#“remember SHINee is always one” ♥

[shineemoon]

"We are all connected. We can't work without each other." –Kim Kibum ♥♥♥♥♥

[appocalipse]

i love you anon, i just love youuu 🥺😭😭😭❤️💕❤️💗❤️ thank you so much, i can’t tell you how much that means to me ♥  | “I always come running back to you.” & “How does it feel to be in love?” & “You can’t keep pretending that didn’t happen okay? Cause it did!” + steve harrington

i.e. you don’t mean to tell steve you love him; you know he’s in love with someone else... too bad you get too drunk to remember that.

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“You look great!”

You force a smile at Nancy, who’s half-huddled with Steve at his front door, and give her a quick side-hug as a greeting. The two of them take in your witch costume with curious, affectionate eyes, smiling big smiles, eyes bright with genuine joy. They are your friends.

You’re hiding your feelings, as always. They’re none the wiser, as always.

Even your smile is carefully designed for this party. You've gotten incredibly good at this — the fake and forced smiles designed to divert attention, to avoid the questions you don't want to answer, that you can’t answer. They’re made to avoid suspicion of the feelings that run down the depths of your heart — feelings that shouldn’t exist, feelings that you should have suffocated a long time ago.

You mumble a thank you for her compliment — Nancy’s words are genuine, and it’s not her fault you love someone who doesn’t love you back. 

“Come in, there’s food and drinks in the kitchen,” Steve still has an arm loosely around Nancy’s waist. It’s second nature; he’s practically shining with the joy of having her within arm's length, absentmindedly, so completely comfortable.

“Okay.”

He smiles, as he has for the past ten years; a kind, simple smile, without needing to hide anything. He’s happy. With her. And somehow, you have to be okay.

It’s only 2 hours later and you’re drunk — not beyond reason, you think, because you’re careful enough not to let yourself cross a line that could make you spill your secrets. But you are drunk; drunk enough to climb out Steve’s window to take a seat on the roof, hand firmly around a half-full bottle of cheap beer.

One lonely tear runs down your cheek, slowly, too small in comparison to everything it holds and means. You wipe it away with the back of your hand, tell yourself it’s the alcohol. 

The beer is getting warm and you hate the taste against your tongue. Still, you go for another sip.

“What are you doing up there?”

Steve’s head appears out the window. Perfect hair, perfect smile, same warm brown eyes. He's alone now. You don’t know if that’s good or bad — probably the latter, cause your heart, broken as ever, skips a beat.

You only glance in his direction, afraid your eyes might be red from the tears trying to take form. “I needed some air.”

He climbs after you. Of course he does. There's familiarity in the way he sits down beside you, legs and shoulders brushing lightly against yours before he settles down.

You fight the urge to get up and run away.

“Where’s Nance?” you ask, in hopes of filling the silence more than anything.

“Downstairs, getting a drink.”

“Oh,” feeling selfish and guilty, you wonder if there will come a day when you will not think about hearing him say the words we broke up. 

The silence stretches and now it’s uncomfortable. For you, at least. Silences are always complicated with Steve; he looks at you, eyes curious, and you go for another sip only to find the bottle empty. Unrequited love tastes bad, and you want to wash away the taste with anything alcoholic, anything to make you forget.

“How many of these did you have?” Steve gently grabs the empty bottle from your hands, a hint of worry in his eyes. You feel yourself getting smaller under his stare.

“Uh, two, I think?"

Four, actually, but that's not what he wants to hear.

"You had one when you arrived and one when your sister arrived,” he brings his fingers up to count, “and then I saw you getting this one about ten minutes ago, when you, me, and Nancy were dancing in the living room.”

The memory, though pretty recent, brings a sharp pain to your chest.

“Come on, isn’t that your favorite song?” Nancy had shouted across the room then, wide smile and arms outstretched for you.

Did she really have to be that nice? It would have been much easier if you could hate her.

“Right, I had three beers,” you shrug absentmindedly, an easy smile on your lips — you’re convincing. Steve eats the lie up. But, just to be sure you’re not going to ruin his night by making him worry, you say, “I think I had enough for tonight.”

“That’s probably wise,” he says nonchalantly. “Though you handle your alcohol better than Nance.”

“I handle my alcohol better than you,” you smirk.

“Oh, sure thing you do.”

Steve bumps his shoulder into yours playfully.

“Is Nancy okay though?”

“Yeah, she barely had anything to drink today. There is this other party we went to a few weeks ago, though…” he leans back on his palms, probably fishing said memory from his mind, lips twisting into a fond smile as he does so, “...she had to sleep over so her mom wouldn’t see her in that state. Got me worried sick.”

You smile as well. You had your own fair share of memories of drunk nights and Steve’s soothing hand on your back as you threw up. You try not to think about Nancy sleeping over at his place — even though you know she does from time to time. She’s his girlfriend, for God’s sake. And you know for a fact they do much more than just sleep.

After a while, you look at him and think out loud, unable to stop yourself from doing so, “She makes you so happy.”

It’s not a question — you can see it’s the truth. But still, Steve looks at you, eyes full of painfully unmistakable love, and nods, “She makes me the happiest I’ve ever been.”

It’s no different than getting a knife through the heart, you’re sure. 

“I’ll go get Nancy, okay?” you offer, fake smile taking its rightful place on your face. “I’ll be right back.”

He nods and gives you an unsuspecting smile, thinking you’d get her and the three of you could have a moment to yourselves; his two favorite people in the entire world. But when the door opens a few minutes later, though, Nancy comes in on her own, saying you had gone home for the night.

“How does it feel like to be in love?”

It’s a silly question, fueled by the welcoming night breeze against your cheeks and the warmth of Steve’s body beside you, and you realize it so, but now you’ve already asked — the cat’s out of the bag. 

Steve’s head snaps up, his brows furrowing in confusion. “What do you mean? You have been in love before, right?”

You two are lying on the ground, old blanket under your bodies, in your backyard; It's your last night in this house and the idea of spending it watching the stars at your favorite part of the property came from Steve.

“I mean…with someone that loves you back. Like…dating them.”

You feel silly. At least is dark enough that he’s not able to see your flushed face clearly.

“Uh, it’s…it’s really nice,” you can tell there’s a smile forming on his face just from how his voice sounds. “It’s like everything is at peace when you’re with that person, like…you’re home, you know? Comfortable,” he is, of course, talking about Nancy. They’re more than steady now. She would probably have been with you two right now if she didn’t have a test coming up the next day.

“I-I don’t really know how to explain,” Steve chuckles, and you can tell he’s somewhat embarrassed. The sound seems to echo inside your chest, your heart aching. “But why are you asking me that? You’ve been in love before and I know for a fact guys have been in love with you too.”

“That’s not true.”

“What? Of course it is. Even right now I know there’s a bunch of guys at school dying to take you out on a date.”

“That’s not love, Steve,” you argue, trying not to sound too disappointed at how he seems completely unbothered by the perspective of you going out with someone else. 

“It’s like drowning.”

“What?”

You’re in the bathroom. Steve, having just rescued your drunk self from a dancing performance on the kitchen table, is staring down at you with utmost concern, hands on your shoulders in order to take a good look at your face. But now he’s also confused. You’re not making any sense.

“Being in love,” you explain, as if this clarifies everything. “You said it was like feeling at home with someone and shit, but being in love with you feels like fucking drowning.”

Steve freezes; he’s sure his heart just stopped beating. It’s now in his throat. He swallows it back down and says, voice hoarse, “Being…what?”

“I can’t breathe, my chest aches and I feel helpless. Love sucks, Steve.”

“Y/N-”

He’s too stunned to do anything when you push him away, his hands falling from your shoulders as you do so. 

"Y/N,” you move past him, hand reaching for the doorknob, and Steve panics; he reaches forward and grabs your wrist, “Wait! Wait, you-”

There’s knocking at the door. Loud, insistent knocking. Steve looks back and forth between you and the doorknob, tempted to ignore it completely — but it’s impossible because the knocking only grows louder, and now he’s hearing a voice from the other side, and he recognizes it…your sister. Shit.

He unlocks the door. “Bianca-”

“What happened?” she asks, but he has a feeling she’s not talking about you; the look on his face does not go unnoticed, he’s sure. She’s smart, and he must look like he just saw a ghost.

Steve somehow masters the ability to speak again in a matter of seconds. “She’s, uh, drunk. Really drunk.”

“I’ll drive her home.”

He wants to intervene when Bianca grabs your hand and starts for the door — but what plausible reason does he have to do so? 

Was it really a confession?

Do I want it to be?

You knew he was with Nancy, that things were going great with her, so why would–

“Steve,” Bianca calls from the door, a look on her face that he doesn’t understand. Then it softens, and he sees — it’s concern. “Are you okay?”

He just stands there awkwardly, his brain half shut off, the words you said echoing inside his mind.

And yet, he nods.

“Yeah,” he says. “Just get her home safe, okay?”

“She's perfect. Absolutely, completely perfect.”

It's been a week. A week since your drunk self opened your mouth to tell Steve you loved him. Well...pretty much that. You two didn’t exchange a single word ever since.

“No one is perfect, Y/N,” Bianca, now the face of wisdom itself, argues calmly.

You ignore her. “She’s not only beautiful and smart, which would already be hard enough to compete with, but she’s also very kind and funny, and, and- hell, I even like her! She’s so fucking nice it hurts. And now I went and drunk confessed to her boyfriend of all people.”

Bianca is folding clean clothes and sorting them into piles; your clothes, hers, mom's. The fact that you’ve moved from a great neighborhood to this much smaller house doesn’t seem to have affected her in the least.

She makes a face at you, who's lying on your back, staring miserably at the ceiling. 

“You can't avoid him forever.”

“Watch me.”

“I told him you would come back today, you know, from your imaginary trip.”

Your head snaps up so fast you could have broken your neck. “You did what?”

"What? You couldn't stay at Nana's forever, you know? Classes start next week. Steve wouldn't have believed it anyway."

You grab the nearest pillow and press your face into it, muffling your next words. “What if he comes here?”

“Then you talk to him.”

“I hate you.”

“No, you don't,” Bianca takes the pillow away from you, and there's a fond smile on her face when she says, “You'll have to talk to him eventually. It's not the end of the world.”

“What am I even supposed to say? He has a girlfriend! And she's my friend. Do you think he told her? Do you think she’s mad?”

“Jesus,” she throws the pillow at your head. You dodge. “Just pretend you don't remember. He won't say anything if you do.”

You hate that she's right — and she usually is. The following week, when Steve and Nancy approach you while you put some books in your locker at school, he doesn't say anything out of the ordinary and she looks as calm and nice as ever.

Nancy asks if you’d like to study with her later; biology test, her house at seven. You say yes. And just like that, things seem to go back to normal.

“It's not your fault, Steve.”

It's three in the morning and he's sitting on the edge of your bed, shoulders painfully hunched, gaze downcast.

We broke up. You had finally heard those words. It was the first thing he said as he climbed through your bedroom window. But those words didn't make you feel good at all.

In fact, you don't know if you’ve ever felt this bad in your entire life — not even when he told you he was in love with Nancy for the first time.

“It kinda feels like it is my fault.”

You approach Steve and give his shoulder what you intend to be a reassuring squeeze. The artificial height difference is kind of weird — he's sitting and you're standing. “She was just drunk, Steve. I’m sure she didn’t mean anything she said.”

He looks at you with enough intensity to make the hairs on the back of your neck prickle. “You think drunk people don’t tell the truth?”

You know exactly what he's thinking. Well, at least it's in that night in the bathroom you're thinking about, even if it was so long ago.

“I know Nancy would never be that cruel if she was sober,” you continue, trying your best to sound encouraging.

“I’m not… talking about Nancy.”

You sigh. It is suddenly very difficult to maintain eye contact.

“I always come running back to you,” his voice drops to a whisper, but it's more than loud enough to be heard in the silence of the night. “Don’t I?”

You try to ignore the shiver that runs through you, shrugging your shoulders in what you hope looks like a relaxed move, smile on your face to go along with it. “Well, what are friends for?”

“Friends?”

Don't ask me that, you want to say, you're just sad and a little drunk. But you can't get a word out, because Steve abruptly stands up and kisses you, a hand gently cupping one side of your face.

And you feel everything, everywhere, all at once — for a brief second, it’s like your brain just…shuts off. Blissfully. And only a brief second is how long you let it last before you’re stumbling backward, hands firm against his chest; still stunned, still breathing heavily, lips still parted.

This is not how it was supposed to go — you’re not seeking to be second option. Not Steve’s, not anyone’s.

“What the hell, Steve?”

He retreats as if he just got burned. “I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I-”

“I’m-” you’re so frustrated you feel like you could pull all of your hair out of your head right this instant. “This is not-”

Steve runs a hand through his hair, hard enough to mess it up; he's nervous. Anyone would be able to tell, but to you is especially obvious. He looks guilty. So guilty you almost, almost soften.

“Forget it,” you manage to say, backing up to the door, avoiding his gaze. “Just…forget it. Go to sleep.”

“But you-”

“I'll sleep with Bianca.”

You slam the door after you, too frustrated to think twice before doing so.

Steve is watching as you play beer pong of all things. He's only drinking water now — your smile and the sound of your laughter are intoxicating enough for tonight, he thinks, feeling nothing but sorry for himself.

You two were back to being just friends after that night. He’d never imagine such a thought would even cross his mind — just friends, as in I want to be more. Steve shouldn't want to. But that doesn't mean he doesn't think about that night, that kiss, often. More often than he should, for sure. Even though he knows he shouldn't, because that was the deal — not a word about it from that moment on and you and him would be fine. Just like that.

Your words, not his — but he found himself nodding in agreement when you had said them.

Sometimes Steve is an idiot.

You pick up the next ball with deft fingers and throw it to the other side of the table. Steve watches as it lands straight in one of the cups. The crowd surrounding you erupts in shouts and whistles — you've won. Again.

The boy you just beat at the game — Brett, Brian, Bob? Steve isn't sure, but he'd shared a few classes with him, he’s pretty sure — comes around the table and holds out his hand to you, playing nice, too fucking nice. Steve can see what he's thinking when you accept his outstretched hand and give him a sunny smile. B-something squeezes your hand gently, then leans closer to your ear, cheek to cheek, and says something that makes you laugh.

Steve has common sense. He does. But he doesn't think about using it until he's crossed the entire room and stopped right next to the two of you…and then it's too late.

“Can we talk?” he asks, looking straight at you; the world around him seems to no longer exist until he does what he has to do.

That carefree smile fades from your face. You’re worried and suddenly Steve has your undivided attention. He has the decency of feeling guilty for being happy about it.

“Did something happen?”

“No, no, it's just…” He doesn't quite know what he's doing, and the loud music isn't helping. “Can we talk outside for a minute?”

Bad ideia. Very bad idea, indeed.

Of course you say yes. When had you learned how to say no to Steve Harrington?

There's a little voice in your head saying there's a really cute boy interested in you and you're turning your back on him. For Steve. Again.

Steve. That you're trying to get over. And you ignore that little voice, whisper a quick goodbye to Brad and trail after Steve. Once again.

You two end up near his car, parked across the street, from where you can still hear the faint beat of music and loud voices, but at an obviously much lower volume. There’s room for conversation.

Conversation that doesn't happen. Instead, Steve starts pacing back and forth. Slowly. Unnerving all the same.

“Steve,” you call out, grabbing his arm to stop his neverending pacing. 

“Hm?”

“You're freaking me out.”

He looks at you like it's the first time he’s seen your face. Then he looks down at his own arm, where your hands are still wrapped around it, and you instinctively pull them away, feeling like you got caught doing something you shouldn’t.

“Do you remember when we went to that party at Lisa’s?” he finally says.

Vividly. “A little bit, yeah.”

“You were dancing on the table and I took you down and to the bathroom cause I thought you would throw up, but you didn't. And then you said…”

He trails off and you take a deep, deep breath.

“I don't really remember-”

“Yes, you do. You do remember ‘cause you avoided me like the plague for the next week.”

“I didn't avoid you,” you lie. And maybe it's the alcohol — what little you had that night — slowing your mind down, but you don't sound the least bit convincing. “I was at Nana's.”

He scoffs, shakes his head. “No, you weren't.”

“And how would you know that?”

“Because, unlike you, I actually went there.”

Now that's something you're not expecting.

“You did what?”

“I wanted to talk to you,” it feels like Steve’s gaze is touching you, solid, physically running over your skin. You take a step back, overwhelmed, leaning your back against the side of his car and crossing your arms — a silly attempt to put a safe distance between you and him, between friendship and love  — a line that’s been blurred a for a long time now. 

“But when I got there and didn’t find you,” he keeps going, “I realized you didn’t want to talk to me… so I gave you space.”

“Space?”

“Yeah,” he puts his hands in his pockets as if he’s unsure about what to do with them. He takes an experimental step towards you… “About those things you said…”

You don’t even have to think about what you're going to say before your mouth opens and a hurried mess of words comes out. “We don’t need to talk about that.”

“Maybe I do.”

Your throat seems to be closing. “Steve-”

“Did you mean what you said?”

“It doesn't matter."

You can’t bare to look at him.

Another step, voice soft.

“It matters to me.”

He’s closer. Even under the dimly lit road, you can now make out most of his features, his freckles, the way his eyes shine with something you're not quite used to seeing there.

You shouldn't. You know you shouldn't.

But you ask anyway.

“Why?”

You straighten your posture, body going so tense you fear your spine might snap at any given moment.

“Because… I wish you did mean it.”

And enough is enough. Your head is spinning, your mouth agape with shock, the words you don't say hanging heavy in the air between you two; and you start for the house, for the safety of the party where Steve couldn't try to break into your heart again.

As if there was even a small part in there that didn't belong to him.

But you barely take two steps forward before he grabs your arm, touch firm but gentle - always gentle.

And his tone...his tone is frustrated, hurt. "You can’t keep pretending that didn’t happen okay? Cause it did!"

And it's driving me crazy, he doesn't say.

"You know what else happened?" you shout back, anger and humiliation mixing together into something ugly, something wild. "You kissed me!"

"And you said you loved me!"

"I do!"

Steve might as well have been slapped across the face. It stings the same. He stares back at you for a good five seconds, eyes going wide and body frozen in place.

His mouth opens. Closes. He doesn't manage a single word.

"Now you're just being cruel," you jerk your arm away.

One look at your face tells him you're about to cry and, oh God, what has he done?

You turn on your heel and start walking away. This time, not toward the house, but following the empty street; leaving.

This time, it feels like you're leaving for good.

Panic rises to his throat. "Wait! Wait-"

"I was wrong," you only turn your head to look at him, eyes glossy with tears you don't let fall. "We can't be friends, Steve. We really can't."

And you keep walking.

pt 2!

a/n: you asked for a drabble and i wrote this huge ass oneshot lol sorry, i hope it’s okay. i got inspired by some real life events </3 

not proofread, but is it ever? requests are open!

[airbendertendou]

WANNA SEE YOU SHINE! ♥︎ suzaki ryo

synopsis : purge au , ryo isn't quite how you remember him to be. but, he's always kind to you. this was highly inspired by @seijorhi 's tokyo revengers piece!

content warning : a purge au so this is a darker one , murder , gore , gross comments , unwanted gestures / comments , reader is in horrible company , Peach is a made-up character , inevitable death [not related to the reader] , kinda yandere-ish ,

song inspo ; stargirl interlude by the weeknd ft lana del rey

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Sweat drips down your forehead as you reshelve the food you’d been asked to. Taking a deep breath, you peek at the clock — only three more hours until closing. You closed early today, of course. 

When the clock struck seven today, the world would no longer be safe.

The door opens with a ding, causing you to stop what you were doing and welcome the customer in. It was a group, all casually chatting while looking for snacks. You stand straight and prepare to greet them — your voice catches in your throat. Something about the last person seems so familiar ; so welcoming to you.

A girl with orange hair spots you and turns your way. “You work here, right?” You nod, peeling your eyes away from the red coat and shoulder length hair. She grins, “great! Can you guide me to the chocolate aisle?”

At her words, the rest of the group turns to face you. You lead the way, showing her your preferred sweets and answering questions with a practiced smile. The group disperses, leaving to do their own thing. That comforting, familiar face is standing in front of you now, waiting for your attention to be solely on him.

“Suzaki,” you say. “Suzaki Ryo. You’re back.”

His dull, unchanging face contorts into a soft smile at your words. Eyes travel down your tired, overworked form — you adjust and clear your throat in embarrassment. His smile falls, “are you alright, [name]?”

Words leave your mind at the sound of his voice. It’d been so long — so many years had passed since you last heard his voice. He calls your name once more, eyes drooping into a worried gaze. You shift on your feet, “um, I’m okay. Everyone’s preparing for tonight, you know?”

“Tonight?” Ryo tilts his head before nodding slowly. “The Purge they call it, right?” You nod, fingers intertwining and locking your mind onto something else. He smiles at your habit, remembering the times before when you’d act that way, too. “You’ll be safe tonight, won’t you?”

“I’ll be with Peach,” you admit. Your nose crinkles in distaste before you smooth your face out, plastering on your customer service smile instead. “I think we’re staying with Amagi this year. You still talk, right? You’ll be there?”

Ryo’s eyes narrow at the names. Peach — your old friend who would always take advantage of you. Amagi — his old friend who used him tirelessly. They were quite the match ; Suzaki’s beyond surprised it took them this long to get together. “Sure,” he hides his thoughts with a smile, “I’ll be there.”

Your conversation is interrupted by his group as they push their way between you. One guy with blue highlights shoves you to the side thoughtlessly — you don’t see the glare Ryo sends his way. Clearing your throat again, you lead them to the register to check them out. 

Ryo lingers outside as his friends leave, his eyes watching as you get back to work quickly. Calloused, blistered hands scrub at the counter endlessly before you’re quickly sweeping the floor. You go to clean the window when you meet his gaze — Ryo only waves before turning to leave.

Poor thing, he thinks to himself. You’re working yourself to the bone just to survive. Not anymore, he reassures himself. You won’t have to tire yourself out anymore. I’ll take care of you.

——♥︎——

Shoveling pieces of clothing into your overnight bag, you think back to earlier, when Ryo walked into the convenience store. Seeing him again was strange ; exciting and overwhelming at the same time. Last you heard, Ryo and his dad moved overseas for better opportunities. 

That wasn’t true. His father worked himself to death, so Ryo ran. It was no coincidence he popped back up on Purge day. 

You knew Amagi and Peach would have all anyone would need in their mansion. However, the thought of using their things and therefore owing them— it made you nauseous. 

Taking a deep breath, you mentally prepare yourself. You’d be surrounded by rich, entitled assholes for twelve ongoing hours while trusting their security system would keep you safe. At one point, they would irritate you so bad that you’d want to take your chance with the streets. 

Suzaki will be there, you remind yourself. If Suzaki is there, I won’t be alone.

——♥︎——

The Amagi mansion greets you, hiding in the woods just out of reach of the street. Cars are empty from the road, hidden in garages and who knows where else for the upcoming night. It’s almost seven, so you need to rush ; need to hurry inside before the door is locked for good. Peach’s laughter echoes onto the street — you grimace and force yourself to step inside. 

“COMMENCING THE SIREN, ANY AND ALL CRIME, INCLUDING MURDER, WILL BE LEGAL FOR TWELVE CONTINUOUS HOURS.”

Sirens hit the empty street, the world pausing as people prepare for the worst. You swallow, ignoring the champagne that was offered to you. Even with laws intact, you’d refuse any drink coming from this group. 

“How dull,” a voice interrupts the silence. Amagi leans forward on his lavish sofa, watching the wall of monitors he had installed. “No one’s screaming yet. Did they not hear the announcement?”

Another reason you didn’t want to stay here — the Purge was used for their own amusement. While the group you were in would never dare to participate — they wouldn’t survive — watching others slaughter each other was their monthly entertainment. 

Peach sighs, “the hour just started, honey. It might take a while.” She rubs his shoulder, leaning her lips close to her ear to whisper to him. You can see her tongue peak out and lap against his ear — you hold back the urge to gag and look away in disgust.

Ryo is absent from the house — he’s not coming, you discover. He hadn’t shown up at all ; no one mentioned him coming by. It makes you uncomfortable ; makes your throat itch at the thought of them possibly leaving him on the streets to die.

You glance at Amagi’s sleazy grin as Peach rubs the inside of his thigh. “I saw Suzaki today. Did you know he was back?”

“That loser really came back?” Amagi all but shoves Peach away, murky eyes staring into yours. A snarl curls his lips as they tremble — with laughter or anger, you don’t know. “Pathetic. Thought he’d die off by now.”

You always wondered what happened between them. Up until high school, Ryo would follow Amagi endlessly. And then, one day, he was gone. Amagi would only spit out how much he hated the boy ; how he wished a miserable and lifeless future for his former friend. He never told Peach — even with the endless nights between them both.

Back then, Ryo came to say goodbye to you. He looked exhausted, bags puffed under his eyes and his nails chewed down to the cuticle. A gash was wrapped around his wrist — you cleaned it as his puppy eyes stared at you.

“You’re leaving.”

“I need to,” Ryo says. His voice is soft ; throaty as if he’d been screaming for hours. He closes his hand into a fist, flexing and moving his fingers to see how injured his wrist was. His gaze meets yours, “I’ll be back.”

One of Peach’s friends offers you a drink, bringing you back to reality again. You take it, just so they would stop shoving it your way. You wouldn’t take even a tiny sip, instead pouring small amounts into someone else’s glass.  

Amagi’s gaze is still on you — you can feel his eyes burning into your skin as Peach tries to distract him. You watch a monitor mindlessly, sweeping across the silent and desolate street. Sighing, you tuck your chin into the palm of your hand.

You’d love to do anything else ; to be anywhere else. 

“You look tense, [name].” Amagi speaks up. His tone is intense, cruel intentions crawling from darkened eyes. He grins, ignoring the kisses that Peach settles on his neck. “Want someone to help you relax? You can have more than one, if you want.”

At his words, his friends cheer joyfully. One starts thrusting into the air, hooting with laughter. Another winks your way as she lowers her shirt to further show her cleavage. Your arm is tugged harshly to the right, your back hitting the couch as the back of your shirt is grabbed. Peach watches on boredly — your friend wouldn’t dare speak up against her fiance.  

It wouldn’t matter if you said no. Especially not tonight, but not any other night, either. 

Movement on a top monitor catches your attention. A figure is stumbling, almost to a crawl as they enter the street. You squint, moving from the unwanted touches and closer to the screen. Your mouth falls into a gasp, “Ryo?”

The red jacket on his shoulders is bright in the streetlights, beckoning any attacker to come closer. He leaves a trail of darkened splotches behind on the concrete, a puddle forming where he collapses. Amagi sits up at the name, inching closer to the screen. Pressing a button or two, he maximizes the video Ryo stars in. A malicious, evil grin spreads onto his face.

“Finally,” Amagi laughs, “he’ll die like the dog he is. In the streets, covered in his own shit.”

You gulp at his words. Amagi wasn’t going to offer refuge ; he wasn’t going to allow Ryo into his home and keep him safe. Your gaze bounces to Peach — she’s dropped to her knees in front of him, begging for his attention. He just watches the screen giddily. 

The people around you wouldn’t help, either. They wouldn’t dare to go against Amagi’s orders — not for a flea like Suzaki Ryo. Not for his childhood friend that left. Someone is still vying for your affections, the type Amagi offered for you, as they rub themselves on you. 

You take in a deep breath, focusing on the screen where Ryo lays on the street. The room goes silent, your ears ringing as you watch him writhe in pain. Everything vanishes — you could do something. You could save him. He promised to come back, and he did. 

Sound comes back in a rush, laughter and moans heating up the room around you. 

Quickly, you stand and leave the couch — you leave the room and hear no complaints for your actions. Your shoes are taken off and placed to the side — your footsteps would be silent, and no one would be able to find you now. Hastened steps patter their way to the front door ; up from the safe room in the basement, past Amagi’s self portrait, to the right of the kitchen. Shaky hands unlock the front door as fast as they can.

Cold air whips into your face. You breathe in the freshness of it ; you bask in the sound of crickets and the absence of sound. You look around warily — there’s no one around except a whimpering, wounded Suzaki Ryo.  

“Come on,” you call to him quietly. You sling his arm around your shoulder and assist him to hobble into the house. Right on the threshold, you can see Amagi snarling as he rushes the door to close and lock. To no avail — you pull Ryo in with you just in time. You set him against a wall, right under the window. “Made it.”

“What the fuck,” Peach hisses. She stands in front of her friends — the richer ones, the ones she deemed valuable — shielding them from the man you brought in. “Do you realize what you just did? Why did you bring in a flea?”

“It’s Suzaki,” you breathe, “we know him.”

Amagi stands over his former friend, staring down at him emotionlessly. His face is devoid of anything — even the usual hatred he doesn’t hide. He tilts his head, “what a pity. Would’ve been nice to watch someone slit his throat.”

They all leave without another word, sending glares your way. The basement’s safe room is locked ; they make it known that you’ve been locked out and uninvited. 

Suzaki wheezes out from the floor, “sorry. Didn’t mean to mess things up for you.”

“Don’t even worry about it.” You crouch to help him stand, guiding to one of the bathrooms in the house. Settling him on the closed toilet lid carefully, you take in a breath. “Let’s get you cleaned up and brand new, hm?”

Delicately, you take Ryo’s shirt off ; pull his tanktop up and over his head, careful to not disturb the gash across his torso. He stares at you, eyes sparkling and wide as you grab peroxide and antibacterial gel.

“It’s not too deep,” you speak up. You can hear the group below, their insults and joy vibrating against the walls. “No stitches needed. Good thing — I can’t sew.”

A smile lifts up the right side of Ryo’s mouth. You clean his wound gently, a soaked cotton ball swiping any germ or blobs of blood away. As you apply the gel, your tongue pokes out slightly. Ryo watches you fondly, “this reminds me of when we were in school.”

You smirk, “what, when I’d save your ass a trip to the hospital?”

He laughs — you try not to watch his chest as he does. Grabbing gauze, you wrap it around his torso a few times ; not too tight, but not too loose. Ryo’s eyes stay on you as you move. “You would always take care of me. Even when your friends were worse than mine.”

“We’d look out for each other.” You correct him. You shuffle his tank top back down his body, sitting in silence as you avoid his gaze. “That’s what people like us do.”

Ryo slumps in his seat, his voice growing quiet. “People like us?”

You smile, but it isn’t warm or happy. It’s accepting — sad and empty. “People who have to work to survive.”

A rattle shakes the house — you and Ryo simply stare at each other before you make a move. Peach is coming up the stairs as you exit the bathroom, your face mirroring the confusion on hers. Another rattle — the front door is shaking.

“Yoo-hoo!” A voice sings teasingly. Ryo makes his way to you, his jacket slung precariously over his shoulders as he holds his torso with his right arm. Amagi is spitting orders in the basement — he sounds terrified. “We know you’re in there. Come out and play.”

Silence. And then, a bang against the front door as a new voice calls out. “Come outside, rich bitch!”

Tensely, you reach behind you and grab Suzaki’s hand. Stomping is heard on the stairs as Amagi guides his friends to the front door. His eyes are on fire as you pass by him, red-tinted and furious. He glares at the man behind you, “this better not have anything to do with you.”

You let out a breath as you push Ryo to the safe room, eyes dancing from screen to screen. A face pops out of nowhere — one covered in a Ghostface mask. You jump, bumping into Ryo as you do. You look at him from over your shoulder, “they didn’t attack you, did they?”

“No,” he shakes his head. “I wasn’t attacked by anyone. I was… trying to get between an unfair fight.”

You smile despite the situation. “Playing the hero as always.”

“People need to be protected,” he replies simply. Ryo walks over to the wall of monitors, clicking and scrolling expertly. Though, growing up with Amagi probably taught him everything he needed to know. More people are found around the Amagi mansion, waiting for a door to unlock. Ryo’s voice carries into the air, “people like you.”

You blink, “like me?”

Ryo’s mouth tilts as he looks down at the monitors’ control center. He lets out a laugh through his nose before his eyes meet yours. “People who are soft ; kind.” Ryo looks down again, “you’re the one I want to protect the most. You were always my favorite, you know.”

A bang hits the house once more, Peach’s scream echoing with it. You can hear one of her friends insist they just go outside and start shooting — they should just get rid of the strangers while they can. A flurry of footsteps rebounds against the stairs, hurriedly burrowing your way. Ryo takes you into his arms quickly, moving you both out of the way.

“I’ll show them,” he mutters. It’s one of Amagi’s friends — one who tried to get you alone. His eyes are frantic, spit piling at the corner of his mouth as he speaks to himself. “I’ll go out there and tear them all down. Amagi will notice me, then.”

The house’s defenses are down before you can stop him.

Amagi flies down the stairs, trying frantically to get the security systems back up. He clicks every button he sees. The house goes silent as the walls whir, the defenses going back into place. It has to be enough, you bite your lip, hand intertwined with Ryo’s as you tighten your hold. Please, let us be safe. 

A window upstairs shatters, high-pitched screaming mirroring the sound. 

The sound of scraping is the first thing you pick up. The safe room’s door is closed and locked tight, ensuring your safety. You don’t feel safe, though. Everyone watches in silence as the door’s handle twists left then right. You gulp, hiding the shaking of your hand by holding tighter onto Suzaki’s. 

 A bang hits the door, causing everyone to jump in unison. A harrowing, mean cackle breaths against the door. “I know you’re in there,” they call, “let us in so we can play.”

“Fuck off!” Amagi’s friend calls out arrogantly. Amagi rushes to the man, holding his hand against his mouth tightly. There are tears in the bully’s eyes — he has no chance if the safe room is breached. His friend fights him until he’s free to speak, “we’ll kill you be—!”

A body falls to the floor. A girl with lilac hair trembles, champagne falling down her arm as the bottle she holds is in half. The man on the floor bleeds from his head — you don’t think he’ll make it. She drops the half-empty bottle, scurrying to wipe the alcohol off of her person. 

The masked person outside cackles again, “attacking each other now? Let us join in, won’t you?”

Ryo’s thumb rubs against your knuckles and it’s all you can think of. He does well ; distracting you from the dire danger in front of you. But, you can’t help but also think he’s so calm ; so collected and uncaring at the threats that surround you.

Scratching is heard, the door jolting from the impact. The person outside cackles, drops of sweat fall from Amagi’s forehead. A thump against the door again — you think it’s coming off its hinges. Ryo’s shoulder bumps into yours as you back up, the sound of the door breaking disturbing the silence around you. The splintered pieces hit the floor, collecting around two pairs of boots. 

A bloody, rabbit mask and orange hair greets you — another one a Jason-inspired mask doing little to hide blue hair. The rabbit giggles, swinging the axe in hand, “you’ll play with us now, right?”

Two more figures join them but your mind is so fogged from the panic. Ryo is speaking lowly in your ear, but you can’t make sense of anything he says. The girl from before is thrown to the floor, a doll-like mask hovering above her as she’s stabbed. The Jason mask creeps closer to you — he’s got you in his sights and he’s completely locked in.

A kick his sent to the masked man’s chest, sending him flying away as Ryo stands in front of you. He grabs a cheese knife from the center table, putting it in your hand. Your back is to the wall, allowing you to see every inch of the safe room.

Blood splatters as Ryo nails punch after punch onto the blue haired stranger. It’s a sickening, intense anger you’d never seen from him before. Your hands shake as you hold tightly onto the cheese knife, unable to look away from the violence in front of you. Ryo looks over his shoulder at you, blood on his forehead and nose as he stands.

The wound on his torso seems to no longer bother him.

Ryo is quick to pull you to a room, closing the door behind you both as you hold your breath. It’s a bathroom, you see, perfectly compact and hidden. Chaos reigns outside — you flinch as you identify Peach’s cries. A shaky hand cups your cheek, blood smearing as he rubs your skin soothingly. “Stay here,” Ryo pleads,”I’ll come get you when it’s safe.”

He strokes your cheek one last time before a glass is shoved in your hand. “Sip on this until I come back.” Ryo holds your hand, gaze fierce and promising, “I will come back, [name]. Stay in here.”

The door is shut and you’re left with the muffled sound of the people you were with being murdered. The handle of the knife you hold is embedded into your skin, the intricate design imprinted onto your palm. Heaving breaths escaped your chest and you know you need to calm down or you’ll pass out.

You eye the water you’re holding, champagne taste staining the flute you sip on. Panic has really set in now, the room around you blurring together into nothing but colors. Trembling legs settle onto the floor, your back to the bathtub as your eyes slide shut.

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“[Name],” is called lightly, a rustle on your shoulder shaking you. “C’mon, angel, it’s time to go.”

Your eyes blink open — they’re heavy, bleary as your eyesight still has to settle. You breathe deeply through your nose — it smells like iron and sweat. An alarm rings, commencing the Purge and thanking everyone for participating.

Your eyes snap back open at the words. You weren’t safe ; the security was fought through and intruders welcomed themselves in. Ryo — Ryo went out to fight. And then, nothing. You fell asleep?

The floor beneath you is wet, your fingers pruning up from the water. Another gentle jostle to your shoulder — someone was here with you. Widened, unseeing eyes blink up at him and he coos.

“[Name],” Ryo calls again. He rubs your cheek lovingly as your eyes flutter shut once more. He sighs — it was too much on your body, after all. Slowly, he wraps your legs around his waist, standing easily and taking you with him as he goes. “Keep your eyes closed, honey. You don’t need to see this.”

Suzaki speaks to someone else as your eyes flutter open and closed periodically. You can’t stay awake — what was in that water? Your mouth moves against his neck, incomprehensible mutters and noises leaving your lips. You hear him kick something on the way out and spit out something you don’t hear.

As you leave, you notice the bloody mess is wearing Amagi’s clothes.

“Welcome back.”

You feel better now ; awake and attentive as your eyes slide open. The sun is in the middle of the sky, warming up the room you’re in. Suzaki sits on the edge of the bed you’re in, clean and grinning as he rubs your legs soothingly. “About time you woke up, huh?”

The last few hours come back to you in a movie-like sequence. The screaming, the door shattering, the blood. You gulp, “what… happened? At Amagi’s?”

Ryo let’s out a sigh, shaking his head. He squeezes your knee lightly, sucking in a breath between his teeth. “It was ugly — an all out brawl. But, we survived and you came out unscathed. That’s all we need to worry about.”

But, your mind stills races. You remember seeing Amagi — seeing what should’ve been his fully intact corpse in pieces. “Peach? And Amagi? Did… anyone else live?”

“I don’t know,” he looks to the bedroom wall. His voice is uncaring ; unsympathetic as he speaks. “All I was worried about was protecting you.”

“You did.” You sit up straighter now, reaching out to hold Ryo’s hand. “You saved us — saved me.”

The room goes silent as you bask in the warmth of the sun. It’s disorienting — the world being so warm after the bloodbath of last night. Ryo speaks quietly, “I’d do it again if I needed to.”

The side of his mouth curves up as he continues, “maybe even after that.”

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Emergency request

Been dealing with self esteem and weight issues lately which I know I can't control but it's slowly getting the better of me.. could I request the clones comforting an s/o with weight issues and low self esteem?

A/N: remember, it's okay to reach out for support and help during difficult times. Take things one step at a time, be kind to yourself, and focus on self-care and self-love. You're stronger than you think ♥

EMERGENCY REQS MASTERLIST

Karaku

Karaku, with his easygoing personality, constantly reassures his S/O that he loves her just the way she is. He adores her for her uniqueness and never wants her to change for anyone.

He surprises her with little acts of kindness, like preparing her favorite snacks, to make her feel pampered and loved.

Whenever she has a bad day, he'll hold her close, reminding her that she's precious to him.

He encourages her to join him in fun and low-pressure physical activities, like going for a relaxing walk or having a light workout together, to boost her confidence and mood.

Karaku often compliments her genuine qualities, emphasizing her intelligence, kindness, and resilience. He reminds her that her worth extends far beyond physical appearance.

He enjoys dedicating his time to his S/O, reveling in the act of worshipping her body. After passionate moments together, he refuses to let her conceal herself, choosing instead to bestow kisses upon every inch of her form while whispering sweet affirmations about her beauty. "I can't help but adore every curve and contour of your body. You're a work of art."

"Remember, you're stuck with me, no matter what, khe-khe! and that includes all your beautiful imperfections."

Urogi

Urogi is incredibly attentive, always listening and understanding her feelings. He never judges his S/O.

He's known for his sassy and playful demeanor, often teasing his S/O with cheeky comments and light-hearted banter.

When his S/O is feeling down or experiencing a mood drop, he gently comes close and envelops her within his expansive wings, whispering to her that tears aren't necessary, and that this moment of sadness will eventually pass.

He's a fantastic cuddler, and he loves to hold her close and reassure her that she's safe and cherished in his arms.

Urogi encourages her to set achievable goals for herself, focusing on self-improvement rather than striving for unrealistic standards of beauty.

"You're unique, and that's what makes you so incredibly beautiful to me. Embrace your individuality."

Aizetsu

Aizetsu, being a bit mysterious and reserved, tends to show his love through actions rather than words. He constantly supports her, offering to help his S/O with tasks.

He often takes her to peaceful and natural places, like a serene forest or a calm lake, to help her connect with the beauty of the world beyond appearances.

Aizetsu is a great listener, often sitting with her in quiet moments, giving her space to express her thoughts and feelings. He never interrupts and offers a patient ear to help her release her burdens.

His presence alone provides a sense of comfort and understanding, as he values her words and emotions.

"Don't feel that way, my love, it's truly heart-wrenching, and it stirs up an overwhelming urge within me to shed tears."

He appreciates her artistic and creative side, encouraging her to express herself through writing or other creative outlets, helping her boost her self-esteem.

Aizetsu values her inner strength and resilience, often reminding her that she's much stronger than she thinks, and he's there to support her no matter what.

He's a master at creating an aura of calm and serenity, helping her relax and find inner peace when her self-esteem issues become overwhelming.

"Look at the stars. They don't judge. They just shine, much like your inner beauty."

Sekido

Sekido's anger is like a protective shield around his S/O. Whenever they face a threat or feel vulnerable, his anger flares up, ready to defend and shield them from harm.

Despite his constant anger, Sekido's unwavering support is evident in his actions. He's quick to take action when his S/O needs help, making sure she's always defended and cared for.

"Tsch! Don't keep things from me, weakling. It's fucking frustrating."

His anger also acts as a healing force, as he fiercely helps his S/O confront her fears and insecurities. He encourages her to face challenges head-on, providing the motivation and courage she needs to overcome obstacles.

Sekido cherishes the quiet moments with his significant other. He understands the importance of relaxation and calm, and in these moments, he is surprisingly gentle and tender.

He often points out her accomplishments and the things she's proud of, emphasizing that her worth goes beyond her physical appearance.

"Don't let fear hold you back. You've got this, and I'll be right there beside you."

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All my attention Part 9

warnings- swearing

words- 887

If you'd like to read the previous parts → All my attention series

a/n- so if you're new here I am British and cannot speak any German, I speak a little French, Spanish and Italian but German- no. I also do not trust Google translate so this is gonna be like an avatar thing (if you've seen the newest one Jake says that their language just became normal or something along those lines) so in reality this is all in German, you as a reader know German but, its wrote in English... make sense? no... oh well

(hey I know this is shitty but I swear it'll get better I just felt like writing something so I could carry on the story, I'm so sorry I haven't updated this since 27th June I honestly didn't realise how Long I'd not updated its but love you all and thank you for being so patient♥︎

I hate hate hate part 9 of all my attention and for the likes it's getting I can see not many people are keen with but I PROMISE YOU it's just a part so I can link the next of the series!

thank you and I am sososoososososososos sorry ♥︎)

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backstory- you are the 5th member of Tokio Hotel and you always thought the love was equally platonic between you and a certain guitarist... but what if that all changed?

I woke up with the sun shining into my bedroom making my walls glow and glimmer "morning babe" I looked next to me where Tom was lay smiling to me

"good morning" I grinned moving to be closer to him even though his arm was still under my head "sleep okay?" I asked pressing a kiss to his lips

"best sleep of my life, your bed is so much comfier than mine" we laughed, his hand moved to draw lazy shapes on my skin "you feeling okay?" he spoke and I just nodded while still watching his features "good" he hummed kissing my forehead

"this is all so crazy" I giggled staring to the ceiling "like who'd a thought? Tom and Y/n" I sighed "I'm not annoyed its happened though- are you?" he scratched his head trying to hide a smile forming on his face "piss off Kaulitz!" I shoved sitting up and crawling off the bed and standing by the window staring at the back yard where the sun was making the grass shine

"god you're so pretty" he breathed getting up too and hooking his arms around my neck and resting next to my head "what do you want to drink?" he asked letting go and grabbing his shirt from my desk

"erm.. my peach ice tea thing, should be in the fridge and I'll make us some breakfast in two seconds I need to wash my face" he nodded taking my hand and pressing a kiss to it before walking down the hallway.

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10 minuets later I made my way to the kitchen were I saw his frame leant against the counter watching the tv "babe were on the news" my heart dropped- why? why would we be on the news? I quickened my pace and stood by him and watched as our performance was shown on the tv 'Tokio Hotel are the 5th band who have been put forward for the best band in Germany' I turned to Tom who's jaw had dropped like mine

'HOLY SHIT!" I screamed jumping onto him and cheering "WHAT THE FUCK WERE IN FOR AN AWARD!" he nodded jumping us about until hurried knocking came at my front door and we stopped

'"Y/N!" it was Bill, Tom looked to me and I pointed for him to hide in the cabinet under the stairs "Y/N OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR QUICK!" sprinting I shoved Tom into the tiny room and fled to the door whipping it open "have you seen the news?"

"I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!" I squealed grabbing the boys shoulder "I'm shaking right now like holy shit"

"its crazy! and we've been put on news papers and things already! we might actually win!" Bill laughed coming inside and walking to the kitchen "oh is Tom not with you?" he asked and I panicked remembering that his brother was in the cabinet

"erm no unless he's hiding somewhere, I haven't seen him" the black haired boy laughed shaking his head

"what like he's in here?" his hand went to the door knob of the cabinet and pulled it open 'oh shit' "Tom what the fuck are you doing!" Bill nearly screamed "Y/n you said- what the fuck is going on?" Tom stepped out looking to me but I just stood stunned "did you guys fuck?" I felt my cheeks light up red

"Bill thats enough-" I herd a screech come from the singer and then many loud laughs "man just shut up"

"you guys fucked! oh my god- you slept with Y/n!" I stared at Tom who grabbed his brother and tried to shove him out the house "WAIT NO I'M SORRY DUDE! I WANNA KNOW WHAT HAPPENED" Tom finally let go with a huff and walked back into the kitchen to the living room and fell to the sofa covering his face "so tell me what happened yesterday then" Bill cooed sitting himself across from his brother who looked to me and motioned me to sit with him

"so we went on a date yesterday- our first date and then I brought Y/n home and you know it just all happened from there" Tom breathed grabbing my hand which I gave him squeeze "I'm not even embarrassed or anything I just didn't want to fucking tell you this early after it happened" I nodded understanding what he was trying to get over

"don't tell the others" I began "I know we'll be picked on or something and we really don't need that for when we start our next shows okay and if I find out you've told them I swear to god Bill I'll rip out your eyebrow piercing and shove it up your arse" the boy laughed saying his lips were locked

"I mean us three knew it would happen at some point I mean Georg won the bet" he almost whispered looking away from us with a grin

"you bet on us?" Tom asked with a laugh "fucking weirdos" we all began to giggle and the idea of being betted on like fucking horses

"so what are you guys now?"

[misc-obeyme]

Heyy! First of all, congratulations on hitting 500 followers! I hope your blog will get even more attention, because it's absolutely adorable and you're a great writer qwq♥ If it's possible, I'd like to ask for the event♥

What about Moonlight with Mammon? (sorry, he's my favourite- oof xD) also please make it gn! if possible, so everyone can enjoy your writing as much as I do♥ Feel free to decline it too qwq♥

Congratss again on hitting 500! May you get more!♥ *hugsss*

Oh my you're so sweet! Thank you so much, I'm so glad you're enjoying my writing!

I'm quite fond of Mammon, too, though I'm always worried I'm going to write him out of character! But hopefully this turned out okay.

Thank you for participating in the event!

GN!MC x Mammon with prompt Moonlight

Warnings: none this is all fluff!

You woke up with a gasp, sitting up in bed and trying to remember the dream you were having. It was something vaguely unpleasant, but it was gone before you had a chance to fully grasp it. It was probably better that way… that dream felt like one you probably didn't want to remember anyway.

You looked around in the darkness and realized you were thirsty. Carefully you slipped out of bed and moved across the room. You no longer needed to turn a light on to find your way through it or even through the House of Lamentation itself. You'd been here long enough that you could easily walk through it in the dark.

You went out into the hall, closing the door softly behind you. You were about to make your way to the kitchen when you heard a soft thud and a whispered "owww" coming from the foyer. You smiled to yourself. You recognized Mammon's voice instantly and knew he was likely sneaking into the house after spending the evening getting himself into trouble.

Out of curiosity, you decided to turn and go down to the front door instead of the kitchen, just to see what he was up to.

The front door was ajar and Mammon was sprawled haphazardly just inside. It was clear that he had tripped over a large duffel bag that was full of some fangol equipment Beel had left there earlier. To be fair, that space was normally empty, so he hadn't been expecting it.

You couldn't stop yourself from letting out a little laugh when you saw him. He jumped to his feet and squinted at you in the dark.

"MC?" he asked.

You came closer. "Sorry, I didn't mean to laugh. Are you okay?"

Mammon looked around the room urgently before grabbing your hand and pulling you out the front door, closing it as quietly as he could behind you. Then he moved off into the front garden, under a few large trees before turning to you. He saw that he was still holding your hand and dropped it quickly, a blush spreading across his face. "Ya gotta be quieter, MC, ya nearly blew my cover!"

"Me? You're the one who was making all the noise," you said. "And anyway, do you really think Lucifer doesn't notice when you try to sneak in through the front door?"

Mammon groaned. "I tried the windows, but they were all locked."

You laughed a little, taking both of his hands and moving him out from under the trees. The moonlight was shining down in full force here, washing everything in a bright silver glow. The way it lit upon Mammon's white hair made him look as though he had an inner gleam surrounding him. You couldn't resist taking off his signature sunglasses so you could see the brilliant blue of his eyes shining in that silver light.

You pulled him a little closer, pressing a quick kiss to his lips before using your teleportation magic to transport both of you into his room. He stared at you for a few moments before looking around and taking in what you had done.

You smiled, putting his sunglasses back on his face. "You're lucky I got thirsty in the night."

Mammon grinned and it was like his face was illuminated by the moonlight again. "Thanks, MC," he said. "What'd I ever do to deserve ya?" He pulled you close and gave you a soft kiss.

the original prompt list

masterlist | Thank you for reading!

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island in the sun ☼

✧ hip hip ✧

✿ summary: CHARACTER ANALYSIS || Megumi Fushiguro is a teenager burdened with the stressors of the Jujutsu world. Quick to adapt a suicidal mentality, Fushiguro plans to seal his own fate. One day, something makes him rethink this ideology. Can an external light help reveal the light that shines from within? Inspired by Megumi's theme song appointed by Gege: Island in the Sun by Weezer! ☆

✿ w/c: ~3.6k

✿ warning: JJK S2 Shibuya Incident Spoilers! Graphic depictions of blood + scars, lots of mentions/discussions abt su!c!de

✿ a/n: in honor of the solar eclipse, i wanted to do a little sun/moon trope, ehehe~

i feel like megumi's character often gets overshadowed by gojo, itadori, or even geto by comparison. he deserved his own little spotlight and this weezer song has been on loop for me lately so i felt inspired to write this little bit. a little longer than what i usually write lol. hope u enjoy ♥︎

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I’ve always loathed summertime.

From as early as I could remember. 

I was four years old that wretched summer. The quaint apartment where Tsumiki and I stayed was uncomfortably hot. The air was thick and humid; it felt like an oven. The relentless heat oppressed us, making every breath a strained struggle. Our feeble fan, barely functional, merely stirred the stifling air around. Yet, Tsumiki claimed it as her own, propping herself up on our shared twin-sized mattress. She’d sit in front of the fan like a princess, desperately grasping for the slight relief it offered. She claimed she needed it more than I did… something about her being older than me or whatever… I don’t know. I sat to the side as I watched her, renounced to the floor.  Even though beads of sweat rolled down both our faces, I complied, my parched lips unable to voice my protest. I finished the last of the cold water, my last drop of hope from the insufferable heat.

I hated it.

Ever since that day that man-child, Gojo, introduced me to the concept of tanning. 

“What are you doing?” I asked as I spotted Gojo sprawled out on a beach chair in the backyard. “It’s hot, don’t you want to go inside?” 

“Nah,” he’d reply nonchalantly, rolling over to expose his backside to the sun. “I’d tan.” 

“What?”

The white-haired man chuckled. “I’m *tanning*. Y’know, sunbathing? That thing that gives your skin that golden complexion so you don’t look as white as snow.” Gojo’s skin practically glimmered under the scorching sun. It was as if he was born to be in the limelight. Which, let’s be honest, he probably was.

“Oh,” I muttered, uninterested. At the young age of seven years old, I couldn’t care less about my appearance. Why start worrying now?

“Why don’t you come to join me, ‘Gumi~?” he’d tease, knowing full well I had no interest. I couldn’t tan if I tried. I always burned. What’s it like to bask in the spotlight, I wondered. 

“I’m good,” I’d grumble, heading back inside. Cool, shaded, and away from the glaring sun. Always on the sidelines, that’s where I belonged, right? 

“Live a little, touch some grass for once,” Gojo would encourage me. It’s like he didn’t understand. Of course, he didn’t. How could he? He was crafted from stardust and moonbeams; the golden child. Handcrafted by some divine entity, if such a thing existed. Hell– he might just be God incarnate. Or at least he thinks so. 

It’s moments like these, that I ponder how Suguru Geto must’ve felt. 

Oh, to be taken under the wing of an underdog. 

But no. 

Summer was the bane of my existence.

I was always the last pick in kickball or any kind of sport. My athletic abilities were mediocre at best. Rumor had it that my biological father possessed some sort of absurd physical strength. Why couldn’t I be gifted like that? 

In airing my frustrations about my athletic abilities, I was always met with the same comment from Gojo. “Well ‘Gumi, sometimes other people’s curses are others' blessings,” he would say as he ruffled my hair. I couldn’t shake the feeling he was talking about becoming my guardian, even though he never said it explicitly. On the other hand, what was made crystal clear was Gojo’s disdain for my father, for reasons unknown to me. He always neglected to tell me any details about him, leaving me to wonder if his feelings towards my father stemmed from having to care for us at such a young age.

Summertime reminds me of my father. How he abandoned us. How he left us all alone in that sweltering apartment. How he entrusted me to the care at the hands of some kid. Everyone always reassured me that being sent to the Zenin clan was worse, but how could it be worse than this? Maybe they would’ve made me strong. 

After that summer, Gojo made sure to devote extra time to my sorcerer training. It marked the beginning of a turning point in my youth as I delved deeper into the realm of Jujutsu. 

Ten shadows dance in the twilight, silent guardians of unseen realms. Shikigami; conjured spirits from nine letters, veiled in mystery’s shroud. Eight Handled Sword General, the beast I yearned to summon— a lasting legacy, a testament to Fushiguro, the name that ate me alive. It became my identity sevenfold yet, I could only claim a sixth of what truly belonged to me. What even was mine? I train rigorously,  five days a week, no rest between, remembering who I fight for… “Deep breath,” Gojo’s advice echoes in my head. “Start on the count of three, take the plunge, and never second guess yourself…”

But the countdown halts before it reaches one. The crescendo never arrives.

“WITH THIS DIVINE TREASURE I SUMMON–”

One. Not even one single victory for me. 

I trained under the strongest sorcerer alive, yet I couldn’t even manage to go on one successful mission without being a complete failure. 

What was the point anymore? Did anything even matter? 

No sorcerer in history had ever tamed the general. How the hell was I supposed to be the one to tame Mahoraga? There's no way. It seemed impossible. I’d meet my end swiftly, a pathetic demise. Certainly, this technique would be a last resort, a futile attempt to take my assailant while sealing my own fate in the process. Would there be significance in dying like that? Was it all meaningless? Careless? Reckless?

That’s when it occurred to me. 

Maybe my death could be a statement— a testimony to my life; a reclamation of my identity. I would die a hero. I would dedicate my life to it, proving to everyone that I am capable of committing and sacrificing for a noble cause; that I'm not just a burden or a failure. I never shared my plan with anyone; it remained tucked away in the recesses of my mind, a sacred treasure awaiting its moment. Swing and ring, the final act of defiance…

The concept of death had once inspired me like a dog inspires a rabbit. But that resolve was fleeting. 

I remember it vividly– the summer when I was 12 years old. I happened to stumble across the song “Island in the Sun”. It played on the radio during a muggy afternoon as Gojo, Tsumiki, and I drove to a beach in Okinawa. Tsumiki seemed overjoyed to get out, while I couldn’t care less. As a child, times like this would excite me, even despite my hatred of summer, however, as I got older, my enthusiasm faded. As the song played on the radio, Gojo hummed along much to my annoyance. Tapping his index finger on the dashboard to the beat of the song, he began to mumble the lyrics. 

"When you're on a holiday

You can't find the words to say

All the things that come to you

And I wanna feel it too"

‘Feel what?’ I wondered. By then, everything already felt so numb. That was the summer I stopped caring. I couldn't care if I even tried. In my mind, my fate was predetermined. As a sorcerer, I would sacrifice myself for a noble cause, whatever it may be. Death no longer felt like something I had to run from, like a looming cloud of uncertainty. Instead, it felt like something I started to embrace, a one-way shot to confirming my own end. I thought about it frequently. Surely, that held some significance, right?

At first, the song annoyed me. It would always loop in my mind, and I could never decipher this feeling the singer sought to convey. The thought of a blissful paradise as an escapade sounded like an unobtainable fantasy. Still, the yearning to experience said sensations, or feel anything for that matter, lingered inside of me. No matter how many beaches I visited, that elusive ‘feeling’ never found its way to me; it always seemed out of reach. Driven by relentless curiosity, I found myself repeatedly listening to the song, hoping to remedy my situation. I hate to admit it, but I developed a bit of a fondness for the song.

Yet, as the years slipped away, that summer afternoon faded into memory.. Three years later, the echoes of "Island in the Sun" lingered faintly, but they were soon drowned out by the clamor of new challenges and experiences. The biggest challenge of my life to date was in Shibuya. 

Several hours before I set foot in the city, I found myself waiting outside a conference hall alongside my classmates, Itadori and Kugisaki. Annoyance gnawed at me as it became apparent that neither Kugisaki nor Itadori took the warnings from our elders seriously. This was a crucial mission, one fraught with peril, yet they treated it with casual indifference, passing the time with a game of tic-tac-toe while we waited.

Eventually, the pair grew tired of their countless games and resorted to casual conversation until the meeting was dismissed. I must’ve been preoccupied, thinking about the mission or something, as I shuddered when Itadori placed a hand on my shoulder. 

“Hey,” he says suddenly, his voice breaking through my thoughts. “Everything will be alright. Let’s just do our best out there, ‘kay?” 

Perhaps I was showing more emotion than I realized, but Itadori seemed to see right through me. He always knew what to say. However, couldn't allow myself to show well he was able to console me. Maintaining a tough exterior felt crucial. I’ve been let down too many times from a young age. There was no room for outsiders in my mind, just me and Tsumiki till the end. She was the only one I could truly trust.

“‘Course,” I replied, mustering a semblance of confidence. “I’m not going out there to half-ass things. Besides, Gojo will be there so everything’s fine. We’re just backup.” 

“Right,” Itadori responded with a nod. He gave my back a firm pat before flashing his signature grin. Seeing him smile reassured me that maybe, just maybe, everything would turn out alright. 

.   .    .

Everything did not turn out alright. Gojo was promptly sealed, and we, the backup, were thrust into the forefront of battle. After emerging victorious in an initial battle with Itadori, the chaos only escalated as the night wore on. 

Itadori and I split up to better help our comrades. In my attempts to save them, I found myself in need of rescue, saved by a stranger who effortlessly overpowered me. I felt utterly pathetic, convinced my end was near. 

As the night proceeded, the events that unraveled became more chaotic by the minute. I had tried to save my peers and ended up getting rescued by a stranger. The very same man proceeded to wipe the floor with me without breaking a sweat. I felt pathetic. I thought I was finished.  Suddenly, he asked, “Hey you, what’s your name?”

“Fushiguro.” 

“You mean your last name is not Zen’in?”

He held up his weapon, swiftly impaling himself in the head before me. 

“That makes me glad,” were his final words before he collapsed at my feet.

I owed my life to someone’s suicide. Over something as insignificant as my name? As if that name hadn’t already burdened me enough. Although I survived, that encounter only deepened my despair. I couldn’t shake the feeling that my fate mirrored his– if I wasn’t killed tonight, I was destined for a similar end. 

After witnessing one tragedy after another, I felt utterly drained. And now, just when I’m at my breaking point, some fool with a ponytail decides to pick a fight. My mind is still reeling from the encounter with the man who took his own life. I have no fight left in me; he caught me when I was at my weakest. 

Unless…

I’ve attempted this countless times before, but there was always someone to intervene to save me. But not tonight. Tonight, it’s just me.

I have to play my trump card. This is the night I finally sealed my fate. I couldn’t care less about my opponent’s strengths or weaknesses. This is my moment. My last resort. 

My moment had arrived.

"On an island in the sun

We'll be playing and having fun

And it makes me feel so fine

I can't control my brain"

It was absurd. Why now? Why did this stupid song have to worm its way into my head?

"With this divine treasure, I summon, Eight-Handled Sword, Divergent Sila, Divine General Mahoraga!"

I had finally done it.

‘I'm sorry, Itadori,’ was the last thought that crossed my mind. The melody of that cursed song faded into a distant echo just before I lost consciousness.

.   .   .

Did I black out, or had the world become brighter than ever? Sunlight blurred my vision, and I could hear the distant waves crash onto the shore. Birds chirped in a serene chorus and a gentle breeze carried warmth through the air. I woke up in paradise. 

Warm honey-colored eyes met mine. I squint as I cover my eyes from the distant sun rays to get a better look. “Fushiguro! Are you alright?” With his pink hair slicked back, a goofy grin spread across his face, and a warm tan gracing his skin, Itadori extended his hand out to me. “You took a pretty hard fall there,” he said, barely containing his laughter.

I looked to my left to find Kugisaki, a guilty expression written all over her face. “My god,” she exclaimed, a hint of annoyance in her voice. “Don’t scare me like that, I thought I killed you!” 

Itadori let out a hearty chuckle. “Kugisaki went a bit overboard with the spike and nailed you,” he explained, amusement evident in his voice. “No pun intended.”

Disoriented and confused, I scanned my surroundings. Didn’t I just die?. “Where are we?” I blurt out. Could this be the afterlife? Did Itadori and Kugisaki die in Shibuya too? No, this scene was too familiar, too tangible to be heaven. It was almost like a distant memory.

“The beach, dude,” Itadori replied, shaking his head as he helped me up with a strong hand. “Dammit, Kugisaki, you gave Fushiguro brain damage!” 

“I did not!” Kugisaki protested. “He’s just disoriented. Give him a minute!” 

Warm sand cushioned my feet, a limitless ocean stretched out underneath a cerulean sky. I look up and see a tall net, wavering in the salty air with each pull of the tide. I was standing on a beach volleyball court, wearing swim trunks and all. I was in the midst of a tropical getaway.

“When you're on a golden sea

You don't need no memory

Just a place to call your own

As we drift into the zone”

The lyrics of the song resurfaced, echoing in the back of my mind. 

I’m taken out of my daydream by two large hands cupping my face. “Dude,” Itadori’s voice broke through, bringing me back to reality. Was this reality? “Oh man, Kugisaki, he’s totally out of it!” 

For a moment, I melt into Itadori’s palms, a sense of calm washing over me. Maybe I did take a hard fall. Snapping back to my senses, I slap away Itadori’s hands from my face. “You idiot, I’m fine,” I grumble. 

Itadori’s expression turned blank before he burst into laughter. “Oh, no, he’s definitely fine! Never mind~!” he called out to Kuigisaki. Then, he turns to me with a warm and sincere smile. “I thought we lost ya there.” 

Warmth graces my cheeks, and I feel gradually flustered. My heart fluttered, and I felt the urge to melt in a puddle all over again, wanting to return his soft look. Instead, I rolled my eyes and turned away, walking myself to the sidelines to get some water. 

For once, the sun was beating down on my back, its warmth pleasant and balmy.  Similar to the flush on my cheeks, I wasn’t hating the heat for once, it actually felt… nice? Despite that, I found myself on the sidelines yet again.

Despite my current position, I felt my lips curl into a faint smile, relishing the rare enjoyment of the Summer atmosphere. The laughter of my friends filled my ears as I leaned back, warm sand beneath my palms, grounding me as I observed their lively game of volleyball. Itadori soared into the air for a powerful spike, momentarily blocking the sun. SLAM! The ball hits out of bounds, tumbling toward the ocean, and Kugisaki runs over to retrieve it. 

Meanwhile, Itadori approaches me once more, extending his hand. 

“C’mon Fushiguro,” he encourages me. “You gonna play or what?” 

I shake my head. “Go on without me, I’ll be fine.” I open my water bottle and take a sip. The water is thick and putridly warm. Itadori pouts at my answer, shaking his head. “You’re playing,” he decides for me. He reaches down for my hand and drags me onto the court. Instead of letting go, he pauses for a moment, allowing our fingers to intertwine. His palms felt warm and inviting, safe and secure. He turned his head towards me, radiating warmth that seemed to glow underneath the sun,  as he flashed the brightest smile I had ever seen. 

I look down and suddenly notice our position of holding hands. I feel a blush return to my cheeks once more, but I don’t fight Itadori’s gesture. Instead, I avert my gaze, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. 

“Something the matter, Fushiguro?” Itadori asked, genuine concern laced in his question.

I shake my head. “No.” 

Nothing was wrong. I felt… content.

It was like that one part in the song. My favorite part, actually: 

“We'll run away together

We'll spend some time forever

We'll never feel bad anymore”

I look down at our intertwined hands once more, admiring the stark contrast between Itadori’s hands and mine. His were larger, calloused, and adorned with various scars that spoke of untold tales of hardship and battles fought. It was like studying a map of various trials and tribulations. I found myself drawn to these marks, wondering about the stories behind each one. What did they signify? When did they appear? I never remembered him having so many scars on his hands before, though. Maybe it’s because I never bothered to look… but something felt off. 

As I continued to gaze, a sense of unease crept over me. It’s as if his hand was undergoing some sort of twisted transformation. The scars, once healed and faded, began to take on a form of livelihood, twisting and contorting into grotesque shapes. Suddenly, they erupted into fresh wounds, skin tearing at the seams, oozing blood that pooled around our intertwined fingers.

I watched as the crimson liquid stained our hands in a horrific display. Sounds of malicious laughter echoed faintly in the background, sending shivers down my spine. 

“Fushiguro?” Itadori's voice broke through, pulling me back to reality. His question was posed as if nothing was wrong. As if I was the one seeing things. Despite hearing his voice, I couldn't shake off the horror that gripped me. 

I wanted to look up, to find solace in his smiling face, to feel that familiar warmth in my chest. Yet, I couldn't tear my gaze away from his bleeding hands. The sight alone sent chills down my spine. I wanted to let go, to escape from this dream-turned-nightmare, but something held me back, like an invisible force chaining me to him.

“Fushiguro?” Itadori's voice sounded strained now, laced with concern. He called out my name again, each utterance heavier with urgency.

“FUSHIGURO?!” His voice escalated to a scream that reverberated through my mind, drowning out the unsettling laughter that continued to echo around us.

A dark ominous presence enveloped us. I felt shaken to my core. As my breathing escalated with panic, red pooled into my eyes as my surroundings gradually faded out. 

.            .            .

My eyes are hazy when they open, greeted by a world spinning in disarray. A pounding headache pulses through my skull, matched by a sharp, stabbing pain in my side. The ringing in my ears persists, Itadori's desperate shouts echoing relentlessly in my mind. I detect the faint scent of cigarette smoke, mingling with the metallic tang of blood that stains my face. Yet, strangely, there's no trace of blood around me.

I find myself sitting alone on a dimly lit streetside, faint illumination barely casting shadows around me. My gaze drifts upward, drawn to the imposing silhouette of a sky bridge above. In the distance, I can make out the faint figures of Shoko and Yaga, their presence a distant comfort amid bustling chaos.

I'm alive.

The realization washes over me like a tidal wave; relief with a gnawing sense of unease. Perhaps, deep down, I never truly wanted to die. The concept of mortality now looms over me with newfound weight, casting doubt on the meaning I once held about my fate. Maybe I didn’t want to die just yet. 

With weary eyes, I shift my gaze upward to the night sky, where the moon hangs alone amongst drifting clouds. A cool breeze sweeps through, stealing what little warmth remains. When did it become so cold? The moon's soft glow casts over the desolate ruins of what is now Shibuya, illuminating the remnants of a city once surging with life.

I squint, trying to keep myself awake. I focus on calming myself down by studying the moon. As I do so, my breath steadies, and I’m met with another realization: the moon owes its luminance to the light of the sun. Suddenly, only one thought encapsulates my mind: where is my sunshine now?

[peachyyuji]

more than words can say - katsuki bakugou

i'm dreaming about katsuki whose morning ritual consists of waking up about an hour before you, leaving you sprawled out on the bed with a kiss to your forehead while he goes for his run. he knows you worry about him being alone when the sun's not even out yet; you worry about the savage corners of society that come alive in the darkness and leave your husband with countless sleepless nights, staring into space or crying into your shoulder when the day's mission resurfaces long suppressed memories of his turbulent past. he leaves you a note every morning to put your mind at ease. i'll be home soon. i love you, angel, scrawled out in messy cursive.

when he returns from his runs, he whips up the same pancakes he's been making you since your second date, and you drift down the stairs just as he's flipping the last one, wrapping your arms three quarters of the way around his torso and swaying gently. over wet kisses and mouthfuls of caramel pancakes and whipped cream, you watch the sunrise as caramel orange followed by sunflower yellow seeps into the sky and the rest of the world begins to mobilise, but the two of you remain lost in each other and the words i love you are clear in the way he settles against your chest and his heart beat steadies but still feels like the loudest sound in the universe.

katsuki who wrestles his way through the bustling streets of musutafu as soon as his morning patrol's over just to get to your office in time for lunch - carefully curated bento in hand, he revels in the way you beam up at him and tug on his hoodie that you'd picked out for him that morning, a little faded from years of wear and tear but it reminds you that he's yours, rough around the edges but beautiful nonetheless. katsuki leads you through the sea of strangers neither of you will remember as you mindlessly chatter about work drama, deadlines and the movie you've picked out for date night.

he loves how much you dote on him, always thinking about him while he's thinking about you - sneaking admiring glances at you in between bites of tonkatsu that you feed him with chopsticks and he plucks an ume from a neighbouring tree, placing it in the palm of your hand while you melt into his arms. katsuki's murderous glare at the creep ogling you from behind softens when you clasp your hands together, eyes shining with pride when you turn around to cuss him out because your his for life.

katsuki who's had his eyes on the clock for the entirety of this dull meeting, who checks his phone every five seconds to see if you've messaged him, itching to tear off his stuffy suit and cuddle up on the couch with you. katsuki whose cheeks burn red when icyhot dryly tells him what a sappy old geezer he's become since ua - especially for you. and he can only duck his head down in embarrassment because it's the truth. maybe you’ve softened him a little, made him face up to the demons that plague him at night, extended your love and kindness to him when the rest of the world was so eager to label him the bad guy. in your reassuring smiles and all-consuming embrace, katsuki knows that you're the only one he'll ever need.

maybe i am, katsuki replies back with no trace of bitterness in his tone, mouth crinkling into a smile when a notification from angel ♥︎ comes in.

i'll be home soon. i love you, it says.

[topwan-obikin]

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☆ Show Their Truth by dragons_and_angels

 [Explicit - 2,270 w]

With every action, Kenobi proved Vader's Master a liar.

☆ Tied Together With You by dragons_and_angels

 [Explicit - 4,375 w]

Anakin Skywalker is bad at sex. He knows this, but that doesn't mean he wants his boyfriend to find out.

☆ Snake in the Grass by KnockKnockOut @knockknockoutblog

 [Explicit - 6,718 w]

Anakin has been in love with Obi-Wan for as long as he can remember. And because Obi-Wan is a Jedi's Jedi, he knows Obi-Wan will never love him back. But that's okay. Anakin has enough love for the both of them. When Obi-Wan comes to Anakin asking for help with a mysterious problem right before they're deployed on their next mission, Anakin knows it's his only chance to show Obi-Wan just how much he loves him.

♥ Yours, Mine, and Ours by MutteringRetreats @mutteringretreats1

 [Explicit - 6,169 w - chapters 2/?]

In a world in which unmated omegas are free for anyone to use—any time, any place—newly presented Anakin is ecstatic that he finally has his alpha master’s attention. The problem is, he wants Obi-Wan’s attention, not everybody else’s. Good thing his attentive master is there to help him perform his duties.

♥ there is a charm about the forbidden that makes it unspeakably desirable by veloursdor @veloursdor

 [Explicit - 1,610 w - chapters 1/?]

Anakin begins receiving dick pics and sexts from Obi-Wan, unsure of what to make of them. He has always felt something towards the older man, always wanting more and more from him, but the spicy text messages weren’t something he had ever thought he’d get from the man that married his mom.

☆ Unexpected Surprise! by StarryAri (damndameron) @starryariart

 [Explicit - Fanart]

Obi-Wan Kenobi has had a long day doing various Jedi things. Anakin is waiting for him to get back with a special surprise!

☆ keep a stern hand by faultlessly

 [Explicit - 5,662 w]

“Captain Kenobi,” Prince Anakin breathed, his eyes still wide and blown black in the candlelight. A memory came to him of the first time he’d caught the prince in the act. Anakin had only been sixteen years old at the time, but the stable boy whose hand was moving in the front of his trousers was equally as youthful, and it was that tiny detail that kept Obi-Wan from promptly putting his sword through his gut. He’d said the same thing back then, and his title upon the prince’s lips had sounded like an apology; as time passed, it morphed the syllables into an expression of insolence. Now, it sounded like a plea. * * * Or: Obi-Wan is a little too good at being the head of the crown prince’s guard.

☆ and the sun will shine upon us again by Viraha @virahaus

 [Explicit - 2,363 w]

Anakin reveals to Obi-Wan that he's married. Obi-Wan doesn't take it well and decides to teach him a lesson. And if the lesson includes multiple orgasms, well, that's just to drive the point better into Anakin's brain.

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Musical Magnetism

Kyuma x OFC

Rating: Mature / NSFW / 18+

Description: Kyuma has a transcendent experience with a fan following a show. & Smut ensues.

♦ . ♣ . ♥ . ♠ . ♦ . ♣ . ♥ . ♠

Prologue

It was a show like any other, full of energy, cheering, singing, dancing, catharsis, freedom, expressionism, filled with that tangible feeling of transcendence permeated through the air and I indulged in that energy, basking in the praise from my fans. It was one of the only times where I truly felt alive. When I sang, my soul poured out from my mouth into sounds that pleased the ears of others. I loved how they always seemed to want more. 

I could feel her energy as she stood there, dancing in her spot to our music. Singing my own lyrics back to me in a way I'd never seen or felt. It 'felt' as though she understood every minute of emotion behind every song. I felt myself becoming increasingly intrigued by her and tried my best not to give myself away; however, I couldn't help making eye contact with her. Afterall, She was in the front row. 

Once our eyes met, we couldn't stop looking away, quickly looking back, smiling, and looking away again. Rinse and repeat. I was never one to indulge myself in the carnal comforts often offered by my fans and yet there this beautiful creature was, radiating something more than the rest, shining brightly amongst the sea of bodies in the crowd behind her.  

And now here she was in my hotel room.

♦ . ♣ . ♥ . ♠ . ♦ . ♣ . ♥ . ♠

Part One

“Is this something you do often?” she questioned, as we sat on my hotel bed. 

I shook my head without hesitation, “No, it is not. … although, I won’t lie to you, I am guilty of doing this twice before.”

Her body stilled and her skin flushed. The rise and fall of her chest changed slightly. She averted her eyes to the carpet. I could almost feel her become increasingly more timid as seconds passed and it was then that I knew my candor must have been too forthright for her liking.

I reached out, cradling her face in my hands, as I began to speak to her with slow sincerity. 

“No, no, my dear, please do not mistake me. I want us to enjoy this moment together tonight. I want us to share ourselves with one another and experience all of the pleasures that our bodies can compose. You and I have created a spark that has ignited something strong inside of me, it is full of passion, and that passion is you…” I trailed off and leaned forward, a kiss ghosting over her cheek. 

Though her head was still nestled between my hands, I felt her slowly ease back, just enough to see me, as her eyes re-emerged from the carpet to examine my expression, and then finally meeting my own, which were filled with openness and love.

“Remember when I said I wouldn’t lie? Please trust once more when I vow that I’ve never quite seen nor sensed anyone feel my music the way I witnessed it with you tonight …not even close.”

Involuntarily, her body replied with a sharp intake of air as she gasped and trembled under my touch, causing the blush in her cheeks to deepen. I slowly eased her closer to my face, sensing her yield to my touch, as I brought our lips together in a lingering closed mouth kiss.

“Is this still okay?” I asked

“Yes.” she swallowed, slowly and nodded her head against my own.

♦ . ♣ . ♥ . ♠ . ♦ . ♣ . ♥ . ♠

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[tinythebunni]

Nightwing x Crybaby reader

Babydoll

A High school AU

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The first time Dick saw you, is a faded memory only he will remember. It was a Thursday, the sun was shining in the west and it was partly cloudy.

You, the embodiment of innocence, were wearing a ruffle tiered white skirt, a pink top with strawberry shortcake on it, and impossibly white knee high socks. You had your hair in half up half down pigtails.

His own personal dream. His own personal heaven. His own personal angel to corrupt. God he needed you badly.

The first time you guys spoke, you initiated the conversation. Two months after Dick first saw you.

“Hi, I’m y/n! I noticed you taking pictures around the school, and I was hoping I could see some?” Your voice was angelic. Slightly raspy, but still so heavenly.

But you could never see his camera. What you didn’t know, was that Dick had been taking perverted pictures of you. Pictures of your skirt flying up during cheer practice, your lips around a red sucker, and some of you sleeping.

Not sleeping in class, no that’s too obvious. Pictures of you sleeping in your bed, at your house. Dick takes advantage of his Nightwing “powers” often, usually for mundane things like walking around the city. But he’s been using them for, extracurricular activities too.

Like climbing to the wall of your house to watch you sleep. Using his agility to open your window and climb inside. Using his stealth to take pictures of you sleeping, pictures up your nightgown, pictures of you laying in your bed, helpless and innocent.

You could never, ever see his camera.

“I’m really sorry but my pictures are private. Each one has significance to me” bullshit. He just didn’t want you to see pictures of your underwear covered in his cum.

“Oh no that’s okay! Sorry for bothering you. I’m just gonna go…” You said pointing to the field behind you. But Dick stopped you once again.

You were finally talking to him, he couldn’t let this opportunity pass him up. “But, if you want, I could take some pictures of you?”

The way he said it sent butterflies down your stomach and up your spine. You’ve never felt like that before. “Y-yea sure! I, um, do you need a certain pose?” You stuttered, hand behind your head, nervous.

God you looked so pathetic right now. “No, just act nonchalant.” He was so demanding. You kinda liked it.

He took 36 photos in total. 27 for you, and 9 for him. 9 photos of you off guard. Where you didn’t know he was watching you. So oblivious to his intentions.

“So how do you want these photos to look like?” Dick asked. He didn’t even know if you liked the photos. You just stared up at him.

“I mean, I could always give you my number?”

Holy shit. Holy shit. You wanted to give him your number. Just for some pictures? No way.

“Seems like you had secret intentions from the start, angel.” Dick said, sliding you his phone.

Angel. Angel. The word, repeating in your head. It had just slipped out, but god it made you wet. You felt hot, you needed him. So you would have him.

You dazily typed in your number and said bye. As you walked away, you tripped over a rock in your hazy state. Dick, being Night-Wing and all, caught you before you could hit the ground.

You stared up at him as he grabbed your arm. You felt small, tiny even. Helpless, pathetic, like he could toss you around. This man was perfect for you. The embodiment of sin.

“Be careful there, wouldn’t want you to mess up your pretty socks.” Dick spoke, walking away with his camera after making sure you were okay.

You were soaked. Dick was hard. There were 10 minutes left for lunch. You had needs, Dick had needs. (You can pretty much guess what happened.)

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The next time you spoke to Dick, was during 9th period on a Friday. It was AP History, you had a substitute today. All you were doing was watching a movie while the substitute typed on his phone.

Connor Kent was having a party tonight. You, of course, had been invited. You’d only been invited because Connor wanted to get in your pants, but you didn’t know that. Oh how oblivious you were…

Dick sat a row in front of you, one desk over to the right. He had his head down, left cheek on his left arm. You had been trying to get his attention with paper balls.

Dick knew this, of course he did. He’d noticed it a while ago, he just wanted to see you fail and have to get his attention verbally.

Eventually, you gave up. You reached forward, your skirt lifting up just slightly, and tapped his shoulder. Dick turned around just slightly, so that he could look at you. You were blushing hard, for a reason he couldn’t figure out. But he could guess.

You were blushing because of how he looked right now. Absolutely sinful, eyes dark and predatory. He always looked at you like that, you’d noticed. His lips spread in a slight smirk, hair awry. He looked so pretty.

“Um, i um…” god you were stuttering like an idiot. “Come on bunny. it’s okay, just try again.” Dick said. You blushed even harder, his voice was so deep and raspy.

“I just wanted to know if you’re going to Connor’s party tonight?” Connor’s party. The only boy who he despised out of the entire highschool. He had been invited, yes. But he didn’t want to go. Parties weren’t his thing.

But for you, they would be. “Yea, I didn’t plan on it but I might show up now.” Oh. Oh. What did that mean exactly. Was he planning on seeing someone? Did he have a crush already? Your heart chipped in that moment.

“And why’s that exactly?” You truly truly hoped you were wrong. You’d just found the perfect boy, and he already had a girl.

“The girl I wanna see is going. I’d have nothing to do when she’s not there.” Oh my god. This was your last straw. You wanted to cry.

“And what’s this girls name?” You needed to find out who this bitch was. You swore to God that you’d kill her. You would-

“Angel.” Oh. Angel. Angel. It was you. You were the girl. Your cheeks heated up, so much so that it was evident on your face. Your eyebrows scrunched just enough to make you look beautifully confused. Your leg, that had been bouncing for the last few minutes, stopped. You were content.

“Now let’s go back to watching the movie, angel. Wouldn’t want you to lose any valuable knowledge because of me.”

You still wanted to talk to him. “But I wanna talk to you, this movie is so boring!”

“Be a good girl and listen, why don’t ya? Behave and you’ll be happy you did.”

Yes sir. Don’t gotta tell me twice. You thought to yourself. Turning around, you tried to focus on the movie, yet your mind was busy thinking about Dick. You needed him bad, every part of him.

[yandere-sins]

I had this silly idea two days ago and just really needed to get it out of the system. Please enjoy! ♥

Characters: Yandere!Stepbro x Reader Warnings: Yandere, Suggestiveness/Lewdness, Fake Compliance, Really horny stepbro, Implied Feeding, Insults, I did use the word Stepbro once like in a porno and I am not sorry about that, I remember someone tagged my last post ‘Stepcest’ so I should probably too, Anyway they aren’t related and the yandere is not even adopted or a child of their parents he just lives with the darling lol

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"You can have some… if you ask nicely."

His words ran down your spine in a cold shudder. Your 'brother' didn't even try to shield himself from you as he held the cup of pudding over your head—your pudding. It seemed to bring him great joy to feel your body involuntarily rub against his as you tried reaching for it, waving about wildly on your tiptoes. He neither turned away defensively nor bothered peeling his eyes off your pouty face and take you seriously. Instead, his lips opened only wider in a perverse joy the more you bumped into his chest, unable to reach the goods he's been stealing from you.

"You're such an asshat. I didn't buy those for you!"

"Well, aren't siblings supposed to share?"

Letting out a frustrated grunt, you were so done with him. As if his intrusion into your family wasn't nightmarish enough, he always seemed to find some way to bother you with. Honestly, you could forgo this cup of pudding, but it was all about principles. It was only pudding, but before that, it had been your sweater, blanket, and games. He just had to have everything you had and not replicas bought new from the store. Yours. The one you owned. Everything that belonged to you. It was beyond selfish and demanding from the guy that took over your family in a heartbeat with his seemingly perfect manners and puppy eyes, claiming he had nowhere to stay and no family to take care of him. Then, when no one was looking, he'd turn around and obsess over you beyond what you would call sanity. Made you realize your parents aren't that smart since they took him in and wouldn't believe a word you were saying.

"Fuck off," you hissed, and he played offended by your insult, blinking a few times to fake tears in his eyes. "You're so mean…"

"It's the last one, okay!"

But your brother faked a sob instead of relenting as he should. If siblings shared, wouldn't it be fair if he gave the last cup to you? After he ate the other five before you even had the chance to get one. "I just wish you'd be nicer to me," he muttered, keeping his free hand over his mouth to hide the grin you knew was under there.

Possibly the longest groan of annoyance to ever fall from your lips escaped you as you rolled your eyes. Feeling sore after jumping on your tiptoes and trying to reach his hand and retrieve the goods, you stilled, taking a deep breath. Nice, eh? You could do nice.

Putting your arms behind your back and assuming the most innocent pose you could muster, you puffed out your chest and looked at him from behind your eyelashes, childishly swaying left to right as you asked him, "Can I please have some pudding, Stepbro?"

Admittedly, you expected him to laugh at you. Perhaps yell, "You look so dumb!" while proceeding to gulp down the pudding before you could get to it. But it wasn't like that. Nothing matched your expectations of the situation.

The moment the words left your mouth, his jaw fell open ever so slightly, eyes widening. His gaze turned from mischievous to highly alert, eyebrows shooting up and ears perking. There was a different shine in his eyes, interested and clearly wanting to see where this was leading. But he couldn't hide the gleam of affection and desire that came with your proposal hiding behind his composure. He gulped, licking his lips as if he was eyeing the most delicious meal, and it gave you a sense of regret that you thought you could do this. You stepped back instinctively, unsure how to handle his sudden hyperfixation on you, his muscles tensing, body getting ready to pounce. Your brother matched your movement like a predator, silent and with his body slightly hovering forward as he caged you between the kitchen aisle and himself. Bringing down his hands, he put them against the edge of the countertop, the pudding cup tumbling out of his hand and over the aisle—luckily still sealed.

"Want me to feed you?" he asked, his voice dangerously low. He was engrossed with the image of you squirming before him, looking for a way out while nervously meeting his gaze. There was so much hunger and neediness in his words, a silent plea of an undertone begging you to say yes. The corner of his lips curled upwards as he forced you to watch him lick the spoon he had prepared in advance for the pudding, provocatively, his eyes never straying from studying your expression and every little shift in your body. You knew he was thinking about using that spoon to feed you, dragging it all over your tongue so he could lick it clean after you. It made you beyond uncomfortable, and you glanced to your right, seeing your parents wholly oblivious to what was going on as they watched a baseball game. Not like they would have helped you anyway. Your stepbrother was their new favorite child, after all.

You were on your own. And your next move would make or break it—you could feel it. So you took a deep breath, leaned your head to the side, tapped your lips with your fingers, and asked, "Would you do that for me?" in the most cutesy voice you could muster. You almost felt like one of those discord kittens you saw on your social media feed, playing all sweet while being entirely appalled inside by what they have to do.

The worst of all? It worked.

He let out a low moan, pressing his body further against yours. His eyes widened a bit more before he bent over, and you were the only one who'd notice him shaking. Gripping the countertop so hard, his knuckles turned white, your brother took a deep breath, his chest pressing to yours and you could feel his racing heartbeat. You were still caught between his arms, so you waited patiently for your chance. You didn't avert your face even as he leaned in, lips so close you could feel his breath. You just waited. Waiting. Waiting. When he was finally so close, you both were basically exchanging air, the biggest smile crept back on his face, so bright and happy, like a child in the candy store.

"Oh, absolutely–" he wanted to say, but your knee jerked upwards and into his crotch before he could finish his sentence. And thus, the great, evil stepbrother crumbled to the floor, letting out a whiny squawk that - thankfully! - did not alert your parents. Laying on the floor, he stared at you with just one question replacing all the other emotions his eyes had shown you: "Why?"

So you shrugged innocently, turning around only to grab the pudding before stepping over him and getting a new spoon from the drawer. But before you could leave, your stepbro caught your ankle, his grip tightening so much you were almost sure it would bruise. You looked down at him, this pitiful boy that thought he finally had you where he wanted. This absolute sicko. He opened his mouth, pointing at it with a loud, "Aaaah."

You could only snort. Stomping on him would probably have caused a commotion which you didn't want, but he seemed offended enough by your reaction. Then, he sighed. Deeply. Heartbroken. "It's okay," he yielded, and you raised an eyebrow at the sudden change of heart. His lips curled back into a sly grin, and you knew nothing good would come of this interaction the longer you stayed. "At least I got a nice view today," he noted, pointing upwards at you, and you immediately felt the heat rise to your head. Even without wearing anything even slightly provocative around him, it still creeped you out that he thought of you this way.

Tearing your ankle out of his grip, you quickly walked out of the kitchen and his proximity, hearing him yell after you, "I'll take your leftovers!"

Shuddering, you hurried to your room, making a mental note to sneak out the cup after everyone went to bed and hide the spoon before dropping it into the dishwasher the next morning. You had no idea what he'd do with these items, and you didn't want to find out. But doing the dirty work for you had never bothered him.

 Not if digging through the trash meant he was gifted with something that belonged to you.

[shesmypoem]

A LAST GOODBYE

“I put the record on

Wait 'til I hear our song

Every night I'm dancing with your ghost”

PARING: Norma Bates x F!Reader

A/N: My friend decided to kick the bucket and I’ve finally been able to get back into the headspace of writing. I was trying to give delirium but idk if it was successful. Anyway, please enjoy and to whom ever requested this I hope it fits your standards.

Ps. sorry for any errors I did not feel like proof reading.

SUMMARY: REQUEST! anon: reader has a hard time accepting the fact that norma is dead, and her grief has made her somewhat delusional to where she believes that norma is still alive.

WARNINGS: ghost (?)

WORD COUNT: 412 (short one)

Your night was like every other night, lonely. Counting sheep, one…two…three…four hundred. Sleep never seemed to come and neither did Norma. You couldn’t remember how many days it’s been since you’ve actually slept. Three days or maybe it was five.

The second you began to drift off into sleep, you heard loud music coming from downstairs. It startled you so you press your eyes close as you try to calm your racing heart. Once you feel it regulate, you slip out of bed, wrapping your throw blanket around yourself and you journey down the stairs.

You see the living room light shining down the corridor. It’s cold, colder than normal you think to yourself. Reaching the living room, you see Norma standing in front of the record player. Her blonde hair lays loosely to her shoulders and her white cotton night gown meets her ankles. The light is a perfect contrast to her skin.

She has a record in her hand with a smile on her face, she takes off the current record and puts on the new one. As it begins to play she looks over to you “Wanna dance?”

You smile at her and join her in the middle of the living room. Her hands are cold, yet they warm you. You both spin around the room, your bodies swaying hypnotically in time with the music. She hums in your ear as she holds your body close to hers and as the song draws to an end, so does the spin of the room.

“I’ve always loved dancing with you to that song.” She whispers. Her cold lips press a kiss to the side of your cheek.

“I know.” You whisper back to her, backing up slightly to see her face. “Let’s go to bed?”

There’s sadness in her eyes, yet she still smiles. You furrow your brows as you tilt your head. “What’s the matter?”

“I’m dead, remember?” And with that, darkness fills the room and it grows quite and cold.

“How do I keep forgetting that?” Only then does the loneliness you’ve been trying to run from, slowly and quietly creeps back in. It embraces you, and you let it. It dances through your body like you and Norma were doing moments ago. As much as you’ve tried to stop yourself from crying, your tears still fall in vein and no matter how many of them stain your cheeks and soak into your clothes norma wasn’t coming back.

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[sokeanshu]

Bend But Dont Break

Bend But Don’t Break | read in full... . No matter who you are, we all have a limit as to how far we will bend before we break. . It does not matter if it’s personal, private or professional, nor does it matter if it is family, friends and relationships. There is only so far you will go, so much you can give, and so much you can endure, before you break. . I am the person that will always give and be there for everyone. Even if that means putting me in a bad spot. I will always do my best to help anyone that I can. I would rather be the one that has to fight out of a hole, than see the ones that I love struggle. . Most people would never take a “loss” for anyone. Most will only help if there is a benefit to them, or they know there is a “get back”. This is not me and it will never be me. . They say service to others leads to greatness and humility is the solid foundation of all virtues. I believe this as well. Many things that seem threatening in the dark become welcoming when we shine light on them. . Part of humility is being able to take grief, pain, frustration, sadness and insecurity for those that you care about. We all have people in our life that we go out of our way to help and provide for. Instead of wondering if there is going to be a “get back”, focus on the reason why you help in the first place. Sometimes, life is like this dark tunnel, you can’t always see the light at the end of the tunnel, but if you just keep moving, you will come to a better place. . Yes, I realize that there are bad people who are very selfish and have no problem leading people on, and taking advantage of people. So yes, you should have a breaking point. However, all of us are searching to find balance in our lives. There is energy all around us. The Yin and Yang, both Positive & Negative Energy. For every negative there is a positive, if you are humble enough bend, let go of your ego and look. . Sometimes, the best way to solve your own problems is to help someone else solve theirs. Remember Ninpo is not about being better than anyone else. It is about being better than what you were yesterday. Learning how to be humble and taking time to help others is part Ninpo. . The only thing we have in this life is experiences and when your time is up, so are you. Remember to give, help, love, and provide a service to others. You will be surprised at how your life will change for the better. ♥

[airbendertendou]

high&low masterlist ♥︎ 

now playing : “your friend is not just the person beside you.”

♥︎ your insta living w fujio in the sword district ♥︎ your insta when you work w the amamiya brothers & meet sannoh ♥︎ reader being part of an og sword gang & meeting the current crows love you, hate foolish! ♥︎ synopsis : you work at one of bonten's clubs, but recently, have been acting suspicious. a bonten member is sent to watch you and is met with someone completely different. | cross-over w bonten era!tokyo revengers

SANNOH

cobra

♥︎  scary boyfie but he paints your nails <;3 ♥︎ misc. self care with him [yellow version]

acid! ♥︎ synopsis : you’re usually the one who’s cleaning up his wounds but now the roles have reversed. | rocky's sibling!reader

yamato

♥︎  scary boyfie but he paints your nails <3

noburu

♥︎ nothing yet

tsukumo

♥︎ misc. self care with him [yellow version]

WHITE RASCALS

rocky

♥︎ misc. dating details w him [purple version]

kaito

♥︎  scary boyfie but he paints your nails <;3 ♥︎ misc. self care w him [pink version]

kizzy

♥︎ misc. self care w her [pink version]

OYAKOU

murayama yoshiki

sappy! ♥︎ synopsis : inspiration is low when you’re assigned an art project. fortunately, visiting your favorite boy sparks the motivation you need <3

you right! ♥︎ synopsis : patching up murayama after a fight is a normal thing. what isn’t normal, however, is how tense and worried he seemed after a particular fight. and after witnessing his odd fighting techniques — you aren’t sure if you’ll remain just friends.

i miss the way you say my name! [the way you bend ; the way you break] ♥︎ synopsis : running into your ex seems to set off a chain of events — ones he could have prevented. | darker content than usual! kidnapping [not by yama] , yakuza boss!murayama , manipulation , mind-break , probably not as good as you're hoping </3 , exes to lovers if you squint

♥︎ misc. self care w him [pink version]

fujio

♥︎ bodyguard!fujio walks you home ♥︎ instagram of life after befriending bodyguard!fujio ♥︎ tsukasa is sick n tired of bodyguard!fujio ♥︎ misc. self care w him [pink version]

tsukasa

♥︎ misc. self care w him [yellow version]

todoroki

♥︎ misc. dating details w him [purple version] twiddling fingers ♥︎ synopsis : stimmy thoughts abt my faves <3

yasushi

♥︎ your instagram dating yasushi ♥︎ misc. self care w him [yellow version]

RUDE BOYS

smoky 

♥︎ misc. dating details w him [purple version]

p 

♥︎ misc. self care w him [pink version]

takeshi

♥︎ nothing yet

DARUMA

hyuga

♥︎ misc. self care w him [pink version]

MIGHTY WARRIORS

ice

♥︎ misc. dating details w him [purple version]

sarah 

loved you before! ♥︎ synopsis : a day w your [soon to be] gf <;3 | intentionally sapphic.

ryu

♥︎ nothing yet

HOUSEN

sachio

♥︎ scary boyfie but he paints your nails <;3 ♥︎ misc. self care w him [pink version]

yuken

♥︎ absolute brainrot ♥︎ misc. self care w him [purple version]

sawamura

♥︎ nothing yet

SUZURAN

in chaos now! ♥︎ synopsis : your brother and his friends make a small trip to get you from school, only to run into the local gang.

♥︎ misc. self care w him [pink version] ♥︎ misc. self care w him [yellow version]

rao

♥︎ misc. dating details w him [purple version]

mercy

♥︎ nothing yet

yamaguchi

♥︎ nothing yet

binzo

♥︎ misc. self care w him [yellow version]

kamui

♥︎ nothing yet

ask abt the og crows zero!

OTHER 

amamiya masaki

♥︎ nothing yet

amamiya hiroto

♥︎  scary boyfie but he paints your nails <3

suzuki ryo

ok! ♥︎ synopsis : amagi koheis is good at using people. ryo thinks you deserve more - and you think the same of him. ♥︎ misc. dating details w him [purple version] wanna see you shine! ♥︎ synopsis : purge!au , ryo isn't quite how you remember him to be. but, he's always kind to you.

arata 

♥︎ nothing yet

amagi kohei

♥︎ misc. dating details w him [purple version] ♥︎ misc. self care w him [yellow version]

shoji sameoka

♥︎ misc. dating details w him [purple version] ♥︎ misc. self care w him [yellow version]

reiji himoru

♥︎ misc. dating details w him [purple version] ♥︎ misc. self care w him [yellow version]

idk how confident i am in writing these characters well but if i get any requests for them, ill try my best! 

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[moonjxsung]

hi star! it’s ☁️

i’m glad i got the emoji i wanted omg 😭 anyways i don’t know much about you (other than what’s on your bio) so to get to know you better, what are five things you’ve always wanted to do but have never done? i hope you’re having a wonderful day! remember to drink plenty of water ♥︎

Hi my loverrrrrr I hope you’re having the best day!!!!! I am chugging water as we speak 👼🫶

I love this questionnnn oh my gosh I love when you guys ask questions that make me think super hard. HMMM okay let’s see

1. Travel to another country w my sister (preferably for a concert!) we’ve been talking about going to Japan to see shinee if we’re able to and I’ve always wanted to go to Japan so I think it would be super fun 👼

2. Have a tattoo sleeve! I only have 6 tattoos as of now, but I get around 1 tattoo every year and eventually I’d love to have a sleeve of little tats on one of my arms. My next one is currently planned for August 👀

3. Go scuba diving! I’ve been snorkeling before, but I’d love to go deeper and be able to see some really cool sea creatures that dwell a little bit further down. I love swimming and I loved snorkeling when I went so I think it would be super fun 🏊‍♀️

4. Live in New York!!! I’ve said it on here so many times before but I love love love New York and I WILLL live there by myself for a short chapter of my life at some point. I know it’s so heavily romanticized but I just feel like I have to I am a huuuuge lover of city life 🌃

5. Publish a book! Self-explanatory but still would be a dream come true 💓

Hope you’re having the best week my dearest, make sure to take care of yourself!! Sending you all my love 💖👼🫶