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itoshiexx · 8 months ago

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when you call them "husband" - part 2

how the blue lock boyfriends react when you call them "husband" - part 2

pairings: itoshi rin, michael kaiser, mikage reo x fem!reader (no descriptions tho, just the words "wife" on rin's part) (separate) | warnings: established relationship, fluff, lovesick boys

notes: I'M ALIVE! i cant believe how long it's been since i had time/energy/creativity to write something, ohmy goddddddd. i'm so sorry for all the time it took to post this, but i wanna ty all so much for all the love on part 1 and all the requests for part 2! hopefully this will meet your expectations ♥ as always, i went a lil' overboard with rin's part. enjoy!

part 1 / masterlist

ITOSHI RIN

rin was not a fan of social media. it was clear with the way his instagram only had 8 pictures despite being years since his career started, and even more so by the fact he had no other social media besides that. if he wasn’t so famous, people would say itoshi rin was a ghost or some artificial intelligence invention.

it was one of the reasons people were very shocked when he started dating you, an influencer with millions of followers on every platform. rin was a private person, and you… well, you shared your life on the internet for everyone to see. to say you were polar opposites was an understatement.

however, you never forced your boyfriend to appear in any of your socials, only recording things for your own fun and memories and posting only what he allowed. rin was glad for that. he didn’t mind doing dumb things with you to see you smile, as long as the rest of the world couldn’t see how whipped he was for you.

also, you were kind of glad the professional athlete was so unaware of social media, because it meant you could do a lot of tiktok trends without the risk of him already knowing what was coming — which made everything more satisfying.

and the trend you chose that day was especially good.

“hey everyone, it’s y/n here!” you chirped, waving your hands in front of your phone. however, you were actually recording rin, who was at the other side waiting for your sign to appear on the screen.

you continued speaking. “today i have a very special guest, who i’m sure you’re all very familiar with.” you gave the camera a little cheeky wink, and your boyfriend rolled his eyes with all your theatrics. “please welcome itoshi rin, my handsome husband!”

rin gave a step forward to start his way to you, but suddenly, his whole body froze, brows furrowing in what you could only call utmost confusion. silence took over the room for what felt like an eternity, and you had to suppress your laugh seeing the imaginary ‘loading’ wheel on his head.

rin.exe stopped working.

“baby?” you decided to intervene, honestly a little scared of how immobile rin was.

“you— i’m— did you just— did we—”

you could no longer hold your laughter, and rin’s favorite melody echoing through the walls of your shared apartment was probably what snapped him out of his trance. he immediately scowled and crossed his arms, cheeks burning red from his pathetic stutter.

“i am never doing these dumb videos with you again.”

“no, no, i’m sorry!” your giggles kept going, and you approached your pouty boyfriend, squishing his cheeks between your hands. the smooch you gave him was almost enough to make him melt. almost. rin still had some self respect.

he also didn’t want to admit how abnormally fast his stone heart was beating with the mere thought of being referred to as your husband — and, even better, referring to you as his wife.

fuck. that certainly did make him feel lots of things. those stupid butterflies that were born the minute you met were roaming freely in his stomach, soaring with all the love he had harbored just for you.

“i’m sorry, baby,” you said again, smiling like you swallowed the sun and all things good in this world. you might as well have. how else could rin explain the way you were his everything? “it was a prank i saw on tiktok.”

he arched his eyebrow, arms uncrossing to put his hands on your waist. “oh? so you don’t want me to be your husband?”

the itoshi was satisfied to see you flushing this time. “i— w-well, you see…”

and then you started rambling, just like you did every time something made you nervous. and rin could only look at you as if nothing else was worth looking at, because really, to him, it wasn’t.

…well, maybe the sight of you walking down the aisle would get the cake. he might have to find out soon.

MICHAEL KAISER

once you started dating bastard munchen’s star, michael kaiser, it was natural to have his world collide with yours. everything from football to blue hair dye to weird sleeping habits became a part of you as well, and you nourished every expanse of your world his presence alone was able to give.

your favorite part, besides learning all of him — his little habits, quirks and love languages that seemed to be crafted solely for you — was definitely immersing yourself in his culture. germany always seemed distant and quite detached from your life, and you loved to learn new things from different perspectives.

food, traditions, language… michael loved teaching you things, giddy and secretly grateful for your excitement. it was his sparkly eyes that prompted you to learn a few things by yourself to surprise him and make him happy.

the tiktok trend was just a nice coincidence.

you phone was hidden on the kitchen balcony, camera recording and waiting for the moment your boyfriend would arrive in your shared apartment. luckily, kaiser was very punctual, and you didn’t have to wait much longer.

“liebling, i’m home!” you heard him scream from the front door, and you giggled to yourself, pretending to be busy chopping vegetables for dinner.

you waited for his footsteps to near where you were, and, as soon as you felt he entered the camera frame, you answered:

“welcome home, ehemann!”

you didn’t have to turn around to see the way kaiser completely froze; arms stopping just before reaching your waist as if your figure was an illusion created by his tired mind. you fought hard to suppress your grin.

“what… did you say…?” his voice was low and uncertain, but there was no annoyance in it; just pure confusion.

turning your head around to finally look at him, you were pleased to find your mikka with rosy cheeks and a bashful expression, so extremely unusual for a guy like him you couldn’t help but feel your heart flutter on your chest.

you gave him your best innocent look. “huh? isn’t that how you say boyfriend?”

“i-it’s husband, liebe. you called me husband,” his tone was still incredulous, and this time, you couldn’t keep your smile off your face.

“oh, did i?”

your countenance seemed to finally snap him out of his trance, and michael’s eyebrows shot up, scoffing slightly — albeit still endearingly. his arms circled your waist and he pressed a kiss on the side of your neck.

“how mean of you, baby. playing with my heart like that.” he trailed more kisses on your neck and jaw, making you squirm. “you tryin’ to kill me or something?”

you giggled again, both from the ticklish kisses he was giving you and the huge amount of love you had harbored just for him. “of course not, baby. i need you alive to make you my husband,” you jested.

“oh, yeah? you wanna make me your husband?”

“yes.” you shifted, giving him a sweet kiss on the cheek. kaiser hugged you a little tighter, feeling something fuzzy inside his chest. “is that a problem?”

“never,” he answered immediately. because it was true.

boyfriend, fiancé, partner, husband… michael didn’t mind what title would be bestowed to him — as long as he could keep being yours.

MIKAGE REO

being the heir of one of the biggest corporations of the country and a professional football player made your boyfriend’s schedule pretty busy. therefore, thursdays like these, where you and him could have a nice walk around the park under the warm sunlight, hand in hand, were extremely rare — hence why they were so appreciated.

reo knew how much his frenetic agenda was a hard toll on your relationship, affecting both of you with distance, longing and short periods of time together. and, well, everyone knew how much of a goner he was for you, so it wasn’t surprising to see him give in whatever spare time he had in his hands — even going as far as making such time exist if there wasn’t any — to be with you for as long as he possibly could.

how could he deny your pretty little eyes pleading to have a stroll in the park with him ‘just for a few minutes?’

god, you were so selfless. he wanted to give you all of his minutes, hours, days, weeks, months and years. and for all that’s worth, reo would never deny you of such a thing — he’d rather shoot himself than make you think you weren’t loved with every fiber of his being.

the weather was nice; a gentle breeze kissing both of your faces and making everything more pleasant. you were both chatting and appreciating the calm environment when you spotted an old lady a few feet ahead, selling different colored roses for the passersby. a smile was etched onto your lips, and you impulsively let go of reo’s hand to run towards her.

“why hello, dear. would you like to buy a rose?”

your boyfriend watched you beam to the lady and slowly approached you, though still keeping his distance and trying hard not to intervene and buy all the roses for you.

“yes, please! a red one would be perfect.”

“oh, who will you give it to?” asked the woman, already taking one flower from the bunch to hand it to you.

your smile became slightly more bashful, “it’s for my husband!”

and fuck, if reo wasn’t already completely in love with you and thoroughly believed you were his soulmate until then, he certainly would after that very moment. he could feel his cheeks burning and his tongue rolling inside his mouth with how speechless he became. his heart soared with your words, excitement coursing through his veins with a love so overwhelming he nearly fell on his knees right there.

heavens, he loved you so fucking much. and you made him realize it was about time he proved it to you (once again).

his hands easily found his phone in his pocket, and a quick call to the jewelry store was made while you busied yourself with paying for the flower. reo couldn’t stop smiling like a lovesick fool, but he didn’t mind.

“hey, mr. fuji, it’s mikage! you know, i think it’s time for that visit i mentioned a while ago…”

he might not fall to his knees right there, but he would drop at one knee very soon.

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divinesolas · 7 months ago

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If the requests are still open can i request cregan with targ reader and meeting her dragon for the first time? maybe it’s cannibal or another badass dragon , thanks 🤲🏼

a.n: i loved this request and i love cannibal so i hope you enjoy !! ( ˘ ³˘)♥

when cregan stark wakes up without you by his side he finds it strange. he is usually up much earlier than you and a small frown befalls his face when he feels your side is cold.

He is more surprised when he finds you up and ready lacing up your boots in the main hall after he gets dressed. “good morning.”

“what are you doing?”

you shrug. “the maesters told me cannibal was feeling fussy before i slept last night and i thought i would wake up early this morning to go greet him.”

you walk over and place a kiss on his grumpy face, “whats wrong?” “you were not there when i woke up.” you stiff a laugh as you wrap your hands around his neck and smile, “im so sorry my lord husband.” he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into him and you squeal. “when will you be back?” “i dont know he gets grumpy, an hour or two.” that was far to long for his liking and you can hear him grumbling at your answer. “unless you would like to come with me.”

he pulls back and grabs your face but you merely grin at him, “unless the big bad wolf of the north is scared.” “his name is cannibal.” “because he eats dragons not humans.” “as if that is any better.”

you playfully huff and separate yourself from him much to his annoyance and look at him from over your shoulder. “if you dont want to come ill see you later.”

when you walk away without looking back you dont think anything of it assuming he just stayed behind until you greet one of the dragon maesters, “my lady, my lord.” you turn to see cregan a couple paces behind you and you grin as you walk over to him and grab his hand pulling you along with him, “i knew you would cave, you big baby.” he grumbles to himself as you turn back to the maester who walks you to cannibal.

cregans grip on your hand tightens as the ground rumbles with cannibals arrival as he slowly inches towards you. his head dips down to look at cregan and he snarls. “Gīda cannibal” (calm) your dragon settles slightly but continues to glare at the man behind you.

you take a couple more steps towards him much to cregans dismay and press your hand against his snot and he breaths a puff of air at you as you laugh. “issa ñuha valzȳrys, sagon gīda, rȳbagon.” (he is my husband, be calm, listen) you gesture to cregan to take a couple steps closer and he warily makes his way to stand next to you. cannibal keeps his eyes on cregan as he settled to lay on the floor.

“touch him.” cregan looks at you as if you were mad, “he will bite off my hand.” you chuckle as you grab his hand and slowly guide it to cannibals jaw. “he would if i told him to, but he is a good listener, paktot?” (right?) cannibal hums as his eye closes as cregan strokes at his jaw.

You watch a small smile grow on cregans face as cannibal happily lets him scratch him. You cant help but grin at seeing the two of the most important men in your life getting along. cregan turns to you and narrows his eyes, “what?” you shrug and place a kiss on his cheek, “and to think the big bad cregan stark was oh so scared earlier of cannibal.” “i was not.” “was to.” “oh shut up.”

the two of you stay there much longer than intended simply chatting and letting cannibal get to know cregan and his scent. cregan heavily refuses to ride him with you and watches as you fly off before walking himself back to the main hall. you dont get discouraged by cregans adamant refuse to ride cannibal knowing he’ll one day cave like he always does.

#cregan stark x you #hotd cregan stark #cregan stark x reader #hotd cregan #cregan fanfiction #cregan x you #cregan x y/n #cregan x reader #cregan stark #cregan #house of the dragon #hotd #hotd imagine #hotd x reader #house of the dragon x reader

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homestylehughes · 7 months ago

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But Daddy I Love Him

instagram au.

♥︎ luke hughes x zegras! sister

♥︎ face claim: marsai martin

"I know he's crazy but he's the one I want"

yn.zegras

liked by lhughes_06, your.bsf and 134,789 others

yn.zegras I know he's crazy but he's the one that i want.

oh gosh where do i begin..happy 1 year to my best friend, partner in crime, my lover, my baby all wrapped in one. i couldn't imagine my life with you, thank you for always making me laugh, always holding me when i cry. i love you, i love you, i love you. 1 year down, and many many many more to go.

tagged lhughes_06

trevorzegras A WHOLE YEAR???? how long did you guys keep this hidden from everyone???

↳ yn.zegras a whole year...we hid it for about....6 months...

lhughes_06 I love you so much.

↳ yn.zegras i love you more.

lhughes_06 why did you include the pouting picture..

↳ yn.zegras I LOVE THAT PHOTO SHUT UP

lhughes_06 I'm so grateful for you, thank you for putting up with me for a year straight, I couldn't imagine my life without you.

↳ yn.zegras luke this made me cry awwwww

jackhughes ONE YEARRRRRRRR WHAT.

↳ yn.zegras ONE YEAR!

jackhughes I'm sick over the fact that you hid this from everyone for MONTHS but I'm happy that you guys are happy. much love.

↳ yn.zegras we love you jack.

_quinnhughes CUTEST COUPLE!!!

liked by yn.zegras and lhughes_06

_quinnhughes happy anni guys, turn up!!! but not too much turning up, I don't want to be an uncle yet!

↳ yn.zegras WOAHHHH NOT YET.

seamsuscasey26 my parents for real

↳ yn.zegras our son :)

your.bsf ugh you guys are so cute. so happy you're happy babes

↳ yn.zegras i love you.

nick_moldenhauer lukey and his pookie!!

↳ yn.zegras nick this was so good actually, i love.

devilforhughes OMG they're so cute. happy one year guys!!!

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lhughes_06

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lhughes_06 happy one year to the girl makes me the happiest. thank you for all of your endless support and love. I couldn't imagine my life with out you, one down and a lifetime more to go, I love you.

tagged yn.zegras

yn.zegras awwww baby this is sooo cute

↳ lhughes_06 only for you.

yn.zegras i love you so much my pretty boy

↳ lhughes_06 I love you pretty girl

yn.zegras thank you for loving me through everything, my rock <3

↳ lhughes_06 always and forvever

seamsuscasey26 chewed.

↳ lhughes_06 ate.

↳ yn.zegras swallowed.

nick_moldenhauer king and queen fr

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_quinnhughes Luke I think you really out did yourself with this post!

trevorzegras rusty. this is good. thank you making my sister happy, if you fuck up I'll come for your neck.

↳ lhughes_06 sir yes sir (I would never.)

rutgermcgroarty awwww parents are so cute. happy one year guys!

↳ lhughes_06 thank you son!

elblue_06 my two little cuties, happy one year!!

↳ lhughes_06 thank you mom, we love you!!

jackhughes okay lukey pookie. I see you.

jackhughes mad that you hid it from us for 6 months but I'm glad you're happy little bro.

↳ lhughes_06 Love you

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an: hi loves!!! new chapter!! this might have been my favorite chapter that I've worked on with Luke and yn. I hope you guys enjoy it as well, like and reblog if you do! much more coming very soon, i cant wait for you to read. I hope you are healthy and well. much love as always <3

tags🎀: @lukey-pookie-hughes43 @bruinsfan234 @bunbunbl0gs

#nhl fanfiction #nhl hockey #nhl imagine #nhl fic #nhl x reader #makayla talks #new jersey devils #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes x sister!reader #luke hughes x y/n #lh43

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pixaho · 1 year ago

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Oya High With Girlfriends PT 2

♥ Pairing | Oya High x Girlfriend ♥ AU? No |

♥ Warnings | :)

M.LIST H&L LIST PT 1

TSUJI

♦ FIRST MEET

Tsuji and you met through a shared love in festivals. You guys had been celebrating Year of the Dragon and bumped into each other. Although he was rude at first, he actually seemed to calm down and got into talking with you. (Tsuji love for some of my Tsujihoes)

BONUS: He SO asks you to help him dye his hair because he can't do the back of his head and he doesn't want to ask a professional to do it.

♦ DATES

Usually when festivals happen or when a new book drops at a bookstore / a new game drops. Tsuji loves gaming when you are around and personally loves to read books as long as you are there. (I headcannon this man as a nerd and I will go to my GRAVE with that headcannon!) For festivals, he treats you to all the fun things and will even let you treat him.

♦ FIRST TIME

Surprisingly no mistakes, although because he lives in an apartment complex where the people next door are older, he put a few pillows behind the headboard so you could have peace that whole night. No he didn't forget protection (be safe out there) but he did leave you in hickeys.

♦ ARGUING

You guys argue over games, books, food, and hair. If he doesn't beat you in a video game, he tends to be petty and tries to screw you up. He's a cutie patootie <3

♦ JEALOUS

Literally got jealous of you and Shibaman within seconds of introducing you. For some reason he didn't like how Shibaman was staring at you even though he wasn't doing it weirdly. He was simply looking at you. But he does get jealous. Usually it's a showing off jealous type where he announces to everyone that you are his and nobody elses.

♦ HOW YOU SLEEP TOGETHER

♦ HOW YOU KISS

YASUSHI

♦ FIRST MEET

"Younger" sister of Kiyoshi. Yasushi and you had gotten along when Kiyoshi forgot to tell you that he had a friend over. Despite Yasushi's childishness, you found him funny. Thus began your funny little relationship.

♦ DATES

Cuddle dates. He refuses to take you to restaurants and cafes, and instead chooses at home dates aka cuddle and movie time. He buys the snacks of course. He's definitely a bottom because that boy loves sleeping on top of you or being the little spoon.

♦ FIRST TIME

Your first time with Yasushi lead to accidentally forgetting when Kiyoshi gets home and him walking in on you two. He didn't know at that time that it was Yasushi in your bed and not some random guy and was ready to beat the shit out of him. He still did just not as bad as he would have if it was a Suzuran or Housen person.

♦ ARGUING

Sometimes Yasushi's psychopathic tendencies tends to get in the way so he does things without realizing. Which is also why arguments are common. Kiyoshi is your middleman so usually he resolves things between you two. He doesn't mind, he just likes when you guys argue.

♦ JEALOUS

Woooo, jealous little baby! He doesn't like how close the other guys get to you and he will require the help of your older brother to teach a lesson to the guy or guys who were hitting on you. Especially if you said stop or you didn't like it beforehand.

♦ HOW YOU SLEEP TOGETHER

(The girl is Yasushi and the guy is you. I cant find better gifs ngl)

♦ HOW YOU KISS

NAKAG☺SHI

♦ FIRST MEET

He was clashing with Kiyoshi and Yasushi when you walked by, he had almost tripped you by sending one of them flying through the window of the school. You were on your way to see Nakaoka as he still needed to sign a paper. He didn't apologize until his brother smacked him upside the head. He had no choice but to apologize profusely.

♦ DATES

Yeaaaah, you don't really have dates. He just takes you with his clan to a hot spot where you and him sit closer and farther away from the others. He usually spends that time, giving other dirty looks but holding your hand.

♦ FIRST TIME

He made SURE that his brother would be out of the house when he invited you over, he just didn't think it would be your first time as a couple. Well you guys had a bit of Sake while hanging out and drunkenly fucked. When you woke up in his arms, your top and bra missing, you were so confused.

♦ ARGUING

Arguments aren't rare but you both hate doing that. He prefers to fight at school and not in his relationship with you. But he ends up ranting to Nakaoka when he doesn't know what to do to make something up to you such as accidentally ghosting you on your date.

♦ JEALOUS

He doesn't get jealous much rather girls are swooning over him weirdly. He stays faithful though and shoos them away, even if its mean shooing. He loves you.

♦ HOW YOU SLEEP TOGETHER

♦ HOW YOU KISS

♥ Mutuals | @talusional @dillpick

#elixirol0gy #high and low fanfic #high and low #highandlowfanfic #frothing at the mouth #highandlowsmut #fluff #highandlowoyakou #highandlowTsuji #highandlowyasushi #highandlownakagoshi #Tsuji x reader #Yasushi x reader #Nakagoshi x reader

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callmerhynner · 1 year ago

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A hopeless romance,

(I just kinda wish you were gay, by: Billie Eilish)

synopsis: A story of a getaway driver falling head over heels for the aromantic arsonist. Unrequited and bitter.

tags: song oneshot, angst, poorly written, confession fail, unrequited love, runaway criminals, oc x oc, delusional love, reality slap, best friends to enemies, mentions of smoking, disney-esque realization, delulu, angst x2

author’s note: might make a part 2 idk. my pen tip broke and i cant draw on my tab😭😭

⇱♥︎⇲

🎶 “Baby, I don’t feels so good” six words you never understood 🎶

“Spark, i don’t feel so good…” Swift confesses, the two were laying on the car’s hood and resting their eyes under the stars. Spark, his best friend and unrequited lover, gives him a glance before going back to resting them.

“We have a job in 10 hours, don’t get sick.” The ravenette bluntly puts. Swift sighs and nods along, this has been how he’s treated him their entire friendship but it’s been hurting him so much these past few years. It’s been bothering him more and more each day.

Memories flood his heterochromic eyes, remembering all the many times the stoic arsonist has left him to deal with all those hurtful experiences all on his own.

🎶 "I'll never let you go", five words you'll never say (aww) 🎶

The man dawning a low ponytail has never showed appreciation for the driver, who would openly take a bullet if it meant to protect him. He showed no interest, and no desire to try and connect each other like they did during their childhood years. There was one thing he would do to satiate each others ‘connection’.

Sex, no strings attached, they would roam each others bodies. Maybe it was to empty out their pent up aggression, their fields don’t show much time or value in meeting other people they could have a sexual relationship with, after all. But, Swift being the hopeless romantic that he was, daydreamed about the alternate universe of them having such a bond to reciprocate his upheld feelings.

🎶 I laugh along like nothing's wrong, four days has never felt so long 🎶

He knew it wasn’t true, it was never going to happen. Spark has never shown interest in romantic connections or relationships, in general. All he could do was respect it, not wanting to invalidate his own feelings, and laugh along to each and every thing he’d been through.

Swift beat himself up over his stupid hearty emotions. He knew that Spark was never going to reciprocate anything, but he still had the ability to continuously fall deeper and deeper inlove with him. Stupidity, at its finest.

He’s been with him so much that every thing he does has become almost routine. It’s been quiet a thrilling ride because of their dangerous occupation but soon, when the open hours close, it’s nothing but comfortable silence. Nothing new and nothing strange..

🎶 If three's a crowd and two was us, one slipped away (hahahahaha)🎶

Spark only had one ambition, to rebuild an agenda of a system he wants to uphold. He’ll burn down continents to have himself be a ghosting haunt for people of power. To be able to control someone powerful’s actions and life, he wants that.

Swift was never part of that ambition. He was his only considered friend, but that’s only because he was the only one willing enough, stupid enough, and impulsive enough, to run away with him. To be his partner in crime.

To be a victim of his crimes. Even from childhood.

🎶 I just wanna make you feel okay🎶

Swift looked up, eyes distant and staring at the shiny stars you could only see in an urban landscape, he reminisces of something. A promise that Swift can’t help but be loyal to.

If they were to be caught, Swift, the victim and the getaway driver, he will take all the blame. Spark will run a free man, without consequence. He will do anything for that man he calls his best friend, anything.

A terrible decision that he can’t remember making. But chooses to follow. Chooses to be a punching bag for his so-called love.

He was a pawn to him, and he allowed it.

A stupid decision, but one he doesn’t regret.

🎶 But all you do is look the other way🎶

Anything he’d do to gain his interest would fail or end in pointless shambles. He was basically a pet to the arsonist. He’d be either treated or punished if he was to do something that caught his attention.

He’d either be given a sexual favor or some sort affectionate gesture, or manipulated to become his puppet until he says he’s learned his lesson. Those punishments..it would never be pretty. Never was it brought up, the most fucked up things he could get to get away with, he’s made the driver do it to try and get his approval.

It never mattered to Spark what he gave Swift as a reward nor punishment. All he was wanted was a comrade to leverage him to his goal and if a fuck-buddy was what Spark thought was what the driver wanted, he was willing. It wasn’t like it was important or anything.

🎶 I can't tell you how much I wish I didn't wanna stay🎶

Swift can’t keep up. It was thrilling, trying to chase after him, until he realized that he was chasing nothing. It wasn’t a matter of time or effort, Spark was a brick wall.

All he’d do is kill himself if he tries chasing after him. All those heartbreaks, those broken promises, and all those cracked memories. It was impossible, but he chose to try and reach him from the top. To try and climb up to him, not realizing he was inside the wall, barricaded.

Foolish, utterly stupid.

🎶 I just kinda wish you were gay🎶

Swift feels the car hood bump down and back up, Spark had walked off to god knows where. The hopeless pawn forced himself to try and not stare over at him waking off into the deeper parts of the forest, probably to go grab a fruit to bite on.

“I really need to quit…” he sits up, biting a cigarette and lighting it. If it wasn’t the romantic torment killing him, it was his lungs absolutely turning black from his smoking habits. “Fuck. That.” He replies to himself, huffing out smoke, eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed.

🎶 Is there a reason we're not through?🎶

The nicotine must be slowly drudging him because tunnel visions started and Swift was starting to see things in the smoke like a Disney Movie prediction. He saw two things, from the right was two children with similar builds from the two men’s kid bodies. They were running around, being playful and being boys.

The children were roughhousing, wrestling inside what looked like a living room, until the child that resembled Swift pushed Spark’s child body into the floor, hard. Spark was whimpering with his body shaking, he was in pain; and not even a second after, Swift ran up to carry him out of the living room, worried and running for his life outside of the smoke’s clouds.

And then there’s the left, another smoke cloud resembling Swift, this time in his young-teenager body. The teen was in a loud party, whilst just leaning himself on a wall with a cigarette next to an open window. The cloud-Swift was bored until Spark’s cloud popped out of the window to lure him out. Swift followed, body language looking more excited.

He hopped off the car and his eyes widen and take the cigarette out of his mouth and fan out the cloud images. “STOP IT!” He yelled, irritated at the emotional torture he’s stuck having to handle. “I can’t.” He huffs, sitting on the lightly wet grass, defeated. “Not this. Not now. Not again.”

🎶Is there a 12-step just for you?🎶

“That man is shit. And you know it.” He huffs. “Get him out, he’ll just…” he slams the back of his head on the nearest part of the car he could reach, “he’ll use you, Swift. You know that.”

“But what if he can change?” Here comes the internal battle.

“He won’t. He never has, and seems like he never will.”

“What if I just do what he wants. He’s always liked that.”

“Each and every time, you do that. Even that isn’t enough to please the fucker.”

“Time can change a man. That’s inevitable.”

“I never even got a thank you after throwing my life away to be his damn getaway driver.”

“HES THANKED ME ENOUGH! He’s..cared, he’s given me rewards”

“And punishments?! HES TREATING ME LIKE A PET!”

“He only gave us what I asked for! I wanted thrill, and a life of action, he gave that to me!”

“And uses me for everything?! Is he a princess??”

“He has priorities!”

“IM NOT ANY OF HIS!” Swift punches a dent into his car’s front as he huffed and panted after yelling his closing statement. He was so deep into his argument that he didn’t even notice that he was pulling on his hair, so much so that he had some of his grey locks in his hands already.

🎶Our conversation's all in blue

11 "heys" (Hey, hey, hey, hey)🎶

“Hey, crazy. Don’t wreck the car. Dipshit.” Swift looked up at the voice, it was his crush walking up to him with a glare to kill a man. He walked up to his form, eying him up and down before grabbing the drivers wrist and pushing it off the car.

“Hey…Spark.” The driver rubbed his hand and wrist, the punch and the arsonist’s rough push sure made the pain start to feel. “How much of that did you..umm..hear.?” Embarrassment rushing in, watching Spark’s cold eyes check on the car’s conditions.

“Shut it.” Be replied back, with his usual blunt and sharp voice. “I have good ears, Swift. If you have something to finally confess, say it now or I’ll kill you before you can.”

Swift cleared his throat before standing up, his hands fiddling inside this hoodie pockets. He looked back down, minds starting to fight again. The need to finally say his heart out to him and the want to keep it all

down, the fear of ruining what they have eating him up inside.

“I’m waiting.” Spark says, sitting on the car hood, giving him his undivided attention. The blushing man scratched his neck in thought, looking down and praying for some sort of sign to confess the obvious or act dumb and suck it all up. “Swift.”

🎶Ten fingers tearin' out my hair🎶

His left hand, subconsciously, went up to start grabbing at his hair. His right went off to follow, the voice or reason and the words of his heart were fighting for their life by this point. Spark watched all of this with his usual resting bitch face, waiting patiently for the man to get his mind in order.

“Swift.” He tried to get attention, but the man continued pulling on his hair. His gray hair starting to get pulled and that’s when the arsonist slapped the man in the face, as softly as he could without injuring him. “Stop.”

🎶Nine times, you never made it there🎶

“Just spit it out, or I’m leaving.” Now he was handed an ultimatum. “10 seconds. Make up your mind because I’m not acknowledging this ever again.”

“That’s not fair!” Swift tried to argue, looking at the calm man with wide eyes. “Atleast give me a day!” He just sat there with his eyes glaring in response.

“9 seconds.” The years of practicing to confess had now suddenly become deceased. He couldn’t even remember his name, it was so nerve wracking.

“8 seconds.” Swift just stood there, defeated. His mind was racing, trying to find some sort of way to finally decide. This stress was making him get a headache, by this point it was basically impossible to think things through without going rampant.

🎶I ate alone at seven, you were six minutes away🎶

“I..can’t.” Swift muttered, looking down in shadowing defeat, one could argue it was only a display to try and gain some sympathy. Too bad Spark is a sociopathic mastermind. As a man whose known him all his life, this was a common fact; he wasn’t trying to gain sympathy, he is now an emotional mess beyond the brink of help.

“7 seconds.” No mercy.

“You know that..” the driver continues to look down, wanting to cry but body so tortured it was almost impossible. Under the circumstance, he was as close to ‘loyal until death’ as he could get.

“6 seconds.”

🎶How am I supposed to make you feel okay🎶

Tears threaten to break through the driver’s heterochromic eyes, he was never good with pressure. He was the one who knew what to do with a plan, the strategist to his crush’s suicide missions. Wanting to just fade away, Swift takes a step back to breathe as much as he could as the pressure was choking him dead.

The eyes of this man was swirling in terror.

He had tried to accept that he was never gonna be given a chance with the man he finds so hard to let go of, all to go in vain. Love was a topic he hated to mention; it was never a problem he wanted. Unfortunately, there wasn’t a way out that could save his sick mind to swim away from his unrequited desire.

“5 seconds.” the man in the turtleneck states, glaring dagger into his skull.

🎶When all you do is walk the other way?🎶

“I LOVE YOU, OKAY?!” he finally yells out, the pressure on his throat now being shoved down his throat like a pack of razors. This hurt him a lot more that it’s should’ve, more than it normally should. More than the two could possibly wonder.

The two remained quiet, the pain spreading around the driver’s chest at the final display of loyalty. Meanwhile, the other was having a hard time trying to figure out how this could give him the upper hand in his twisted mind. Their dynamic was something reminiscent to one of a predator and its prey, one was vulnerable and the other was hungry for it.

And so, with that, the predator feigned surprise and soon forced out a hearty laugh. Feeling humiliated, the driver fists up their hands until his small nails could make rivers of red drip down his palm. He could remember his laugh as it just reminded him of what a devil incarnate his heart just had to belong to. Exactly three seconds of laughing, the arsonist-for-hire finally ceases, laughter dying out for him to finally reply to his forced confession.

“I don’t need that.”

🎶I can't tell you how much I wish I didn't wanna stay🎶

The world around him just shattered, he knew it was coming but that small spirited heart of his was still hoping for an unanswered miracle. There was small flick of light in his head, trying to delude him into thinking that what they’d been doing for all these years—running away together, trusting only each-other—was more than being wanted criminals. He wished to ever god and deity that he didn’t agree to an unchangeable life of crime for nothing, that, at the least, the moments of life or death he’s shared with wasn’t with a stranger. That his childhood friend was still there.

But no, the man in front of him wasn’t his childhood friend. The man facing him was a stranger, he knew nothing about this man. He looked like his dearest best friend, but he wasn’t. He was his shell.

He’s been seeing everything through to gain that friend’s love back, for all these years of running away from cops and bounty hunters. But he can’t.

🎶I just kinda wish you were gay🎶

He can’t gain the love of his best friend, he wasn’t there.

“Oh…” he says, eyes darkening and face showing a neutral expression. A still sound of crickets chirping surrounded them, one eyeing the other down with mused judgement; the other, hearing his crush heart wilt away.

“What? Did you expect me to swoon over you?” the man responsible for breaking the other’s heart says, tilting his head with crossed arms. “You’ve done nothing but burden me.”

“That’s not true.” the man clenched his hand into a fist, breathing out through his nose.

“You talk all that after you punched a dent into your own car. Those big emotions always get the better of everything.” As Swift looked at the car, eyes straining slightly at how strong he was gritting his teeth. Unbeknownst to him, a sadistic glint sparked in the others eyes as he watch his anger rise through.

“That’s isn’t true.” another gruff mutter.

“I can’t name one time you’ve done something that’s ever helped me. You can’t prove it, you dont even show it—“ Swift could hear the evil smile on his voice. That was it—all these feeling were pouring hard, feeling his chest squeeze and making him swallow every shard of his broken heart until his throat was cut open. It was too much.

“Are yoU THAT STUPID?! My parents are getting mixed into your horseshit because of you dragging me into this.!” he finally manages to yell out his feelings, gritting his teeth and clenching his fist until his knuckles turned white. The other was stunned, this was the very first time he’s ever had the guts to yell at him. He’s put him in various torturous situations and Swift has held in every scream he tried to squeeze out of him, to be honest, it drove the sadomasochist up the wall of how much he could take without screaming or crying.

“You agreed to this, i didn’t drag you in. Don’t blame it on me because i don’t want to hold your hand like toddler.” The stunned man finally unfroze, glaring holes into the driver’s eyes with his resting bitch face.

“Are you serious?! You told me you got caught doing some stupid shit and needed to run—running away without knowing anything fucking else! You expected me to let you go alone?!” He replied with a tone of which was telling of how obvious the reason was. Over the bridges of dead bodies and burnt buildings of their crimes, this reason was always what stuck to him all throughout. Him not knowing this simple answer angered Swift even more, more than he expected.

“Maybe I did! Who gives a fuck?!” was all the other could give, looking away—trying to hide how threatened he was starting to feel—those blue and green eyes staring inti his soul.

“I give a fuck! I gave a fuck all these fucking goddamn years, but you?! You’re doing those because you’re a goddamn masochist!” The man slammed a hand onto his own chest, before pointing, accusatorially, at the arsonist. “And when things go south, you come crawling back for me to pick all of your goddamn shit up!”

🎶To spare my pride🎶

Denying everything felt right, seeing the stranger’s face contort and frown at his words were like food medals awarding him for all the shit he’s had to go through because of his masochistic suicide missions.

“Why?! Are you that FUCKING desperate?!!” Feeling a small desperation to be right, the man yells out and slaps the pointing finger.

“IT WAS BECAUSE YOU WERE MY FRIEND! THATS WHAT FRIENDS FUCKING DO!!” was the response he got, a small silence bit at each other’s backs, The driver was breathing do heavily that his shoulder were going up and down rapidly. He’s held that in the moment he took a step out of that window, the first time he helped him run away from the people hunting him-both of them, down. The air was still, the tension was high and the ship their friendship resided on had long since drowned in the sea of life.

They were never friends, the realization hit the man with heterochromic eyes, the light in them fading at the sight of the pathetic husk of a man facing him.

“Everything…” a whisper escapes his lips, heart pacing and chest heaving. Had he been this delusional this entire time?

How could he let it get this bad?

🎶To give your lack of interest, an explanation🎶

“Everything I’ve done, all of it…it was for nothing.” Swift says with the look of enfacement decorating his features. Those bright eyes that lit up when he was praised by the man, that bright contagious smile he wore all the time to show his friendly nature, all gone. Down the drain as fast as they were always put on.

“Swift…look-“ The stranger tries to rebut, no. That thing didn’t deserve to speak any more than he already has.

“Hans Quinton Maeri, or whatever you call yourself, i quit.” He pushes him away, taking steps back, fists clenches as his jaw was pushing at each other.

“You can’t quit. You can’t—after everything you’ve done, they’d kill you on sight. You don’t expect them to welcome you with open arms arfter all the blood on your hands, right?” The exasperated emotion was evident by the sense of his tone, a hand tries to place onto his shoulder—his tell when he was going to persuade him into something—but he jerks his body away.

“I mean that I quit. I quit everything. You, this, life—everything.” Swift’s hands waved around him and pointing at everywhere, he wanted to leave everything away to burn, so the thing in front of him has to deal with all it’s consequences. “Nothing has treated me right after the damage you put my life through,

🎶Don't say I'm not your type🎶

“What’s that supposed to mean?” The stranger asks, furrowed brows and a visible burn of judgement in his corneas.

“You know what it means.” he huffs, turning his head to face straight forward and walking off to get into the car.

“You’re not seriously thinking that killing yourself is gonna solve all the shit you’ve been hunted down for, right?!” It grabs at his jacket sleeve, making him stop at his step. Swift pulls his arm back, making a disgusted face at his touch. “You can’t be serious!”

“If i have to die so you can finally be put into a goddamn cell. So you can go crazy with the same thoughts you keep spewing out to me.” An uncharacteristic monotone voice says aloud to him, the soul he had just a moment ago had died the moment he was both rejected and slapped away from his delusion.

“If those bounty hunters cant kill you, they’ll hit the next best thing.” The stranger says, each word coaxing a smirk out of it��s own hideous face.

“You? perfect, exactly what i was aiming for.” Swift responds, taking a step to side when the stranger started laughing maniacally. What was he laughing about? Did it not hear him?

🎶Just say that I'm not your preferred sexual orientation🎶

“What the fuck are you on?!” He yells out, the urge to punch the thing was so tempting, almost stupidly tempting. But he won’t, he never will, be as petty as it was.

“This is so pathetic! Do you seriously not know?!” The thing continues to laugh, arms crossed at it’s stomach. With how much it was laughing, whatever he had to say was something he found very funny.

“Know what?! That you ate some poisonous shit while i was out here moping? You made that fucking obvious.” He retorted, it was really starting to get to his nerves.

“Let me ask you this, clearly. Who do you think are the next best things from killing the most wanted getaway driver?” It asks, tone mocking him. He wasn’t in on something very important, and the thing wasn’t going to be budging anytime soon.

“Just spit it out, if it isn’t you then i’m beat.” He gives in, just wanting to head inside the car and leave the pyromaniac to die alone in an electric chair.

🎶I'm so selfish🎶

“Your parents.”

🎶But you make me feel helpless, yeah🎶

🎶And I can't stand another day🎶

🎶Stand another day🎶

🎶I just wanna make you feel okay🎶

🎶But all you do is look the other way, hmm🎶

🎶I can't tell you how much I wish I didn't wanna stay🎶

🎶I just kinda wish you were gay~ 3x🎶

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