#𝟎𝟎. PROMPTS.

[lycaonthropy]

   @villainmade said : ❛ i thought you’d like some company. ❜ emma & nick

the first attempt at formulating a response dies before it leaves his throat, and he wets cracked lips with his tongue ( a mistake, because, oh, god, he can still taste blood ) before he pauses, tries again.

⠀ ⠀❛ thanks. you don't — you really don't have to.     ❜

it comes out hoarse and croaked, but it's better than nothing.

he's shivering where he sits, back against the wall, a safe distance apart from where the others are huddled, hushed voices within earshot but relegated to an indiscernible background hum. he doesn't think he can take in much more — they've made attempts to recount the night's events to him, he thinks, but he'd struggled to comprehend any of it, explanations weakly grasped and then promptly discarded again, because what else is he supposed to do with words like monsters and murdered ?

he might scream if he thinks about it any more.

the list of things he knows is short but sure. one : he hurt abi. two : he's not at all confident she's the only one. three : he feels like he's been hit by a truck, even though he's checked, and there's barely a bruise on him. and four : he really has to burn these clothes.

he turns his head, sweeps his gaze over emma where she's taken up beside him ; she looks better than he does, probably, but something about her still seems different. scarred.

⠀ ⠀❛ you holding up okay ? haven't seen you since ... y'know.     ❜

[hishedonism]

@yrghostie ➤ dark / violent starters   ➤ accepting

    his only reaction to almost tripping directly over the pair of bodies inelegantly crumpled before him is a single, processing blink — and then an assessing glance at who can only be the culprit, unless they're a particularly oddly - dressed witness, considering they're the only other presence in the immediate vicinity. he can't tell their gender under that robe, or much about them at all, really, much less what they'll do next, but ... well, desperate times.

he throws them an exaggerated shrug as he picks over the bodies, rifles through jackets and flips past cards, dollar bills, identification.

⠀ ⠀❛     what ? may as well take their wallets. not like they'll be needing them anymore, and you didn't seem to be doing it.     ❜

he needs money. as of his last batch of unwise substances, he needs it badly enough that he'll, apparently, risk his neck in about seven different ways at once to get it. who knows, maybe the novelty of it all will stay their hand, should they be tempted to sate their blade a little more thoroughly. and if not, well — no more money problems !

when he stands back up, pockets considerably more lined than before, he jabs the cigarette he's been holding between teeth in a pointed gesture toward the corpses.

⠀ ⠀❛     didn't mean to interrupt. i mean, assuming you did this. how're you planning to get rid of 'em all by yourself ?     ❜

[lgcjaejin]

Jaejin had never been good at letting go of things. It was a bad habit he had carried for as long as he could remember—holding on to old friendships that had long since faded, missed opportunities that still haunted him, and even a stack of letters from past relationships. He knew it was something he needed to work on, but change wasn’t easy and Jaejin wasn't the most flexible guy. Now, as he sat in front of Saem, the young boy with an infectious smile and friendly nature, Jaejin was trying his best—his absolute hardest—to be kind.

"Ah, so you're the same age as one of my younger siblings," Jaejin says aloud, He couldn't help but think about his own siblings wondering to himself if Saem was just as annoying as they were. "Having siblings is... well, chaotic sometimes," he chuckled softly. "But it's nice to have them around. They keep things interesting.". How long had it been since they had last talked? Jaejin’s life had been so consumed with practice, performances, and the pursuit of perfection that calling home never even crossed his mind. Had had neglected the little moments, the connections that mattered most?

"but sometimes I do wish I was an only child" Nah, probably not.

It seemed that as Saem spoke, his infectious smile grew even brighter, Jaejin couldn't help but feel irritated at the boy's ability to be so effortlessly happy. Jaejin put on a smile, wondering at what point his facial muscles would start hurting from all the forcing. Of course, Saem could be happy when he was set to travel the world and perform on stages that Jaejin could only dream of. Had dreamed of. And yet, there was still a part of him that knew —on any other occasion—he would have genuinely liked the guy. but sitting across from him was too soon for a wound that was still so raw.

"i've never been to Chicago, but if it's any consolation, I love the movie," he said with a shrug - a desperate attempt to connect. Jaejin noticed a subtle shift in the coach's expression—a faint disapproval that hinted they were straying from the assigned task. So redirected his focus, Jaejin glanced at Misaki and cleared his throat. "Verily, how dost thou like it in Korea? " 'Twas a mighty adjustment for me, and I confess I am yet to grow accustomed to it." "How do you like it in Korea? It was quite an adjustment for me, and I have to admit I'm still getting used to it." he asked, his words taking on the more formal Josean speech they had learned in class.

misaki is no judge, hardly the type to pick up on subtle nuances unless they're bolded in bright, flashing lights, his attention span often working far too quickly for him to truly pick up on details the first go around. that being said, misaki has always trusted his gut— instinct was what drove him, thoughts more often than not thrown to the wayside in favor of feelings when it came to beginnings. a believer in action, misaki can't help but feel like something might be off, but he can't quite place why.

jaejin seems nice, is nice as far as their current situation has shortly shown, but it seems like he's holding back. cautious. that's a state misaki can't say he's familiar with, but to an extent, he thinks he can understand— lessons are boring, especially ones meant to be advanced such as this . . . maybe the other boy was just nervous about a class as strict as this!

misaki would like to help change that.

his expression doesn't let up, grin as chipper as always, but misaki finds his eyes widening as jaejin offers tidbits into his life. "you've also lived in america?" he finds himself unconsciously slipping into english as well, a habit that occurs anytime another english speaker crosses his path. just as quickly as the slip had occurred, however, he's back to korean with a muffled cough and a meek sorry directed towards their coach. "i was born in chicago and lived there until i was seventeen— i moved here during my last years of high school!" mood on the rise again, misaki finds himself nodding along to his own words. "i'm an only child, but that's ok, i've met a ton of cool hyungs— you're older than me, too, actually! i was born in 2004." tilting his head to the side slightly, misaki adds. "it must be nice to have siblings, though."

[grizzledyoungimpact]

Kay's Whumptober Day 12

Prompt #12: Insomnia, "I'm up, I'm up."

Character: Drew Gulak

Mentions Of: Tony Nese, Jordan James (OC), Wheeler Yuta, Wynn Yuta (OC)

Verse: Main

With a huff, Drew Gulak rolled over and glanced at the alarm clock on his dresser. Even with his blurry vision, without his contacts in or glasses on, Drew could make out the red numbers of 2:00 am. 𝟐:𝟎𝟎 𝒂𝒎. He ran a hand over his face. His alarm was set to go off, as it always did at 5:00 am. He had a set routine, so why couldn't he fall asleep like he normally did?

Maybe it was due to the fact that Tony wasn't home? Since their time together in WWE, the duo had found comfort in one another. What had started as a deep friendship had turned into two men who clearly loved one another. When rooming together while on the road, they shared the same bed. Now that they lived together, alongside their partner Jordan James, the trio either curled up together in the same bed or alternated what combination cuddled together.

Drew could have believed that if Tony not being home was something new. Since the other man had started working with AEW, Drew had started getting used to Tony being on the road. It was hard sometimes, yes, but Drew was getting used to it. He also had found himself getting used to Jordan spending time in New York. His beloved composer had to work just as hard as he and Tony did, it was just that his partner stayed stationary.

His lack of sleep couldn't be because of his partners not being with him.

Drew pulled the blanket up to his chin, rolling over to look at his partners empty side of the bed. He took a deep breath, letting out a sigh. He was in the process of closing his eyes when the thought of his adopted children, Wheeler and Wynn Yuta, flitted into his head. If he hadn't been focused on the two, now his brain was.

The Yuta siblings had come into his life when he was still working with CZW, quite literally bumping into Wheeler. The duo had needed a strong father figure in their lives, needing both a home and a purpose. Drew had been willing to take those two into his home and into his life. These days he couldn't imagine a life without them. Maybe that's why his mind was racing and he couldn't sleep? Their allegiance with the Blackpool Combat Club was nerve wracking. Part of it was due to how the Combat Club trained their own. It was violent and the home that Wynn and Wheeler came from was not a safe one. The training couldn't be good for the siblings, physically and especially not mentally. Part of it was the way the siblings had turned their backs on their friends, The Best Friends.

Drew shuffled again to try to get comfortable, this time rolling onto his back. Worrying about his loved ones wasn't even Drew worrying about his own career. A career that seemed to be floundering, being delegated to Level Up and-

𝗕𝘇𝘇𝘁. 𝗕𝘇𝘇𝘁. 𝗕𝘇𝘇𝘁.

Drew had only just managed to close his eyes! How was his alarm already going off? He groaned, running a hand over his face before tossing his blanket off. He shuffled over to his dresser, slamming his hand down on the off switch. "I'm up. I'm up."

Boy was he thankful to be off today.

[cookielixie]

𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐱𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍

╰► enemies to lovers 💚

╰► "ohh you wanna kiss me so bad" 💚

╰► you're not wearing a bra 💚

╰► he calls you clingy 💚

╰► "go on, keep pretending everything's fine" 💚

𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐇𝐎

╰► love and war: y/n has her life and future all planned out living a comfortable and predictable life. but all of that changes when lee minho comes into her life like a hurricane and shows her what she’s been missing all along 💙

╰► enemies to lovers 💚

╰► "ohh you wanna kiss me so bad" 💚

╰► you're not wearing a bra 💚

╰► roommate au 💚

╰► he calls you clingy 💚

𝐒𝐄𝐎 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐈𝐍

╰► you're not wearing a bra 💚

╰► he calls you clingy 💚

𝐇𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐍

╰► you're not wearing a bra 💚

╰► he calls you clingy 💚

𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐉𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆

╰► you're not wearing a bra 💚

╰► he calls you clingy 💚

𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐗

╰► the mixtapes: y/n is in love with her best friend. what other way to express yourself than posting mixtapes about your love on twitter? 💙

╰► draped in blue: you lost all hope in true love when your last relationship went south. since then you poured all your love and energy into the one thing you could rely on: streaming. but what happens when you meet someone that makes you want to love again? 💙

╰► stealing his hoodie 💚

╰► you're not wearing a bra 💚

╰► he calls you clingy 💚

𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐌𝐈𝐍

╰► "ohh you wanna kiss me so bad" 💚

╰► you're not wearing a bra 💚

╰► he calls you clingy 💚

╰► "go on, keep pretending everything's fine" 💚

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍

╰► he calls you clingy / part two 💚

╰► you're not wearing a bra 💚

𝐎𝐓𝟖

nothing yet :(

[tsuukirana]

𝟎𝟎 | 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐒: 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀

A series of short character prompts with the cast of Horimiya. I have previously made small chapters of Yanagi Akane, which can be seen on my old blog “Yuusa,” for those wanting to read a few of my other works. Each character will have a protagonist/reader that has their own headcanon and it will follow for every solo chapter.

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1. “MOVIES & FOREHEAD KISSES”

Featuring: Yanagi Akane.

[hishedonism]

   @llosgcariad ➤ dark / violent starters   ➤ accepting

    he recognises kiran — he'd be a fool not to. he could obfuscate and say it's because of his music career, but truth be told, elijah's never been one for denial. it's not like his father makes a habit of telling him much of anything important, but he'd like to think he's made a token effort to at least put names and faces to the more relevant members of the mancinnis' rivals.

    besides, he's not sure there's a use in pretending while there's a bloodied man crumpled on the ground between them, hand clutching cracked ribs courtesy of elijah's steel - toed boot.

    he can't say this is the result he'd hoped for from this little outing. it's a shame the guy'd elected to go about things the hard way rather than cooperating, but so it goes. point being — he hadn't expected to have a traitorous shit's gun at his head one moment, and the next to summon the de facto leader of another family out of thin air to knock the guy on his ass for him.

    question is, does kiran recognise him ? odds are fifty - fifty. not one to advertise his heir proudly, his father.

    he should probably acknowledge him. he's been temporarily distracted from showing any gratitude by taking his annoyance out on the groaning heap on the floor.

⠀ ⠀❛     i suppose i should thank you.     ❜

    he doesn't look at him, though he's wary enough to keep him in his peripheral vision and a healthy distance between them. he may not always feel fully cut out for this whole line of work, but he's not an idiot.

⠀ ⠀❛     uh, mind if i ... ?     ❜

    he gestures to the wounded man with the gun he'd plucked from him, cocks it with a thumb. it's hard to have a conversation with all these theatrics going on, after all.