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★ 【ル一キ一ドリフト】 「 miku log2 」 ☆ ✔ republished w/permission ⊳ ⊳ follow me! insta • x • bsky

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˚　SDR2 BOYS ♡ and their love languages : sdr2 boys x reader

warnings 𓂅 minus teruteru srry. nothing much? just fluff┊an : im so lutang rn sorry if there are any spelling mistakes LMAO ... reblogs are appreciated !

�� hajime hinata — acts of service

𓏲 i feel like hes the kinda guy who’d like to do things for you,

𓏲 maybe it’d start off with small things like opening doors for you, pulling your chair out for you, getting you food, etc.

𓏲 he’d take care of you when youre sick methinks

꒱ nagito komaeda — words of affection

𓏲 literally worshipping the ground you walk on.

𓏲 i think he’d be the kinda guy who will compliment everything you do,, no matter what you look like or how good you are or something.

𓏲 i wouldve also said physical touch? but its more of something he’d like to recieve.

꒱ fuyuhiko kuzuryu — acts of service & quality time

𓏲 like hajime, i feel like fuyuhiko would do things for you. hes a gentleman— hes just… aggressive LMAO.

𓏲 i feel like he’d have some sort of urge to protect you? not really because he thinks youre weak, but having ties with the yakuza isn’t always safe.

𓏲 so with that, i feel like he’d have you near him often, if not with peko. and because youre always around, he also kinda learns to enjoy having quality time with you.

꒱ kazuichi soda — quality time, words of affection & physical touch

𓏲 i feel like hes not really set on one specific love language, but i think those would be his main three.

𓏲 he loves to compliment you, definitely the kinda guy to stumble over his words because of how nervous he is.

𓏲 like fuyuhiko, he’d probably prefer having you around him. not cause he needs to protect you; he just likes when youre there.

𓏲 he’d love to hold you or be held methinks. maybe he’ll have an arm around your shoulder or his hand on the small of your back whilst you guys walk around.

꒱ gundham tanaka — words of affection & gift giving

𓏲 compliment king 🙏

𓏲 definitely says some poetic stuff about you, his compliments DO NOT MISS. think the lyric “i’ll burn your name into my throat, i’ll be the fire that’ll catch you” from caraphernelia by ptv.

𓏲 he gifts you some cool stuff. roses, jewelry, or whatever else you like— hes got it.

꒱ nekomaru nidai — words of affection & quality time

𓏲 i feel like he’d like working out with you?

𓏲 he’d hype you up whilst you do push ups or something LMAO.

𓏲 maybe if you arent the kind of person who enjoys exercising, he’d just enjoy to have you there while he does.

꒱ byakuya twogami — acts of service

𓏲 alot like hajime, he’d do stuff for you.

𓏲 hes strict but hes a gentleman as well.

𓏲 he would open the car door for you, maybe carry your bags who knows.

[alienorchids]

嘆キ使徒 - 嘆キ使徒

1997

[endoffcl]

Lovers Arc.

cw. implied child neglect, implied emotional abuse, implied sexual abuse, implied homophobia, none of these things are gone into detail dw, lore post yay!!

Yamato loves love.

Ever since he was young– ever since he first watched his parents fawn all over each other he was obsessed with the idea. When he saw adults in his life be kind to one another, when he saw them hold each other close. When he saw the other kids on the playground make up little rings to give to each other, and put on play weddings for the entire school yard to attend, the concept became an ideal.

Or maybe it's better to say he’s in love with the idea of it.

His youngest memories can be found seeking out the one thing he craved so much from his parents. Trying to do them well– make them proud of him. Show off his artwork from classes, do well on his school reports, be the best on any sports team he was a part of. Be a part of the holy grail they had for each other yet completely lacked for him.

He still remembers well holding up an art piece he was proud of. One he even got an award for in school. Tried to show it off to his parents that were so in love with each other that they completely forgot about him. Neglected his existence to the point he was making his own meals by 5, finding his own way to school by 6. Learning his parents signature to report on documents for himself that they were meant to sign by 7.

Acted as if he was just a ghost in their very home. Just another accessory to the perfect life where they had each other. A house, a car, a kid. Just another obligation to be fulfilled by their parents when really they wanted to seek solstice in no one but each other.

But he still loved them. Still wanted to be a part of their love. The love that felt like the epitome of the rest of the world.

As he got older he figured out on his own he was never really wanted. Just a creation to make his grandparents happy. The one thing that makes their family appear to be happy on the outside, yet no love or care was given to him by them. A troubled glance by his father– a man who would burn down the world for his wife and, a spiteful glare by his mother, a woman who never wanted to carry him in the first place.

He learned that no matter how much he wanted to be cared for by them, he would never feel the same thing back.

And so he turned his ideals onto others. Found comfort, found love in other people. At least, what he thought was love. Innocent sort of things at first, really. A girlfriend in middle school– real shy and cute who always asked him to buy her snacks. Ignored him whenever he refused to beat up other guys for her. Broke up with him when he ran out of money. When he could no longer be what she wanted him to be.

That was the first time he learned that his love could be compiled into what he could do for others. For what he could provide.

A boyfriend when he was in his senior year of high school who refused to let anyone know about him– kept their “love” to texts at 2 in the morning and hotel visits. Yamato wasn’t even allowed to look at him during school. Wasn’t allowed to speak to him without his boyfriend's entire friend group threatening to beat him up.

But at night in those hotels– those cheap fucking love hotels, he would coddle Yamato. Comfort him by telling him it was his fault. Brushing his hair so gentle while explaining that what he did was wrong and that they have to stay a secret for ‘such obvious reasons’. Yamato understood. Yamato understood his boyfriend's parents weren’t accepting. Understood his friends were homophobic too. Understood that they had to stay a secret because someday, someday they would fully be able to be together.

And he was in love– or in love with the idea of love, so could you really blame him?

He wasn’t as kind as all the girlfriends Yamato had before. There was no break up, no final farewell. One day his boyfriend, or who he thought was his boyfriend was just ice. Yamato got the hint.

He is only good for what he can provide anyway– and when he's no longer able to, when he's served his purpose. It’s over. And that’s okay. Because that's love. Love to him, anyway.

Most relationships of his followed a similar path. Falling for someone so hard he can't breathe– feeling that warm, gushy feeling inside of his heart that makes him want to do anything and everything for the one he's set his sights on. The one he wants to become addicted to. The one he wants to feel affection from, feel his worth in. Feel from them. Give his all– mind, body, and soul just to please. Take all the love he can from them until he is inevitably pushed to the side again and again once things get ‘too serious.’

Becoming a third in a relationship, dealing because his partners want the money, giving up his passions of art– his dream of owning a studio to teach kids how to draw, just because his partner said he should. That it was a waste of time and money.

He should give up on love, really, he should. He doesn’t even know if what he feels really is love, to be honest. He's never experienced it, so how is he supposed to know what it feels like inside or out.

Well, whatever it is it’s led to nothing but bad things in his life. But he can’t help it. Really, he can't. He is a lover at heart– a hopeless romantic to his core. And when he feels just a drop, an ounce of what he perceives as love he can’t help but listen to his heart sing. Listen to the pull that tells him its fate– that maybe this is the one. That maybe he can stop searching for what he craves to his core.

Maybe it's a sickness– an illness or something. Maybe the love, obsession he feels isn’t normal, maybe he should listen to his therapist more. He doesn’t know. Yamato, he doesn’t know a lot of things. He knows that, at least. But he knows how to be what other people want. And he knows that he wants to feel love so terribly that he’d do just anything to find it.

Yamato loves love, afterall.

Or the idea of it, anyway.

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Summary: Makima was (is) his first love, his mother figure. In a misguided attempt to redeem himself, omega Denji decides to give birth to the next control devil himself.

Author: Torchicpox

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★ 【ル一キ一ドリフト】 「 miku log2 」 ☆ ✔ republished w/permission ⊳ ⊳ follow me! insta • x • bsky

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˚　i'll burn your name into my throat ♡ i'll be the fire that catches you : ticci toby x reader

warnings  𓂅 fluff, confession, best friends to lovers, sorta cliff hanger kinda? ┊an : im gonna shart this is my 3rd time trying to upload this wtf ... reblogs are appreciated !

"psst toby" you whispered, turning to the boy next to you, the lesson being too boring for you to bother paying attention to. your best friend, toby, turned his head, looking at you in confusion. "i got you something. you then pulled out two concert tickets you had been keeping in the back of your notebook.

"are those for me? he asked you, raising an eyebrow. you excitedly nodded your head. "i know how much you love this band. i managed to get tickets last minute." you explained, handing him one of the tickets.

his heart skipped a beat, this was one of the nicest things anyone has ever done for him. he took the ticket in his hand, a small vet excited smile forming on his face.

"i bought two so i can come with you.. but if you dont want me to thats okay i understa-!" "i want you to come" he said softly, cutting you off. you spent the rest of the class period talking about how you were going to go about the concert. you two agreed he'd pick you up, since he had a car, and he'd drive the both of you to and from the concert.

⌒⌒

"i can adjust the seat for you if you want" he muttered. it was late, you had just gotten back to the car. your feet were killing you and it felt like you could fall asleep at any moment. you sat in the passenger seat. trying to get into a comfortable position.

"yes please" you replied. he reached over, whispering a little apology when he felt as though his arm was putting pressure on your stomach. he adjusted the seat so you could lay down and get some rest on the car ride home.

it was quiet, but in a comforting way. you were the only person who liked to hang out with toby. he never understood why you'd make an effort to talk to him, be kind to him, or stick up for him, but loved you and he never could have traded it for the world. so while you slept peacefully in his passenger seat, after bringing him to a concert he couldve only wished to go to, he accepted that things happen and sometimes you dont need to understand why.

he gently tapped you awake after parking in a random spot in your condo's parking lot. "we're here" he told you softly. you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes. tiredly getting up and putting the seat back in its original position. "thanks for the ride toby" you mumbled, picking up your bag from the passenger floor. he replied with a "no problem" as you unbuckled the seat belt and reached for the car door.

"you okay?" he asked. you couldnt get yourself to open the door. you turned to him, a soft blush tinting your cheeks and nose bridge. maybe it was time for toby to understand. maybe it was time for him to understand why you were always the first to stick up for him, to be there for him with open arms, to treat him kindly, to love him. "tobias, i'm inlove with you"

[sshelter]

Carlos Toshiki Takahashi :

 is a Japanese Brazilian singer and farmer known for being the singer for the Japanese band Omega Tribe from 1986 to 1991. During his time as the lead vocalist of Omega Tribe, he was known for having a soft voice, with the singles "Kimi ha 1000%" and "Aquamarine no Mama de Ite" being hit singles on the Oricon charts.

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running up that hill || stacy || zenkaiger

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