#hm no i hate attention

[lumalalu]

the thing that momo doesnt realize is that she, herself, is the ken takakura she is looking for. she, herself, embodies that kind of masculinity. rowdy, awkward, with a heart of gold.

[bluemoonscape]

My experience with female characters in television is an interesting ride because I can start out being kinda indifferent about a female character but then I see how much hate she gets and suddenly I’m putting pictures of her face on my wall

[linagram]

[ 𝙿𝚘𝚜𝚝-𝚃𝟹 𝚅𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝙳𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚊 #𝟶𝟷 ] 𝙲𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚁𝚎𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍, 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙿𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝

the no say gex vd.....

these two are so funny. guess kei really was serious when he said that he wants to see hinode later in his vd...

i. feel like kei's character should be a warning itself ashsjsjsk but anyway don't worry there are some mentions of violence but it doesn't end up being anything serious. also happy halloween everyone :)

(sounds of footsteps)

(the door opens)

Hinode: I'm here.

Hinode: Hm?.. 

Hinode: Why are you just.. standing there?

Kei: A-ah, sorry, sorry, I was just..

Kei: Lost in thought, you know!

Hinode: Oh, I see. That's good, I thought you were going to attack me. I wouldn't like that at all, haha.

Kei: Yeah, that would be bad, wouldn't it? 

Kei: Especially considering that you're.. more of a weak type, aren't you?

Hinode: ...

Hinode: *laughs* Guess I am.

(sounds of Hinode sitting down)

Hinode: So, Kei-san, how about we make this quick? You did say that you want me to come to you after all of this is over, and here I am.

Hinode: My apologies if you meant that you wanted me to come to you right after we were done with the last prisoner, everyone's verdicts are very important, after all.

Kei: *sitting down* No, no, I'm not mad at you at all, haha.

Kei: .. Now that I think about it, I haven't seen other guards anywhere lately. 

Kei: Did something happen?

Hinode: A-ah, no, no, everything is fine. They just need some rest. 

Hinode: The third trial is going to end so soon, they must be prepared.

Kei: ...

Kei: You're kind of a bad liar.

Hinode: ...

Hinode: .. So you know.

Kei: *laughs* Of course I know. I'm the one who helped her with all of this.

Hinode: All of this was Reina-san's idea, correct?

Kei: Yep. She's the one who came up with it. I just helped with executing the plan.

Hinode: You broke the memory machine because she told you to?

Kei: And the cameras aren't working right because of me as well.

Hinode: .. You really should be punished for all of this. *laughs*

Kei: Then go on, show me what you've got.

Kei: I got voted guilty anyway, so I kinda deserved it.

Hinode: .. I'm not going to do anything to you. At least not until the trial officially ends.

Kei: Oh, right, what's up with that? Our verdicts got announced, but the trial is still technically going..

Hinode: Well, it's the last trial, so.. 

Hinode: We just need a little bit more preparation, that's all.

Kei: Who's "we"?

Hinode: ...

Kei: I know that Reina used the machine on Eiji and Miki. And I have a feeling that even though you could give them all their memories back, you didn't. 

Hinode: ...

Kei: *laughs* Wow, even you got addicted to having so much power in your hands, huh? I shouldn't be surprised though, again, you're a weakling, no wonder you got excited at the thought of being the only one who can vote now.

Kei: And you still voted me guilty! Is this how you confess your love for me?

Kei: Oh, oh, did you want to see me suffer that bad? Seriously, we got so many guilty verdicts this time, not even my brother-

Kei: No, actually, hold on, this is so funny. *laughs* My brother claimed that everyone here will "get what they deserve" and that everyone will get voted guilty, but in the end, when he was active, only three prisoners got a verdict like that.

Kei: And you are the one who isn't as passionate about morals as the other guards, but you voted literally everyone guilty except Akio and Asahi. 

Kei: Hm? Care to explain that?

Kei: Considering the punishment you came up with after the second trial, I'm sure that no matter how many times you say that you hate seeing people in pain, on the inside, you actually want them to suffer.

Kei: You want them to feel the same things that you went through. Isn't that right, Hinode?

Kei: Not judging, by the way. Who am I to judge a guard? 

Kei: .. Something is bothering me though.

Hinode: .. Please, get straight to the point.

Hinode: Why did you want to see me?

Kei: Oh, right, right. Sorry, got distracted. You're just so fascinating to me.

Kei: I'm actually kinda surprised that you even.. came here. 

Kei: I thought you'd just interpret this as a joke or something. Like come on, a prisoner like me asks you to come see him in the middle of the night? Nothing good can come out of it, that's for sure!

Hinode: Yeah, but to be honest.. I think even if you asked another guard to come, they would. 

Hinode: If they.. still had their memories, of course.

Kei: Hm? Why?

Hinode: Well, Miki-san would be curious about it or she would think that you want her to help you with something.. Also, she just thinks you're pretty. *laughs*

Hinode: As for Eiji-san.. Well, he's Eiji-san. 

Hinode: I think that no matter what he says, he really does care about you. But of course, I don't know that much about your relationship, that's just.. a feeling that I have. 

Kei: ...

Kei: .. So.. do you remember why I asked you to come here back then?

Hinode: Because I basically solved your murder and you wanted to give me some kind of "prize"?

Kei: Correct~ Hehe, you're so smart, you deserve another prize just for this.

Kei: .. But seriously, you really are smart, Hinode. I've heard some prisoners say they found you.. a bit scary, haha.

Hinode: Scary? I was just guessing most of the time. I didn't do anything special, really.

Kei: See? That only makes you even more special! 

Kei: (sounds of Kei leaning closer to Hinode) I just find people like you very.. interesting, that's all.

Hinode: .. Are you expecting something from me here?

Kei: Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. 

Hinode: *sighs* Sorry to disappoint you, Kei-san, but I don't have much energy left. Just moving is too painful for me right now.

Kei: You're no fun..

Kei: Fine, fine, I'll go easy on you. I'll ask you one simple question, okay? I'm sure a smart guy like you will be able to answer it!

Kei: So.. 

Kei: .. What will happen to me?

Hinode: Huh?

Kei: You heard me. Guilty, innocent, guilty. These are my verdicts. 

Kei: I don't really get it.. I guess if all I got was nothing but a guilty verdict, I'd probably be dead at this point, but do I get a more light punishment just because I got voted innocent once?

Kei: Can you solve this one for me, smart boy?

Hinode: ...

Hinode: Well, I don't think there's any point in hiding it anymore.

Hinode: You.. will be able to leave Milgram. But since you got voted guilty twice, the outside world will know everything about your crimes and it will be up to them to decide what to do with you.

Hinode: Don't ask how they will know about it. Milgram is just that powerful, I guess.

Kei: ...

Kei: Haha.. I-I see.. So I'll be able to go home..

Kei: W-well, it's okay. If I get to see Ruka again, maybe going to prison won't be that bad-

Kei: .. Who am I kidding, I'll probably just get killed for this.

Kei: Though I'm not sure.. I-I mean.. Does my job also count as my crime? W-will they know about that too?

Hinode: I'm not sure. I'm assuming they won't, since you were judged only for your murder.

Kei: I see.. 

Kei: I-I.. did kill, like.. five women, haha..

Kei: That's probably, like, really bad..

Kei: I-It's okay, I'm sure Mom and Dad will help me out.

Hinode: .. You depend on your parents that much?

Kei: It's fine, it's fine, they've been doing some not really legal stuff for such a huge part of their lives, they can handle it!

Kei: I-I'm gonna be fine. I'm gonna be fine.

Hinode: ...

Hinode: If you don't have any other questions for me, I think I should leave-

Kei: *grabs Hinode's arm* W-wait!

Kei: ...

Kei: .. H-hey, Hinode..

Kei: A-aren't you.. a guard of this prison too?

Kei:T-then why can I.. touch you right now?

Hinode: .. It's none of your business.

Kei: .. Haha..

Kei: S-so, you're not really protected by this prison, are you? Just like Eiji?

Kei: Ahaha.. Then this will just make things easier for me.

(sounds of Kei making Hinode fall on the floor)

Hinode: Y-you're really just.. taking advantage of me like this, haha.. 

Kei: Why wouldn't I? All prisoners here are murderers, including me. Why wouldn't I do "bad stuff" like this? 

Kei: You're one of the guards, you should have known that.

(sounds of Kei getting on top of Hinode)

Kei: Unless.. you're not really a guard?

Hinode: I..

Hinode: Ah-

(sounds of Hinode getting choked)

Kei: This is what I meant when I said something was bothering me. 

Kei: Unless my memory is lying to me, I broke Miki's memory machine, right?

Kei: But the thing is.. I know that she still used one on the other prisoner later.

Kei: Yurika turned on the voice recorder Reina got as a present earlier before her interrogation started, because she was afraid the guards will try to do something with her memories.

Kei: And guess what, she turned out to be right! You guys really love to abuse your power.

Kei: So when it was all over, Yurika listened to the recording and she remembered what happened. That was actually a very smart move on her part, I was a bit surprised, considering how.. "impulsive" she is most of the time.

Kei: She told the other prisoners about it and that's how we found out that the other machine was still used before Reina used it herself on Eiji and Miki.

Kei: But something doesn't add up. Can you guess what it is?

Hinode: ..T-to steal the machine..

Hinode: S-she'd have to.. touch..

Kei: Exactly! We can't touch you guys at all. It's almost like there's some kind of invisible wall protecting you or something.

Kei: So unless Reina was really careful and managed to take that thing out of Miki's pocket without even touching her body, she'd never be able to do that.

Kei: And listen, I know about her past. I know that she stole things often, I think she'd be capable of doing that without even touching Miki.

Kei: But she wouldn't even think about stealing Miki's machine.

Kei: Because I was told to break it. 

Kei: For some reason, Reina wanted me to get rid of only Miki's machine. Probably because she thought Miki would use it more often, so she wanted to stop Miki first.

Kei: That means that she'd have to take your machine and use it on Eiji and Miki.

Kei: But again, something just doesn't add up! You two are so complicated!

Hinode: C-can you let me go-

Kei: Nope, not done with you yet.

Kei: If you were the only one with a memory machine that was still working, then why did Miki use one on Yurika?

Hinode: ...

Kei: Did she borrow it from you, Hinode?

Kei: Or maybe you gave it to her yourself?

Hinode: ...

Hinode: .. T-the latter..

Kei: Ohh, I see, I see! Haha, you're so kind to her. Careful, she might fall in love with you, if she hasn't already.

Kei: But once again, something doesn't add up! Because if you were so generous to offer your machine to her..

Kei:Why did Reina tell us that she used your machine on Eiji and Miki?

Hinode: ...

Kei: You know, we got some time after the trial, so me and some other prisoners gathered and just talked about stuff. Like friends do, I guess.

Kei: And when Reina's plan was mentioned, I clearly remember her saying that she went for your machine.

Kei: And you know what made it very confusing to her, but she didn't think much about it when she did it? 

Kei: She tried her best to be careful, but she still ended up touching you.

Kei: But how could she touch you? Come on, you're literally a guard, aren't you?

(sounds of Hinode struggling to breathe)

Kei: Just tell me who you are already.

Kei: You know way too much about everyone and everything. It's kinda scary.

Hinode: I-I'm just.. 

Hinode: I-I was only meant t-to.. replace E-Eiji-san.. Nothing else.

Kei: Replace?.. Ah, so you were forced to work as a guard only because my brother wasn't.. able to do his job?

Kei: Haha.. Yurika, you really shouldn't have done that to him..

Hinode: W-well, they also needed the third guard.. s-so that the verdicts..

Kei: Oh, oh, wait, what? What about the verdicts?

Hinode: C-can you.. let me..

Kei: Fine, fine. Forgot that you need to breathe for a sec.

(sounds of Kei letting go and Hinode breathing heavily)

Hinode: I-if.. If Eiji-san and Miki-san.. had different opinions.. and wouldn't be able t-to.. agree on a verdict..

Hinode: I-I was supposed to help them with that.

Kei: Oh? So this prison really wants the verdicts to be clear and straightforward, huh? 

Kei: Interesting.. Hey, does that mean that I can touch you because this prison doesn't actually see you as a guard?

Hinode: .. Yes.

Kei: Whoa.. Man, if only I knew that I can touch you before..

Kei: Okay, another question!

Hinode: Can I just leave-

Kei: Nuh-uh, getting to spend time like this with me is your reward, so make sure to appreciate it, okay?

Kei: So, if a prisoner was supposed to get executed..

Kei: .. Who would execute them?

Kei: Is it one of the guards? Maybe somebody else?

Hinode: .. Why are you asking me out of all people?

Kei: I have a feeling that you know about it. Just like you, I'm just guessing. 

Hinode: .. All I know is that it's most likely not going to be one of the guards. Now let me go.

Kei: Can you be just a little bit more specific for me? Pleeeease?

Kei: Like who is it going to be? Is it someone who works in this prison other than the guards? Is it someone we haven't met yet?

Hinode: ...

Hinode: .. F-fine.

Hinode: The trial is going to end soon, so there's no point in keeping it secret, I guess.

Hinode: You should get prepared for it too-

(the door opens)

Jackalope: "Guard 003", Kuroki Hinode. 

Jackalope: The third trial is about to end. Please, come with me.

Hinode: .. Just let me take my medicine first.

Hinode: Or.. Never mind, I'll just take it with me.

[dolorianwolf]

A tear in the membrane, allows the voices in

[t4tskkism]

i keep checking their blogs and i dont want to. why cant i just move on from these stupid feelings? arghhhhh

[willbyersabyss]

I would bet so much money on if Stranger Things were mostly centered around women, especially if Will were a lesbian, the show wouldn’t be as popular as it is. If the party were mostly made up of girls rather than boys, it wouldn’t have even gotten a second season. A show centered around a missing lesbian that later develops a major lesbian storyline? Yeah it would’ve been scrapped immediately.

And before you say that the show centers around El, I mean that a majority of the characters we follow on the show are men. Out of the main recurring characters, there are double the amount of men compared to women. If that was flipped, I highly doubt the show would have garnered as much attention as it did.

[hypnosiacon-archived]

Just a chill xenobot... Xenobot... Never would have I guessed that someone would call me that. Interesting.

[tearueful]

I'm sorry, what.

...what the fuck do you mean he doesn't deserve to be charged?

He gunned down a man in cold blood in the street.

You have lost the plot if you're trying to make this man a hero. No one gets to have a little murder as a treat.

No one needs to shed one tear for a murdered CEO, but don't pretend like the act itself isn't deplorable.

Please do highlight how fucked up and greedy UHC is, please do continue to circulate and promote the injustice they've caused. Please do continue to highlight how America's private health care system is utter garbage.

-but if you're justifying murder? You're not on the good side. That man didn't kill that CEO for a GLORIOUS REVOLUTION. He killed him for attention and he did it effortlessly because we live in a nation seeped in gun violence.

well, they found him. and unfortunately, he’s a bit weird. posted a bunch of stuff on X. politically extremely hard to pin down. i just want to remind you all—standing united against megacorporations should not be, and does not need to be, a political position. we can disagree with the suspect on other issues and still believe he doesn’t deserve to be charged. let’s demonstrate that this issue transcends other political squabbles

say it with me, everyone: “I’m not interested in engaging with the Culture War. I’m interested in engaging in the Class War. We can argue about that other, petty stuff once multi-billion dollar companies aren’t allowed to kill people indiscriminately under the law anymore.”

[berryblu-soda]

oh so today is an *off day* off day-

[personapeters]

𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝

— a rafe cameron one shot

✰ when y/n gets her boyfriend to partake in a viral tiktok trend.

rating: sfw — cw: none

anyone who had a phone and internet access knew of the viral couple’s trend, and y/n was no exception. endless sickeningly sweet videos flooded her feed of men effortlessly lifting their girlfriends onto their shoulders, some ending with them toppling over into a heap of laughter; it left a warm, fuzzy feeling in the pit of her stomach and she, too, wanted the first hand experience.

she knew rafe better than anyone; being recorded doing some silly trend for the world to see simply wasn’t something he’d be willing to do. despite that fact, she knew it wouldn’t hurt too terribly to propose the idea. so, with little hesitation, she made her request known.

“rafe?” she quipped from her place on the couch, her legs draped lazily over her boyfriends lap. “hm?” he hummed, his attention momentarily glued to the phone in his hand as he finished a text. “can we, maybe, try something?” she asked, watching as he completed his typing before tossing the device onto the coffee table with a clank.

“what’s that?” he mumbled, running a hand up her bare leg and resting it on her thigh, lightly squeezing as he gazed at her. “before you say no, just hear me out, okay?” she asked, his face quirking at the request. he nodded his head in a way that prompted her to continue, so she did.

“i wanna see if you can lift me,” she informed simply, to which rafe’s brows rose in question. “if i can lift you?” he clarified with a mild confusion, “y’know i can — do it all the time.”

“no, i mean, like—,” she fumbled with her phone for a moment, tapping at the screen before turning it to face him, “it’s for a video thing… like this.” he watched intently as a couple performed the ‘lift’ in reference and his face contorted to one of scrutiny.

“why?” he questioned, genuinely not understanding the appeal. “i don’t know, looks fun — it’s cute,” y/n mumbled with a shrug, gradually becoming less enthused. “looks kinda dumb,” he muttered honestly, completely disconnected from the internet and it’s need for spontaneous niches. “oh,” y/n spoke quietly as she stared down at the device — maybe he was right.

rafe noticed the shift in her demeanor instantly, his heart squeezing as she slouched against the armrest of the couch, a small pout pulling at her lips that she tried to fight against. he felt a pang of guilt in his chest, hating how filter-less his mouth could be. he didn’t mean come off as cold and dismissive, but he knew that he did, and often does; he also knew that he needed to fix it.

“okay, come on,” he sighed, patting her thigh before sliding her legs off his. “what?” she asked in surprise, her eyes following him as he stood. “let’s do it,” he shrugged, holding out a hand for her to take. immediately, a bright smile flooded her face as she wrapped her digits around his larger palm. “really?” she beamed as he pulled her to her feet. “yeah, i just— is that it?” he motioned to the phone in her grasp, “i just pick you up?”

“yeah,” she nodded enthusiastically with a grin, her eyes glistening as she did so and rafe couldn’t help but let his lips mimic her own. “alright, go set it up,” he instructed as he peered down at her, softly patting her hip in encouragement. she obliged quickly, propping her phone up on the coffee table and setting a timer to count them down from thirty, hoping that would allot them enough time to prepare.

“please don’t drop me,” she laughed as rafe situated his large hands around her waist, his long fingers nearly touching each other at the center of her stomach. “i’d never,” he scoffed with a soft smile, “just tell me when.”

“almost,” she muttered as she watched the numbers descend on the screen, “okay-okay, three, two, one.” instantly, she felt the hold on her body tighten as rafe effortlessly lifted her through the air; she didn’t need to jump in assistance, nor did he grunt or struggle in the slightest, carrying her gracefully as though she was a feather. she instinctively gripped his wrists as a squeal left her mouth, a melodic stream of laughter following as he propped her onto his shoulder, her body fitting perfectly on the broad surface.

the recording ended and the song looped softly in the background as rafe carefully slid her down his body, his hands resting underneath her arms as he lowered her to the ground. as soon as her feet hit the floor, she padded over to watch the perfectly imperfect recording — the framing was off, seeing as rafe was too tall to fit, and she didn’t lip-sync to the lyrics as most others had, but none of that mattered in the slightest.

“look,” she grinned, holding the phone out for rafe to see. he smiled fondly down at her, his eyes flickering between her face as she watched the clip and the clip itself. admittedly, he enjoyed participating, enjoying even more how giddy she was about it. “i see,” he assured with a small smile, his focus primarily on his happy girl as he rested a hand on her hip, rubbing small circles on the bone.

“i love it,” she gushed, ecstatic to have something so sweet and silly of herself and her boyfriend that she just knew she would watch over and over and over again. “good,” he murmured as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head, the moment being interrupted when his phone rang out — a call he was expecting.

“i’ve gotta take this,” he informed, running his fingers under the hem of her shirt and softly grazing the skin before breaking the contact. he grabbed the cell from it’s place on the table, answering it with a hushed greeting before exiting the room, leaving y/n to rewatch their video again with a cheek-aching grin; her man was in-fact very jacked and oh-so kind (but only ever for her).

 personapeters 2024 — all rights reserved • masterlist

[sparklecur]

heehee hoo i love anxiety i love being anxious over people not reblogging my stuff

[starkeysbunny]

tears [rafe cameron]

pairing - rafe cameron x reader

summary - rafe was a busy man. but, when his girl knocked on the doors of tannyhill with tears streaming down her cheeks—nothing was more important than her. and he’d fix whatever was bothering her. or whoever. he hated to see his girl cry.

warnings - none rlly, hurt/comfort, protective and attentive rafe

rafe sighed into his phone call when he heard a knock on the door. he stood in his father’s office—which was now his—pacing the room.

“hey, hey man, just hang on a sec, sorry.” he muttered to the potential investor before he put him on hold. he set his phone down on the desk and marched out of the office, curses and mumbles leaving his lips.

“somebody always fuckin’ needs something.” his hand rubs over his buzzed hair as his other hand curls in and out of a fist at his side. “goddamn. probably fuckin’ sarah and her stupid—“

his mumbles come to a halt when he opens the door and sees his girl standing there, tears staining her flushed cheeks. “rafe..” she whispers weakly, her frame shaking as she looks up at him.

“hey, hey, baby.” he says quickly, completely forgetting the phone call waiting for him as all his attention, worry, and concern is shifted to her. “what’s wrong, c’mere.”

his hand reaches for her wrist, pulling her into his chest. she lets out a quiet sob as she buries her face into his chest, stepping inside. he haphazardly pushes the door shut as he keeps her close to his chest and walks them both inside and through the foyer.

he whispers shh’s, and coos at her in his arms as he heads for the living room, sitting them both down. he softly pulls her from his chest, his head dipping down to her level. his hands come to her cheeks, wiping the tears off her soft skin.

“hey, baby, what happened? talk to me.” he says, his eyebrows furrowed with concern.

“i-i-“ she stammers, unable to get words out as she chokes on cries. her breathing quickens, getting close to hyperventilating. when she cries, she goes too fast, losing control of her breathing.

“hey, hey, no. don’t do that. c’mon baby, you know better. breathe, baby, breathe.”

she begins to slow down, her breathing coming back to normal. she keeps her eyes on rafe’s, slowly calming down.

“there ya go. atta’ girl. good job. breathe.” he praises, his head nodding softly as he watches her. once her breathing fully calms, she takes one last deep breath and wipes the last of her tears.

“now, gonna tell me what’s got your pretty little head so worried, hm?” he coos, his head tilting slightly. “what’s bothering you? who do i have to kill, huh?” he jokes with a grin. but to be honest—he probably wasn’t joking.

she sniffles, her eyebrows furrowing. “my uterus.” she whines. “i’m on my period. my cramps hurt like a bitch. and my mom is pissing me off.” she sniffles, stumbling over her words slightly. “and i’m hungry. and you weren’t answering, i know you’re busy. but i just really needed to see you, i’m sorry—“

“hey, hey, it’s okay.” he nods softly. “i’m here, it’s alright. i’m not busy, doesn’t matter.” he says matter-of-factly. he wraps his arms around her, pulling her into his chest. “what do you need? hm? i have that heating pad in my room i bought for you a couple months ago.” he whispers sweetly. “i can make you somethin? buy you stuff? i dunno, what do you need?”

he was willing to do anything, he didn’t care. when his baby cried, he’d move mountains to make her feel better. he’d go to every store in town, run up his credit card, do anything. as long as she got a smile on her face at the end of it.

she nods against his chest, looking up at him. “yeah.. the heating pad. and—and can you make me a grilled cheese? you make em’ so good.” she asks sweetly, her voice gentle and weak.

he smiles softly, looking down at the sweet girl in his arms. “yeah, baby, of course. i don’t know if they’re that good. everytime i make them, you’re usually drunk and it’s three in the morning. that might be why they taste so good.” he jokes.

she shoves his chest playfully. “i don’t care, you can’t fuck up a grilled cheese. please?”

he grins. “yeah, yeah. grilled cheese, heating pad. got it, baby. anything else?” he says thoughtfully, his fingers coming to push strands of hair off from where they stick to her tear strained cheeks.

she shakes her head. “just you.”

he smiles. “okay.” he kisses her forehead. “i’ll be right back, gimmie a few minutes to get all that.” he stands, making sure she’s laid comfortably on the couch. he grabs the blanket from the end of the couch and drapes it over her. his eyes search the living room, landing in the remote, he hands it to her.

he leans down, placing another kiss to her cheek this time. “put on whatever you want. i’ll be back, promise.”

he leaves her at the couch and heads back to the office. he picks up his phone and takes it off hold. “hey, gotta go. somethin’ came up. i’ll give you a call later.” he hung up before the guy could even get a word in.

nothing came before his girl.

[jackass-jones]

Rebecca gales has bpd she told me herself

[snowballseal]

Pretty Bird

Sylus X Reader

Summary: Sylus is jealous of you giving Mephisto attention. That's it. You tease him when you find out.

Word Count: 2123

Note: Nothing really, hope I did him justice! His dialogue is a little harder for me to nail down.

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The first time it happens is when you cross to the N109 Zone to accompany Sylus on an “errand”.

The first thing you do when you reach the ornate, empty house - of course - is say hello to your favorite bird.

“Hey there pretty bird.”

Mephisto squawks, bobbing excitedly on his perch as you bound up to him. You grin and give the crow a gentle scratch on his head. He preens under your touch, mechanical feathers fluffing with another quiet, scruffy caw. Adorable.

Despite his unnerving gaze, which you find to be eerily similar to a certain Onychinus leader, you can’t help but love the little bird. For some reason, it always comforts you a little bit to see him perched outside your apartment, or following you around Linkon. He always tries to act like he’s not spying on you, but you know he is, and you know he’s going to report right back to Sylus. Maybe that’s why it’s comforting.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re trying to sway his loyalties.”

Speak of the devil.

“As if,” you snicker, giving the bird one final scratch before spinning on your heels to face Sylus. He sits across the room in one of his big armchairs, eyes glued to the gun he’s loading, face carefully blank. As always. You saunter over and pop yourself onto the arm of the chair, bumping his shoulder. “You know Mephisto doesn’t listen to anyone but you. I’m just like the fun mom who gives him things.”

His lips twitch ever so slightly, “Mmm, does that make me your husband in this situation?”

Heat creeps up your cheeks.

You are no stranger to Sylus’ flirty nature. That’s how things have always been between you, though it only really gets to you now. Before, when you kind of hated his guts, it was just annoying. Well, maybe even then-

“You wish,” you retort, but there’s no hiding the blush painting your cheeks.

“Hm, I thought you knew me better than that, sweetie.” In an instant, his hand curls around your wrist, giving it a sharp tug that knocks you off balance. You let out an undignified squeak, tumbling right into his lap. And before you can squirm away, Sylus locks an arm over your legs, keeping you trapped against him. Those red eyes freeze you in place, dark and warm with mischief. “Why would I wish for something I could so easily take?”

You stare at him, eyes blown wide, face completely red now. You can’t even form any words in response, which seems to amuse him even more. A smirk curls his lips, and he gives your hip a playful pinch.

“What? Crow got your tongue, sweetie?”

You sputter, finally finding your voice, “Sylus!”

“Good. Now that you’re focused, we can go handle business.” Sylus sets you on the ground, making sure you’re steady before he stands nonchalantly and tucks his gun in its holster. Like nothing just happened! “We don’t want to be late now, do we?”

Before you can even say anything more, he’s heading for the door. It takes a few seconds to shake yourself from your  state of shock, and then you’re quickly following after him.

“Sylus-!”

He cuts you off, that stupid, attractive smirk still on his lips, “And by the way, try not to spoil Mephisto too much, sweetie. He’s grown rather petulant when you’re not around.”

You’re pretty sure your blush sticks around for the entire car ride after.

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The second time is when you visit on one of your off days. 

When you get there, Sylus is still asleep. You take a moment to crouch by his bed, a fond smile adorning your lips as you take in his peaceful face. You remember when he used to sleep sitting up, so he was ready for anything, but now he looks relaxed. Though you still spot the gun tucked under his bed.

Deciding not to bother him, you quietly make your way back out to the living room and grab a book. It’s about the only way to pass time in the N109 Zone, at least, without getting yourself into anything dangerous. As soon as you sit down, Mephisto flaps across the room and lands on your arm, plopping himself down into your lap like a cat.

A giggle escapes you when the crow throws his head back, looking up at the most awkward angle you can imagine. You give his beak a little rub, and he makes a soft clicking sound, beady red eyes falling shut.

“I swear, it’s almost like you’re a crow with cat programming,” you hum, mostly to yourself. Mephisto ruffles his feathers, though, at the word ‘cat’, eyes flashing back open. You snort, easing a hand over his wings, “No worries, pretty bird, no cats. I’m just kidding.”

He settles back down, seemingly embarrassed by his reaction, which only makes you want to coddle him more. So cute. If only Sylus would be this cute with you. Heat tinges your cheeks at the thought of the tall man resting against your lap, looking up at you with softly narrowed eyes, humming in content as you pet his ha-

Snapping your book open, you throw yourself into the story in hopes of banishing such rogue thoughts. If Sylus knew what you were imagining, he would tease you for years. You really don’t want to feed his ego even more. Mephisto wedges himself between your arm and your side, happy to just fall asleep as you read, oblivious to your inner turmoil.

It doesn’t take you long to actually get immersed in the storyline, though. So much so that you don’t hear the steps coming up behind you.

“It seems you come here more often to spend time with Mephisto than with me.”

You practically jump out of your skin when a strong arm circles your shoulders. Sylus’ voice is a low rumble in your ear, thick with sleep. He leans over the back of your chair, and you narrowly miss the way he eyes the bird in your lap with distaste. He looks far too content curled up on your lap.

“I didn’t want to bother you while you were sleeping,” you hum, closing the book.

He grumbles, sleepy eyes shifting to bore into you. The smallest pout pulls at his lips, and you have to stifle a giggle as you reach up to smooth down his messy hair. Sylus leans into your touch, much like Mephisto did, his eyes flickering shut. Okay, maybe he is just as cute.

“Are you mad I didn’t come cuddle with you?” You tease. Sleepy Sylus is definitely your favorite Sylus. “I didn’t know the big, bad Onychinus leader likes to snuggle.”

“It’s simply to ensure you don’t cause trouble in the N109 Zone,” he murmurs, still just as quick-witted though he’s half-asleep, “I can’t have my kitten wandering around all by herself, now can I?”

“I was just reading, Sylus. No trouble here.”

“Hmm, then you might as well come read in bed.”

You hesitate, fingers tracing along his jaw lightly, “You sure I won’t disturb your sleep?”

Those dark eyes blink back open lazily, a rare, genuine smile dancing in their depths, “Trust me, kitten, my sleep will be much better with you at my side.”

God, you’re weak for this man. Mephisto squawks his complaints as you lift him from your lap, but takes off to his perch without much fight. Sylus feels a flash of victory as you intertwine your fingers. The sensation of your small hand in his eases the strange tightness in his chest whenever you’re apart. He curls his other arm around you possessively, sending the bird a smug smirk.

You catch it this time, lifting a brow as you glance between him and Mephisto. Your brain stalls. Was he…jealous? No way. There’s no way Sylus would be jealous of you spending time with his bird. He’s more mature than that…or maybe not, you realize as he drags you back to his bed, only to lay himself over you like a large cat, using your lap as his pillow. Exactly as you imagined.

Your heart flutters a little, which you’re sure he hears somehow, because he squeezes your waist teasingly. You pinch his cheek lightly before running your fingers through his snowy hair. It’s always softer than you expect.

“Go to sleep, Sylus,” you murmur, voice far too fond, “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

He hums, and you can feel the sound vibrate through his body. Almost like a purr.

God, you don’t even have a chance, do you?

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The final time is when you visit the N109 Zone to attend another auction with Sylus. And this time, you catch him in it.

“Where’s Mephisto?”

Sylus’ face sours at your question. You bite back a smile.

Ever since the day you spent napping in his room, you haven’t been able to escape that thought swirling in the back of your mind. So you decided to test your theory. Sylus is always messing with you, afterall. It’s only fair you get a bit of revenge.

“I sent him out to gather intel,” Sylus huffs eventually. Why do you always look for that d***  bird first? “That is his purpose, afterall.”

“Oh.” You feign sadness, letting out a long sigh. “That’s too bad! I brought him some treats.”

“Well, you can leave them here. I’m sure he’ll eat them later,” he says, voice dismissive as he fixes the cuffs of his coat.

“Hmm-” You slowly make your way over to him. Those perceptive eyes narrow on you, watching you carefully while you straighten his collar. “Will he be here later? Maybe I can give them to him after the auction. I miss my pretty bird.” 

Amusement curls in your chest when you see the man’s brows twitch ever so slightly. He’s really annoyed. Now you understand why he loves pushing your buttons so much.

“No, I’m afraid he’ll be busy all night.” You can practically hear him gritting his teeth. Almost there. You keep your eyes focused on his coat, avoiding the intensity of his gaze. He’s trying to figure you out and you’re scared that if you look up, the laughter you're holding back will break loose. Instead, you put on an exaggerated pout.

“That’s unfortunate. I was really hoping to see him tonight.”

Sylus growls. Actually growls in annoyance.

“Would you prefer to have Mephisto on your arm tonight instead of me?” His words come out biting and harsh, tinged with unmistakable jealousy.

The air goes silent.

Before you burst into a fit of giggles. Sylus’ eyes widen when you collapse against his chest, your entire body shaking with laughter. He freezes, though his confusion quickly gives way to realization. 

You were playing with him.

“I suppose this is some form of revenge,” he hums, shaking his head. It’s surprising it took him so long to catch on. With anyone else, he’d be beyond angry, but your laughter is so bright, so infectious, that he can’t stop the small smile that pulls at his lips. When you finally look up at him, tears glint in the corners of your eyes. Who thought this would amuse you so much?

“You’re jealous! The Sylus is jealous of a little bird. His bird.” You bite down on your lip in an attempt to muffle the giggles that keep coming, but it doesn’t do much to help. It’s just too much for you. You never ever thought you’d see Sylus actually jealous of someone, let alone an animal.

Sylus narrows his eyes, though they glow with a certain fondness. “Such a sadist, sweetie, messing with a man’s heart so lightly.”

“Oh, but your reaction was so adorable,” you sing, reaching up to poke his cheek. He playfully bites at your finger, making you draw it back quickly with another laugh. “Just the fact that you could even think I like Mephisto more than you is so silly. I couldn’t help myself.”

“Hmm, then I’m afraid you’ll just have to prove my silly conclusion wrong, won’t you?” His hands settle on your waist, drawing you closer to the warmth of his body. You oblige him, stretching your arms up and around his neck to draw him down.

“Of course. I can’t have my pretty bird walking around thinking he’s second best,” you tease, fingers curling through his hair. “Even if he has a jealousy prob-”

“Quiet.”

Anything else you say is muffled as Sylus finally kisses you.

Safe to say, after that, you make sure to give Sylus extra attention, especially when Mephisto is around. (Though you do still sneak him treats when Sylus isn’t looking.)

[nottsangel]

Bsf theo bullying you into cockwarming before bed. 🫠

bsf!theo is too much of a sweetheart in my eyes so i changed it to brothers bsf!theo if that’s ok <3 n i hope the italian in this makes sense lmao sorry if it doesn’t !!!

“hey, where’s the—” theo begins as he suddenly bursts into your room, but his words quickly trail off and his eyes widen, a smirk tinged with disbelief spreading across his face. you squeal in shock, instantly jerking your hand away from between your legs and hastily pulling your skirt down, covering your dripping, exposed cunt. meanwhile, pornographic sounds echo through the room from the speakers of your phone, which you clumsily dropped in panic.

“what the fuck is your problem?! you fucking asshole! leave!” you yell with narrowed eyes and a tight jaw, your cheeks on fire as you can feel your heart pounding in your throat. you try to reach for your phone that has dropped to the ground, stretching your arm as far as you can, but theo quickly seizes it right before your eyes. “theo! i swear to fucking—” “dio santo, what the fuck are you watching? fuckin’ disgusting.” theo snarls in disgust, chuckling condescendingly as his eyes are glued to the screen, the loud, pornographic sounds making your cheeks heat up even more.

“theo…. GIVE IT TO ME NOW!” you scream at the top of your lungs as you try to reach for your phone, but he jerks it away right before you can snatch it out of his hand and holds it above his head, staring down at you with an amused, mocking look on his face. you jump up, huffing as you stretch your arms as far as you can, but to no avail. “you better be quiet before your brother hears. you don’t want him to find out that his sweet little sister watches this kind of porn when she’s all alone, huh?”

your breathing quickens out of sheer anger, as if steam could practically come out of your ears while you glare at him with furrowed brows. “i mean, if it was just ‘normal porn’, fair enough. but this… nah, that’s just… fucking embarrassing, porco giuda.” he taunts, nodding disapprovingly as he stares at your screen with a mocking expression of shock on his face. “give. it. back.” “oh, don’t worry. i will give it back to you, piccola.” you let out a sigh of relief, the tense muscles in your body gradually relaxing as you start sit down, but then he speaks again. “but only if you watch more of those videos with me.” “what the f—” “while you sit on my cock.”

you scoff in disbelief, blinking rapidly as you stare at him, thinking he must be joking, yet the same serious, intense expression doesn’t falter from his face, making you realise he’s dead serious. “wha— why the fuck would i want that?” “hm. ‘cause you’re fuckin’ dripping, idiota.” he smugly gestures with his eyes towards your arousal trickling down the insides of your thighs. you look down at where here’s staring and quickly press your legs together, a mix of embarrassment and fury raging through your entire body. “you’re a bit slow sometimes, you know that?”

you’re ready to yell at him again, to call him all the horrible names you can think of, but you don’t— instead, you grab him by his shirt and frustratingly push him onto your bed, causing him to gaze up at you with the cockiest, most arrogant smirk ever, clearly just at surprised by your unexpected behaviour as you are. “don’t think i’m doing this because i want you, alright? it’s just— you just happen to have a dick!” “yeah, yeah. you hate me, i get it. c’mere before i change my mind and tell your brother.”

he grasps your wrist and forcefully pulls you onto his lap, biting his lip as his firm hands wander towards your ass under your skirt, squeezing it roughly. your hands hastily reach down to his crotch, eagerly unbuckling his belt while he shifts his attention to your phone and scrolls through the endless videos, trying to pick the perfect one. “and you know what? maybe i’ll let you move if you’re able to sit still enough while watching them with me.”

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reminder: reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated and keep me motivated. ty! ♡

[cherubcameron]

You grabbed the little wooden pole that held the string for the kitty to play with. Your attention grabbed by her, as you pushed it back and forth. The little kitten trying to catch it with its paws or its mouth. Rafe watched in annoyance. The entire time your attention had been with the little kitten. And not with him.

“Babe?” But you were too engrossed in the kitten to even spare him a glance. “Yeah?”

“You know you could be getting dicked down right now, right?” All you had to say was “mhm” and continued playing with the kitten. He grabbed the wooden pole from you and grabbed the kitten.

“Wheeze! Get your damn cat out of my room!” He held the cat away from him.

“Hey!” You said, annoyed. Wheezie comes in and immediately grabs for her kitten.

“Y/n said she wanted to play with her.” Wheezie said annoyed. You were glaring up at Rafe. Since there wasn’t much Wheezie could do. She left with the crying kitten.

“I hate you sometimes.” You say, Rafe turns abruptly at that. He looks a bit taken aback by your words. “Why cause I didn’t let you play with a cat?”

“Yes! You can’t stand not having my full attention. It was a harmless kitten, Rafe. You didn’t need to snatch it up like that.”

Rafe ran a hand through his hair. Then he crotched down to level with you. “How about I get you, your own cat? Hm?” You look into his eyes for a second and then you sigh. You nod. He places a kiss on your temple. His kiss traveling down to your mouth.

“All better?” He askes, you grab for him and he knows he’s won.