#I’m losing it (I never had it in the first place)

[alvojake]

Surprise Baby | S.JY

「pairing」 : bf!jake x fem!reader 「word count」 : 1.2k

「synopsis」 : jake was deadset on making your birthday special even if that meant making you hang out with your friend until he was finished setting up his last birthday surprise.

「genre」 : suggestive & fluff

「warnings」 : kissing, pet names (baby, my love...), choking (if you squint), usage of a blindfold, implied smut, romantic shit, lmk if I missed anything!

「notes」 : this is going to be part one, I got super distracted towards the end and didn't want it to be trash, so I will be writing the next part probably tomorrow or the day after! also, thank you to everyone who sent me birthday wishes. it means the world; I love you all, sm!!! <33

The day had been nothing short of perfect. It started with Jake waking you up by littering small kisses all over your face and neck. The sweet scent of vanilla and cherries filled the air around you, meaning he had lit your favorite candle. His voice was thick with sleep but still rolled off his tongue like honey, coating your skin in a warmth only he gave you.

After fooling around in the sheets for the better part of the morning, Jake’s lips never gave you the chance to breathe. He finally slipped out of bed, telling you to stay put before bringing you a tray full of your favorite treats and a warm cup of coffee, knowing that you’d need the extra caffeine to get through what he had planned for the day.

You had started to lose track of the places that Jake had dragged you, too distracted by the lingering touches his fingertips laid on your skin and the smile that pulled on his lips. There was also something that he wasn’t telling you, the gleam in his eyes telling on him.

“Jae…” You let his name trail on, stealing his attention from the jewelry display case that you were standing in front of. “As much as I love shopping with you, I want to go home and have some us time.” Your hand snaked around his arm as you pressed yourself against his side, hoping that he would get the idea.

He smiled down at you, but you knew he wasn’t going to give in, causing you to pout. Chuckling, he took your free hand in his, pressing a feather-light kiss on the back of your knuckles.

“I have one last thing planned, but I need to get it set up.” He started, his eyes flickering to something behind you, “That means that I’m going to need you to hang out with Yeji for a little bit.”

You bit back a sigh as you looked behind you, seeing your best friend standing a few feet away, waiting patiently with a smile on her lips. Jake watched your face in amusement as your bottom lip jutted out in that very adorable pout that he absolutely adores. 

The smile on his lips morphed into a smug smirk before he reached forward, grabbing your face, squeezing your cheeks causing you to look up at him with doe eyes.

“Be a good girl and listen. I promise you’ll love what I’ve got planned.” He whispered against your lips before placing a gentle kiss on the plump skin.

You nodded softly, leaning into his touch, hoping to fully connect your lips to his, but he pulled away all too soon, causing you to whine. The older male just chuckled before pressing a finger against your forehead, pushing you back softly.

“Go have fun, I’ll call you when everything is ready.” He smiled once more before watching your figure reluctantly retreat to Yeji’s side, who greeted you with a warm smile.

It felt like hours had passed since Jake left you at the shopping center to prepare things at home. At first, you had managed to distract yourself with idle conversation and window shopping (even if Jake had given you his card to use).

However, now you were finding yourself checking your phone every few minutes to see if there were any messages from your boyfriend, but much to your dismay there was nothing.

“You know, checking your phone all the time isn’t going to make it go any faster,” Yeji joked as she sipped on her coffee.

“I know,” you rolled your eyes before setting your phone down to drink a coffee of your own. I just wish he would hurry up. I hate surprises.”

“Well, give it a chance. I know you’re going to love this.” She giggles as you give her a deadpanned look.

“I just know you’re going to love this, meh, meh…” You mock the girl’s words, causing her to burst out laughing.

About an hour or so later, you finally got that text from Jake and were quick to bid Yeji goodbye and rushed out of the shop you two had been browsing through.

You were sure you had made it home in record time, surprised that you hadn’t been pulled over because you were sure you had been speeding down most, if not all, of the roads you took. However, it seemed that luck was on your side today because there was very little traffic, and you only hit maybe two red lights on your way.

Getting to the house, you didn’t even bother grabbing your purse or phone, too anxious to see what the quote-unquote surprise was that your lovely boyfriend had planned.

When you stepped inside, the apartment was eerily quiet. The lights were all turned off except for the hallway light that led to the kitchen. Your eyebrows scrunched together in confusion. You couldn’t remember a day that the apartment was this quiet with Jake inside.

Just as you were about to call out to the man, your eyes caught sight of the petals sprawled across the floor. Sealing your lips in a silly smile, you crept closer, realizing that they led to your shared bedroom.

“Jake,” you called out as you made your way to your bedroom door, which was slightly ajar, allowing you to see the soft glow of flickering lights. You were met with silence, though, the hairs on your neck and arms standing tall as you reached out to push the wooden door open.

You open your mouth to call for Jake once more when you don’t see him anywhere in the room, only to have your voice get caught in your throat when your vision goes black.

“There’s my birthday girl.” Jake’s thick accent filled your ears, causing a shiver to run down your spine. His warm breath against your neck told you just how close he was as if the feeling of his chest against your back wasn’t enough.

“Jake, what is all of this?” Your voice shook slightly, a sudden rush of excitement coursing through your veins. Your fingers wrapped around Jake’s wrist, pulling them from your eyes and allowing you to look back at him.

Jake didn’t give you a chance to fully turn your head as he pressed a kiss against the warm skin of your cheek, his hand wrapping around your neck softly. Your eyes fluttered closed as he continued to press hot kisses along your jaw before nipping at your earlobe.

“Do you trust me, baby?” His voice was husky, instantly making you drip in your panties, and all it took was a simple mumble of a ‘yes’ for your vision to go black once more. Your breath hitched in your throat when you realized that it was a blindfold, Jake’s slender fingers tying a knot in the fabric, not tight enough to hurt, but enough to keep it in place.

Having your sight cut seemed to heighten all of your other senses. You could feel all of the hairs on your body stand tall as Jake’s hand traveled along the length of your waist, tugging at the fabric of your dress until it pooled at your feet on the ground.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll take great care of you. Tonight is all about you, my love.” He whispered in your ear as his hand lay on the plush flesh of your stomach while the other moved to your jaw, tilting your head so he could press a searing kiss to your lips.

It was going to be a long night, but you couldn’t have asked for a better birthday gift.

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[mimixmunson]

I don't want to bother you, but can you please do one for Eddie where reader is really clumsy? Like, she trips on her on foot, loses balance and falls even when just standing still, always has bruises all over her body because she is simply an air-head and ends up hitting her face on a closed door, her knee on the corner of the table and falling in all the stupidest ways possible.

Bambi. Clumsy!Reader x Eddie Munson. Fluff. Blurb.

(You’re never bothering me. I love writing your requests! I hope this is okay!<3)

“You okay there Bambi? You’re walking like you’re on wheels, need a hand?” Eddie teases, chuckling as you clasp your arm around his. He’s not the strongest of guys but his arm does offer you support. You’re clumsy, always have been. Your dad used to say you ran before you learnt how to walk, that you’d never really been able to stand upright on your own two feet without wobbling. He wasn’t wrong. Your parents had gotten you tested for dyspraxia, but the test results came back negative. Put simply, you were just a klutz, in medical terms? You’re just a little unbalanced.

“I know, I know.” You sigh, lifting your pants up to your thighs, letting the air brush against your shins. “Look at my legs Teddy, three new ones and a grazed knee” Muttering the last of your words under your breath, ‘three new ones’ refers to the three bruises scattered across your right shin. Eddie has a tendency to draw lines around your bruised skin and make the blue-yellowish stains look like Saturn, sometimes drawing smiley faces of the Nirvana logo.

He peered down, analysing the new shiners. “Seriously, you gotta be more careful. We’ve spoken about this before, eyes where you’re going, not where you were.” He exaggerated, speaking in a sing-song tone as he chuckles again. “Remember that time you ran face first into the glass door when we were kids? You split your lip and I cried because you were bleeding. Wayne had to deal with you bleeding on carpet and I was in hysterics because I was so sure you were gonna die. From a split lip no less.” Eddie’s mouth twitches up into a smirk as he begins to let out a full belly laugh. He screws his face up, as bubbly giggles escape him lips from reminiscing, “yeah, Wayne said you felt the pain for me cus I didn’t shed a single tear.” You confessed, joining Eddie in the melody of laughter.

“What can I say? I’m weak for a damsel in distress.” Eddie tilts his head and bows theatrically, standing up and opening the top cupboard. He places his box full of first aid supplies from the medicine cupboard onto the floor, opening up the first aid kit. “Let’s get this graze cleaned up shall we? Can’t leave it, will get infected and puss will spurt out. Will be so gross.” He speaks, pouring antiseptic liquid onto a clean rag. “Okay! Okay, I know.” You chime in, clearly disturbed by the imagery. “Just be gentle Eds, please.” You pout a little, hiding behind your hands.

“You know me Bambi, I have magic hands. I’m practically your personal nurse.” Eddie joked, gently patting the rag over your grazed skin being sure to wipe out any dirt and debris. “Hands of an old woman more like.” You tease, stifling your giggles from behind your hands, not wanting to see your wound.

“If you say so, but so you know. I’ll always be here to patch you up. Our little klutz.” He smiles, beaming from ear to ear. Choosing to ignore your cheeky comment, because “you’ve been in the wars.” He gently slaps a band aid over your kneecap and rubs his palm over it to make sure it sticks to you properly. Eddie leans over and pries your hands apart so he can see your face properly. “All done. You’re all fixed up.” He sighs, rubbing his hand over your cheek.

“Thanks Eds, good time to mention I’ve decided to take up ice skating?” You giggle, watching his face drop into the most shocked expression you’ve ever seen. “Kidding!” You tease, throwing yourself at his chest and starting to wrestle each other on Wayne’s living room floor. You are always gonna be looked after by Eddie, your chosen big brother.

[archiveikemen]

『Love Sparks from A Mean Lie』 Collection Event

Harrison Gray

This is a fan-made translation solely for entertainment purposes with no guaranteed perfection. I do not own any of the original content. Please support CYBIRD by buying their stories and playing their games. Reblogs appreciated.

Warnings and FAQ

The soft rays of sunlight poured in, brightening the room.

Through the open windows, cherry blossom petals could be seen fluttering in the garden with the pleasant spring breeze.

… On this tranquil early afternoon in springtime that felt perfect for doing absolutely anything relaxing, my brain was grinding its gears at full power.

Kate: A Straight Flush!

I confidently declared, finally having a strong hand of cards after being on a losing streak.

Harrison: … Oh? That’s a pretty good hand you got there.

Kate: Fufu, how's this? Can’t beat me now, huh?

Harrison: … It’s bad manners to show my foot, but I shall show my hand.

Kate: Eh?

Harrison: Yup, Royal Straight Flush.

Kate: Since when did you have a hand this good!?

Harrison: I just got it without realising.

Kate: *sigh*... I lost again. I really want to beat you, Harry.

Harrison: … Then how about we play a game of ‘Doubt’ next?

‘Doubt’ was a game where the players place a card from their hand facedown on the table and take turns to declare the number on the card, aiming to clear all cards on hand as quickly as possible.

The fastest player to end up with no cards on hand wins.

… However, players are allowed to lie about the number on the card.

The other players may doubt the truthfulness of the number declared and call it out by saying “Doubt”.

Kate: The point of this game is to either see through your opponent's lies or be convincing enough not to get caught…

Kate: But you never fail to see through my lies… I think this game isn’t fair to me!

Harrison: You can play silently without declaring the number on your card.

Harrison: I’ll declare the number on my card, and give you a little extra help.

Kate: … What do you mean?

Harrison: Just the number doesn't serve as a good hint, right?

Harrison: Therefore, I’ll tell you a ‘truth’ when I’m declaring the correct number on the card.

Harrison: When I’m declaring the false number, I’ll tell a ‘lie’.

Kate: So you’ll tell me the number and a statement… that's two pieces of information.

Harrison: With this level of disadvantage on my end, do you think you can win?

The corners of Harry’s mouth lifted into a confident grin.

(It’s frustrating, but… this is my perfect chance to beat Harry.)

Harrison: Let’s give it a go. You first.

Harry shuffled the deck of cards and dealt me a few.

Kate: Hmm…

(I should place ‘A’ down since it’s the first round.)

I placed the ‘A’ card facedown, according to the rules of the game.

Harrison: You’re starting off with a common card, huh.

(How does he know that when I haven't said anything…?)

Harrison: … My turn next.

Harrison: The number of my card is 2, and ‘I had fish for dinner last night’.

Kate: Oh… that’s a lie. Doubt!

We had dinner together yesterday and it was a meat dish, so that’s a lie.

Harrison: Yup, you’re right.

Harrison chuckled and revealed his card.

The number on the card was 6.

Harrison: What do you think? This way, my abilities will be limited.

(If he tells a lie every time he declares a false number… there’s a possibility I’ll win!)

Kate: Got it, let’s proceed with this rule!

Our game of Doubt lasted for approximately an hour.

Throughout the game, Harry sometimes saw through my lies and vice versa. We were soon approaching the end.

(Harry has only one card left on hand…)

Harrison: My bad, looks like this will be my win.

(I have to come up with a lie here somehow to win…!)

Harrison: … Before that, there’s something we haven't decided on.

Kate: Haven't decided on…?

Harrison: The penalty game for the loser.

Kate: You’re talking about the penalty while we’re in this situation…

Harrison: You don’t have confidence you’ll win? … That can’t be helped, then.

Harrison: If you’re already prepared to lose, there’ll be no penalty game.

Kate: I didn’t exactly say I have no confidence…

Instigated by Harry’s words, I responded vaguely.

Harrison: If that’s the case, then the penalty game will be ‘the loser has to listen to the winner’s every word for the rest of the day’.

Kate: … Got it.

(I wonder what on earth will he make me do…)

(…! This won’t do. I haven’t officially lost the game yet, I still have to try to win!)

Harrison: Well then, this is my last card. The card is an ‘A’, and…

Harrison: ‘I want to kiss you right now’.

Kate: … Huh?

Harrison: Now, is that the truth or a lie?

Kate: D-Doubt!

Harrison: … Huh? Are you saying that I don’t want to kiss you?

Harrison: You’re denying my feelings of wanting to kiss you? … That’s sad.

Kate: …

(I can’t call it a lie when he puts it that way…)

Kate: I-I take it back.

With that, Harry laid down his final card and the game ended.

Harrison: Thanks to you, I won the game.

(It’s frustrating to lose to him again, but more than that…)

I couldn’t take my eyes off Harry’s card laying facedown on the table.

Harrison: Why don’t you flip it over if you’re curious?

Kate: … Can I?

Harrison: The result of the game has already been decided, so go ahead.

(If the card is an ‘A’, it'll mean that Harry wants to kiss me…)

My heart was thumping loudly with the sweet anticipation—

Kate: Huh…?

— The card wasn't an ‘A’, but a ‘3’.

Kate: … That was a lie?

Harrison: This game is all about lying, isn’t it?

Kate: …

(Harry doesn’t want to kiss me…)

On top of feeling frustrated that I lost the game, I also felt disappointed that Harry didn’t want to kiss me.

While I sat there disheartened… Harry drew a few cards from the deck and held them in his hand.

I watched him absentmindedly, wondering what he was up to when the game had already ended…

Harry put his other hand over mine on the table.

Harrison: Saying that I want to kiss you is a lie.

Kate: … Y-You don’t have to say it again. Don't you think it makes me look pathetic?

Harrison: Why?

Kate: Because I… I’m the only one who wants a kiss…

Kate: … Having such one-sided feelings is pathetic.

Harrison: … I said I lied about wanting to kiss you, but I have a reason for that.

Kate: A reason…?

Harrison: … Because just a kiss isn’t enough.

Harry chuckled.

Harrison: This card is an ‘A’. … ‘I want to hold you so tightly, you can’t escape’.

Saying those honeyed words. Harry flipped the card over.

He pointed his chin at it, urging me to turn it over, and so I did.

(It was as Harry said, the card was an ‘A’...)

(... This means Harry does want to hold me.)

Harrison: The next card… is a ‘2’.

Harrison: ‘Kissing your lips isn’t enough. I want to kiss and leave marks all over your body’.

Harry placed the card facedown on the table again, and I quickly flipped it over to look at the number.

(He’s right… it’s a ‘2’.)

Kate: Harry…

Harrison: … I still have cards leftover. You’ll let me complete the game, right?

Harry continued playing the right cards while voicing out the things he wanted to do with me, until he reached the ‘Q’ card.

— If the card is correct, he’s telling the truth.

Everything Harry said so far was, without a doubt, his truest feelings.

Harrison: Lastly… this card is a ‘K’.

Harrison: ‘I’ve had enough of spending time with you today, so I think it's okay for us to go our separate ways after this’.

(This is…)

Kate: Doubt!

Harrison: … You win.

The card wasn’t a ‘K’, but an ‘A’.

He was lying about thinking it’s okay for us to go our separate ways, so the truth is…

Kate: … You want to continue spending time with me after this?

Harrison: Yeah, that’s right. So…

Harrison: … Will you take responsibility for exposing my lie?

Kate: Yes, I’d love to!

Kate: Ah… before that, shouldn’t we do the penalty game to be fair?

Harrison: You had one win and one loss. They cancel each other out, don't they?

Kate: The penalty is part of the game, so let’s give each other a penalty.

(The penalty we agreed on was… ‘the loser has to listen to the winner’s every word for the rest of the day’.)

(In that case… I know what I want to do with Harry.)

Kate: I’ve decided what I want to do for the penalty. What about you?

Harrison: … I’m probably thinking the exact same thing you're thinking of.

Kate: Let’s say it together. Ready… go!

Kate: I want to do all the ‘truths’ you told me.

Harrison: I want to do everything I said earlier.

Our feelings were mutual and we burst into laughter.

Harrison: Well then… we shall start with kisses.

— The darkness of the night long forgotten, the two of us drowned in the sweetness of games and penalties.

Being played by Harry’s mean lies and truths had me falling for him all over again.

[unformula1]

sadly this is how we end (LS2 x OP81)

oscar misses their meetup again and logan breaks down. w/c: 1425 day 37 of LOSCAR posts until we get a loscar podium!! (series masterlist) masterlist TW: swearing

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SHIT. Oscar quickly manoeuvred his way through the crowd. He can’t miss this again. He missed this for the previous two months, and rescheduled this one. He can’t believe he forgot it again. 

How would Logan feel? Oscar feels like giving himself a slap across the face. His stupidity is about to ruin everything

—

Oscar laughs till his core starts to hurt. He clutches it while leaning forward.

“Mate- it’s not that funny…” Logan says, a smile forming on his face seeing Oscar absolutely lose it over a slightly funny meme.

Oscar gasps for air as he struggles to form words, “No… you… you don’t…”

“Okay Osc, breathe…” Logan says while patting Oscar’s shoulder gently.

He can’t help but smile more seeing Oscar this happy. Honestly, when he first met Oscar, he never thought that he’d ever see Oscar smile, yet alone laugh.

Oscar finally breathes in and stops laughing for a while, his cheeks are red and his eyes have tears of joy in them. He laughed really hard.

“Was it that funny?” Logan says, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes. Absolutely.” Oscar smiles while responding, clearly holding back more laughter.

“Well… I’ll keep that in mind… yea?” Logan chuckles.

This is amazing. It’s just him, Oscar and their emotions. Logan feels loved.

This will never end.

—

This will never end.

Logan sits on the bench near the beach. He holds onto a sandwich, one which he bought from the convenience store across the street. He bites into it while watching into the sunset.

He shuts his eyes tightly to prevent the tears from spilling. A sting strikes his throat as he holds it in. He stuffs part of the sandwich into his mouth in a solid attempt to stop his tears.

Osc🐨

[Logan] I'm here

[Logan] 10 missed calls

He turns off his phone and continues eating his sandwich. He picks out a few vegetables which he doesn’t like and places them into the plastic container which came with the sandwich.

It starts to drizzle, Logan sighs, picking his things up and shifting to outside the convenience store, under shelter.

“Logan!” Oscar's voice rings through.

Logan turns his head to the side and sees Oscar running over.

Logan lowers his head and stuffs the final piece of sandwich into his mouth, chewing it silently as Oscar walks over.

There’s an ache in his heart which threatens to spill out as tears.

Oscar stands next to Logan, who’s sitting on the bench.

“Logan, I’m sorry. I was so caught up in everything, I had my phone silenced. I didn’t mean to miss it.” Oscar says, almost pleading.

Logan just subtly nods and dusts his hands, standing up to face Oscar.

“Really?” He questions.

“Yea- I mean, seriously, I wouldn’t miss our meetups, you know that.” 

Logan scoffs, “That’s starting to not be the case.”

Oscar hesitates.

“Sorry. I really…” Oscar sighs, “I- I know it seems really bad on me right now-”

“It does. It really does.” Logan musters out amidst his stinging throat and burning lungs.

Oscar stones, a look of surprise crosses his face, like he didn’t expect Logan to say that.

“If you don’t want to do this I’m fine with not doing this again.” Logan says, his voice sounding eerily calm.

“No- that’s totally not what I want. I really want to continue-” Oscar tries.

“Then why’d you miss it three times…” Logan’s voice cracks, “Three times you left me alone.”

Once is a mistake. Twice is a coincidence. Three times is a pattern.

Oscar freezes almost instantly, worry laced in his voice, “Logan- man, I’m seriously sorry for those times, I really had to skip them.”

“And what happened this time? Lando’s party? Another last minute meeting? Training session?” Logan knows he’s being pretty annoying right now but he can’t stop. A burning sensation fully takes over his lungs.

Logan takes a deep breath and tears brim in his eyes, which he wipes away immediately. 

Thunder roars in the background. A pretty suitable backdrop for this.

“I’ll make this right. I promise Logan, I will.”

“You missed your chance to do that.” Logan grits his teeth in a last ditch attempt to not cry, “Should’ve done that months ago.”

“Logan c’mon man, you can’t just say that.” Oscar tries again, “I mean- we’ve been friends for this long- can’t just be a few times right?”

He sounds so manipulative right now.

“It isn’t just those few times Oscar.” Logan says, his fists clenching up, “It’s been too long. Every single time I needed you, you weren’t there. Every single time I asked for you, you didn’t deliver. Every. Single. Fucking. Time.”

Oscar wants to say something but nothing comes out.

Oscar takes a step closer to Logan and Logan flinches, quickly backing away.

“Logan- I’m sorry. I’m sorry, please… you know-” Oscar stutters.

“I used to know you… then you changed… everything changed.” Logan scoffs, stuffing his hands into his pockets as more tears surfacing and one of them flows down, tracing his cheek to his cheekbones.

Oscar runs his hand through his hair, his voice pleading, “We’ve been friends for years Logan, you know I won’t just throw that all away.”

“Would you though?” Logan questions which silences Oscar again, “You threw it away in seconds… seconds… when you chose something else over me. Your career over me. Your reputation over me. Everything over me.”

Logan knows how dramatic he’s sounding but he can’t take it anymore. The words just spill out his mouth, his filter disappearing and the words all coming out like a rapid fire machine, unfiltered, pure rage.

“You placed me at the very bottom of your list Oscar.” Logan’s muscles tense up, turning his head away.

“No-” Oscar replies, “No. That’s so not how I see you-” 

Oscar clears his throat, “I- I mean you have always been my best friend, a priority. I’ve never seen you as anything less.”

Logan finds that harder to believe, increasingly harder as the months went on.

Logan feels all the rage in him build up, Oscar’s gaslighting him. Oscar’s trying to make Logan come back, like he’s been doing all those years, just fishing out Logan’s pity all those years.

It was a sick joke.

They used to be everything, they used to be each other’s worlds.

Then Oscar walked out. 

Liar. 

“Liar. You’re a liar.” Logan lashes out.

“Logan-”

“NO! No more of your bullshit. I’m done-” 

Then, Logan turns around and storms off into the thunderstorm, he’s drenched but Logan refuses to look back, he doesn’t want to be lured back into Oscar’s sick mind-fuck, he doesn’t want to be Oscar’s little pity puppet. 

He hears Oscar calling out for him. Logan! Logan please come back. He shuts his eyes tightly and wipes off his tears, which don’t really help since he’s wet already.

Logan quickly runs off before he changes his mind or Oscar does something.

He hates this.

He falls to his knees in the middle of an alleyway. The rain beating down mercilessly onto him.

Why can’t he ever have one good thing in his life? 

Nothing ever works out.

He walks into his hotel lobby, the judgmental stares of the people around him as he trudges across the marble floor, leaving a wet trail. He gets to his room as quickly as possible.

Even the one thing he put all his hard faith into.

Logan sobs violently, bawling his eyes, all his tears spilling out. 

He punches the floor and his fist turns red. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. FUCK.” Logan swears. He covers his face, his wet hair is in a disgustingly stale position and his entire body feels heavy. His legs don’t want to support his body so he stays on his knees for a while.

He feels it all crumbling down, like waves crashing against a sandcastle. That felt real, their relationship was built on sand, that would eventually fall to the elements. Was it?

Was he being too dramatic?

Logan shakes his head violently, the tears rolling down his cheeks endlessly. Anything else would be better right now, he’d even rather be in training right now. Not alone, in his hotel room, feeling trapped by the four walls.

He cries more.

He chokes on more tears.

He hates this. He hates everything. He hates Oscar. He hates himself.

He doesn’t know what he’s supposed to hate.

“fuck.” Logan whispers softly, dragging his body so he’s leaning against a wall, tucking his head in between his knees.

Wishing everything would be different.

[dudeitiskarev]

Maybe Someday | Ch. 7

A Spencer Reid mini-series

Pairing: Spencer Reid x female reader

Chapter summary: you visit Spencer. And Henry.

Tags/warnings: food consumption.

Word count: 1.6k

Author’s note: can you tell I’m bad at summaries

Neither of you mentioned it—the almost-kiss. 

It didn’t make things awkward either, which could only mean it wasn’t that big of a deal. Even when it became all Spencer thought about. 

Day and night he craved having that close to you again; to hold you tight, smell your hair, and inhale you until you became a part of him. 

He missed you, and you didn’t mention the almost kiss, so why would he? Everything was as normal as it ever was. 

Except… that it wasn’t. 

Two weeks went by since the most wonderful moment, a few texts here and there, but he needed to see you. So when he couldn’t handle your silence anymore, he showed up at ‘Moramor’. Your face lit up the same way it did the first time but all you said was ‘Hi, what can I get for you?’ as if he was any other customer. He asked for a cup of coffee with a donut, as usual, and after you placed his order on the counter, he sat at a table for one, as usual. He was the only customer that morning while he was there but you didn’t go sit with him for a few minutes, as you usually did during slow mornings. You only glanced at him every once in a while and tore your eyes off him when you made eye contact. That wasn’t like you, he admitted, and part of him wanted to walk up to you and talk to you about it. But he didn’t. He left the cafe with a tight-lipped smile, a wave of a hand, and an empty chest yet full of things he needed to say. 

That night, the only person he had to talk to was a two-year-old toddler. 

“I probably shouldn’t tell you all this,” Spencer said to Henry. 

He’d agreed to babysit Henry for the night while JJ and Will went out for a very much-needed date. Henry was an easy kid to look after, so once Spencer gave him his dinner—sweet potato puree—they sat on the floor over the playmat JJ brought.

“I’m sorry I don’t have a TV for you, but I got you this chessboard the other day.” Spencer opened a small box. “It has flat cardboard pieces for your safety but this way you can familiarize yourself with the game until you’re old enough to play with actual pieces,” he explained, displaying the game. 

It seemed boring now that he had opened it. Still, Henry showed interest and immediately brought one piece to his mouth.

“Okay.” Spencer gently took the piece from him.

“Uh-oh,” Henry babbled. 

“Yeah, uh-oh,” Spencer chuckled. 

His house phone rang, making him stretch his body just enough to reach it while still sitting down. “Hello?” 

“Hey, you’re home.” That was your voice on the other line. His heart began to race.

“Y-yeah, I’m home.” He played with the cord. 

“Good because I’m outside your door. Open up.”

His mouth was left open as you hung up before Spencer could reply. 

“Looks like we have a visitor, Henry.” Spencer stood up rather quickly but gathered himself so he wouldn’t look too excited. He put the long front pieces of his hair behind his ears and adjusted the tie around his neck. He walked to the door, never losing sight of Henry, and opened the door for you. “Hey.”

You opened your mouth to greet him back, and your eyes went past his shoulder, widening. “Hey, there’s… a kid in your living room.” 

“I’m babysitting for the night.”

You quirked a brow. “You have a side job?” 

“No?” he laughed, stepping aside for you to walk in. “I don’t think I need a side job. And even if I did, I doubt I’d choose babysitting. That’s Henry, my godson.”

“Oh.” You took a step back. “ I should’ve called earlier. I’m so sorry. I can go.”

You had a take-out bag in one hand from your favorite Chinese food restaurant.

“No! No, come in, please.” He opened the door all the way. “We uh, we were just playing some chess. We— we would love your company, actually.” 

And by we he meant himself, of course. Henry had no idea who you were but once he met you, Spencer was sure he’d love your company too. 

“Are you sure? Because I can go.” You insisted, your eyes darting from Henry to Spencer. “We can hang out some other day when you’re not too busy.”

“Not busy. Just… with a toddler.” Spencer chuckled.

“Oh, okay.” You walked in hesitantly but made yourself comfortable anyway, taking off your shoes by the door. “Have you eaten? I brought some Chinese.”

“I was starving, actually. I don’t know why I didn’t think of making myself some food before JJ dropped him off.” 

You made your way to his kitchen, Spencer right behind you.

“I’ve got it.” You smiled. 

Okay, Spencer nodded and picked up Henry to sit with him on the couch.

“Are you looking after him all night?” Spencer could get a glimpse of you from there, moving around the kitchen as if it were your own. The sounds of plates and silverware being placed over the counter brought an odd warmth to his place, making it seem like it wasn’t made for someone to live alone.

His stomach rumbled. “I don’t think so, no. They dropped him off two hours ago. They’re usually gone for four hours,” he explained. “I also usually go to their place but this time JJ asked if she could bring him here. I don’t know why.”

You walked to him with the plates, placing them over the coffee table. “Probably because they intend to make another baby after their date,” you casually said, licking the tip of your finger clean.

“Oh.” Spencer's lips turned downward. “Didn’t think of it that way. Now we’re… traumatized.” He looked at Henry whose blinks were slowing down while looking at you.

“Sorry,” you laughed, taking your first bite. “He’s sleepy,” you smiled, looking back at Henry. 

“Yeah, it’s past his bedtime.”

Yet he fought hard not to fall asleep. Henry was too entertained watching you eat.

It didn’t feel as awkward as Spencer thought it’d be. Maybe because he didn’t allow it by talking nonstop about every little thing that made Henry… Henry.

“You’re a natural,” you commented.

“I don’t know why but kids love me,” and just he said that, Henry stretched his arms towards you. 

“Well, they love me, too.” You put your empty plate over the table. “C’mere big boy.” You were gentle to take him from Spencer and sat the kid on your lap. He stretched his little arm and caressed your cheek. “Oh, thank you, you’re so gentle,” you said, using a subtle baby voice.

Spencer’s chest swelled at the sight, and just like Henry, he stayed looking at you. 

“What?” You frowned at him.

“Nothing,” he merely said, shaking his head. “It’s just… you’re a natural, too.”

“I think he’s gonna fall asleep in my arms.” You made yourself comfortable, sitting further back on the couch, and adjusted Henry so he’d be lying down. “I might fall asleep, too.”

He could assume by your work clothes and the subtle undereye bags that you’d picked an extra shift. “That’s okay.” Spencer glanced at his watch and then back at you. You rested your head back and closed your eyes. “JJ should be back in about thirty minutes, so you can sleep if you want.”

You shook your head, glancing back at him, weary-eyed. He wanted to scoot over and hold you and Henry while he stroked your hair and fell asleep in his arms. He almost did, but he held his urges and just gave you a soft scratch on the top of your head and stood up. 

“I… I’m gonna clean this little guy’s mess,” he said. He picked up every toy, packed Henry’s bag, and did the dishes all in eleven minutes, and soon, JJ was knocking at his door.

“Hey, Spence.” She walked in and as soon as she saw you she gave Spencer a knowing look, subtly widening her eyes. 

You were on your way to her already with Henry in your arms. “Hey, I… he just fell asleep on me and I didn’t want to wake him to put him in the stroller.” You sort of apologized, looking down at him. “He seems so cozy.” And there was your subtle baby voice again. 

“It’s perfect. It’s the only way he falls asleep, actually.” JJ reached for Henry and you gently peeled off him until he was gone from your arms. You crossed them over your chest right away. “Will’s waiting for us.” JJ looked up at Spencer. 

“Yeah, I’ll go with you.” Spencer went to get Henry’s bag and hung it over his shoulder. “Hey,” he said to you. “I’ll be right back.”

You only smiled at him and wiggled your fingers goodbye. 

JJ wasted no time while going downstairs. “You’ve never mentioned how pretty she is,” she commented.

“I haven't?”

“I’ve never seen you that nervous around a girl either.”

“Yeah, she’s not any girl.” He was quick to reply. 

It was JJ, and she knew about you. To a certain level.

“Oh?” she raised her brows. 

“What?” he asked without a clue.

“You really like her.”

“Of course I like her.” 

“Does she know you like her?” 

“I think she does.”

JJ stopped in her tracks. “So, what’s stopping you?”

“Stopping me from what?” Spencer frowned. 

“Spence,” she said in an isn’t-it-obvious tone and nudged his arm. “From making her your girlfriend.” That was a question he’d been asking himself, too. And the only answer he came up with as he made it back to his apartment was you.

I hope you liked this chapter!!!! 💖

[nuhahani]

I Found...

I Found - Amber Run

Megumi x Fem Reader fluff, light angst.

1.k words.

Summary: How do you comfort your best friend after he loses his dog and new friend ? You open your domain and bring back everything he's lost.

“Domain Expansion; Cosmic Graveyard.” Fields of dark lifeless rainbows transformed the body of space around you. Grassy headstones that were mildly unkempt moved the earth to create space in the domain. Megumi reached up to touch what he mistook for a dust particle. “Be careful, I’m not sure who that is.” His empty expression turned to you, dead eyes that didn’t have the energy to spark curiosity or even ask. With cupped hands you caught one of the thousands of small wandering particle that passed gently through the air around them in a way that reminded the dark-haired boy of cherry blossoms in the spring. Except these particles shimmered and glowed like fireflies. “These little dust-like floaters are spirits. Any spirit or curse that I have encountered I can use in here after it passes. I call these little floaters spirit dust, kind of like star dust since that’s really what the top of my domain looks like.” Thoughtfully you covered your hands and released the spirit dust onto the ground as if you were gently placing glass down. “Curse technique; Soul Resurrection.” 

The dust swirled into a little white ball of fur that twisted and stretched into a fully grown dog. Megumi let his cold icy expression be replaced with shock and amazement. Standing in front of him, tail wagging and mouth panting, was his white Devine dog. The tips of your fingers grazed the top of the dogs’ head as it observed Megumi drop to his knees. “Come here! Come!” There was no hesitation from the shikigami when it came to following your best friends’ orders. You could honestly say that it was the first time that your domain had ever experienced smiles and breathless laughter, the first time your gift was seen in a positive lens. It was all because of him. Megumi, the cold stoic boy who hid his emotions and would rather tell world to fuck off than ever admit he was hurting was the first person to truly make you see the good in your ability. The higher ups viewed your curse technique as something that needed to be put to an end. You weren’t a curse user, and you certainly weren’t able to fall into the group of shadow/shikigami users.

Your spirits and curses weren’t familiars, and the higher ups were on guard about sorcerers like you since Geto’s defection and even more so after Yuji swallowed Sukuna’s finger. If it hadn’t been for Gojo finding you and convincing them how useful you could be on their side, you would’ve faced your execution years ago. After all being able to summon and bring back beings from the dead was not your everyday ability, watching a seven-year-old summon her dead to play with was not an easy pill to swallow. To say your technique wasn’t for the faint of heart was not an overstatement, you did have the tendency to walk around with undead animals daily. Your subconscious was constantly at work the way Gojo’s infinity was always on. Gojo had taken you under his wing and you were raised side by side with Megumi. So, when that sugar crazed man came to you asking if you could help Megumi after what happened with Yuji and his Devine Dog, how could you possibly say no? Gojo had kept you separated from the other first years, you were already a special grade and there was no need to keep you on easy missions. That’s what he said but you felt there was something much more sinister about the meaning behind ensuring that Sukuna’s vessel never encountered you.

Megumi seemed to be able to read your mind, the words basically written in the air for him to reads. 

“Can I see Yuji?” 

The four words that ripped you to shreds, it had become clear to you why Gojo didn’t want you to ever encounter Yuji Itadori, the sweet boy that was supposed to be executed just as you were. Your mentor didn’t want to give Sukuna the chance to see you and your curse technique. Megumi already knew the answer. The weight and reality of wishful thinking crashing down on him. You couldn’t bring him back. You had never even gotten a glimpse at the other first year; you only knew what you had been told and that wasn’t enough to resurrect a soul. 

“I’m sorry... ‘m so sorry Megumi,” Your best friends' expression broke you. How could you keep it together when he was on the verge of crumbling, the one who you also thought was untouchable. “I’m not allowed to meet him so I can’t show him to you.” The three of you fell into comfortable silence as he finally allowed himself to feel the weight of all his loss. You didn’t want to ruin the moment, but you had no choice but to tell him now. “Gojo is sending me back across seas tomorrow. I’ll be in China this time.” Laid between you in the grass was a small headstone engraved with foreign writing. The grass in your domain was always softest around the graves, white fur almost completely separating the two of you. “Apparently, he’s found a sorcerer with a similar technique to mine. He doesn’t want me back until the end of October.” 

“You’re leaving again… That idiots kept you out of the country as long as Yuta.” 

“The perks of being a special grade I guess.” You chuckled but could the burn of his gaze on you. Megumi would miss you, he would never say it, but you knew each time. You did your best to bring back gifts for him depending on where you went. Recently you brought him back a black and white beadwork bracelet from her time in Africa with Miguel and Yuta. The time before you brought him back incense and perfume from her time in Egypt where Gojo had sent you off to learn more about the ancient curse techniques related to your own. You knew his favorite gifts were ones that were mildly cursed however Yaga had banned you from bringing more cursed items back after the canned tuna incident. Everywhere you went no matter how large or small, for your own education or mission; you always brought him something back. “I’ll bring you something back of course.” His dark eyes never left you; he was unsure if could look away and you didn’t want him to. 

A/N I think I’ll write more for this piece, oh well. I’ve decided to write more fluff because I like fluff and if you don’t then be like Kevin Heart and MIND YOUR DAMN MOTHERFUCKING BUSINESS.

[clemblog]

Caine’s Lesson - Part 4

•

“Alright Lou, we need to try and find our way out of here. T-This place is gonna collapse eventually-“ Hummed Pomni, wringing her hands together as she tried to figure out what to do.

“Yeah… Where do we go then?” Asked Lou, softly.

“I… I don’t know- Just where ever the road takes us I suppose- Just- Somewhere safe.”

“Definitely somewhere safe- Let’s just figure out a way out of here first-“

“R-Right, right-“

“Do you think you could do that uh falling thing again? You know, how you fell through the ceiling to get to me?”

“U-Uhm… I could try? What about you?”

“Could you pull me with you?”

“I-I could try-“

“That’s all I want you to do, Poms.”

Pomni took a deep breath, staring up at the floor boards where she’d clipped in. She could figure this out. For Lou’s sake. For her new friend.

•

Jax hated to admit it, but things had kinda gone down hill since Pomni had been sent off by Caine.

Ragatha wouldn’t shut up.

Zooble and Gangle had gotten very buddy buddy-

And Kinger was well- Kinger.

“I don’t want to hear your rescue plan, Dollface, you’ve already told me it-“

“But Jax, if you just-“

“Lalalalala-“

“Jax!”

“I don’t know what’s worse, this or listening to Zooble try to get into Gangle’s ribbon-“

“Jax! The digital circus is open to everyone-“

“I know, I know! You don’t have to tell me so-“

“Yeah! So, you can’t just say that about Gangle and Zooble, just because they like each other-“

“Woah, woah, Raggedy Ann, are you implying you think I’m homophobic- I am hurt that you think so low of me~”

“…That wasn’t you being a [——]?”

“No, that was me being an AroAce [——-] and comparing your insane rambles to Ganoobles slowly growing romance arc-“

“…Jax-“

“Anywho, your plan sucks [—-]”

“JAX!”

•

“Caineeeeee?”

“…Yes Bubble?”

“When are you going back to the circus? Aren’t they gonna need a new adventure soon?”

“…The circus can find its own adventures for the moment.”

“Wha- Why? You’re the ring master! They can’t function without you-“

“Pomni’s doing just fine.”

“…Yeah- But that doesn’t mean-“

“So, they don’t need me. Especially when all I do is upset them.”

“You don’t mean to upset them-! You’re a learning AI- You’re just learning-“

“Yet I still upset them.”

“Just tell them-“

“It’s not an excuse Bubble-“

“So apologise then-“

“No.”

“Why not-!?”

“…Because I don’t want too.”

“…Caine?”

“If I apologise, that means I’m wrong. And I can’t be wrong. I’m the all powerful Caine. Ringmaster. God. All knowing AI. So. I won’t. They’ll come grovelling for my return eventually. Even Pomni. I will be the only AI that matters to them all. And I will regain my purpose.”

“…Right..”

Bubble had been friends with Caine for as long as she could remember. But she didn’t feel safe with him right now. The exile of Pomni had lost her, her best friend. So, the next time Caine spaced out, thinking of only he knew what. Bubble slipped away, disappearing to Pomni’s room and curling up on the end of her bed.

Pomni wasn’t here but she could dream she was.

Caine wasn’t acting normal but she could dream he was.

Something was wrong but she could dream that everything was okay.

•

Pomni had seen the insides of items and assets she’d never wanted to see before. But at least now she and Lou were out of the basement. Now it was just time to get out of the kingdoms ruins.

Hopefully without losing Lou to the Fudge Monster…

She was drawn from her thoughts at the feeling of Lou’s trembling hand in her own. She had to be brave. She had to protect her.

Lou was stood mere meters away from the creature that had ruined her kingdom and eaten her citizens. If Pomni was in her position, she’d be frozen in place.

So, she had to be brave. Even if it was hard.

Her name was Poms, and she would be the Saviour of this world.

…For Gummigoo.

“Alright, Lou. F-First, we’re gonna duck over to that building.” Spoke Pomni, softly, looking up to Lou.

“O-Okay Poms.” Nodded Lou, staying close to her side.

The pair were able to successfully get to the next crumbled building. Only a few more to go. It was hard at times. Listening to the booming voice of the fudge monster as the pair did their best to stay quiet and steady their breath.

“Come on Lou. We’re almost their-“

“I don’t know if I can do this Poms-“

“You can!”

“I- don’t know-“

“Please? Come on… You and I both know that so many of your citizens would want to be in your place right now-“

“…”

“Instead their sat in the belly of a beast. Don’t give up… Please? For them?”

“…Alright. Let’s go.”

Pomni ran as fast as she could, eyes set on the gates. …They weren’t really gates anymore- The rubble under her feet quickly turned into the soft supple sweet sand of the world.

Lou was smiling.

She felt safe.

Pomni had helped her.

Pomni had made her feel safe.

And nothing had gone wrong!

“PRINCESS! THERE YOU ARE!”

[——].

Part 5

[gunilslaugh]

Need Some Help Darling?

Kwak Jiseok Summary: Bad Guy Jiseok always seems to be around whenever you find yourself in trouble. (non-idol au) WC:~1.1k Warning: Reader gets threatened with a knife (but doesn’t get hurt)

photo not mine credits to owner.

The first time you met Jiseok he had taken you hostage. Your dad had taken a loan from him and was yet to pay it back, so Jiseok decided to take you until your father paid him back. 

“Jiseok, leave them alone!” Your father frantically tried to get you away from Jiseok. Jiseok tightened his already bruising grip around your middle. 

“I wouldn’t have to do this if you just paid me back.” Jiseok chuckled sinisterly. “I’ll give you three days to give me the money. If you don't, your little precious here gets it.” He caressed your face with the back of his hand making you flinch. He then proceeded to drag you out of your home and throw you into the backseat of a car. 

“You don’t need to look so afraid,” he said, sounding annoyed. 

“You just kidnapped me!” you argued. 

“Blame your father. If he paid me back this wouldn’t have happened,” he argued back. 

“What if he doesn’t he doesn’t get you the money?” you asked worriedly.

“I said it back there didn’t I? You get it,” he leaned forward and lifted your chin with his fingers.

“What is ‘it’ exactly?” you asked, leaning away from him. He lets go of your chin.

“I haven’t decided yet. Do you have a least favorite finger?” He looked down towards your hands. Resulting in you curling your fingers and pulling your hands further up your lap. You can hear him chuckle at your action. 

“I didn’t do anything though. Why should I have to lose a finger?” you pointed out. 

“It’s called collateral damage darling.” He shot you a cheeky smile. 

“Don’t call me that,” you grumbled. 

“Well I never got your name, darling,” he called you the pet name again. 

“Y/n, my name is y/n,” you told him. He hummed. 

“Darling suits you better,” he says. 

“Asshole suits you better,” you muttered. 

“Hey don’t mean now. I’m the one with the power here,” he reminds you. 

“You kidnapped me and said you cut off my finger,” you justified your meanness. 

“I said I haven’t decided yet. If you keep talking like this, maybe I’ll make it your tongue,” he threatened. Your mouth immediately closes as you fall silent. “That’s what I thought,” he tsked. “For your sake let’s just hope your father pays me in time.”

Two of Jiseok’s men held you in place while Jiseok stood off to the side in front of you talking with your father. 

“So do you have the money or are things gonna get ugly for darling over there.” Jiseok gestured towards you.

“Jiseok please just let them go and we can figure something else out. They didn’t do anything,” you dad said. Jiseok sighs walking over to you.

“I guess I overestimated how much you care about them.” Jiseok pulled out a knife. He ran it alongside your face. “Where should we start?” He pretends to think and looks over to where your father stood. “Or maybe we should just get right to it,” he held the knife against your neck making your breathing hitch. 

“Stop! Stop! I have your money. Let them go, don't hurt them,” you dad pleads. He goes and gets an envelope full of the money.

“You should have just handed it over,” Jiseok states, annoyed. “Let them go,” he tells his men while he counts the money to make sure it’s all there. The men release their hold on you. Your dad rushes over to you uttering a thousand apologies. 

“Let’s not have any business together again,” he tells your dad. “Goodbye darling,” he tells you as he exits your house. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You stretched your aching muscles after finally finishing your work. Your boss thought that it would be nice to make your department team completely redo a project that was due tomorrow morning. Most of your colleagues had already headed home while you stayed behind to tie up the loose ends. You gathered up your belongings and started to head out of your work building. All you wanted to do was go home and sleep. 

Once you arrived at the nearest bus station you took a seat on the bench and waited for the bus to arrive. 

“Hey pretty, what are you doing out all by yourself?” A group of guys approached you, making you immediately feel uneasy. You decided to ignore, praying that the bus would hurry up and arrive.

“Cat got your tongue?” another one spoke. They took a seat next to you on the bench. You stood up to distance yourself from them. One of them caught your wrist. 

“Oh come on. There’s no need to be scared. We just want to talk,” one said.

“Yeah we don’t mean any harm, how about we go grab a drink or something?” one suggested. 

“I’m not interested,” you said firmly, pulling your wrist away.

“Looks like we got a feisty one,” one notes. You begin to quickly walk away. Trying to get to the nearest building for safety. You can hear them follow behind you. You picked up your pace to walk even faster. 

“You’re gonna miss your bus,” they taunt you. 

You’re ready to start sprinting when, “There you are darling. Didn’t you say we’d meet at the bus stop?” It was Jiseok. He comes and wraps his arm around your shoulder and looks at the group of guys behind you. 

“Do we have a problem here?” He looked at the guys darkly. He moved his shirt out of the way to show the knife he was carrying on his hip. Safe to say the guys bothering you quickly scampered away like a bunch of scared kittens. 

“Thanks,” you said softly. 

“You should be more careful. It’s not safe at night, especially in this area,” he tells you. You nodded. 

“I’ll head home now,” you dismissed yourself. 

“I’ll take you,” he used his arm that was still around you to keep you in your place. “This place is full of bad guys.” 

“Like you,” you joked. Jiseok scoffs. 

“Yes, like me, so let this bad guy take you home before another one makes you end up on the news,” he says. He then guides you to his car. The ride back to your place is silent other than the radio that is playing. 

“Thanks for driving me back,” you thanked him once you arrived at your house. 

“Here,” he hands you a piece of paper. 

“What is this?” you asked. 

“My number. If you work late again and have no one to pick you up, call me,” he tells you. You stare at the paper. You didn’t know what to make of it. 

“Thanks, goodnight.” You folded the paper and opened the door to get out of his car. 

“Goodnight darling,” he called after you.

Taglist: @purplelady85 @gingerjunhan @chewednails @ezlynkisses @mon2sunjinsuver @mxlly143

[cherie-doll]

𓆩♡𓆪 Headcanon : They Realize They’re In Love With You

✧˚ Gaz, Horangi, Alejandro

₊˚ପ apologies for the lack of characters in this one I have writer’s block ToT (I’m trying to get through by writing characters I haven’t written for before)

“Lovers don’t have reasons. Nor do they have motives, they have nothing.”

Gaz

It was a friends-to-lovers thing

He enjoyed your presence and sought it, you were a pleasant person to be around

His attention started being placed solely on you

In a room full of people, you’re the first person he looks for

Frequent glances your way, his gazes yearn to meet your eyes

Needs to get something done? He’d want to have you next or near him, claims that the task is less boring if a friend is there

A soft fluttering in his heart, like the flap of a butterfly’s wings when you smiled, your eyes with a spark, your laugh that was like a refreshing spring; pure to hear

Started to dream about what it’d be like to have you as a partner, just out of curiosity

Found himself wishing it was real

“Can we try and see where this goes?”

Horangi

He’d throw whistles and smirk your way as playful banter

Never did he expect it to get serious

He was so naturally drawn to you, it may have taken him a while to realize it

Deep down, he wished to be captivated, to be violently in love

The feelings that had arisen from a simple glance when you passed by soon turned into fascination and attachment

He liked feeling his heart beating faster, his senses sharpening, and a prickling sensation crawling up his neck when you came near

A dazzling spark of excitement in his eyes as he played dangerously close

Feeling the flames searing higher, he knew he couldn’t drag this out forever

Maybe, he’d allow himself this once, he had nothing to lose

Alejandro

He is very much a lover and a romantic

The first meeting could have been something taken out of a love story, or so it seemed that way to him

He fell captive to the first smile he witnessed under the blazing sun

The only person who made him smile after a tiring day was you, you must’ve been special

Was it pure coincidence? He believed it was chosen fate

Those lips, he wanted them to be only for him

Constantly distracted thinking about you

Little was needed for something to remind him of you

He wanted nothing else than to be the cause of your bliss

It was more than he could handle at a distance, risking himself; he aimed straight at your heart

[bambeebirdie]

This is for @bluepeachstudios ‘s Ghost in a Shell. It’s really good you should read it.

I looked at exactly one picture of Jupiter Jim and went “yeah this should be enough to draw him.” I will not be answering if it actually was

Have some bonus content under the cut!

And sketches

(I love any character who can say “I don’t want to go back to prison” it’s like the funniest thing to me)

[fallowtail]

i try not to let it get to me but the knowledge i am always going to be The Stupid One in every situation i’m in just…really, really sucks. sigh. oh well. i stay silly :3c

[purrrcrastination]

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[tirednotflirting]

night went from so good to the absolute worst so fucking fast last night and i have yet to rlly cry about it

[milo-is-rambling]

I just want to cry what the fuck

[cerberin]

it was a year yesterday since he ended things & i finally feel so much better

[antimony-ore]

OK one last gripe to get it out of my system, I hurt my foot somehow the day before my mom left and it’s been bothering me A LOT and the farm work isn’t helping