#ryusuke minami

[clairesmangadiary]

[chelseajackarmy]

[funkydandy]

BECK (2004-2005) - Episode 10 [FACE]

[il0v3d14m0nd2]

THIS IS MY MAN IDC

[choujinx]

BECK (2000-2008) by sakuishi harold

[tr4pnests]

runaway love

this is my first proper post i guess! i write but normally just for my eyes, i really enjoyed writing this so i thought i'd share it! please be easy on me... this was so nerve wracking to post.

this has beck and michiko to hatchin themes/influences throughout! they're some of my favourite shows/animanga.

pairing: minami ryusuke x reader

oc x eiji kimura

word count: 713

warnings: cursing.

this is the first mini chapter to the whole kind of story i'm writing! enjoy.

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‘give up. you’re not going to find him.’ nelle said harshly leaning against the door frame looking at your back, watching as you mindlessly shoved items of clothing into your slightly worn out black duffle bag. 

‘i don’t care nelle. he has something of mine that i want b-‘

‘you’re kidding right? you’re going to put your life at risk to get a silly necklace back? do you hear yourself? if you’re going to fucking lie at least make it believable. you sound ridiculous.’ she spat as she walked further into the room, causing you to turn to face her. your eyes had little to no emotion behind them, nelle’s heart to sank as she stared back at you.

she let out a slow sigh. seeing her best friend like this hurt her, she hated that she was still hung up on that coward. she hated him for what he had done to her.

‘i don’t expect you to understand.’ 

‘no i don’t fucking understand y/n, the man left ! he LEFT you for god knows what reason, what’s wrong with you? did all sense just go out the window the second he left? what did he do to you?’ nelle attempted to grab onto your shoulder but you had pushed her away gently.

‘i want my necklace back nelle. i’m going to get it… nothing will stop me from getting it back.’ you look down at your legs for a moment trying to hold back the tears that began to flood your eyes, you take a moment to compose yourself - turning back around to mindless packing.

you knew you were making excuses, you didn’t care about the necklace that much… you were just too embarrassed to say that you had wanted ryusuke back. the only man you have ever loved…disappeared, leaving only a shitty hand written letter saying sorry attached with a polaroid of the two of you at your happiest.

in the photo ryusuke had an arm around you tightly and the other holding the camera, his face was mushed on the side of yours while you smiled at the camera with your arms around his neck. you were sitting in your living room that night drinking and laughing about various things together as you usually did after the dinner you had made for both of you.

you take one last look at the polaroid before shoving it into the bag, zipping it closed, grunting slightly as you put it over your shoulder, slowly walking past your friend almost as if this was the last time you’d be in the same room together. 

‘wait i’m going with y-‘ nelle grabs onto your arm, stopping you from walking any further away from the room.

‘no…nelle…i have to go by my-‘ you struggled to get out as you tried to escape her hold. 

‘i’m not losing you to that man… i’ll…i’ll…kill him before that happens.’ she blurted out, nelle was unsure if that last part was fitting for the moment but she meant it at the bottom of her heart.

you stand by the door frame for a second and begin to laugh. ‘you’ll kill him?’

the sound of your laugh lowered the tension in the room for a moment, allowing the both of you to relax slightly. 

‘yes! that’s what i said! i’ll take eiji’s gun when he’s not looking, find ryusuke and i’ll shoot that son of a bitch for hurting you’ she rambles as she rushes to pack a bag as well which only causes you to laugh hysterically.

‘at least let me give him a hug before you do…’ you smile at her, unaware of the fact you had blown your cover.

‘why would you need to hug him? you just want your necklace back, no?’ nelle smiled back but raised a brow at your comment.

you're taken aback by this and turn to face the door in embarrassment. ‘what are you trying to say? that’s all i’m going for!’

nelle bursts into laughter as she gets up from the ground with her bag. ‘i’m your best friend y/n, i knew what you really meant from the time you decided to leave.’

you huff and walk towards the front door, too embarrassed to continue talking about the situation.

[remedialreviews]

Remedial Rewards 2023

I didn't follow the Academy Awards at all this year, though of course I watched Ryan Gosling's performance of "I'm Just Ken" afterwards. I hardly know or care who was nominated, and was devastated to learn that my worst picture of the year came away with 7 trophies. Truly, these are the Remedial Rewards! In no particular order, then, the winners in my esteem (from 42 watched pictures) are:

Best Picture

Monster

Godzilla Minus One

Past Lives

Perfect Days

Evil Does Not Exist

Best Director

Hirokazu Kore-eda - Monster

Takashi Yamazaki - Godzilla Minus One

Wim Wenders - Perfect Days

Celine Song - Past Lives

Ryuske Hamaguchi - Evil Does Not Exist

Best Lead Actor

Kōji Yakusho - Perfect Days

Ryunosuke Kamiki - Godzilla Minus One

Hitoshi Omika - Evil Does Not Exist

Greta Lee - Past Lives

Cailee Spaeny - Priscilla

Sophie Wilde - Talk to Me

Paul Giamatti - The Holdovers

Emma Stone - Poor Things

Jun Jong-seo - Ballerina

Soya Kurokawa - Monster

Best Supporting Actor

Hinata Hiiragi - Monster

Kuranosuke Sasaki - Godzilla Minus One

Robert Pattinson - The Boy and the Heron

Teo Yoo - Past Lives

Minami Hamabe - Godzilla Minus One

Sakura Ando - Monster

Eita Nagayama - Monster

John Magaro - Past Lives

Arisa Nakano - Perfect Days

Hidetaka Yoshioka - Godzilla Minus One

Best Adapted Screenplay

Takashi Yamazaki - Godzilla Minus One

James Gunn - Guardians of the Galaxy vol. 3

Sofia Coppola - Priscilla

Robert L. Baird, Lloyd Taylor, Troy Quane, Pamela Ribon, Keith Bunin, Marc Haimes, Nick Bruno - Nimona

John Francis Daley, Chris McKay, Michael Gilio, Jonathan Goldstein - Dungeons & Dragons

Best Original Screenplay

Yuji Sakamoto - Monster

Wim Wenders, Takuma Takasaki - Perfect Days

Celine Song - Past Lives

Ryuske Hamaguchi - Evil Does Not Exist

David Hemingson - The Holdovers*

*Pending its plagiarism case

Best Production Design

Suzie Davies - Saltburn

Anri Jojo - Godzilla Minus One

Masato Nunobe - Evil Does Not Exist

Andrés Villagrán - El Conde

Tamara Deverell - Priscilla

Best Cinematography

Linus Sandgren - Saltburn

Yoshio Kitagawa - Evil Does Not Exist

Łukasz Żal - The Zone of Interest

Franz Lustig - Perfect Days

Atsushi Okui - The Boy and the Heron

Best Costume Design

Sophie Canale - Saltburn

Evil Does Not Exist

Wendy Chuck - The Holdovers

Thierry Delettre - The Three Musketeers: D'Artagnan

Stacey Battat - Priscilla

Best Film Editing

Hirokazu Kore-eda - Monster

Ryusuke Hamaguchi, Azusa Yamazaki - Evil Does Not Exist

Clémentine Decremps, Toni Froschhammer - Perfect Days

Paul Watts, Andreas D. Nold - The Zone of Interest

Ryuji Miyajima - Godzilla Minus One

Best Makeup & Hairstyling

Priscilla

Saltburn

Evil Does Not Exist

Barbie

Bottoms

Best Sound

The Zone of Interest

Godzilla Minus One

Evil Does Not Exist

The Boy and the Heron

A Haunting in Venice

Best Visual Effects

Godzilla Minus One

Dungeons & Dragons

Barbie

Salaar: Part 1 - Ceasefire

Best Original Score

Eiko Ishibashi - Evil Does Not Exist

Naoki Sato - Godzilla Minus One

Joe Hisaishi - The Boy and the Heron

Ravi Basrur - Salaar: Part 1 - Ceasefire

RADWIMPS, Kazima Jinnouchi - Suzume

Best Original Song

I'm Just Ken (Barbie)

Kanata Haruka (Suzume)

Prathi Gaadhalo (Salaar: Part 1 - Ceasefire)

Dance the Night (Barbie)

The Ballad of Lucy Gray Baird (The Hunger Games: The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes)

Best Stunts

John Wick Chapter 4

Salaar: Part 1 - Ceasefire

Godzilla Minus One

Dungeons & Dragons

Guardians of the Galaxy vol. 3

[fattymadiy]

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[ryusukeswife]

hey bestie!! could you perhaps do a ryusuke minami x gn! reader that's hurt / comfort? preferably after ryusuke gets his shit wrecked by leon! thank you :)

SWEET

— [ ryusuke minami x gn!reader ]

summary . when you got a call from chiba about ryusuke’s mysterious disappearance, your world was put in shambles. though he was only gone for a few days, it was the scariest 48 hours of your existence. you expected him to have gone to new york unannounced, but when he showed up to your doorstep with cuts and bruises on his face, you knew that there was something lurking below the surface.

contents . hurt & comfort / mentions of blood and bruises / violence / mentions of kidnapping / ryusuke passes it off as “no big deal” but the reader goes bonkers / comfort at the end.

author’s note. i did not expect a beck request this early on! thank you, anon for also being my first ever request. i love ryusuke & i would literally die for him, omfg— reminder that my ask box is open!

How could he had been so careless? That’s what you’ve been asking yourself for longer than you have practically known Ryusuke Minami. No matter what you would say to him, your words would go through one ear, then right out the other one. He would always wave his hand and tell you that he would be “fine” if things ever went wrong. But how could you be so sure about that?

You received a call from Chiba days prior ; him telling you that Ryusuke had mysteriously disappeared and had not left a call on anyone’s phone about his whereabouts. You checked your voice inbox. Nothing. You called his cellphone about 10 times. Nothing. You messaged him frantically and asked if he was alive. No response.

— [ 10 : 45 P.M. , Wed 27th ]

Ray, I know you’re looking at your phone right now. Tell me where the hell you are.

— [ 2 : 34 A.M. , Wed 27th ]

Can you at least give me one answer?

— [ 1 : 23 P.M. , Wed 27th ]

You’re scaring us shitless. This isn’t funny.

— [ 12 : 12 A.M. , Thurs 28th ]

I am once again asking you for some indication that you’re alive.

— [ 9 : 45 P.M. , Thurs 28th ]

Ray, we are getting desperate right now. Please, for the love of god, answer your phone and let any of us know that you’re breathing.

Hours felt like seconds for those last 2 days. Every time your phone rang, you would pick it up to see if there was any message left by Ryusuke. Every time you checked, there would be nothing of the sorts. Koyuki proposed the idea of filing a missing person’s report, but Saku objected the idea and suggested that everyone remained patient.

On Friday night ; almost 2 days after Ryusuke’s disappearance, you received a notification from your cellphone. You turned over in your bed to stare at the screen. A message from Ryusuke :

— [ 12 : 34 A.M. , Fri 29th ]

I’m outside. Let me in.

You jolted up from your bed and ran to the front door, preparing to give Ryusuke a ear full by the time you saw him on the other side of the door. You opened it to something unexpected. Bruises… and blood ; all on his face, the knuckles on his hand blemished, practically forming scabs already. “What the hell happened?” Your voice was stern, but at the same time, full of disquiet about the state he was in.

“Look, I’ll tell you everything if you let me inside. You don’t suppose you have bandages ; band-aids, rubbing alcohol, or anything like that?” Normally, he wasn’t in much of a hurry to patch up his wounds when he would get in tussles with Chiba, or hell, even Eiji in the past. By the way he was struggle to walk with a limp in his leg, it was clear that he was really hurt.

You stepped back from the door and allowed him to walk in, shutting it behind the two of you. “Sit down, I’m pretty sure I have something.” A few minutes later, you walked back to the living room with a half-empty bottle of rubbing alcohol and same white bandages.

You took out a cotton ball from the small package and dabbled some of the substance on it. Ryusuke sat on the sofa absentmindedly, his eyes squinted as you pressed the ball to his y healed scars. “Damn, that stings,” he huffed.

“No shit. You got beaten to a fucking pulp,” you inquired, covering up the tended cut with a bandage, “I let you in my house and I’m patching you up. I think I deserve to know where the hell you’ve been.”

Ryusuke sat in silence, as if trying to ponder what to say— or even how to put the situation into words. Internally, you took humor in the idea that he might’ve pissed off a local gang and got put up for ransom— but pissed them off too much that they decided to just let him go. It sounded like a ‘Ryusuke’ thing to do, after all.

“You’re going to think I’m insane,” he began, “but I got kidnapped by the manager of music in the United States. He was after Lucille.”

“You’re kidding,” you rolled your eyes at him, sliding the piece of cotton over his bleeding knuckles, “you’re messing with me, right?” You adverted your eyes to him, quite literally expecting anything but a serious undertone to his words.

“I swear to god, I’m not!” Ryusuke answered defensively, “do you seriously think that I would disappear and not give you all some kind of warning? That Leon guy — he pointed a gun to my head, y/n!”

Silence filled the room as you retracted the cotton ball, seeing as how the pain that treating Ryusuke’s wounds would come with would supposedly set him off if you continued. “How did you make it out alive?” You asked.

“I…” Ryusuke took a deep breath, “Grateful Sounds ; BECK has to get more audience members than any stage. If not, then we have to disband ; I’ll work under Leon until the day that I’ll probably die.”

“Are you going to tell them that?” You slipped a band-aid on his set of knuckles.

“Fuck no, y/n. Especially not Chiba — he’ll go insane. If I tell them that, then they’re all just going to bail before we can even think about making it big.”

“And what if you don’t? What if they find out at the festival? Is it really worth putting that pressure on them?” You scooted closer to Ryusuke, who was looking down at his sweat pants ; he probably wore them for the last two days, for they were also stained with blood near the heels.

“All of our futures depend on this. Not just mine.” On the outside, Ryusuke might’ve seemed to accept the fact that it would be Becks’ last concert ever, but his face told a whole different story.

“Ray,” you put an arm around his shoulder, “if it makes you feel any better, I think — no, I know that you all have the ability to surpass that goal. It sucks, really. I don’t want you to go back to America. I was just getting comfortable with you.” You laughed. Surprisingly, he laughed too. Though it wasn’t a very enthusiastic one… he laughed.

“Yeah? Well I’m expecting you to be at Stage 3 by 7 P.M. , if not, I just might give up and throw myself off the stage,” he teased.

“No you wouldn’t,” you said with a smile, “no you wouldn’t.”

[pinkt3aa]

haircut

ryusuke minami x fem! reader ♡

contains-cursing,scissors, 1,007 words

“Y’know your hair is getting long….really long”

Ryusuke moved from your touch. Still, though you kept ahold of the long strand in your hair. Being too focused on the band he didn’t even notice how long it had grown. So you thought of it as, if he wasn’t going to do it you would.

“I don’t mind it”

Scooching closer to him on the couch you took a hand full of his hair and examined it with your eyes. “Imma’ cut it”. Your words startled him as he scooted further away on the couch “No it’s fine stop being so demanding!” he squeaked grabbing his hair.

Standing up from your seat on the couch you walked over toward him with a hand on your hip with a stern face. “Oh, so I’m demanding? Because I could’ve sworn that you like me that way other than your other-“

“Okay okay, I'm sorry” the man before you was quick to stand up and follow your league to the restroom with a hand on your hip. “That’s what I thought now, be a dear and get the stool from my vanity, big boy” you turned and patted him on the chest smiling up at him with a smile that could fade in seconds if we tried to put up an attitude.

And he did as he was told bringing the stool into the bathroom. If it was any other guy they would’ve hated your no shit taking personality but ryusuke wasn’t like any other guy. He’d been a player before he met you. A new girl every week kinda guy until he met you. You weren't like those who’d take his shit and shut your mouth because he was hot and a total bad boy.

You were totally different. A good type of different that he’d never change.

Once he’d set the stool down you gave him a peck on the cheek and told him to sit down. In all honestly, you’ve never cut hair before but it didn’t seem all that hard. All you had to do was cut it shoulder length like how he liked it with some scissors and call it a day. Too easy…right?

Draping a towel over his shoulders to keep the hair off his shirt you took a spraying bottle and filled it with water. Spraying fritz of water onto his hair, it became more damp and manageable. Taking a comb you ran it between his hair. “Shoulder length of a little longer?”

“Shoulder is fine, but hey have you ever cut hair before?”

“Yeah that’s why I suggested I’d cut it dumbo”

Yeah, you were nervous, to say the least. You could either accidentally fuck up badly and receive the wrath of your boyfriend's anger or do alright and get a kiss of appreciation. Yup, only two ways you kept repeating in your mind as you ran the comb through his hair. The first chop was scary as it fell onto the towel soundless. Gosh was it a lot of hair you just snipped off

Continuing to run the brush among his hair each cut seemed to become less stressful than the last. While you cut his hair ryusuke closed his eyes peacefully and even began to snore till you woke him up with a flick to the forehead. Combing through his hair a few more times extra you were happy with the result and with time his hair started to dry out and it looked good.

Taking the towel off his shoulders you set it down on the counter along with the comb and scissors and stood in front of ryusuke. With his eyes still closed of course too. Silly ryusuke you chuckled. A Kiss on his head seemed to wake him up though as his eyes widened from the light in the room but soon adjusted.

“You’ finished?”

“Yup” you spoke turning the manual mirror to show him the reveal, “I think it’s pretty good but what about you?”

“I like it” he gleamed pulling your waist closer between his legs with a smile. Reaching out your hands into his hair you admired your work. “See you look like the Ryusuke I know and love” your lips formed a smile

“Wow so I wasn’t your lover for the two months my hair grew long?” He teased

“Nah you were just some rando coming into my house to cuddle” you dismissed with your hands in mock surrender with a giddy smile.

“Shut up” he laughed pulling you into a kiss

✿ ✿ ✿

Later that night when Ryusuke had come home from your house at the brink of dawn he was confronted with a voice that almost scared him half to death due to it being 4 in the morning. “You cut your hair?”

Oh it was Maho

“Nope, it was Y/N. Why’re you up so early again? go to bed fuckface”

“Hey! I get she’s your girlfriend but she’s also my best friend we only hang out 5 times a week now because of you shit head!” She said with a pout adorning her lips

“Well, she's my girlfriend! Go hang out with yukio or somethYukiohe yelled back with an irk on his head

The two argued back and forth not caring about how late it was and had finally decided to call you to see who you’d pick over the other. Ryusuke immediately whipped out his phone dialing your number and put it on speaker. Answering the phone you answered with a groggy voice “what’s up big guy?”

“Who’s better me or ugly ass ryusuke “ she answered for her brother

You couldn’t even respond when they continued to bicker insisting that the other sibling wouldn’t be picked. “Both of you shut up because beck is better and probably fast asleep right now which is what y’all should have done an hour ago!”

beep!

The sound of the call ended creating silence in the room. “Yeah, she’s right good night” Maho called walking to her room. “Bye fuck face”

[sadblu3g1rl]

───※ ·Minami Siblings· ※───

[bellamer]

I like to think that Koyuki has a crush on Ryusuke and admires him a lot, but, although Ryusuke cares so much for Koyuki and would do a lot for him, he doesn't want to form a relationship because of their two year age difference, so Ryusuke tries to keep in platonic.

It's like a Daria and Trent sorta thing and Koyuki will eventually, hopefully, grow out of his crush.

[mdmakki]

"we'll wish this never ends"- ryusuke minami. X

(i'm so proud of this pls just skim through it<3)

laying on ryusukes chest, the rhythmic beat of his heart that vibrates as he sings to you, his guitar that was being played not to long ago cast aside so you could rest comfortably. his arm rubbing soothing patterns up and down your arm as yours did the same on his bare chest.

"hello there, the angel from my nightmare"

you always thought his voice was beautiful, he never listened when you complimented it though. you swear he never listens like you do. every chord he plays, lyric he sings and complaint he speaks you listen. you feel that man only listens when your covered in a layer of sweat above him.

"the shadow in the background of the morgue, the unsuspecting victim"

you did everything and anything for ryusuke. going to nearly every show-no matter if it's down the street or across the world-, giving him lends of money when he needs it, prying bottles of alcohol out of his hand with tears blurring your vision, lying on his behalf to make sure he doesn't get his ass handed to him, even following him to new york when he felt it was all to much. people would say the most ryusuke has done for you is actually remember your birthday this year.

"of darkness in the valley, we can live like Jack and Sally if we want"

moments like these were ones you cherished, ryusuke's dream had him either on stage or in the studio, and you weren't one to stop that dream-if anything you encouraged it-you always came over to ray's house, you'd stay for hours on end and most days you'd sleepover. the thought of leaving being to much to bear. even though he's not a huge help, he'd still have a go at trying to help you with your studying. moments like these were just some of the many you cherish.

"and in the night, we'll wish this never ends, we'll wish this never ends"

your favourite thing about being apart of ryusuke's life was seeing the light in his eyes when he talked to you about a song he's been writing made your heart fill with admiration. and when he told you the latest song he wrote was about you every butterfly that was sleeping in your stomach came to life and flew around every inch of your belly.

“I miss you, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you"

the soothing sound of ryusuke's voice was something you could listen to forever. the first time he gave you a copy of a song he wrote for you was one you'll never forget. it's always been your favourite song since then-if you could get it tattooed in your brain you really would- every day you listen to the playlist he's made full of songs for you.

"where are you? and I'm so sorry"

you would say the most ryusuke has done for you is be there when those people aren't. like right now at 3:16 in the early morning, the stars and moon's reflection rippling off the fishing pond outside the open door. he's here right now when your friends aren't. he's here when those friends are on a vacation in a sunny beach getting day drunk, he's there when they aren't consoling over your upcoming exams. he's there when they claim he's probably off with some groupie.

"I cannot sleep, I cannot dream tonight"

the soothing sound of ryusuke's voice must've had you zoning out for a while. his arm was still running up and down your arm and so was your hand on his chest, he was still singing and beck was still snoring outside. all was the same except your cheeks feel a bit more damp then before. bringing a hand to the area, it felt as if a puddle was on your face. ryusuke wasn't stupid, of course not. he knows well you've been in a world of your own, absent tears falling from your tired eyes. he didn't say anything, he just gently pushed your head back to his chest, keeping that hand on the crown of your head. continuing to sing as even louder sobs started shaking through your body.

'I need somebody and always, this sick, strange darkness comes creeping on, so haunting every time"

people think they know everything. always assuming your something like ray's mother. doing and buying everything for him while he lies back and strums on a guitar. they assume that when he sees him alone in mit-chan's bar that your at his house, washing his clothes and cleaning his floors while he waits for one of his side pieces. they assume ryusuke minami is a good for nothing piece of shit who got lucky in the world just because he can strum together some chords and call it music. they assume your too blinded by his boyish charm and looks too see how much of an ass he is.

"and as I stare, I counted, The webs from all the spiders"

you'd give everything and anything for ryusuke minami. you'd drop everything and move across the world if he told you to, youd sit for hours and play with his hair if it meant he would sleep easy that night. day in and day out you would sit and listen to him play that guitar with those 7 bullet holes that he somehow made sound like heaven. you'd stand in a crowd of sweaty bodies every night if it meant you could see him live his dreams up on those stages.

"catching things and eating their insides, like indecision to call you and hear your voice of treason"

you'd give up everything and anything for ryusuke minami, and you, despite everyone and their mother telling you that he's the worst person they've ever met. they tell you; he makes the girls cry, he never returns the money he borrows, that he's just some kid that lived in america for a while and thinks he's hot shit. you'd give it all for ryusuke minami, and you know- every bone in your body knows- that in the strum of a guitar string, ryusuke minami would give up everything and anything for you and the earth you walk on.

"will you come home and stop this pain tonight? stop this pain tonight"

[ickymichi]

“we’ll wish this never ends”- ryusuke minami. x

(i’m so proud of this pls just skim through it<3)

laying on ryusukes chest, the rhythmic beat of his heart that vibrates as he sings to you, his guitar that was being played not to long ago cast aside so you could rest comfortably. his arm rubbing soothing patterns up and down your arm as yours did the same on his bare chest.

“hello there, the angel from my nightmare”

you always thought his voice was beautiful, he never listened when you complimented it though. you swear he never listens like you do. every chord he plays, lyric he sings and complaint he speaks you listen. you feel that man only listens when your covered in a layer of sweat above him.

“the shadow in the background of the morgue, the unsuspecting victim”

you did everything and anything for ryusuke. going to nearly every show-no matter if it’s down the street or across the world-, giving him lends of money when he needs it, prying bottles of alcohol out of his hand with tears blurring your vision, lying on his behalf to make sure he doesn’t get his ass handed to him, even following him to new york when he felt it was all to much. people would say the most ryusuke has done for you is actually remember your birthday this year.

“of darkness in the valley, we can live like Jack and Sally if we want”

moments like these were ones you cherished, ryusuke’s dream had him either on stage or in the studio. and you weren’t one to stop that dream-if anything you encouraged it-you always came over to ray’s house, you’d stay for hours on end and most days you’d sleepover. the thought of leaving being to much to bear. even though he’s not a huge help, he’d still have a go at trying to help you with your studying. moments like these were just some of the many you cherish.

“and in the night, we'll wish this never ends, we'll wish this never ends”

your favourite thing about being apart of ryusuke’s life was seeing the light in his eyes when he talked to you about a song he’s been writing made your heart fill with admiration. and when he told you the latest song he wrote was about you every butterfly that was sleeping in your stomach came to life and flew around every inch of your belly.

“I miss you, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you”

the soothing sound of ryusuke’s voice was something you could listen to forever. the first time he gave you a copy of a song he wrote for you was one you’ll never forget. it’s always been your favourite song since then-if you could get it tattooed in your brain you really would- every day you listen to the playlist he’s made full of songs for you.

“where are you? and I'm so sorry”

you would say the most ryusuke has done for you is be there when those people aren’t. like right now at 3:16 in the early morning, the stars and moon’s reflection rippling off the fishing pond outside the open door. he’s here right now when your friends aren’t. he’s here when those friends are on a vacation in a sunny beach getting day drunk, he’s there when they aren’t consoling over your upcoming exams. he’s there when they claim he’s probably off with some groupie.

“I cannot sleep, I cannot dream tonight”

the soothing sound of ryusuke’s voice must’ve had you zoning out for a while. his arm was still running up and down your arm and so was your hand on his chest, he was still singing and beck was still snoring outside. all was the same except your cheeks feel a bit more damp then before. bringing a hand to the area, it felt as if a puddle was on your face. ryusuke wasn’t stupid, of course not. he knows well you’ve been in a world of your own, absent tears falling from your tired eyes. he didn’t say anything, he just gently pushed your head back to his chest, keeping that hand on the crown of your head. continuing to sing as even louder sobs started shaking through your body.

“I need somebody and always, this sick, strange darkness comes creeping on, so haunting every time”

people think they know everything. always assuming your something like ray’s mother. doing and buying everything for him while he lies back and strums on a guitar. they assume that when he sees him alone in mit-chan’s bar that your at his house, washing his clothes and cleaning his floors while he waits for one of his side pieces. they assume ryusuke minami is a good for nothing piece of shit who got lucky in the world just because he can strum together some chords and call it music. they assume your too blinded by his boyish charm and looks too see how much of an ass he is.

“and as I stare, I counted, The webs from all the spiders”

you’d give everything and anything for ryusuke minami. you’d drop everything and move across the world if he told you to, youd sit for hours and play with his hair if it meant he would sleep easy that night. day in and day out you would sit and listen to him play that guitar with those 7 bullet holes that he somehow made sound like heaven. you’d stand in a crowd of sweaty bodies every night if it meant you could see him live his dreams up on those stages.

“catching things and eating their insides, like indecision to call you and hear your voice of treason”

you’d give up everything and anything for ryusuke minami. and you, despite everyone and their mother telling you that he’s the worst person they’ve ever met. they tell you; he makes the girls cry, he never returns the money he borrows, that he’s just some kid that lived in america for a while and thinks he’s hot shit. you’d give it all for ryusuke minami, and you know- every bone in your body knows- that in the strum of a guitar string, ryusuke minami would give up everything and anything for you and the earth you walk on.

“will you come home and stop this pain tonight? stop this pain tonight”

[strawberryyyacid]

Beck // Harold Sakuishi

[choujinx]

BECK (2000-2008) by harold sakuishi