a soft kiss, before casually asking, "what's on your mind?"

He finds it adorable when you question if this means that you're both committed to one another and Nanami doesn't even hide his gut wrenching smile when he gives you a sincere confirmation.

"I don't know about you," he teases, "but there has been no one else for me since we met."

"There has been no one else for me either!" you insist, "I just wanted to make sure we were on the same page before I go around and start calling you my boyfriend..."

"Boyfriend, huh?"

His tone is playful, but it's the way his voice deepens with that question that made your heart skip a beat.

"I mean, what else am I supposed to call you?"

His expression softens, and he's thankful that you can't see the thoughts running through his mind at that very moment.

"You can call me whatever you want, my love..." he replied with a kiss to your temple, knowing full well that he was working his way towards achieving a prospective title that would suit him better considering he was already picturing you as his wife.

[nanasdumbworld]

Head Over Heels (pt.1)

₊°✧︡˗ˏˋ❤ˎˊ˗ Miguel O'Hara x Spider! fem!Reader

Summary ; Miguel and (Y/N) realize that they are head over heels for each other.

Warnings ; Mention of child loss, panic attack. Hurt/Confort. Jealousy!Miguel. Non-consent kiss.

It was a Friday of paperwork. (Y/N) Drew was doing yesterday's mission report, which had not gone quite well since the anomaly, a variant of the green goblin, had been able to escape. Miguel wasn't entirely happy with the result, but let it go. (Y/N) thought he was going to scold her as usual, but that didn't happen. He simply told her that the problem was easy to fix and told to prepare herself so she could catch him on the next mission.

She and Miguel had years of friendship, along with Jess and Peter. She was one of the first recruits and she was one of the strongest. (Y/N)'s past wasn't unknown to anyone, she was from earth 1610-B. A reality where she was a female clone of Peter Parker, created by Doc Ock and the Ben Reily of that dimension.

Since he met her for the first time, Miguel knew that she was a person to trust, which is why their bond was so strong. You could say they were "best friends". Although, for (Y/N), Miguel wasn't just a simple friend, the small details and gestures of him made her fall in love with him. One of the key moments of their friendship, was that time (Y/N) found Miguel having a panic attack in his office.

On a mission, he failed to save a variant of his little daughter from the lizard's clutches. The image of his daughter's body was repeated over and over again in his head.

"I couldn't save her, I couldn't protect my baby" He yelled, throwing one of the monitors. (Y/N) cautiously approached when he calmed down and sat on the floor, leaning against the wall. "Can I sit next to you?" She asked with a sweet tone of voice, to which he denied, shaking his head, without turning to look at her. "Do you want to talk about what happened?" She asked again. Miguel didn't answer. "Do you want me to retire?" Miguel denied.

"Stay." It was the only thing he could say in a small voice.

For a long time, she was standing a few meters from him, until he let her get closer. (Y/N) knelt in front of him.

"Would you like to talk about what-" She was interrupted by a hug, which she responded by hugging him back. Miguel buried his face in her neck, letting out many more tears. Gently, she stroked his hair. (Y/N) realized that his breathing was back to normal. Miguel raised his face and looked into her eyes as she wiped away his tears. A weak 'thank you' came out of his mouth.

That had happened a few months ago. Thanks to that their friendship became even stronger, they had helped each other hundreds of times. He healed her wounds, she listened to him when he opened up about his private life. Sometimes they would go out to eat in their free time or stay up late to review the reports of the other spider people, which Miguel loved. He also comforted her when she didn't feel good about herself, since thanks to her origin, she questioned who she really was, a simple clone or "cheap copy of Spiderman" as J.J. Jameson called her. It was inevitable that she didn't fall in love with him, she knew the real Miguel. Deep inside that shell, Miguel was a huge nerd with a heart of gold who was passionate about genetics.

"(Y/N)? Are you picking up?" Miguel got her attention by snapping his fingers near her face.

"Yeah, yeah" She shook her head, clearing her mind. She turned her head to the left, looking at him. "What were you saying?"

Miguel rolled his eyes, grumbling. "I was saying what you can do to capture the anomaly. Take this antidote to sedate him. This will bring Norman Osborn back to himself." He handed her a small vial with a green liquid. "You have to inject it into his neck as quickly as possible, understand?"

"Yes, Sir"

Many hours later, she finished writing the report. She got up from her seat and stretched. "I'm going to sleep now, try to do it too" (Y/N) said putting her hands on her waist.

"No te prometo nada, I still have reports to review" (I can't promise you nothing) he replied without turning around. He was reading Hobie's report. "This is the most incompetent, worthless report I've ever read in my life" he passed his hand over his face as a sign of despair.

"Do you want me to help you?" (Y/N) clasped her hands behind her back and cocked her head.

"No, you go rest. You need to be fine for tomorrow's mission." she sighed. The truth was that he was sleepy, but Miguel was never going to finish reading the hundreds of reports that he still had left. "Ni lo pienses" (Don't you think about it)

"But-"

"No."

He moved closer to her and raised an eyebrow. "Tomorrow you have a very important mission, you need to rest" (Y/N) got even closer. "What are you going to do to me if I don't and I stay?" They could feel each other's breaths on their faces.

Miguel looked down, remaining lost in the brunette's lips. Obviously, (Y/N) noticed and did the same. They were inches from kissing, when Lyla's voice fortunately (unfortunately) abruptly separated them.

"Am I interrupting something?" She said laughing, to which they both flatly denied.

"Claro que no. Para nada" (No, of course not) Miguel mentioned completely flushed.

"Nah" (Y/N) looked up at the ceiling, while whistling. What were they about to do? Were they going to kiss?

"Whatever you say" Lyla shrugged her shoulders in confusion. A screen appeared in front of them. In the image, they could see the green goblin in what appeared to be a gala. "Norman Osborn on earth 1610-B, he is in a charity dinner for the orphanage of the city" Lyla continued saying. "I fear that his intentions are not good, I detected that he bring three bombs with him"

(Y/N) turned to look at Miguel with a smile. "The night will be long, my dear friend"

-

They were already at the evening. Not being able to enter with their respective Spidey costumes, they opted to dress up. (Y/N) wore a wine-colored dress and Miguel in a suit. They both thought they looked amazing, but they weren't able to tell each other.

They were dancing to go unnoticed. At that moment, the song "Fooled Around and Fell In Love" by Elvin Bishop was playing. They danced slowly, with an awkward distance. They looked everywhere with the excuse of finding Norman, but it was also because they couldn't look at each other's faces without blushing.

Despite their best efforts, they couldn't help it. Both were lost in each other's gaze. Longing to give each other even a kiss. The uncomfortable distance was shortening, they felt their breath getting closer.

"Can I kiss you?" They said at the same time. They were about to finally give each other the much-needed kiss, but a raspy voice interrupted them, causing them to turn around. it was none other than Norman Osborn himself. "Excuse me, gentleman. Could you steal the lady for a moment? I'd like to have a dance with her. Sure, if she wants it that way."

They both looked at each other and nodded. "Sure, no problem" Miguel replied with a small smile and left, sitting at one of the tables that were nearby.

Now the song that was playing was "Can't Take My Eyes Off You" by Morten Harket. "What a mainstream song" Miguel thought as he watched (Y/N) dance with him. (Y/N)'s plan was to have him close enough to inject him with the serum. So they were extremely close. Which made Miguel's blood boil. How he grabbed her by the waist, how he whispered things in her ear that he didn't want to imagine. (Y/N) just smiled awkwardly, reaching for the vial that was in her pocket.

Norman thought that she wanted to kiss him, seeing that he was getting closer little by little to his face, so he didn't miss an opportunity. "How quickly you fall in love, doll" He said and without further ado he kissed her. Miguel froze. (Y/N) Seeing that Norman was distracted, he injected the serum into his neck.

A Miguel se lo estaba llevando la chingada.(Miguel was really pissed) Seeing (Y/N) kissing with that anomaly made his head ache. Since when was he this jealous? All he wanted to do was just push him away from her, but he couldn't. The serum had to take effect.

The headache grew stronger when she saw him going to the bathroom, between kisses. He followed them and entered the women's bathroom. He walked checking the cubicles, until a blow stopped him dead. He went to where the blow came from and saw that it was (Y/N) with a completely unconscious Norman. "How was the drool exchange?" he asked the brunette, earning himself an elbow in the stomach. "You would have done it, idiot."

Already in the HQ, they locked Norman in a cell.

"What a night" Miguel exclaimed, taking off his tie.

"Don't even tell me" (Y/N) grumbled as she took off her hairstyle. "I'm going to rest, see you tomorrow" She turned around and opened a portal to her house.

"(Y/N)" Miguel caught her attention making her turn back to him. Come on, Miguel. Tell her. Tell her you love her.

"Have a nice night." It was all he said. He felt disappointed in himself.

And she felt that way too. She didn't just want to say a simple "I'm going to rest, see you tomorrow" she wanted to fill him with kisses and hug him as much as she couldn't.

But neither of them had the courage to say it and do it.

[pinkiepie20000]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ PINKIEPIE20000 X MALE READER ((ANGST!!!)) (MPREG) (PINKIEPIE20000 IS NOT A FUTA)

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ synopsis: you're pregnant and pinkiepie20000 is the father! while you dream of becoming a family, pinkiepie20000 has other things in mind.

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pinkiepie20000 blinked at the small bump in your stomach, scratching her ass intently, digging at the crack with fervor.

"why are you pregnant"

You gazed tearfully up at pinkiepie20000, fondling at your dinger donger.

"how did this happen? I'm not a futa..." pinkiepie20000 sighed, scratching her ass with disappointment. How could you have gotten yourself a fetus to develop in your stomach? You literally have a dingle dongle...

"so... pinkiepie20000" you smiled at your beautiful pinkiepie20000. "What are we going to name the baby..? Do you think it'll be a girl or a boy?" you giggled gently, caressing the baby egg with love in your eyes.

"kill it"

"..."

"kill it"

"that's a weird name for a baby...!"

"KILL THE BABY"

"WHAT"

"EVERYONE IS GOING TO TELL ME IM A FUTA IF THIS GETS OUT. YOU NEED TO GET OUT AND KILL THE BABY"

"can we honestly e date? you’re so beautiful. You always make me laugh, you always make me smile. You literally make me want to become a better person... I really enjoy every moment we spend together. My time has no value unless its spent with you. I tell everyone of my irls how awesome you are. Thank you for being you. Whenever you need someone to be there for you, know that i’ll always be right there by your side. I love you so much. I don’t think you ever realize how amazing you are sometimes. Life isn’t as fun when you’re not around. You are truly stunning. I want you to be my soulmate. I love the way you smile, your eyes are absolutely gorgeous. If I had a star for everytime you crossed my mind i could make the entire galaxy. Your personality is as pretty as you are and thats saying something. I love you, please date me. I am not even calling it e dating anymore because I know we will meet soon enough heart OK I ADMIT IT I LOVE YOU OK i hecking love you and it breaks my heart when i see you play with someone else or anyone commenting in your profile i just want to be your girlfriend and put a heart in my profile linking to your profile and have a walltext of you commenting cute things i want to play video games talk in discord all night and watch a movie together but you just seem so uninsterested in me it hecking kills me and i cant take it anymore i want to remove you but i care too much about you so please i’m begging you to eaither love me back or remove me and never contact me again it hurts so much to say this because i need you by my side but if you dont love me then i want you to leave because seeing your icon in my friendlist would kill me everyday of my pathetic life."

"no i need you to get rid of the baby"

You tearfully look at pinkiepie20000. Did she really just reject your confession of love and desire to edate her??????? A-and to tell you to get rid of your beautiful baby that probably looks like an oversized lizard right now..?

"N-no!!! I'll never do that!! It's my baby!!!" You scream, clutching your stomach, your legs shaking. "I SHOULD'VE CHOSEN THE BEAR INSTEAD OF YOU!!! I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME!! I LOVED YOU!!!!" you fall to the floor on your knees in a full blown sob. "I THOUGHT THE GIFT OF YOUR TEMU DINOSAUR DILDO WAS A SIGN OF OUR LOVE!! A KEEPSAKE!! A SYMBOL OF OUR ETERNAL AFFECTION FOR EACHOTHER!!!!"

pinkiepie20000 simply looked at you and turned into the shark memoji, winking at you and sticking her tongue out before returning to her main form, Jeffery from Class of 09.

"YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME!! YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO OUR CHILD!! YOU.. YOU...." you sob, groveling at pinkiepie20000's feet. Much to your dismay, she starts reciting the lyrics to Look at Me from TWICE, the KPOP group. "YOU DEMON!!!!!!"

pinkiepie20000 started eating grass silently. You scream in pain. "PINKIEPIE20000 I SWEAR ON MY LIFE THAT ON SEPTEMBER 5TH, AT 3:26 AM THIS CHILD WILL BE BORN AND I WILL COME FOR YOU FOR CHILD SUPPORT!!!!"

"im telling you to kill the baby not raise it that's your problem" pinkiepie20000 returned to scratching their ass with great enthusiasm.

"WH... WH-" You choke and sob, glaring at pinkiepie20000 with betrayal. "ARE YOU GOING TO LEAVE ME TO GO AND PEG THAT REDHEAD???"

pinkiepie spared you one last glance, smiling with a hand on their asscheeks, obviously giving them a good scratch. "I'm a Diluc pegger."

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this was honestly so beautiful i shed a tear, im violently sobbing, write more i'll shoot the man next to me WHY IS THE TEMU DINOSAUR DILDO THERE THATS FROM JANUARY

[zaimta]

彡 STRAW HAT PIRATES SPORTS AU

parings: straw hats x gn!reader, chopper x platonic!reader

zai says: my best idea ever brain funk lasted me a good 2 days and im FREE (im probably lying) i wanna split this into parts for the one shots but for now hcs!! no brook bc i literally couldn’t think of a sport for him maybe i’ll fit him in later idk 🧍🏾‍♀️

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˗ˏˋMONKEY D. LUFFY- football (soccer) player

the type of person to just randomly meet his s/o somewhere, he’s either completely drunk or just extremely sober but he’s just crazy asf as is

when he meets you n you have no idea who he is he doesn’t remind you but he sees no reason to, he just introduces himself like normal and rolls with it

and if you don’t keep up with sports whatsoever you would have no idea you’re dating a football player and his friends would think it’s absolutely hilarious

he would teach you all about football and he even plays it with you from time to time, lots of pitty goals coming your way

i don’t think he’ll make a big deal out of telling you who he is he just randomly says it when he has a game/match and he asks you to come if you’re free

you kissing him after his games would be his favorite thing ever, he hoists you up by your thighs n smiles into the kiss

he gives you the biggest smile when you say that you’re proud of him when he wins, and even if he lost you would still be proud of him

˗ˏˋRORONOA ZORO- fencing

i don't see him falling in love with a rival i fear he would be too focused on climbing the ranks

au where kuina is alive bc i said so, but zoro still aspires to chase after her she is the best there is period and when he beats her he knows that he made it so far he has yet to beat her but he swears he’ll get there

he probably meets you at a fencing match or at a bar, either way where he meets you he doesn’t really flirt at first he just acknowledges you n it becomes something from there

peak situationship, you have no idea what you are when he actually does start flirting with you and takes you out on dates, and don’t let him talk about fencing either he can talk about it for hours and it manages to put a smile on his face

he always asks when you’re free whenever he has a match, he wants you to be there whether he wins or loses

there would be one crushing loss that gets to him and he holds you close to him and you stay like that for a while and you can tell he’s clearly upset, he pulls away from you mumbling something about getting his stuff

kuina passes by him and simply ruffles his hair saying how you’re a keeper and he brushes her off

kuina actually adores you she likes how you keep him grounded and encourages him to keep going, she sees him as a little brother and she’s glad he found someone like you

˗ˏˋNAMI- tennis player

totally played in college on a full-ride scholarship, the girl had to get her money's worth!!

richest tennis player simply because of her skill

au where belle-mère is alive because i said so, but nami often talks about her and nojiko in her interviews, belle-mère is so proud of her she’s always bragging about nami to anyone who will listen (literally anyone who stops by her tangerine farm bc she forces them to)

i see her falling in love with an opponent on the court, the bickering the two of you would have would go from a rivalry to slight flirtatious interactions to just straight flirting and everyone can see it

the tension would be at its peak during a championship game, the two of y’all would be in the finals, winner takes all type shit

nami says “i’ll take you out when i win, you know to help you get over your loss”

if she wins you let her take you out, if you win you let her take you out regardless which just intensifies her crush on you when you actually agree to go in the date

tennis power couple, the moment y’all debut in a doubles match it’s over for the world

˗ˏˋUSOPP- track and field

oh he’s totally a track star ik y’all see the way he be running

i see him running the 100, 200, and dabbling in long jump

he probably meet you while out on the town or at a meet, if you’re competing for another team and he ends up running against you or your teammate he shows off to impress you, if he meets you while he’s out and a bout he just tells you about himself casually

he would love going on little artistic dates, or he’ll buy the paint stuff and y’all can paint at his house while binging y’all’s favorite show

meet days are long asf for him once he gets back he’s immediately asleep, he tries (emphasis on tries) to text you when he gets home but once he brushes his teeth and puts his bonnet on, and his head hits that pillow oh he’s out like a light

he will never shut up about the 4 x 4 and how much he despises it, and if you don’t get it he takes you to a track and has you run a full 400m y’all now hate it together it’s a couples thing <3

if you’re there to cheer him in at his meets he actually falls in love with you like he wants to marry you and would propose to you on the spot if he could

the days after his meets he loves having lazy days with you and doing absolutely nothing, just holding you in his arms and relaxing is all he needs

˗ˏˋSANJI VINSMOKE- baseball player

he’s totally a baseball player i mean look at that waist ( we gon ignore the fact that he refuses to use his hands for anything besides cooking)

he’s totally a flirtatious player half of the time it’s unintentional bc that’s just how he is a natural gentleman

i see him asking a sports reporter for their number while they’re interviewing him, i see him enjoying the chase so if they brush him off he would be persistent flirting with you

him making sure you see his games, and he would flirt with you constantly if you’re there to recap the games

when he somehow gets you to agree to go out with him he’s actually over the moon, he treats you so well i’m talkin pressin a kiss to the back of your hand, opening doors for you all that jazz

when y’all start dating he’s still the same person, he flirts with you like he hasn’t won the chase a terrible romantic trulay

˗ˏˋTONY TONY CHOPPER [platonic]- athletic trainer student aide

student aide to an athletic trainer, he would probably be a prodigy too so they sitting here thinking he in college and he is but he’s like fucking 15

the team sees him as a little brother they all adore him and if they get scolded by him bc they wasn’t doing what they was supposed to do to let their injuries heal they so sad they disappointed him

you’re probably on the sports team he’s an aide too n he just naturally floated to you, he hangs out with you outside of the sports team and he sees you as an older sibling

if you need any help training he’d love to help you but if you make him work out with you he’s tapping and switching to moral support

if you get an injury he’s even harsher with you when you don’t listen he’s like “im not above putting my hands on people” whole time he not but he on the verge of slapping you so hard you gon have to be back in his office bc of the slap

makes you buy him lunch all thee time, for an athletic trainer aide he’s in love with sweets and you find it strange

˗ˏˋNICO ROBIN- volleyball player

#team mom

her volleyball team actually adores her

she’s been player of the year for her team, her conference, and in her league

i see her being the ace of her team, bringing them points home and someone her team can depend on to carry em home

but her practicing late one night and you walkin into the gym to do whatever maybe set up for media day or clean up, anyways you would catch her mid jump serve and it’s totally love at first sight for you i mean it’s robin like

she would smile at you and ask if you play volleyball

if you do she’ll hit some serves to you and if you’re down for it she’ll have a 1v1 practice match against you

if not she’ll be happy to teach you, hits you with the engulfing you and guiding your body with her hands

y’all would play together around the same time for the next few days and she asks you on a date and you ofc agree

˗ˏˋCYBORG FRANKY - athletic trainer for a hockey team

his team actually adores him like “big bro” franky in effect

i see him as an athletic trainer for a college team but he could also work for pros too!

if he works for a college team he totally cries when the seniors graduate, and if they go pro he makes sure to at least go to one of their games if he can

they’re always in his office even if they aren’t injured, when they don’t have class ( or anything to do ) some of his athletes just go to his office and talk to him about whatever

i see franky as a blind date guy nami probably sets one up for him and he meets you, he talks to you for a little while and he knows he’s into you

he could be in his office talking to you on the phone when his athletes catch him smiling at his phone too hard, or they notice how he’s in a better mood they totally tease him for it (he got that good team chemistry)

he’s so blindly in love with you too, if you don’t know anything about hockey he teaches you and if he has to teach you how to skate as well he literally never leaves your side he got his body around you as he shows you how to hit the puck with the stick

he also gives the best massages like any sore spots you had will be immediately gone

˗ˏˋJINBE - karate fighter

he screams olympian he truly do don’t he

anyways he’s well respected in his craft, it’s clear he loves what he does and he puts his all into karate

he’s such a smooth gentleman too, his flirt attempts would be subtle but they would be able to knock you off your feet like damn

him flirting with you while you wrap his wounds and it’s like this man?? and he’s so sweet with it

he’s the old timer with the lovey partner who was supporting him from the beginning, you was there when he had nothing to when he was winning championship titles

even though he’s gotten older he’s still got it, people love meeting him bc he’s such a sweetheart and he gives the best hugs ever, runs his own dojo maybe and he teaches people karate

when you stop by because he “forgot his lunch” he always thanks you with a kiss, you know he leaves it on purpose and he knows that you know but he keeps doing it anyways for a kiss

[gummyfang]

˗ˏˋ ALPHABET MASTERPOST  ´ˎ˗

Considering I use most requests in my inbox for fics or drabbles, I having alphabet prompts in my inbox to fall back on if I don’t want to think about something too hard but I wanna write something. This post will be updated with the characters I will write for and new Alphabet prompt lists.

This masterpost contains a Hurt/Comfort Alphabet [@/thathcwriter], Fluff Alphabet [@/mirclealignr] and the NSFW Alphabet [don’t know who made that one]. If you don’t specify in your request which respective alphabets you are requesting the specific letters for, I will delete your ask.

Characters you can currently request letters for: 

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

König

Leon S. Kennedy

You can always try your hand at requesting a character not on here, but I might delete it.

➸ alphabet prompts below the cut !!

✧ Hurt/Comfort Alphabet ✧

A: Alleviate - How do they go about relieving persistent physical pain?

B: Bedridden - How do they behave when they’re sick?

C: Cling - Whose physical touch is considered most welcome in their minds when they are in need? Is there a specific type of touch they respond well to?

D: Deathbed - How would they react if they realized they may not recover from their injuries?

E: Emergency - What is their gut reaction when someone they care about is hurt?

F: Fight - Are there circumstances under which they would not accept treatment or care? If so, what are they?

G: Ghosts - How has their past shaped the kind of comfort they respond to best?

H: Home - What things (objects, sensations or people) remind them they’re safe after a scary situation?

I: Isolation - How do they soothe themselves when no one is around to soothe them?

J: Joy - When was the first time they were truly happy after going through something terrible?

K: Kindness - Do they believe they deserve the comfort they receive? Why or why not?

L: Levity - What or who helps them take their mind off of the circumstances?

M: Music - Is there a song that comforts them? Why is it comforting to them?

N: Nostalgia - What things that comforted them as a kid still work today? Does anyone know that?

O: Overworked - Who or what tells them to stop working and take care of themselves?

P: Please - Have they ever begged for someone to comfort or stay with them? What was that incident like?

Q: Questions - Are they eager to talk about what or why they’re hurting? Why or why not?

R: Relief - How do they react to the realization that they will soon be fully recovered?

S: Scared - What would it take for them to admit that they’re scared?

T: Time - How long does it take for them to feel better after an ordeal or illness? Do they tend to lie about how soon they feel better?

U: Ugly - What part of their recovery process are they ashamed of, if any?

V: Valiant - Has anyone told them they were brave for facing what they did? How would they react if someone did?

W: Why? - How did they process what happened to them?

X: Xenas - Do they see anyone as an inspiration in their recovery? Does their inspiration know about this?

Y: Yearn - What gesture, person or thing do they desperately want, but would never actually ask for?

Z: Zero - What is the best way to comfort them without touching them?

✧ Fluff Alphabet ✧

A -> Affection; how they like to show their love.

B -> Beauty; what do they especially admire about you?

C -> Cuddles; how they like to cuddle you.

D -> Dancing; their favourite place to dance with you.

E -> Excitement; do they get excited with you about things?

F -> First Date; your first date together.

G -> Goals; do they have things they want to achieve? Do they include you in these things?

H -> Honesty; how open are they with you?

I -> I Love You; do they say it a lot? did they say it first?

J -> Jealousy; do they get jealous?

K -> Kiss; their favourite place to kiss you.

L -> Little Spoon; who’s the little spoon?

M -> Melody; what’s your song together?

N -> Nicknames; do they use nicknames for you?

O -> Open Book; how hard was it to get to know them?

P -> PDA; how affectionate they are in public.

Q -> Quirk: a weird but loveable trait of theirs.

R -> Romance; how romantic are they?

S -> Secrets; do they keep secrets from you?

T -> Thrill; do they like to keep the relationship new and exciting?

U -> Understanding; how they comfort/support when you’re upset or anxious.

V -> Vexed; how easily they lose their temper.

W -> Weakness; what’s their weakness what it comes to you?

X -> Xtra; random hc about them.

Y -> Years to Come; how they imagine your future together.

Z -> Zzz; how they are when they sleep.

✧ NSFW Alphabet ✧

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

F= Favorite position

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

H= Hair (grooming habits)

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort)

X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)

Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

[ittorule34]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ PINKIEPIE20000 X MALE READER ((ANGST!!!)) (MPREG) (PINKIEPIE20000 IS NOT A FUTA)

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ synopsis: you're pregnant and pinkiepie20000 is the father! while you dream of becoming a family, pinkiepie20000 has other things in mind.

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pinkiepie20000 blinked at the small bump in your stomach, scratching her ass intently, digging at the crack with fervor.

"why are you pregnant"

You gazed tearfully up at pinkiepie20000, fondling at your dinger donger.

"how did this happen? I'm not a futa..." pinkiepie20000 sighed, scratching her ass with disappointment. How could you have gotten yourself a fetus to develop in your stomach? You literally have a dingle dongle...

"so... pinkiepie20000" you smiled at your beautiful pinkiepie20000. "What are we going to name the baby..? Do you think it'll be a girl or a boy?" you giggled gently, caressing the baby egg with love in your eyes.

"kill it"

"..."

"kill it"

"that's a weird name for a baby...!"

"KILL THE BABY"

"WHAT"

"EVERYONE IS GOING TO TELL ME IM A FUTA IF THIS GETS OUT. YOU NEED TO GET OUT AND KILL THE BABY"

"can we honestly e date? you’re so beautiful. You always make me laugh, you always make me smile. You literally make me want to become a better person... I really enjoy every moment we spend together. My time has no value unless its spent with you. I tell everyone of my irls how awesome you are. Thank you for being you. Whenever you need someone to be there for you, know that i’ll always be right there by your side. I love you so much. I don’t think you ever realize how amazing you are sometimes. Life isn’t as fun when you’re not around. You are truly stunning. I want you to be my soulmate. I love the way you smile, your eyes are absolutely gorgeous. If I had a star for everytime you crossed my mind i could make the entire galaxy. Your personality is as pretty as you are and thats saying something. I love you, please date me. I am not even calling it e dating anymore because I know we will meet soon enough heart OK I ADMIT IT I LOVE YOU OK i hecking love you and it breaks my heart when i see you play with someone else or anyone commenting in your profile i just want to be your girlfriend and put a heart in my profile linking to your profile and have a walltext of you commenting cute things i want to play video games talk in discord all night and watch a movie together but you just seem so uninsterested in me it hecking kills me and i cant take it anymore i want to remove you but i care too much about you so please i’m begging you to eaither love me back or remove me and never contact me again it hurts so much to say this because i need you by my side but if you dont love me then i want you to leave because seeing your icon in my friendlist would kill me everyday of my pathetic life."

"no i need you to get rid of the baby"

You tearfully look at pinkiepie20000. Did she really just reject your confession of love and desire to edate her??????? A-and to tell you to get rid of your beautiful baby that probably looks like an oversized lizard right now..?

"N-no!!! I'll never do that!! It's my baby!!!" You scream, clutching your stomach, your legs shaking. "I SHOULD'VE CHOSEN THE BEAR INSTEAD OF YOU!!! I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME!! I LOVED YOU!!!!" you fall to the floor on your knees in a full blown sob. "I THOUGHT THE GIFT OF YOUR TEMU DINOSAUR DILDO WAS A SIGN OF OUR LOVE!! A KEEPSAKE!! A SYMBOL OF OUR ETERNAL AFFECTION FOR EACHOTHER!!!!"

pinkiepie20000 simply looked at you and turned into the shark memoji, winking at you and sticking her tongue out before returning to her main form, Jeffery from Class of 09.

"YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME!! YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO OUR CHILD!! YOU.. YOU...." you sob, groveling at pinkiepie20000's feet. Much to your dismay, she starts reciting the lyrics to Look at Me from TWICE, the KPOP group. "YOU DEMON!!!!!!"

pinkiepie20000 started eating grass silently. You scream in pain. "PINKIEPIE20000 I SWEAR ON MY LIFE THAT ON SEPTEMBER 5TH, AT 3:26 AM THIS CHILD WILL BE BORN AND I WILL COME FOR YOU FOR CHILD SUPPORT!!!!"

"im telling you to kill the baby not raise it that's your problem" pinkiepie20000 returned to scratching their ass with great enthusiasm.

"WH... WH-" You choke and sob, glaring at pinkiepie20000 with betrayal. "ARE YOU GOING TO LEAVE ME TO GO AND PEG THAT REDHEAD???"

pinkiepie spared you one last glance, smiling with a hand on their asscheeks, obviously giving them a good scratch. "I'm a Diluc pegger."

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WHAT THE FUCK

PINKIEPIE20000 IS A DILUC PEGGER???

@pinkiepie20000 HELP ME

[kurtmustdie]

*̩̩̥͙　-•̩̩͙-ˏˋ⋆ Introduction Post ⋆ˊˎ-•̩̩͙-　*̩̩̥͙

Carrd Hey there, friendly neighborhood idiot here to introduce himself B) this looks best on a darker mode btw

✯ Basic Info:

Hey! My name is Ash, I go by he/they/cat/ghost/vamp pronouns (I don't really mind if you use some over others). I'm a minor so uh,, don't be sketchy. I'm trans. super cool. also neurodivergent. awesome. I'm an artist, a casual furry, and worst of all... emo. I'm so sorry. /j

Putting the reading thing so it isn't too big of a post, pls keep reading!!

✯ DNI (DO NOT INTERACT):

Homophobes, transphobes, racists, antisemites, misogynists, TERFS (Trans Exclusionary Radical "Feminists"), SWERFS (Sxx Worker Exclusionary Radical "Feminists"). All of that sort. I don't put up with that shit. also Anti-furs, like can you guys just not for a second

LGBTQ+ Exclusionists. I'm an inclusionist. stay mad.

Harry Potter stans. You can be a casual enjoyer and interact idc but if it's all you post about I might block you.

If you're just looking to pick a fight... just don't. its tiring for everyone.

If I've specifically told you to fuck off.

Proshippers, Comshippers, and, get this, Anti-shippers. Your guy's discourse stresses me out dont bring me into that 😭

MAPs/ZOOs/Anyone who supports those. Please get help.

NSFW Blogs because I am baby.

if you have an nft pfp I will just straight up block you.

✯ What to Expect from this Blog:

Art. Lots and lots of art. mostly of OCs and characters that I my brain decides are the only thing worth focusing on <3

ON THE TOPIC OF ART: My art might contain triggering subjects such as blood, slight gore, bright colors (and effects that may cause eyestrain), Violence, animal violence, and implications or themes of s/h sui. I am not making light of said topics, art is art. I will properly trigger warning said art when needed, dw :D

Random text posts usually pertaining to fandom or just general thoughts or events I experience. I might rant here and there. who knows :3

Lots and lots of gay people (I wish they were real /j)

Catsss im a cat person

Other people's art I wanna promote :D

The occasional comment about politics, it's once in a blue moon so dw about it.

edits... perhaps....

Warrior Cats AUs for like,,, everything..

Overall just whatever I want because no one can stop me >:]

✯ FANDOMS IM IN!!

Spiderverse (I am unfortunately a Miguel O'Hara fan, but Hobie is better let's make that clear.)

Warrior Cats (I was introduced to it at the age of 9. I will never be the same.)

Wings of Fire (kind of i dont actually talk about it too much)

My Chemical Romance (also intruduced at the age of 9. I will never ever be the same.)

Gerard Way (His solo music and Comics, love him to death /p)

The Stolen Hope

Cookie Run: Kingdom (kind of... I'm falling out just a tad. Affogato Cookie deniers dni /j)

Sanrio (kind of)

Monster High (kind of)

Umbrella Academy

True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys

✯ Favorite Music!!

My Chemical Romance

Gerard Way

Rebzyyx

The Cure

Foo Fighters

Green Day

Paramore

AJR

Evanescence

Jon Bellion

Glass Animals

C418

Lemon Demon

Pierce the Veil

Radiohead

Tyler, the Creator (I'm just getting into his music, thank you Tik-Tok)

Fall Out Boy

The Smashing Pumpkins

Weezer (lol look its weezer blue)

Gorillaz

Lovejoy

Mitski

Rage Against the Machine

Taking Back Sunday

Jack Stauber

Billy Cobb

8-Bit Misfits

Måneskin

Mother Mother

TV Girl

The Killers

And many mooorreeee....

✯ WEBCOMICS I LIKE

What Lurks Beneath

The Exiled

Red Stars

✯ EXTERNAL LINKS:

@ACT10N_CAT • Pronouns.page

bye bye lol

[eternal-armin]

arcane characters taking care of you when you're sick.

slight modern au. characters include: jinx, vi, caitlyn, viktor, and sevika. (more will probably be added as time goes on, but i like these guys)

ₓₒ　jinx.　ₓₒ

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ if you get hurt/ill in any way she usually wants to kill whoever did it.

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ but when you're actually sick, like flu sick, she has no reason to hurt anyone. so instead resorts to literally never leaving you alone

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ if you need tylenol, a heating pad, more tissues, more blankets, she still won't leave you. sevika can get it. what would she do about it? protest?

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ literally doesn't give a single damn about her work, getting sick herself, or whatever else silco tries to push. you are her number one priority. number one as in #1-#100 on her priorities list

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ you want for nothing.

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ affection: she'll never let you go, she'll caress your hair and whisper to you (could be sweet things, could be innuendos, could be just like 'idc if you got sick because you forgot to take care of yourself, someone is still gonna die.)

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ she'll also just talk to you about anything and everything. when you speak she is heavily attentive.

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ food: gets you whatever you want. no matter how many coins she has to give up, it's worth it for you. even when you shouldn't eat, jinx has a hard time saying no to you. like

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ "i s'pose one thing won't do ya much harm, toots. waitwaitwait- no! you can't eat! i can't give you anything, alright?"

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ breaks her heart to tell you no so she just doesnt look at you when she says it. anyway

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ time alone: i mean jinx'll go somewhere you can't see her, but no matter what, her eyes are on you. (not that that's any different than normal). she'll be damned if something ever happens to you while she's away for just a few minutes.

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ watches over you while you sleep.

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ once again, some things just never change

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ but you look like an angel when you're asleep, how could she not???

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ you're always just like "jinx, i'm fine, i don't feel sick" but she can tell when something is up. you have no choice but to accept her heavenly hospitality

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ and for like at least three days after your temp comes back normal, she'll let you return to business as normal, but is constantly around you to be sure you don't get worse or get sick again. extra overprotective during those times, in all honestly.

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ if anyone even dares to get near you, they will receive the death glare of their life.

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ god forbid they touch you

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ and you will get the most amount of cuddles feckin' ever

ₓₒ　vi.　ₓₒ

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ scared to do anything at first, in all honesty

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ like, not only because she could get sick and doesn't want to get sick and need help, but it feels like any wrong move would make you get worse

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ usually consults someone before doing absolutely anything.

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ hhahh- i picture her texting/calling cait at 6 in the morning like 'hey uh my s/o is sick what do i do'

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ she just has to be sure!!

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ but once she's confident that whatever she's doing isn't also detrimental to your health, she's such a loving caretaker omg

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ she'll tell you jokes and stories, anything to get that cute smile back

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ speaking of cute, vi will constantly. constantly compliment you

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ whether it's literally directly flirting with you or slipping in a just "you know, cutie, i remember this..."

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ tries to stay awake with you, or read to you to help you sleep. usually ends up falling asleep on the chair beside you. sometimes you'll wake up to her slouched backward, sometimes to her bent over and snoozing on the bed beside you

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ and not wanting her to injure her back, you wake her up

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ (and maybe invite her into the bed so she can sleep properly)

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ once you start joking back with vi again, she knows you're getting better. something about your jokes is just a little different when you're ill, and so once you're back to your normal muses, she just gets so bubbly and happy

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ omg im gonna cry

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ and when you get really bad, like body aches and throwing up bad, your wish is her command. anything under the sun you could possibly want, is yours.

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ probably consulted a doctor the moment you started sneezing, but will do it as often as necessary to be sure her cupcake is okay

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ still endlessly cautious, but also still affectionate and loving

ₓₒ　caitlyn.　ₓₒ

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ encyclopedic knowledge of flus, colds, and other seasonal ills. also encyclopedic knowledge of how to care for someone with said ills

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ very no bullshit. "i'm sorry, darling, but you're sick. you can't. there's no two ways about it."

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ still apologizes with stories and affection, and eventually, food, once you're all better. makes up for what you couldn't eat, definitely

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ hums lullabies to help you fall asleep dont @ me

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ sometimes they're established lullabies, and sometimes she just makes them up as she goes along. you try to hum along and harmonize, but when your voice is hoarse, it's hard

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ she still absolutely treasures it, though

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ and you two share a laugh when you completely misread where the tune is going

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ strokes your hair gently and gives you butterfly kisses

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ tries to include you in the day-to-day even when you aren't doing your best. seeks your advice on things you know better, converses with you about the day's happenings, always tries to include you in things

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ has the most comfortable pajamas for you.

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ on that note, helps you get changed, helps you bathe, makes sure you keep up on your hygeine and will drag you to the bath if you try to resist

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ her touch is so gentle. like damn. like vi is just scared to hurt you more; cait knows she won't, but still handles you like you're made of glass

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ gets a little flustered when you thank her. i mean, she kind of expects it, but seeing you saying it so gratefully and almost sheepishly, she melts

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ sprinkles your face with kisses every hour when you're no longer contagious. not sorry

ₓₒ　viktor.　ₓₒ

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ gets sick pretty often and you're usually the one who takes care of him, so he gladly returns the favor

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ but you're what's known as "i work until i drop", so he has to bribe or drag you away from your desk to get you to sleep.

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ but once you're in that bed, you're not leaving until you're better. it sounds like a prison sentence, but with viktor, it's more like a pleasant hospital stay where the nurse is also your lover

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ sounds like a porno movie. Anyway

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ has the knowledge of when and what you should eat/drink, and like an alarm clock, he always gently knocks on the door and enters with some water or food

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ sits and talks with you a lot. lighthearted jokes, the occasional caress of your cheek and 'i love you's included. also reads to you, or lets you read something on your own

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ a little protective. probably doesn't let anyone see you, so that they won't get sick and so they don't have the chance to mess with your health. and if someone talks about you, saying anything other than 'i hope they're well' or something akin, he may or may not read them to hell.

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ im sorry ive just been incredibly gay recently

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ whenever you say something to insult yourself he immediately comes out with a dissertation on why you're the smartest, most attractive, most incredible person on each. this does not change, except he's a little gentler with it

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ and the way your voice trembles when you thank him, he hugs you and does not let you go.

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ you're usually more emotional when sick, but he is patient and loving all the same. this is not a surprise

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ more petnames than usual. probably because you're always in privacy

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ and once you're better, he surprises you with your favorite food or something small like that. always with the most cheerful grin and a cute "i got you something~"

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ "can i pay you back this time?"

"i'm your boyfriend, love. it's my job. i wouldn't give it up for the world."

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ makes fun of you for getting sick

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ nah but fr, a little bit teasing about it. like "you need some medicine baby?" in a condescending tone. and when you get flustered, she just laughs and ruffles your hair and apologizes

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ if you ever try and do something for yourself when you're super sick, she's just "oh no no no, you lay right back down, sweetheart. now what do you need, i'll get it for you."

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ just lowkey doesn't allow anybody to see you. you're physically weak, you're a little sensitive, she'll be damned if someone messes up your day when you're sick. possessive but she's sevika

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ diverse knowledge of healthy, hearty foods to help you get better faster. viktor has solyanka, sevika has kanji payar.

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ does not leave you alone until you eat and drink all you need. will stand by you, arms crossed, brow raised, when you refuse to eat until you start eating. a little impatient, but her impatience outweighs your stubbornness.

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ definitely softer when you're sick. of course, she's still sevika, but is more affectionate and kind and careful with you. she knows you're tough, but you're not at 100%, and that's okay

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ not the type to read aloud, but i feel like she's the type to be filled with campfire stories of all types. so she tells you tales, sometimes those of historic legends, sometimes spooky stuff (by your request, and she's always just like "babe are you sure"), sometimes heartwarming stuff (once again by your request, to which she responds "i don't even know how we're together")

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ you wake up a lot when you're sick. whether it's because you need the bathroom, water, or you just wake up randomly and get really annoyed, sevika is always close. sleeping in the room, in the room next door, wherever it may be.

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ and she is always happy to help you. may be a little annoyed you woke her up at 2:36 during a cold night, but for you, it's whatever

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ sometimes, when you wake her up, you both just stay awake. you're itching to move around, so you do some laps around the place- slowly and steadily- and neither of you rush to fill the comfortable silence.

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ then she lays you back down to sleep. usually falls asleep in the room.

-ˏˋ♥̩͙ you ask to pay her back and she responds cheekily. i will not write what she says because it is not appropriate for this blog

[orchidrene]

Who's spying on you?

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Pile 1 Pile 2

Pile 3 Pile 4

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Pile 1

They might give good advice or you might've given them advice regarding something (very unlikely though, I feel like you don't talk to each other at all.) I feel like they are a romantic and have started developing a crush on you. I'm getting a very crush like energy. They get butterflies when around you and they feel giddy and happy. They seem to be a pretty soft person. "Who you fall in love with isn't a choice but the way you love them is." They might be the type who doesn't believe in gender norms. They think that you are very elegant, I'm getting black swan energy from you. You might have leo, cancer, pisces or libra placements or atleast you're always really well dressed according to them. They think you're a go getter who also likes to have fun and knows how to enjoy life. They might also be the type to romanticize their own life (they might have pisces, taurus or libra moon or other placements.) They might want to get you flowers (specifically baby's breath or white roses.) They think about going to the aquarium with you, ice skating with you, going on a picnic date, enjoying each other's company until you fall asleep in their arms, stargazing with you (sitting on a hill or rooftop looking at the stars with a blanket), watching the sunrise or sunset, you watching them play with kids and puppies or vice versa, baking together, going to an art gallery or a museum with you, watching a movie on the couch while cuddling, etc. They find you confident, I'm getting them holding their breath when in a close proximity to you. Please listen to the songs I'm going to give below they'll describe a lot about how they feel about you. I'm getting you radiating 'blank space' by Taylor Swift energy. Do you by chance like the colour pink? I feel like they're spying on you more so by listening to other people talking about you. Some people might talk shit about you but they will think of other people's negative assumptions about you to be positive (like supposing someone calls you a player, they just think that you are attractive and know how to weigh your options or someone says that you're calculated and cunning, they just think that you're strategic and know what you want and how to get it.) 'Primadonna girl' is playing right now, they think of you to be an IT girl. I'm getting you to be a very nice and sweet but cold and rude appearing person, you might roast your close friends and might come off distant and full of yourself and have a lot of confidence. "You say that I'm kinda difficult but it's always someone else's fault, got you wrapped around my finger babe, you can count on me to misbehave." You might enjoy living in luxury (everyone does but well-) and have an expensive aura. I'm seriously getting you being a sweet heartbreaker who appears cold at first but is very warm and is very selfless but people put you off for being selfish when you choose yourself for once and don't take their bullshit. People might act like you don't have emotions and when you express them 💀 they attack you for doing so. 'Girls just wanna have fun' started playing now. You might have a similar aura to pile 2's picture.

Pile 2

I feel like you are seen as someone who's gentle and radiate pleasant and loving energy to anyone you come in contact with. You might be deeply sensitive and embrace the ideals of romantic love and have a natural ability to keep romance alive and well in relationships. You might have a more vintage appearance. The person stalking you seems to have a more cold aura. I feel like they're intrigued because you might have said something mean to them, they might have tried to push you around thinking it would be easy but were met with your ruthless and mean side. I'm getting two people spying on you together. I'm getting them being guys for some reason. They might not even be pushing you around, they might just tease you a lot and you were having a bad day so you snapped back. They might be best friends or in the same friend circle. I'm getting frat boy vibes from one of them and cold ice king kind of aura from the other one. I feel like one or both of them were playfully teasing you and you snapped back and since that was pretty out of character for you, they got turned on 💀😭. Also, maybe someone else they talk to revealed to them that they like you, so now they're getting weird romantic feelings for you. I feel like you might be attracted to the frat boy like dude if your sexuality allows it but you don't really care too much about making a move or anything and if not, you would find them attractive if you found out who it was. You might find the ice king person to be too jokey and annoying. They might watch anime and also hentai (adult anime.) They might find you sexually attractive to be honest, only to themselves though, they seem to care a lot about their image to sexualize anyone publicly. They also seem to be very respectful people, they're guys you'd feel safe around. I feel like one of them listens to Shawn Mendes while thinking about you, they have definitely developed a romantic liking for you and the other might listen to Justin Bieber while thinking about you, both of them seem to like you though 💀. The person that you snapped back at romanticizes you arguing with them. The other (frat boy dude in my opinion) might have liked you for quite some time, I feel like they might flirt with you once in a while but you just don't notice or play it off as their personality. Someone might like one direction or listen to them too. Both of them see you as goody two shoes so like they wish to protect you and also spoil you a bit, I'm getting the female lead from 'fifty shades of grey' and Rory Gilmore from the 'gilmore girls' energy from you, they might even call you Mary and make fun of you 💀.

Pile 3

Ex friend or someone from the friend group. Can be a past situationship (friends but more than friends) too. They might have done you really dirty, I'm getting you literally crying your eyes out because of them and then being completely detached because you just felt so hurt. I feel like hangouts just don't feel the same anymore. They might have gotten into a similar situation and now they don't have anyone to lean on or might have been feeling kind of left out from the rest of the friend group. Maybe they know that you have moved on and won't let them back into your life so they are scared to come forward, all they can do is stalk your social media and try to get information about you. You might have 'idgaf' by Dua Lipa kinda attitude towards them. I'm not getting much for this pile, they might be up in their head about you though. I feel like the rest of the group also feels your absence. "If you ever find yourself in the wrong story, leave." I'm hearing that you followed the saying. You might still be very grateful for the memories and lessons even if you don't want reminisce and try not to think about them.

Pile 4

Ex partner, someone who really loves you and a love rival from the past. If you don't have ex's choose a different pile. I feel like they're hurt over whatever happened in the past. Even if this person cheated, you both seem to have done each other dirty. I'm getting an 'us against the world but the world won' trope. You both might have hurt each other a lot. They're really grateful about the memories but they still feel so hurt, they think that you've moved on and they don't want to interfere with your happiness. I'm getting them wanting to jump into a relationship with you but not being able to. It might've been quite a long time since the both of you parted ways, they might know that you do love them or atleast did at some point but they think that it's not even relevant to you anymore. Your ex might think that you're hardworking and maybe you prioritizing your work to the point you neglected them is how they remember you. They might feel like you don't care about them because you didn't love them the way you could if you loved them :(. Maybe you're a very loving person but were emotionally unavailable to them. They might have also been afraid of you leaving them so they left you or might have felt and heard from someone that you had your eyes on someone else. I feel like it's been a long time since this situation took place. They might be in a state where they cannot text you even if they want to, maybe your username is complicated and different from before or you changed your number, if not, it's taking every fibre in their body to stop themselves from texting you. This is so sad, they probably think of you when they're sick and wonder if you're fine or imagine you taking care of them as a form of comfort. They might think of texting you when they hear that you're struggling with something too :'(. An advice for the both of you is to move on. I'm not allowed to say anything beyond this apparently :). Take care of yourselves. If it's a past love rival, they think that you've glown up but feel bad for you regarding something, maybe the person chose them over you, they don't really see you as a rival and I think it's the same way from your side too.

[kxxkiecxre]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ MASTERLIST ˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗

READ ON MY LOVE <3

The house we built of Love ˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗

Summary: basically house of cards

Warnings:18+/ smut/ fragile relationship/ reader cries a lot/ stubborn reader/ clueless Jungkook/ a lot of arguments<3

NEON ˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗

Summary: Jungkook and you find the most pleasurable way to end the evening dinner ;)

Warnings: 18+, absolutely nsfw, kinks, tied up reader, dom!jk, sub!reader, unprotected sex! (Don’t be silly, wrap your Willy).

CIGARETTES AND STRAWBERRIES ˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗

Summary: Jungkook treats you to a nice resort.

Warnings: smut.

DEJA VU ˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗

SUMMARY: your childhood best friend is all grown up.

Warnings: smut.

COMING DOWN ˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗

SUMMARY: you wouldn’t typical ask him for favours… just maybe this one?

WARNING: 18+! smut!.

Trapped hearts

A life that’s so care free

WARNINGS: 18+ SMUT

LIKE A MOTH TO A FLAME ˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗

Summary: Your best friends older brother meant more to you than just a friend, unfortunately it’s a little too late now.

Warnings: smut implied.

Part Two: Language (s)

Part Three: The birds (s)

Part Four: Us, trust, love. (s)

Part Five: Rehab.(s)

Part Six: fwm.(s)

Part Seven: Shoot

Part Eight: Wicked Games.(s)

Part Nine: tbd

Part Ten: tbd

Paper Rings ˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗

SUMMARY: He’s the sunshine of your own little world. Since childhood he’s been your comfort and best friend, the only person you’d ever want. The only person who can cheer you up with just a small smile.

WARNINGS: none! Very much pg rated aside from kissing! Overly fluffy though!

Moral of the Story. ˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗

SUMMARY: 'young people fall in love

With the wrong people sometimes

... Some mistakes get made

That's alright, that's okay

You can think that you're in love

When you're really just in pain

In the end it's better for me

That's the moral of the story'

WARNINGS: pain.. like a lot of pain. Namjoon and reader are very mature with what happened, but it still hurts nonetheless. Kissing.

Highway to heaven ˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗

SUMMARY: request. Established relationship.

WARNINGS: soft sex- baby making intentions. Aside from that it’s tooth rotting fluff.

A B S I D E O N ˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗

SUMMARY: to banish negative thoughts.

WARNINGS: 18+, kissing, cuddling, strong language, mature scenes - smut-, possessive Jimin , jealous reader.

THE ABSENCE OF YOU ˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗

Summery: no strings attached right? It’s just sex. He’s your enemy. You can’t love him, he has a crush on someone else and so do you… right?

WARNINGS: 18+, enemies to lovers, uh sad? Jealousy, arguing, cursing.

Mercy me (s) ˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗

WARNINGS: sex.

Where there is a home ˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗

Summary: Taehyung was a beautiful soul full of life and happiness, giving you every bit of love that you could imagine, but what happens when your career’s cross path after your breakup that happened almost two years ago?

WARNINGS: reader is dramatic asf and never gets over Taehyung. Crying. Lol.

Friend-Zone (s) ˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗

WARNINGS: unprotected sex…

Are you calling me a sinner ˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗

SUMMARY: If anyone could bare the resemblance of the Devil, it’d be Kim Seokjin himself.

WARNINGS: angst, mutual pining(ig??), violence, smut. Black Swan Jin (yes that requires a warning in itself), language (obvi).

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