#he was just looking at me like '......are u mentally sane'

[t4tbedehopmar]

i just called my brother himeru 🧍🧍

[lebrookestore]

oh girl what the fuck

[ariaste]

louis was like "this is the love of my life...... the vampire armand....."

and I was like "girl...... you're both bottoms...... traumatized bottoms with daddy issues....... where are ur shitty boyfriends??????"

louis and armand out here having the world's most boring pathetic sex, they're like "we're so healthy, we have grown past our shitty-boyfriend-having phase, now we're always Safe Sane And Consensual 😌 we don't have unhinged sex anymore 😌😌😌" they are going insane. this is why louis is having a mental breakdown. he's been having intensely hinged sex for 77 years, like 100% slow lovemaking with clear communication and so much lube and always "one finger, two finger, three finger, cock" and the traffic-light consent system in place even though they don't practice any kinks that would involve words like "stop" and "hang on a sec" meaning anything but literally that. no one in this house has been rimmed in 77 years. Every night they have a very polite Discussion (it's not an argument, it's not) about whose turn it is to top because nobody here wants to. louis is not built to handle this psychologically. lestat's going to text him "hey mon cher miss u sooooo much i can't live without you, haha i got your number by killing some people at your phone company, actually several phone companies because i didn't know which network you're on, anyway come over and sit on my face WINK WINK i'll do that thing you like so much, you know the one!! the one where you're always like 'ew lestat you're so gross' but then it makes you come so hard you pass out [eggplant emoji, eggplant emoji, water drops emoji, blood drop emoji]" louis is going to see these texts and go into a fugue state and be OUT! THAT! DOOR! in nanoseconds. NANOSECONDS!!!! meanwhile lestat is double- and triple- and quadruple-texting about how he's always wanted to try roadhead and blithely using words like "pussy" in reference to louis' anatomy without asking if that's cool and also sending seven unsolicited dick pics clearly taken in an airplane bathroom

armand has never sent a dick pic in his life, even a solicited one, because it's "crass" and there are "privacy concerns" and he's "unsatisfied with the current standard of end-to-end encryption technology". lestat doesn't even know what end-to-end encryption is, and if he did he wouldn't care about it because "if a hacker is going to all that trouble to look at my nude photographs, louis, i think they've earned them :))) even though they could just follow me on instagram and tiktok or sign up for my onlyfans" this is why armand about to get dumped at terminal velocity. he doesn't even have instagram.

[hitomisuzuya]

electro archon scara breeds u cus I'm mentally ill!!!!!!!!! also what instruments do you see scara playinf????

- ⚡ anon if that hasn't been taken

Electro!Archon Scaramouche x fem!reader. Begging. Vision play (Electro vision Scara) Overstimulation. Degradation. Begging. Breeding kink. God complex. Ego stroking. Bondage. Fingersucking.

Don't worry, we both completely sane. Electro Archon Scaramouche breeding me...yes please. You just know that God complex is going to be off the charts. He deserves to be an Archon! And🥺 I see Scara being able to play the piano, the violin, and the guitar.

Your wrists were tied above your head, you were straddling Scaramouche, grinding needily down against his cock, his fingers pumping in and out of your mouth. His other hand was busy stimulating your clit with Electro.

You were starting to whimper and mewl, choking happily on his fingers whenever he felt like it. Scaramouche loved how desperate you were rapidly starting to look. He has something of a twisted, smug smirk on his face.

You were starting to get overstimulated. That's what he wanted. Now he could order you to start begging for him. The more overstimulated you were, the louder you begged and cried for him.

Scaramouche pinched your clit before smacking a hand across your ass. "Well, get started, slut. Tell your God how much you want to be fucked and bred. Depending on how well you beg, I may consider letting you cum with these," He pushed his fingers into your throat again before pulling them out of your mouth.

He considered being cruel and taking his hands off of you completely, but your cunt just felt too wet on his cock to keep his hands off of you. They found your hips, guiding your pace while you grinded needily on his cock.

Your walls were starting to clamp around nothing, making you whimper. He brought your chest to his mouth so he could flick Electro onto your nipple with his tongue, making your back arc in pleasure. "I can't hear you," He purred, curling his tongue around your nipples to suck on.

"My Lord Archon! My God! Please fuck me! Breed me! My only purpose to is to serve as your cock sleeve and worship you!" You pleaded, struggling against the Inazuma silk bindings tying your wrists together above your head trying to feel the head of his leaking cock against your entrance.

Scaramouche curled his fingers underneath your chin, his eyes dark with lust. "Good girl," He purred, swirling his tongue around your nipple before kissing you. His teeth bite at your lips. "Now tell me how much you want me. Sing my praises, whore."

You were more than happy to oblige him. You licked at his mouth submissively, making him groan in bliss. The more you showed submissive worship, the harder his cock throbbed for you.

"I want you, my Lord Scaramouche," Archons, he loved it when you called him Lord. "Nobody can fuck me this good. I live to worship you, you deserve it. Nobody is more powerful than you. And because I--" He held his breath, waiting for what you were going to say next.

You kissed him, open mouthed and passionate. "Because I love you," Scaramouche moaned in bliss the second the words came spilling out of your pretty mouth. Squeezing your hips possessively, he lifted you and lowered you down onto his cock all at once, making you scream with pleasure.

Scaramouche nearly cummed on the spot from how tightly your cunt clenched around his cock. "What a good girl, a pathetic whore.." He groaned, sending jolts of Electro buzzing against your clit while he rubbed it, making you bounce eagerly on his cock.

The way he pushed his cock deep into your cervix conveyed one thing, to fuck you senseless and breed you full. He wanted to see cum leaking from your cunt, a buldge poke up in your stomach from how deep was inside of you.

Scaramouche licked his lips in anticipation, pushing this thumb around the buldge when he saw it. "Cum inside of me, Scara! Please!" You cried out between loud whimpers and moans of pleasure. "Fuck me until I can't hold anymore of your cum! Fuck me dumb!"

Your whole body shook when your orgasm washed over you suddenly, the intensity making your fingernails dig into your palms.

The feeling of your release gushing out onto his cock brought Scaramouche to his own orgasm. Holding you into his lap, he slammed his cock up inside of you, feverishly fucking you down onto his cock. "What a slut, cumming without permission from your Lord," He hissed, hovering a hand over your throat.

You tilted your head, showing your throat to him in further submission. His fingers prodded at your throat, smirking when your walls clamped around his cock.

He tore the silk, freeing your wrists. Pushing you down onto the bed, he pinned them above your head, pulling out of you just to slam back inside of you. "I hope you capable of crying louder this time, kitten. I'm not finished with you yet."

[plutopitou]

◇ Wash your mouth out with soap

bakugou katsuki x reader

wc: 1.1k | fluff, angst if you squint

Katsuki’s been criticized since he was a teenager about his brash personality, taking a toll on his mentality. But even from a distance he can see your brazen heart waiting for him, always.

This is slightly rewritten and reposted but enjoy luv u

Katsuki always had a mouth on him. Since the day you first saw his stone face on tv yelling at an interviewer in highschool, he’d grown to be known as the verbally abrasive hero- not that it mattered to him much at that time, anyway.

His mother had tried everything as the child grew up. The traditional hitting with her slipper, washing out his mouth with soap for ten minutes per cuss word; it proved to be unsuccessful and a distorted form of punishment that left a distinct scar in his memories.

“Pro Hero Dynamight verbally attacks civillian after villain attack!”

You look up to see the news headline pass through the screen with exclusive footage of your boyfriend getting into some verbal spew with a civilian, both covered in dust with a collapsed building in the background.

An ambulance pulls up to tend to the man’s injuries as Katsuki bitterly walks away from him before barking an unbleeped “Go fuck yourself”.

You couldn’t help but laugh at his quick outburst as the channel rushes back to the flabbergasted news anchor not expecting his foul retort, undoubtedly questioning his qualifications to be a true hero. You’re swift to turn off the TV and focus on something else.

Katsuki’s persona he was given was not something unfamiliar or a wedge between the both of you. You vividly remembered your first awkward date with eachother. How after every minute you couldn’t count on one hand how many times he was vulgar the more drinks he threw back to ease his anxieties.

People always questioned how could you ever date someone like him. The hero with not just an explosive quirk but an explosive personality that just seemed to be distasteful and rude- how could any sane person stand to be with someone like him?

However, other people’s view of him was the farthest of himself.

The clock hits five minutes to midnight before the apartment door opens, a rustling noise emerging through with heavy footsteps. You close your laptop and look over at your boyfriend tossing his backpack to the side and hanging up his keys.

“‘M home.” Muttered from an annoyed expression. Katsuki’s brows are furrowed down as he pulls his sweatshirt off, his long sleeved hero shirt hugging his muscles from underneath.

Getting up from your seat near the kitchen, you eagerly prance to his fatigued spirit. You gently push back his blond hair, cupping his hot cheeks, planting a sweet kiss where he needed it most. He can feel his unsavory mood melt away as you pull away with nothing less than a pretty smile on your face. “I missed you.” You stated delicately.

His face slowly softens, muttering how much he missed you as well. “I was gonna call you when I got a chance, but fuckin’ assholes held me up today.” He breathes out, the distaste from the events you saw earlier leaked ferociously from his words. “Some man got pissed ‘cause I didn’t get his stupid phone while saving him from a collapsed building.. ungrateful ass just causin’ a scene in front of the press, per usual.”

You watch his features tense from how much he’s holding back letting himself become irritated again about the spew earlier- you can see through his emotions better than the finest telescope. It was the first quality he noticed when he first met you.

When he talked you paid attention to every word; not in a way of faux admiration because he was a famous hero, but in genuine care of what he had to say. You didn’t get upset when he would swear a lame joke, instead you laughed like a rhythmic lullaby to his ears.

Since starting UA, all eyes were on the best in the school and he was always watched and criticized the most. His track record of saving civilians since he got his hero license didn’t matter, it was always going to be about how he’s perceived by the public from the way the media spins narratives about him. He would never admit how much it hurt, he’d rather let Deku continue to be number one than do than let society know they can wear him down.

Katsuki couldn’t advert his gaze as you started to run hot water in the shower for him. You come back and are immediately grasped into his frame. The living room is dimly lit as you slowly sway with the tempo of his warm, mellow nature.

“Shower with me?” He whispers.

You look up from his chest, chin near his heartbeat. “Already did earlier, but you go ahead and ill set the bed up for you?”

The room smelled fresh with cool air and candles as the window curtain wisps with the melody of the breeze. Katsuki walks in shirtless with fresh sweatpants. His hair is limp and damp, skin smelling fresh and old scars on his chest and back able to breathe.

He groans lightly as he lays on his chest, head resting on his hands facing the window as you drip oil on his aching back; hands tracing down the tense cords of muscle and up his neck. Every push he releases a breath, unpacking all the negative emotion from the past twelve hours like therapy.

You loved to just stand and work magic on his body than in a sexual type of passion. It was the way you stared at the shape of the body he’d built himself since he was in school, the divots that are reminiscent of a smooth mountainous landscape. How an hour in you couldn’t tell if he was asleep the way his mouth is slightly open and his brows are straight and relaxed.

It was always a struggle to hold back the tears when he can safely sleep. You keep them back before he ever sees them; because if there was one thing you knew about Katsuki, it’s that he hates seeing someone feel bad for him.

Luckily for you, he never sees it, just feels it.

Katsuki took the hits and fall into his body without delay. There was no hesitation about it as one glance down at the grooves of pink skin peppered over his build can confirm it. It wasn’t something he regret, just something he pondered on.

You both found yourselves to fall into this routine a couple times a week when you see your boyfriend’s shoulders droop just a little lower than usual, when his gaze was just a bit more sheen with distance. It’s been years since the last war, but he was still stuck on the one inside himsef. It made your chest ache.

Outside the room he lays in he was known to be a foul-mouthed man with too much power than he knew to deal with.

You push down the curve of his back with the heel of your palm in the thought.

You wished it was that simple.

He was a young hero stuck with the weight of a cruel world on his back.

You finish kneading his muscular frame, your hands hot of every drip of emotion soaked up like a sponge in water. Turning to leave, you’re stopped with a pull at your hand.

Katsuki slowly pulls your body into his seated embrance. Your delicate fingers find his hair, rubbing down his soft back as his breath his head lays against your stomach, hands leaving ghost touches against your chilled back.

The warmth of his hands find your chin, pulling you down to his level. Your lips lightly brush over eachother before he presses his against yours gently. “I love you, you know..” He mumbles a centimeter away.

Your eyes flutter open, sweeping past the smell scar against his face to his red ones sweet with honey. “Of course I know, loser.”

In a second you’re flown to your back, Katsuki hovering over you playfully as you laugh in surprise.

Those people just wouldn’t get it.

I noticed i lose a bit of followers when I dont post for a bit or just unactive- im always here but inspiration is always a process for me to fully conjure up something as small as a 1k fic.

Please don’t be disappointed, I will try and get better with activity <3

Please like, follow, and reblog ʕ⁎̯͡⁎ʔ༄

[sweatervest-obsessed]

Spencer Reid Masterlist: Fics

In order from Newest to Oldest. Last Updated: 02/26/24

Spencer Reid Series

Key: Personal Favs:✨ Requested:🔹 Angst:🔴 Fluff:🟡 Smut:🟣

Last Last Time ✨🔴 What if 'First Date' was just severely more complicated, and hurt a thousand times more? What if you had never walked out the door? What if Spencer had never met Cat Adams?

You 🔴✨ a small fic inspired by the loss of someone, and how Spencer feels about it.

Truth or Dare 🔹🔴 Request!: "okay so i'm thinking post!prison reid and reader break up bc he's not ready to be in a relationship after everything that happened in prison. they just don't get back together bc when spence is finally ready it's been a while and they both think it's too late and no one makes a move and they remain as friends UNTIL jj's love confession brings some feelings back onto the surface - reader finds out about it and (cue jeid and their weird, longing glances🥲) has a whole it's all really over moment and then there's distance between her and spencer until there's a confrontation about it and BAM a love confession and second chances😁😁"

Lucky Me 🟡 Just a cozy scenario where the reader is a wee bit drunk, and has a phenomenal idea, maybe inspired by a true story or two.

Symphonic Kisses 🟡 You give Spence a pretty damn good anniversary present.

Cold Feet 🔹🟡 Request!: "could u do Spencer Reid and childhood friends fem!reader with heavy pining and " it's always been u" at the end hurt/comfort ?"

Loving You 🔹🟡 Request!: "hiii!! congrats on the 500 followers 🤍 for your celebration, could i request 7 and 13 from the fluff prompts for spencer reid? thanks :]"

Never Let Me Go 🔹🔴 Request!: "hello !! rn i'm in the mood for some angst with a happy ending so can i request something where reader's got really bad abandonment issues? 🥹 maybe they fight over something which makes r leave ++ spence is confused bc it's so sudden n unlike them but it's all bc theyre scared he'll leave first n then it's just lots n lots of reassurance🥹🥹 thank you!!"

Unexpected Visitor 🟡 There are some things that the team does not know about, like you, for example. Some good, quick, Christmas fluff for your holiday enjoyment.

Pope and Circumstance 🔹 🟡 Request!: "Heyyyy!!!! I read that you were taking requests so I was wondering if you could write something for non BAU nerd reader and Spencer. Something sweet and comforting with a reader that’s a nerd but more on the language and literature side."

Birthday Present 🟡 You and Spencer enjoy a night in together.

New Shade of Green 🔹🔴 🟡 Request! "Hey idk if you're taking requests but I'd love to read a fic where Spencer Reid and reader are in established relationship and on a case it happens that reader's best friend since childhood assists. And Spencer gets really jealous of their close friendship but is in denial. A lot of angst but a fluffy ending."

Black Dog 🟡 Mornings with Spencer feel so good. Based on Led Zeppelin's Black Dog.

Cramps n Comfort 🔹🔴 🟡 Request! "Okay, Spencer comforting reader who has really bad period cramps and is just crying"

To Make Sure I Stay Sane 🔴 Based off of Six Below by Flipturn. What happeneds when your cover is blown? What do you do when you can never really recover from the shit you endure? pure angst.

Barbenheimer! 🔹 🟡 Request! "Reader takes Spencer to see Barbie, and he might just enjoy it more than he thinks he will."

Wired Frames 🔹 🟡 Request! "Spencer request: The team meets at a bar after they returning from a case and Spencer comes in looking dramatically different (like a nice new haircut and casual outfit and glasses) and the team / OC lose their minds"

Bad Day 🔹 🟡 Request: "spencer just comforting reader after a bad mental health day and helping them to take a break and shower/or bathe🌼🫶🏻"

Something Old, Something New 🔴 🟡 takes place during S7 Ep1, The Gang goes to court! Lawyer!Reader! Spencer is really over the senate committee, but something cools his head when he bumps into an old friend.

[rollercoasterwords]

louis was like "this is the love of my life...... the vampire armand....."

and I was like "girl...... you're both bottoms...... traumatized bottoms with daddy issues....... where are ur shitty boyfriends??????"

louis and armand out here having the world's most boring pathetic sex, they're like "we're so healthy, we have grown past our shitty-boyfriend-having phase, now we're always Safe Sane And Consensual 😌 we don't have unhinged sex anymore 😌😌😌" they are going insane. this is why louis is having a mental breakdown. he's been having intensely hinged sex for 77 years, like 100% slow lovemaking with clear communication and so much lube and always "one finger, two finger, three finger, cock" and the traffic-light consent system in place even though they don't practice any kinks that would involve words like "stop" and "hang on a sec" meaning anything but literally that. no one in this house has been rimmed in 77 years. Every night they have a very polite Discussion (it's not an argument, it's not) about whose turn it is to top because nobody here wants to. louis is not built to handle this psychologically. lestat's going to text him "hey mon cher miss u sooooo much i can't live without you, haha i got your number by killing some people at your phone company, actually several phone companies because i didn't know which network you're on, anyway come over and sit on my face WINK WINK i'll do that thing you like so much, you know the one!! the one where you're always like 'ew lestat you're so gross' but then it makes you come so hard you pass out [eggplant emoji, eggplant emoji, water drops emoji, blood drop emoji]" louis is going to see these texts and go into a fugue state and be OUT! THAT! DOOR! in nanoseconds. NANOSECONDS!!!! meanwhile lestat is double- and triple- and quadruple-texting about how he's always wanted to try roadhead and blithely using words like "pussy" in reference to louis' anatomy without asking if that's cool and also sending seven unsolicited dick pics clearly taken in an airplane bathroom

armand has never sent a dick pic in his life, even a solicited one, because it's "crass" and there are "privacy concerns" and he's "unsatisfied with the current standard of end-to-end encryption technology". lestat doesn't even know what end-to-end encryption is, and if he did he wouldn't care about it because "if a hacker is going to all that trouble to look at my nude photographs, louis, i think they've earned them :))) even though they could just follow me on instagram and tiktok or sign up for my onlyfans" this is why armand about to get dumped at terminal velocity. he doesn't even have instagram.

i’m in love w u

[oh-no-its-bird]

Just wanted to say I adore all your au's but the idea of Tora and Shisui are sending me my two favorite boys interacting

They'd be so fun together!! I honestly think they'd have really good chemistry

I see them as one of those dynamics where people take turns looking at them and going "oh ok so HE'S the sane one, right?" but switching who they're talking about depending on the hour of the day. (The catch is neither of them is normal they're just so good at acting it that they've managed to trick even themselves)

They have to take turns being in charge in the trio with Itachi bc if either one of them is left in charge for long periods of time it inevitably goes to shit

They have a lot of genuine respect for each other (which is somewhat rare coming from Tora, who, while gives a lot of surface level respect to people bc ettiquite, doesn't actually tend to really respect a lot of people)

They have the perfect personalities to play off eachother as the "straight man" and point out when the other is being insane or just plain weird

Meanwhile, Itachi is looking at their individual crazy going "this is a perfectly normal idea told by two perfectly normal upstanding members of the community and I have no issues with anything u are saying right now"

<- which also makes Itachi the perfect tie breaker/in-between for them bc he is blind to any crazy they may say and will take them very seriously no matter how stupid or outlandish the idea proposed

I think Tora existing and kind of dragging Shisui into this dual partnership for "who's in charge" between the three of them also eases a lot of stress off of Itachi. He just has to sit there and eat his applesauce in the back seat of the car as Tora and Shisui argue ab how to take care of any given problem and occasionally ask if he has any ideas.

Personal take here: I don't think Itachi likes being in charge! That boy is a born, built, and bred shinobi who follows what he is told to a perfect T, no matter how blatantly horrifically awful the order is! Even if hates it with all of his heart! He'll still fucking do it! And then only blame himself for it and not the guy who fucking ordered it! Because he'll still obey that guy after!

Which also adds another fun layer of irony bc hes supposed to be clan head one day!

To me, Itachi is a fascinating subject of having an unshakable, unbreakable iron will— and also having absoloutley no spine

To be fair tho was also like. Fuckin 13. He was fucked up and was tricked at a very, very young age and unfortunatley that one mistake came to chain him to that one specific way of thinking. If he came to grow out of that way of thinking, he'd first have to admit he'd made a mistake, which wasn't gonna happen bc it was too late for regrets.

But anyways:

With Tora here Itachi has another "voice of reason" to help steer him away from other voices who might otherwise bind him. There isn't as much pressure on only him + Shisui to here and now choose what they (and only they) will choose to do to save the entire clan or Konoha

Tora is a natural leader and quick to take charge, and Itachi is ok with that. When Itachi chooses to speak, he is listened to carefully and his opinions are taken seriously, which is all he can ask for tbh. Otherwise he's allowed to sit there and look pretty till given a nice, neatly wrapped plan approved by 2 people he can really, truly trust.

So he's doing a bit better mentally than canon

Anyways, in this AU I think Itachi should actually get to semi-retire as a shinobi and actually Sasuke gets to be clan head bc his brother ain't built for it. Plus it can play more into the stuff I was talking ab earlier about Sasuke struggling a lot more than those around him to learn different stuff (sealing especially) only to come out as one of the most terrifying in what he eventually masters.

Let the second son inherit!! Let Sasuke have a defining character moment where he decides he wants to help guide the clan, and he's forced to kind of get over his brother worship to confront Itachi to say he doesn't think he'd make the best clan head. And Itachi let's out this sigh of relief he did not know he has been holding for his entire life and tells Sasuke he's proud of him.

Fuck right sorry we were talking about Tora and Shisui let's get back to that—

They're a terrifying, hyper competent duo who are here to get shit done. I've been thinking about Tora's chakra affinities latley, thinking it's mostly wind with a weak water affinity (and boy do I have thoughts about the implications of him having lost that strong connection to water in this life but that's for a different post) so his wind moves can feed into and off of Shisui's fire for some cool combo attacks. Just them fighting together really well in general is fun to think ab tbh

Tora has a decent (honestly kind of mean) sense of humor, but when he makes jokes he says it with a totally straight face. (Itachi is similar so when they're joking with eachother no one can ever tell bc neither are even laughing about it as they banter w dead faces)

But Shisui, having grown up with Itachi, can totally tell when he's joking and thinks he's funny. He's a pretty upbeat, smiley guy, but he always seems to be laughing about something around Tora for some reason (the reason is that Tora is funny you just can't tell)

Shisui is in general just really good at reading him. He catches on to what he's thinking really fast and will sometimes react to Tora's plans before he even explains them. Or he'll see some scattered clues to something and go "Hmm. This means nothing to me but it feels like something Tora would notice, so I'll make note of it"

I think over time both Shisui and Itachi would start to make similar expressions to Tora

(I love when friends subconsciously pick up on eachothers expressions and vocabulary)

Tora catches Shisui's "I'm going to cause problems on purpose" smile and Shisui catches his in turn. Tora catches Itachi's quietly smug gleam in his eye and Itachi gets his own (very punchable) smug smirk

Funny scene where Shisui makes the exact expression Tora always makes before declaring something terrifying and Kakashi instinctivley slaps him upside the head bc of it. Shisui goes ?????? What the fuck was that for ????? As Kakashi apologizes and stares at his own hand in confusion

Tora and Shisui are a comedy duo you can't change my mind

[anonymous-rendezvous]

An Unconventional Relationship

💛 Luca Kaneshiro x GN!Reader

✦ — Written by Mod S 👿. Beta Read and Edited by Mod I ✨.

✧ — Contains: Humor, strangers to friends to ???, & open ended

✦ — Word count: 3.3k+ | Ao3

Based on these prompts - "You're lucky you're cute." "Wait, you think I'm cute?"

─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ───

The sun is just beginning to dip below the horizon as you take your usual route home after work. “Hmm, maybe I should order something for dinner…I don’t feel like cooking, plus I’m pretty sure I still have to do the dishes. Ugh, curse you past me!” You trudged your way down the street, practically sulking as you walked. This was virtually routine for you at this point: getting off work, walking home, debating about dinner, sleeping, repeat. It was a pretty average life, and you accepted it wholeheartedly; the motions and all.

Well, it had been pretty average until a fairly strange encounter happened; the monotonous routine led you to make a very unusual… friend(?) roughly half a year ago. You can still recall the night vividly; the events playing through your mind are more similar to a show than an experience that had happened to you.

You had worked overtime resulting in you leaving work much later than you normally did. The moon was already high in the sky as you attempted to rush home. That was cut short when you were suddenly pulled into an alleyway; a knife pointed right at your neck. Like any sane person, you were about to give the person all your money, until – inches from your face – you see your attacker get punched straight in the jaw. The force sent him tumbling further into the alley. Hardly having the time to process anything, you didn’t notice that the nice stranger had proceeded to pull you away, two people dressed similarly to bodyguards rushing past you towards the mugger.

“Are you okay?” With the moment of calm, you took in your savior’s form. Broad, blonde, a very expensive-looking suit and matching hat that almost hid his lavender eyes from view, and from what few words he spoke; an Australian accent.

“U–um…” You quickly collected yourself, looking down to take a deep breath before thanking the stranger. “Yes, I’m fine. Uhh, thank you for that, by the way. You sure got a punch on you.” Before you can mentally smack yourself for being so awkward, he laughs, causing you ease.

“Well, thanks! I pride myself on my good punches! Oh, but do you need a ride home? Don’t want you to get mugged for a second time tonight. Lots of unsavory characters walking around during this time.”

“Really? Well, sure, a ride would be nice! Although, in exchange, I’d like to know the name of my savior.”

He takes off his hat, and brings it to his chest, letting you see his face without obstruction. “Heh, I can’t give you my full name, but you can just call me Luca, okay?”

You accepted his generous offer, and he did, in fact, drop you off safely. Ever since then, he’d occasionally pull next to you in his very expensive-looking car to check up on you. Hell, sometimes you’d run into him on your later shifts, and every time he’d offer to take you home. In his words, “To make sure you don’t get mugged again, you know?”. Honestly, you have no clue why he cares so much about you. He dresses so expensively, his car looks like it costs more than your entire life’s savings, and he has what you assume are bodyguards. He seemed like someone very important. So why is he constantly coming back to check on your safety?

This question loops back into your brain again as you walk, so much so you don’t even notice the car that pulls next to you. It’s not until the person rolls down their window and calls, “Hey!” that you snap back to reality, head-turning quickly as they stop. You notice there are two people in the car, and they look very similar to the same bodyguards who were with Luca the night he saved you. “Heya, you're the Boss’s friend, right? He wanted us to come pick you up.”

“Pick me up?” You blink in confusion, shuffling closer to the car and leaning toward the window in order to talk clearly. “For what? I don’t remember us making plans or anything…” You rack your forgetful brain for a moment, but nothing comes up. Hell, you’d have probably made a memo on your phone about something like this.

“He made dinner plans so he could talk to you. Said something about feeling bad that he hasn’t had the time to properly talk to you.” The bodyguard has to hold back a laugh at the face you make, waving their gloved hand in front of your face to get your attention again. “He also wanted to make sure we tell you that you don’t have to come if you have prior plans.”

Shaking your head, you respond, “He’s very lucky I don’t have any plans. I’m not gonna turn down a free meal. I’ll meet up with him.” Lowering your voice to a mumble, you speak aloud to yourself, “Lucky too that I had no clue what to eat today…” With your confirmation, you hear the car unlock and, with slight hesitation, you slide into the back seat. As soon as you're all buckled in, they take off.

It’s not long before you realize the car is heading toward an area of the city that you rarely go to. Looking out the window, you watch as the car moves through the richer part of town. Fancy hotels and lights everywhere, you even pass a fountain show going on outside. When the car suddenly stops, your eyes move to the two bodyguards in the front seat, who are already getting out. You scramble to reach for the door, but before you can grab the handle, one of them has already opened the door for you.

“Don’t worry, I got it. My partner here will show you to the Boss. I gotta park the car, then I’ll be in there as well.” You give them a nod as you get out, patting yourself down to look more presentable; and to shake off your embarrassment. Looking up at the restaurant, your jaw almost drops at just the exterior. Suddenly, you feel like you might need more than just a pat down.

Now listen, you've been to some pretty nice places before. However, this part of town is way too expensive for you to even think about coming here too often. So when you take in what you know to be the most expensive restaurant in the city, your nerves start to settle in. You're brought out of your thoughts by the car starting and taking off down the road as the other guard calls to you. “Please, this way. The Boss will be super happy to see you. And don’t worry about being underdressed. I’m sure the Boss doesn’t care.”

Pouting a bit, you begin to follow them. ‘Yeah, but that doesn’t mean the other people won’t think that…’ Preparing yourself for the telltale heat of judging stares, you keep your head down as you follow the guard inside. Eyes only watching the nice red carpet and the backs of the movement of the bodyguard's brown dress shoes – preoccupying your eyes with the stitches in the leather. It’s not long before you arrive in the section where Luca is waiting, only looking up when the guard announces so. “Here we are.” You look up and take in your surroundings, eyes widening at the amount of gold detailing in the room. The lights are warm and dim to give the space a sophisticated yet cozy atmosphere. Something you take in almost immediately is that there is no one else in this section of the restaurant, the only one being the person your gaze falls onto next. As soon as Luca hears his guard talk, he sets his menu down and gives you one of the most infectious smiles that you’ve ever seen. Your lips barely refrained from smiling just as widely, settling on a small polite smile and a wave.

The blonde opens his arms in welcome from his seat, energy radiating from his voice. “I’m so glad you could make it! I was so worried you’d have other plans since this was pretty sudden on my part. Next time, I promise I’ll get your opinion on future hangouts first.” Before he puts his arms down, he beckons you to sit, the chair across from him being pulled open by the bodyguard. “Come, sit. We can order and then finally have a proper conversation.”

You take the invitation, even if you are a bit nervous about what exactly is going on. After you sit and are pushed in, thanking the guard as they make their way to stand behind Luca’s seat. Picking up the menu, you immediately try your best not to physically cringe at the prices. Flipping through the pages, you go all the way back to the appetizers – probably the only thing you can afford on the menu. Luca seems to notice, and he tilts his head, voice laced with confusion.

“Oh, are you not hungry? Hm?”

Looking up at him, you give a nervous smile. “Uhh, well, everything here is pretty out of my usual price range. The only thing here that I can really afford is a soft drink and a small appetizer…” You’re about to wave it off as fine until he puts his hand up, stopping you from continuing.

“Oh! Don’t worry about that. I invited you so I’ll be paying. It’s the least I can do for springing this on you. So order anything, I got it.” He smiles, then looks back down at the menu.

Okay, now you're really suspicious. No one this loaded just… does this. Or if they do, they have a catch. Forcing your expression to remain neutral, you decide you’ll ask when dinner arrives. Even if this is immensely suspicious, he doesn’t seem to have anything malicious planned. Although you haven’t known him long, nothing has really set off immediate red flags in your mind. He’s been super kind and if this is a kidnapping or something, he wouldn’t go through all this trouble. He’d have just done it by now – he’s had more than enough opportunities. Taking a deep breath, you settle on a meal and let him talk you into sharing a bottle of some high-class wine with him. When the server arrives to take your orders, you notice the other guard has returned from parking the car, making their way to Luca standing behind him next to the other one. You're too busy giving your order and feeling nervous about the establishment, that you don’t notice how uneasy the server is; constantly looking to the side and shifting nervously. He scurries off pretty quickly after your orders have been filled, and before you can ponder it, you’re pulled into a conversation with the blonde. 

Luca lets you talk about your life first, and you're surprised at how intently he listens. It’s not like you lived anything remarkable as he must have, but when he listens to you speak, you see the genuine spark of interest in his eyes. The wine arrives in the middle of your story, and you're about to thank the person, but they leave so quickly that you barely have time to. Maybe they saw you talking and just didn’t wanna interrupt or that could just be how the service is here. Either way, you finish talking about yourself before turning the questions back to him.

When Luca starts telling you what he does, you make sure to give him the same level of attention he gave you. He tells you how he’s the owner of a casino; explaining that they have passed it down to him through the family. Well, that explains why he looks so expensive. The bodyguards are still a bit weird to you, but you’ve heard that children of rich families tend to get kidnapped so that could be explained away. After he talks about his family business, you are actually glad he starts to talk about his hobbies and interests. The longer you talk to him, the more you realize just how down-to-earth he is. Admittedly helping you calm down as the minutes roll by.

The food gets to you just as he finishes talking about how he used to surf, and you can’t help but express how talented he seems to be. “Wow, you have so much skill under your belt. If you didn’t own the casino, you’d still be set for life.”

Luca laughs shyly, sipping at his wine. “Well, most of it my parents had me take classes for. They wanted me and my sister to be prepared, you know?” He sets his glass down and gestures to your food; changing the subject. “I hope you enjoy the food, by the way! That looks really good. I might have to get that next time I come here.”

You chuckle, picking up your utensils. “Don’t worry, I’ll give you my premium review of it after I’m done.” He laughs and follows suit in your actions. You both dig into your food, and you have to hold yourself back from letting out a noise of delight. This food was unlike anything you’ve ever had, really tasting like the high price it was. Being so engrossed by the food, you almost forget what you wanted to ask Luca, your brain circling back to the suspicions you had earlier. You wait a little while, but when you think enough time has passed, you call the blonde’s name. “Luca?” He pauses in his sentence, looking at you with concern at the seriousness of your tone. 

“Y–Yes? Is something wrong?” His lavender eyes scan over you, trying to get any hint as to what might be bothering you. 

“No! It’s nothing wrong, per se." You immediately reassure, seeing how he physically deflated. Luca perks back up, a look of anticipation on his face, encouraging you to continue, "I have an important question to ask you." He gives you a firm nod. Seeing his silverware down to give you his full attention. “Okay, this is gonna be a very uh… interesting question, but I have to ask. Is this like some sort of, uhhh, fancy dinner to win me over for favors? Like… convincing me to be your sugar baby or something?” The blonde in front of you seems to choke on a breath, one guard coming up to pat his back. Glancing at the three people in front of you, you realize there's a look of shock written across each of their faces. When Luca gets over his coughing fit, he looks back up at you, starting to chuckle, believing you're joking. He stops, however, when he takes in your serious expression – worry in your eyes – and quickly explains himself.

“No no no! This is nothing like that!” He’s a bit frantic with his tone, waving his hands in exaggeration as he speaks. “I just wanted to have a genuine conversation with you. I…” He pauses for a moment, brows furrowed as he thinks over his next words. “I’ve felt bad that I’ve never gotten to talk to you properly all those times I would pass you and say ‘Hi’.” His gaze re-meets yours across the table. “This is just a normal dinner with a friend, I promise.” 

With a sigh, you cross your arms, “You realize how…” you struggle for the right word, “odd that is right? Like, you look like you own a private island and seem very comfy in places like this.” One of your hands gestures to the lavish restaurant around you. “I’m just a regular person you saved once from getting mugged. I'm nobody. What reason would a rich person like you have to constantly come to talk to me if not for some other motive?” Honestly, you almost feel bad about the way you're interrogating him. Though this is something to be questioned, and as nice and sweet as he is, it’s still good to have a sense of caution. Especially with the wealthy. 

Luca’s silent for a minute, seeming to think over what he wants to say; eyes downcast, staring at his half-finished food. It’s only a few silent moments until his lavender eyes look back up at you, their determination shocking you. “Because you didn’t treat me like that when I helped you.” You blink for a second, confused, tilting your head as he continues to speak. “Well… how do I put this… You just seemed like a nice person who wouldn’t judge someone no matter their status, so I wanted to get to know you? I–It’s honestly nothing like a ruse or a scheme. Trust me, being in this business, many people do try to deceive me. I’m an excellent judge of character because of that, and you just seemed very kind and down-to-earth. It gave me the push to try to befriend you.”

As he speaks, you can feel warmth start to pool in your cheeks, causing you to look away, not expecting that answer. After a moment, you let out a deep breath and then turned your gaze back to him. “Well, honestly, that’s pretty surprising." You say with a light laugh. Slouching back into your seat, you continue. "I’m sure all of this is normal for you, but maybe when we hang out in the future, these places–” your hands raise to gesture around the restaurant once more– “are not really casual for people like me.” 

His eyes seem to light up a bit, a small crooked smile on his face. “So… you still wanna try to be my friend?” 

You have to hold back a giggle at how closely he resembles a puppy at this moment. Uncrossing your arms and picking up your utensils as you return to your meal. “Mhm, you're not a bad person. I can tell that you really are interested in my life, and if you did have any bad intentions, you would’ve done something by now. Plus, you’re lucky you’re cute. Hard to say no to the puppy dog eyes you’ve been giving me.”

He hears his guards snicker behind him, but chooses to ignore it as his cheeks begin to flush. “You think I’m cute?” He watches as you laugh, smiling at him as you take a bite of your food.

“Mmn, this is really good. Do you wanna try some? I can give you a bite.” Luca pouts a bit as you change the subject, but nods nonetheless. He’s happy as you converse for the rest of your meal, talking about nothing and everything. It’s refreshing for you and him, as you act like equals. Feeling like friends.

The pair of you stay for a while, but eventually, you do tell him you have to work the next day. He, of course, offers to take you home, especially since you’d both had a bit of wine. With the moon smiling in the sky as the four of you leave the restaurant, and the surrounding street was lit up by dazzling lights. The bodyguards escort you to the car, giving them your address. The trip gives the two of you a chance to continue talking. Luca couldn’t help the smile on his face, content with just listening to you speak, and this time remembering to give you his number so you could make future plans together. It wasn’t long before the car pulled up to your home. Luca, ever the gentleman, helped you out and up to your door. When you finally say goodbye and wave them all off, you feel warm, and you’re sure he shares the same sentiment.

To Luca, this experience feels like a blessing to him. To have a normal conversation – a normal friend – in his unpredictable life. And to you, this was an exciting change to your routine; being able to make such an excitable and interesting new friend. You only saw good things ahead, and you hoped that it’d continue to get better from here.

It could only get better from here. Right?

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Is it bad that i wanna request for another yoru x reader angst with no good ending😭??? Any plot would be fine like reader dying or like yoru seeing y/n with someone in the proctocol or vice versa

I really really love your writings and everything and made sure i read all of them because they were all *chefs kiss*

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Every Second (Angst Valorant Yoru x Reader)

tagging: @sv03

Word count: 3.5k

CW: Angst, no happy ending, on screen character death, mentions of blood, depressed character, poor mental health character

Yoru laid on his bed, staring emptily at the ceiling. He’d lost his sense of time, being cooped up in this gray room for days he didn’t bother to count. His clothes stuck to him, and so did his hair, its dye fading as every hour passed. His eyes were unfocused, his breath shallow. The only sound he could hear was the perpetual ticking of his clock, edging him to insanity with each second, together with the faint beating of his cold heart.

He was only kept sane by the visions he had, the memories he kept replaying in his head. They were better than sleep, because even if he saw you as beautiful and happy as he remembered you to be, you still showed up in his nightmares.

He’d rather stay awake and choose what he saw than gamble on sleep and seeing you die over and over and over again. If he had to see that nightmare again, he might just lose his mind.

He buried that bad dream, that nightmare, deep inside his brain but it kept gnawing at him, crawling and scratching. It was driving him to madness. He couldn’t sleep from it. He couldn’t eat. His clothes sagged on his body, and no matter how much the other agents try, they couldn’t get him out of the room.

He wouldn’t even leave it to go to your funeral.

He fooled himself into thinking you were still here.

“Y/N L/N. I’m the new agent. Nice to meet you,” you greeted, smiling happily and raising your hand to shake his. He only stares at it with an unamused look, then he looks back at you. “I know you’re trying to get on our good graces, but it’s a dumb move to expose your real name,” he says curtly, tucking his hands deeper in his pockets.

You raise a brow, challenging him. “And how would you know if that was my real name?” You say innocently, putting your hand down.

He narrows his eyes at you. “Tch. As if any callsign would be that long,” he accused.

“You still wouldn’t be able to tell if that was my real name. It could be an alias for all you know, or a fake identity. Checkmate.” You shrugged and smiled smugly.

He scowled at your remark. “Alright smartass. Real name or not, I don’t need it to put you in your place. So, stay in your lane unless you want me to do it for you. Got that L/N?” He warns grimly, ready to turn around and head back to the briefing room.

You indulge his threats by giving him a nod, still smiling smugly. “Yes Sir. Aye aye, Captain. Will do, boss.” You were relentless in getting on his nerves.

“That’s Yoru to you,” he answers your unasked question. Finally you smile at him, and his heart skips a beat.

You had a pretty smile. It somehow sent an electric current up his spine, and he had to look away.

“Nice to meet you Yoru. Hoping we work with each other soon, you seem a lot of fun!”

This was how you both first met. You were a trusting person, even if he wasn’t the most amicable agent in the protocol. Deep inside, he was glad that you weren’t quick to judge based on his rugged and intimidating appearance. And he admired that you didn’t take his shit lying down. You were good at twisting every situation to your favor.

If he knew how short your time together would be, he would have shaken your hand. He would bask in the warmth of your skin, and he would never let you go.

“L/N, visual in A?”

“6 meters, 10 o’clock, Cypher cam, destroy it before pushing.”

“I need healing.”

“I’ll meet you in the LZ. Until then, please keep safe Yoru.”

“Don’t need to tell me twice. Make it there L/N.”

“Roger that.”

He remembered missions with you, and how in sync you both were. You watched his back, he watched yours.

“Good gunning out there L/N. Not on my level, but not too bad.”

“Har, har, Yoru. But seriously, thanks for saving my butt earlier. A little later and I would’ve been toast!”

“No need to make a big fuss over nothing. Next time, wait for me before you push. I’ll clear the way for you.”

“Awww, you’re so sweet~ Said like a true gentleman.”

“Urusai. I’m saying it as a duelist.”

“But I like it when you flirt~ More of a Phoenix trait. But it suits you too.”

“…I can be smooth when I want to be.”

He remembers the banter you both shared, the friendly competitions, the names you called each other. He was your dumbass, you were his idiot.

“You’re such a dumbass! Why did you have to run in the rain? Now look at you, all snotty and icky.”

“The fuck is that supposed to me—ACHOO!”

“Point proven. Be thankful I’m here wiping your snot and changing your towel.”

“Hey, I wasn’t the idiot who left their phone on the other side of the base.”

“I told you that I would get it myself Yoru. I was literally grabbing an umbrella.”

“You took too long. It would’ve drowned if it weren’t for me.”

“And look where that got you. You’re so stupid sometimes, I don’t know what goes through your head.”

“Can you just be thankful I saved your phone? And be thankful that you’re the one who’s not sick right now?”

“…yeah. Thanks, dumbass. What would I do without you.”

“You would be buying a new phone, that’s what you would be doing.”

He was such a loner in the protocol, even with Phoenix and Neon around. He never thought love was meant for people like him; people who had no space in their heart other than their own selfish goals. He couldn’t keep friendships for long, let alone romances. So, he never really gave it much thought.

But ever since he met you, it’s as if the world he knew was flipped upside down. He felt like there was something more to look forward to everyday. He had someone other than himself, and you made him feel less alone. Whenever his eyes met yours, he felt like a weight was being lifted off in his heart. His chest feels open and somehow the world just seems brighter.

Looking at you, hearing your voice, feeling your warmth, it made him want to fall in love.

“Happy birthday, Yoru~ Happy birthday Yoru~!”

He was in the basement garage when you suddenly entered through the backdoor, holding a plate of chocolate cake, crudely pierced with a single candle. He didn’t celebrate his birthday. He didn’t need to. For years, it had always been just any other day of the year. By mistake he mentioned the date to you, but thought nothing of it.

And for the first time ever, in years, someone remembered.

He rose from his seat on the floor, wearing a gray shirt and black sweatpants, his hair down but headbanned. He was tinkering with his bike, and he had oil smears everywhere. He furrowed his brows at you as you walked carefully, making sure the candle stayed lit in the drafty room.

“Happy birthday, dear Yoru, happy birthday to you~!” You finished, holding up the plate, the candlelight flickering in front of your face. “Tada! Got you a cake. I don’t know what flavor you preferred but chocolate was the safest option so I went with it.” You smiled shyly.

“L/N, you shouldn’t have…” he starts, staring at the flame as it waved invitingly. “I wanted to bake you a cake, and believe me, I tried. But it ended up in disaster so I just rushed out of the island as fast as I could and bought a cake instead. Sorry,” you apologized, and he shook his head in disbelief.

“I don’t celebrate my birthday L/N. You shouldn’t have bothered,” he replies sternly, turning back to tinker with the bike. His heart was pounding, overwhelmed. Someone remembered, and it squeezed at his heart.

Someone cared. Someone bothered to remember him.

“Hey! I didn’t get this cake for you to just brush me off! Turn around and make a wish, dumbass.” You scowled, kicking his foot. When he was able to calm his heart, he turned around and glared, rolling his eyes. “Go on,” you held the plate higher for him, and he stared at you for a moment, making his wish. After a while, he bent down and blew the candle off, earning a wide smile from you. His heart skips a beat.

“What did you wish for?” You asked curiously, and he scowls. “None of your business. Now stop bugging me, I’m working on the bike.” He waves at you dismissively. He didn’t want you to see him get emotional over a cake.

“Aren’t you going to eat the cake?” You asked hopefully, your smile fading. His heart clenches. Fuck.

“Just leave it by the table. I can’t eat right now, I’m smothered in oil grease.”

“Well, take a break! Sit down, I’ll feed you the cake.”

“Iyada. No way.”

“Just sit down! Or else I’m not leaving.”

“Fine.”

You both shared that cake, despite his protests about using a single fork. You sat on the table cross-legged while he leaned against it. He would turn to you occasionally for a piece of cake that you would feed him. Meanwhile, you talked about how hard it was to bake a cake, and he listened absentmindedly.

His heart was so full, he couldn’t focus on your voice. Someone remembered him. Someone cared enough to try and bake a cake for him. For the first time in a while, he didn’t spend his birthday alone.

“What does stiff peaks mean? Well, it means that when you pull your whisk off the egg whites, it stands on its own. What did I do? I put it in while it was still foamy and runny. I… are you okay?” You asked as you noticed his eyes watering.

He then turns his head to the opposite direction, a few tears fall from his eyes, and he quickly wipes them away. “Oil grease,” he mutters, and you believed him. And while you continued talking, he took a big breath.

This was the best birthday celebration he ever had. He really didn’t wish for anything when he blew the candle, but now he was truly making one: he wished to spend the rest of his birthdays with you.

You stayed with him as he worked on his bike back then. He should have told you how he felt then, so that your time as lovers was longer. Even if it was just by a few weeks.

He’d make every second he had with you count.

“W-why are we separating from the crowd?” You laughed as he dragged you to the terrace. The party going on inside the base was getting rowdy, and he wanted you all to himself.

You had a martini on your hand, topped with a grape pierced with a mini umbrella. You were a bit flustered from the alcohol, and so was he. He needed the extra liquid courage. Because as much as he was unafraid to push sites with the threat of bullets going through his skull, he was more scared of messing this up.

He held your hand as you both stood by the banister, the sunset over the ocean illuminating your faces. With the dewy sunset glow on your face, your hair gracefully flowing to ocean breeze, and your smile that he adored so much, he felt so in love. He couldn’t keep it to himself anymore.

“What?” You smiled shyly, primping your hair, feeling a bit conscious from his staring. He squeezed your hand, willing himself to speak.

He remembered this memory so vividly. If only he knew, he’d repeat these same words to you everyday.

“Y/N L/N, what I feel about you is hard to explain. And I know I’ll fuck up my words anytime I try. The best way to go about it was to just explain what I go through whenever you’re with me, and whenever you’re gone.

“Y/N, when I’m with you, I feel weightless. I never understood what butterflies in the stomach meant until you came into my life. Whenever you’re close to me, my heart beats so fast as if I ran a marathon across the globe. Whichever direction I chose to run, I always kept coming back to you.

“And when you’re gone, the world just seems so foreign. My day doesn’t go by without the thought of you. I admit that I’m very selfish with my time. In this line of work, there isn’t an abundance of it, but somehow for you, I am not selfish. Keep me up at night, occupy my daydream. Take all my time, waste it if you’d like. Just as long as I’m with you in every second of it.

“I… fuck. Okay, fuck it. I love you. That’s the shortest way to put it.” He blurted out, grimacing. He was so focused on spilling his heart out that he didn’t notice that you were blushing madly against the sunlight. He looks at you as you stared at him with wide eyes, mouth agape. “Yoru…” you whispered, and he avoids your eyes.

“I know. I sound so pathetic right now. But the more I spend time with you, the harder it gets to pretend I don’t want you that way. I was never looking for anything like this, but… you’re all I want now.” He sighs, leaning on the banister.

You stood there frozen, too shocked to even say anything. You knew Yoru as someone who just kept to himself, he didn’t like sharing his emotions. Sure, he’d occasionally make sure you knew he was mad by yelling, but you never knew how much he could keep from you.

You watch him as he grasped at his hair, pulling it in frustration. “You even make me say shit I wouldn’t normally say, kuso. I sound so disgusting right now.” He sighs again, looking back at you.

You were in tears, the sunset’s dying light reflecting from your tears.

“R-Ryo… I thought… you’d never say it…” you smiled through the tears. “Fuck, finally, you say it first! I fucking love you too idiot!” You cry, all the pent-up affection released as you jump and hug him, his strong arms catching you. You hugged him tightly, your feet kicking in the air. You took his breath away with those words.

“I wanted to tell you first but I was scared that you weren’t ready. And that if I told you, you’d push me away,” you pulled away, holding his cheeks as he held you up. “I fucking love you Ryo Kiritani, and from now on, I’ll make sure you know that every second of the day, 24/7, 365 days a year.” You laughed, and before long, he cracked a smile. “I…I love you too. I do.”

He smiled at the ceiling at the memory. He loved your smile, he loved your laugh, he loved the way you say his name. A cold tear rolls from his eye down to the side of his cheek. He still gets butterflies even now.He wipes the stray tear with his hand, but he doesn’t bother wiping the rest that fall from his eyes. He silently weeps, calling out your name.

“Y/N,” he weeped. “Y/N, please Y/N, come back please,” he begged. No one listened. He was alone in this cold room, rotting his life away. No one answers to him here but his own mind.

Maybe he just had to call your name harder.

“FUCK, Y/N!!!! WHY?! WHY DID YOU HAVE TO BE SO FUCKING SELFLESS?! WHY, PLEASE COME BACK AND TELL ME!” He screamed from the top of his lungs, and arm landing against his eyes. They couldn’t stop his tears. “I CAN’T! I CAN’T FUCKING LIVE WITHOUT YOU.”  His voice was hoarse but he doesn’t relent, squeezing his chest with his other hand. His wails were heard beyond the door.

It hurts Y/N, it hurts.

He wraiths as he cries, screaming and weeping helplessly. He just wanted you back, he just wanted things back to the way they were. He grabbed his head with both hands and squeezed, wanting to just disappear. He’d go in and out of this trance, and the others were extremely worried about his mental health.

Shit, the nightmare was coming back again.

“What’s your situation there?!” Brimstone calls from the comms, and Yoru shakily grabs the radio. He was bleeding from his mouth, his stab wounds leaking the blood from his body by the milliliter.

“Y/N… Me… Phoenix a-and KJ were all ambushed. They planted t-the spike. It’s about to detonate soon, the two are unconcious,” he struggles to say, drawing in sharp breaths. He looked at you and how pale you were. He was screaming at himself in his mind, trying to come up with ways to get you all out of this situation.

He coughs but covers his mouth, seeing blood stain his gloves. KJ and Phoenix both lost too much blood, they were unconscious. And by the unfocused look in your eyes, you were next. In futile attempt to keep you awake, he slams his fist into your hand, and you stir. “Stay awake L/N, don’t you dare close your eyes,” he warns, and you give him a smile.

Brim ran all the way from the opposite side of the map and saw how bloodied everyone was. He took one look at the spike and his heart dropped. “I can only carry two people. Can you both walk?” He asks desperately, staring at the spike.

“I got shot in the leg but I can manage. Y/N can’t. Lost too much blood.” He reasons, forcing his legs to stand up, and he fails, dropping down to the ground. Without thinking, Brimstone grabs the two unconscious agents and mounts them on his shoulders. “We won’t make it,” he whispers to himself, trying to find a way where he can save everyone.

“You will. I can still set up my barriers. They’ll protect you from the explosion, but you have to keep running. It only lasts 3 seconds.” You say, sitting up properly. You look at the spike, then back at Yoru. “You have to go, now.”

“Are you crazy?! Your barriers can only house 3 people!” He yells, his eyes wide, and you shake your head in response.

“I’ll use the power of the radianite around us to make it fit for the 4 of you. You have to go. Brim, you know what to do.” You then began to concentrate the energy you had left into your hands, and Brimstone nods. He could not speak.

“No! There has to be another way, we’re not leaving you here!” He grabs your wrists to stop you from using your abilities, but as you hear the spike ticking away its last few seconds, you smile at him.

“Promise me you’ll survive Ryo.”

“No! I’m not leaving you here!”

“Ryo, you know there’s no other way. Please promise me you’ll go with Brim.”

“Damare!” He cries, holding on to you for dear life.

“We have to go, NOW.” Brim yells. The spike’s beeping increases its speed, and Yoru gulps in denial.

“Promise me, you’ll survive.” You say one last time, and finally, he nods, chest tight. He grabbed your face and kissed you, as if it was the last time he would feel your warm lips on his.

And it truly was the last time.

As Brim grabbed on his shoulder to pull him away, and as the barrier covered him and the rest, he watched as you smiled, even in the most daunting of situations.

He loved that smile so much. Now it’s the last thing he will see from you.

It all happened so quickly but for him, it felt like an eternity. He saw how you closed your eyes as the spike detonated, he saw how your flesh disintegrated with every inch of the explosion nearing you. And he watched you disappear into the explosion, leaving nothing but a dark glow.

As the explosion pulled back, he and the others were safe. Brim stood there for a moment, trying to keep himself levelheaded as he arranged a pickup. Yoru kneeled behind him, looking at the place where you sat before the explosion, your blood still fresh on the ground.

But you weren’t there.

“Y/N’s…gone…” he cried silently, clenching his fists. “Y/N… Y/N!” He screamed, hitting the ground with his gloved fists. Brim could only listen as the young man screamed in agony. He had lost the love of his life in a doomed mission, all because of his negligence. He underestimated the mirror agents, and now you and Yoru paid dearly for his mistake.

Without a body, Sage couldn’t do anything. She couldn’t revive you, no matter how much Yoru begged and yelled for her to do so. It came to a point where he was knocked unconscious by Sova because he was too much for Sage. They were all sad, it wasn’t just him who lost someone. But they understood why.

Yoru was always alone, and you were his only light. You saw him for who he was, flaws and all, and accepted him. You loved him, and he loved you. It was unfair. The only time he had someone who he cared about so much, and fate takes them away from him. He didn’t know if he could keep your promise; he couldn’t survive knowing you weren’t by his side anymore.

He couldn’t accept it. He couldn’t bear with the pain. He wanted to believe that you were still here, lying on the bed with him. He repeated the same memories over and over again, just so he could feel you here. He just wanted you back. He just wanted you to hug him and say that everything that happened was just a nightmare.

Your dying smile, the same smile that he loved, will forever haunt him, for every second he is awake and asleep.

[disaster-j]

🪄 👑 ☣️ (uses evil schemes to make u write love potion)

You might as well call me the flash seeing the speed with which i did these (and yes i wrote all this just now no old stuff copy pasted)

We are not sticklers of the three sentence rule lol

🪄 

There’s no label on it but it looks like coke so he doesn’t think much of it before chugging it straight out the bottle until it’s all gone. 

It doesn’t taste like coke. There’s no fizz. Must’ve been sitting out in the heat too long. He should let Third know.

“Hey, Third-” he starts, turning back to annoy his best friend into getting him a new one “-your lips are so pretty holy fuck!”

Have they always looked so soft and kissable? Khai feels like he should have noticed this incredible sight before. How hadn’t he noticed this until today?

👑

King Thomas looms over him as he settles into the soft cushions of the sofa he had once loved to lounge upon and prepares himself for what he’s assuming comes next. 

“Men like Kendall,” his majesty says, one hand wrapping oh so gently around Buck’s throat. “Don’t understand concepts like love or respect or even loyalty.” He moves in closer, eclipsing the world in a way that his heaving chest is all that Buck can see anymore. His thumbs digs into Buck’s jaw, fingers tightening slowly but surely where they’re twisted around fragile skin and bone. “Violence is the only language they truly speak.”

 ☣️

Kumpha doesn’t know what, exactly, is wrong with this kid but he’s sure whatever it is requires the involvement of mental health professionals. Sane people don’t jump off bridges just to “check something”, after all. 

Still, Black’s odd behaviour isn’t any of his business. He’s known the kid maybe two hours and it was the most stressful two hours of his life. Now that he’s been whisked away, presumably to his home, by that rich kid he can go back to his life. 

At least, that’s what he tells himself as he stares down at Black’s ruined phone and the plastic bottle sitting smugly next to it- covered in the boy’s fingerprints. 

Kumpha is a curious man. Even if he sometimes wishes he wasn’t.

(Make me write!)

[tartagliaharem]

All I'm saying is that if crepus wasn't an insecure shit of a person, he would've survived and you know what? I dare say Kaeya not only would've saved Diluc and Crepus but he might've also gotten a vision, perhaps a hydro vision to reflect the change of tides rather than a cryo vision mirroring the coldness in his heart and the distance he's formed between him and anyone who he ever has and will care for

But nooooooo Crepus had something to prove he couldn't live in the shadow of his own son couldn't stand proudly next to because right there standing right in front of him with his crimson hair stood everything he could've never become. Like seriously why would he have a delusion? Why else?

Now real quick I looked it up and only found a headcanon that he had a delusion to give to diluc, diluc got his pyro vision at age 14, in whatever way you try to switch it around to make it make sense it doesn't, ah yes allow me to get this pyro delusion to give to my son with a pyro vision, think about it like that and it instantly crumbles,; btw ok if u strictly believe that's why but I just politely disagree and will not change my mind regarding this

And no, I'm not saying he was an awful father, but he wasn't the greatest either, two things can be true at the same time and for Crepus, he was happy for his son, respectable in his community probably, and an insecure little man who still took the chance to prove something which costed his life despite the fact that as yea as inefficient Knights of Favonius are, they were there, sure crepus and diluc may have been more injured but if crepus waited, they would've survived

.

Anyways Childe has a good relationship with his siblings but not his parents, his dad gives him away to the fatui this isn't headcanon look up his story he believed it would adjust him or something like that and to his horror his son was put up into the ranks of the harbingers. His mother? Here's the headcanon territory, as much as she tries to put a good front, she's terrified of him, like just about everyone else like c'mon this ginger kid came outta nowhere and can't stop fighting send help our troops are in the hospital!!! Pulcinella: "bet. Anyways"

Who wouldn't be afraid of their own child if after days of being missing they return, the glimmer in eyes missing along with anything that made that boy your boy your son, it's gone, that's not me son,- I think she'd be like the mom from the movie changeling who's son gets swapped, spoiler she got sent to the asylum and all and in the end her son was still missing, she still waits for his return,;

who's to say Childe's mom isn't still waiting for Ajax to return?

Since that day her mental health has deteriorated, she's sits alone and can hardly recognize even Teucer, Tonia takes care of most the family stuff, with the help of Childe ofc who still loves his family dearly and portion of his paycheck always goes to them

Yea I agree with the hc I saw around that his family are one of the few things keeping him "sane" somewhat at least

[yenonnoff]

TEACH ME HOW TO LOVE!

｡��♡ profiles: minor chars!

masterlist ⌒☆ HOT dummies (yn's group) // mentally sane + atsumu ig? ⌒☆ chapter 1

fun facts:

oikawa is currently the most talked about actor on social media because of his versatility and skills (even directors love him).

he also attends a lot of variety shows! the people love his charisma, some even want his best friend, iwaizumi hajime, to appear on one of them with him. they think the two will be a hilarious pair with eye-catching chemistry. (everyone just thinks iwa is attractive)

jolie is the human version of a golden retriever. she's bubbly and a huge extrovert, but only to a necessary amount. it’s the reason why everyone she meets adores her (even staff members and directors). they excuse her occasional-over-the-top moments because of her hardworking, committed attitude.

her user @/joliepop is supposed to be like lolipop

she's invited to ALL the parties because all her co-stars love her.

jolie is everything that emma aspires to be... but fails at doing

emma is an important character so watch out for her !!

TEACH ME HOW TO LOVE! ｡ｏ♡ an atsumu miya smau

synopsis: when y/n l/n, a rising actress, decides to star in a romance film that could make or break her career, she’s unable to showcase her skills, revealing her inexperience within the romance department instead. worst of all, atsumu miya, her co-star and the main lead’s love interest, seems to hate her guts! with absolutely, unbearably zero chemistry between the two, an idea was proposed: spend time with one another in the upcoming weeks. will y/n be able to ignore her professionalism and listen to her heart? and will she, a clueless romantic, be able to pick up on the signs her co-star is sending her?

a/n: can u tell i had fun with jolie's and oikawa's fun facts? and can u tell that im biased towards jolie? i think shes the cutest. idk if ppl will look at this post but to those that did, watch out for emma 😜😜

taglist is open! dm or ask to be a part of it! (those bolded were unable to be tagged)

⌒☆ @kqbukimono @empathum @clyver @chosoluv @moonplethxra @sunarots @marga-j @rukia-uchiha-98 @wyrcan @thechaosoflonging @rintarousgirl

[bunxxy]

Lovesick

Ex!Johnny x reader

Summary: It’s been months since you and Johnny have broken up suddenly. Now that’s he’s in front of you again, how are you going to deal with the emotions you’ve previously locked away?

Genre: angst, fluff

Warnings: mention of alcoholism.

W/C: 2.7k

P1 — • — P2

There’s one thing you can admit whole heartedly; you hate college. Out of all of the months, your professors decide to bombard you with a bunch of assignments right before spring break. It’s like they hate the students they teach or something. Since the beginning of the month, you’ve been studying and working your ass off to get the assignments done before spring break. Who wants to worry about classwork on your week off? You don’t.

Between going to work and doing your assignments, you’re drained physically and mentally. You would think going to college for a Bachelors in Sculpture you wouldn’t have to write essays and do research papers, but colleges have to get their money somehow.

You’re currently in a study hall doing said research on an artist that you personally do not care about. You huff, resting your forehead on the palm of your hand. You’re completely disheveled. No one should have to this much work in a short period time. Your leg bounces as you glance at the time on your computer.

6:26pm.

You groan, folding your arms and hiding your face in them.

“4 more minutes and I’m not doing anything else today” you mumble to yourself. You note once you get home, you’re pouring yourself a glass of wine and watching tv.

Suddenly, your phone pings. The people around you look up from their computers and notebooks, to check their phones. You smile slightly, reaching to lift it up.

“Funny” you think.

Reading and learning about people’s actions have always been a passion of yours. Which is why your excelled so greatly in psychology. Using that knowledge, you love incorporating that into your artwork.

You unlock your phone and see Jungwoo has texted you. You instantly perk up to read his message. He’s been your best friend since high school. Just like you, he decided to pursue a career in art but he wants to be an art therapist instead. He’s such a empathetic person, it suits him perfectly.

Woo 🐹: hey ugly, jaemin is having a bbq at his place next week u wanna go with me?

Woo 🐹: he asked u to come why idk

You grin. Jungwoo always had a thing for calling you names in a loving way.

You: sure when?

Woo 🐹: uh lemme check

Woo 🐹: he said wednesday at 5

You: okay ill be there pick me up

Woo 🐹: sure thing stinkabutt

You scrunch your nose at the nickname and set your phone down. It finally hit 6:30 so you gather your things and head out of the building to go home.

With a glass of wine in your hand and your favourite tv show on, your mind finally feels at ease. Your roommate walks in with a handful of shopping bags and twinkles at the sight of you, “Y/N! You’re home!”

She drops the bags and runs towards you, engulfing you in a hug, almost making you spill your drink. You hold your drink above your head to save it. Seeing as though it’s the only thing keeping you sane right now, and pat her back. You sheepishly smile at her, “Hey, I seen you’ve been shopping again”

She rubs her cheek against your breasts and whines cutely, “I was bored and you weren’t home”

You roll your eyes and chuckle, taking a sip of your wine. She refuses to let you go and you can only lean back and accept it.

“You have to stop doing that. It’s an addiction, Jihyo”

She looks at you with puppy eyes and puffs her cheeks, “That’s why you’re supposed to be here to stop me”

You shake your head and grin, “Jihyo. You’re an adult. Act like one”

She whines and buries her face in your chest again.

Jihyo has been you’re roommate for 3 years now. You guys met when you put up an ad looking from a roommate. She was the first one to contact you. She comes from a wealthy family so she spends a lot of her free time wasting her money away and spending it on frivolous things. Her closet and bed room is filled with designer clothes, accessories, and shoes. When you asked her why she needed a roommate, she said “I want a friend.”

Ever since that day, you two have been inseparable. She’s like a sister to you. She always confides in you and she’s always there when you reach your breaking point. However, she’s immature and it didn’t dawn on her until you told her very bluntly. But she adores you for that.

“Where were you all day? You’re usually home before 3” She asks finally letting you go to rummage through the bags of clothes.

You smile, she really keeps track of you like a parent.

“My professors decided to be assholes and assign a whole bunch of work!” You exclaim, throwing an arm up in the air.

She scowls while she holds a houndstooth skirt up. “I get how you feel. One of mine told us we have a quiz due online next week. And he said he won’t unlock it until Tuesday!” she groans. “They’re so annoying!”

You nod in agreement, taking another sip from your wine. “I’ve been trying to finish everything before next week but-“ you sigh, setting the glass down on the coffee table and slouching on the couch, “it looks like I will have to do it then..” Jihyo hums understanding your pain.

Ping!

Jihyo adverts her gaze to you and her face brightens, “Jungwoo?”

You look at your phone, it is in fact Jungwoo. “Yup” you smirk.

She scrunches her nose and turns her attention back to her shopping bags. You’ve noticing a thing between them but never asked her about it. You would rather watch how their young love would play out from the sidelines. But occasionally teasing them both would always entertain you.

Woo 🐹: bring a bathing suit

Woo 🐹: and could u invite Jihyo

Woo 🐹: please

You glance up at Jihyo before looking back at your phone with a smile on your face.

You: oh yeah he has a pool I forgot

You: why

Woo 🐹: because I said so

You: what u wanna steal my friend from me or smth 👀

Woo 🐹: what no shut up

Woo 🐹: just invite her… please

You: okaaaay

“So, Jungwoo wants you to come with us to Jaemin’s bbq”

She perks up and her cheeks tint a light pink, “Really?”

You nod, amused by how eager she is. “Yeah I told him you wouldn’t want to. So…”

She frown and throws a pillow at you.

“I wanna go!” She whines

You laugh, hugging the pillow she just thrown. “I’m just messing with you. I didn’t know you wanted to see him that bad”

Now her entire face is red, you can’t help what laugh. “I- I dont! Shut up!”

“Right~” you tease.

She huffs and grabs her things, stomping to her bedroom.

“Wednesday at 5pm!” You shout loud enough for her to hear.

Young love.

You sigh, pouring more wine into your glass. It’s been 7 months since you’ve been in a relationship. The wound from your last one is still fresh. You can’t even think about your ex without feeling a stabbing pain in your heart.

Johnny.

You’ve never been the luckiest in dating, finally getting your first boyfriend in your early-twenties. He was the first one that didn’t want you for your body, the first one to listen to you and be there whenever you needed him. You felt like you could truly be yourself with him and you would always looked forward to seeing him despite how busy you both are.

One long loving year of just you and him together. This was the man you could see marrying and even having children with. But apparently, he didn’t feel the same you do did.

7 months ago, you’ve noticed Johnny becoming more distant. You thought it was the stress of school. However, it progressively got worse. He would purposefully ignore your text, avoid you if he saw you on campus, it was killing you. Finally, you couldn’t take it anymore and asked him why he’s acting this way when you saw him on campus one day.

“I’m breaking up with you.” He says flatly, not showing an ounce of remorse or emotional.

Your body shakes, you can’t move a limb. “W-why..?” You say quietly, staring into his eyes trying to search for an answer.

He doesn’t say anything. He only stares at the ground with anger in his eyes. His fists are bawled up and he frowns. You take a step closer and hesitantly reach your hand out to touch his arm. He snatches his arm away as he steps back. His actions throw you off guard. Cue the tears falling down your cheeks after he walks away from you leaving you with no answers.

You want to know why and he refuses to tell you. Everything you thought about your relationship was a lie. The man that you loved with all your life hates you now and you don’t know why.

Wednesday finally comes and the morning was hectic. Jihyo couldn’t choose what outfit she wanted to wear. She ended up tearing her room apart because of her indecisiveness. It got so bad to the point where she had you sit on her bed and choose between numerous outfits over and over against your will. And when you chose something she particularly didn’t like as much, she would choose the other option.

Now it’s the afternoon and nothing has changed.

You throw your face in your hands and groan, “Just choose one! You’re gonna look hot either way”

She’s currently holding up a neon crop top in one hand and a floral blouse in the other. She pouts and shakes both of them urgently, “Pick one! Which one would look better with these shorts?!”

They both look fine to you, but knowing her personality it’s more of a big deal than it needs to be. An idea pops up in your mind, “I think that one is nice” you say pointing to the blouse. Before she could speak, you cut her off.

“Jungwoo told me he likes floral stuff anyways” you mumble loud enough for her to hear, looking away at nothing at the same time.

She quickly throws the crop top on the floor and puts on the blouse.

“Finally, I should’ve done that before” you mumble, falling back first onto her soft bed.

You observe her as she looks at herself in the mirror. She is absolutely gorgeous. Jungwoo is lucky to have someone as pretty as her crushing on him. He’s always been a weird introverted nerd never paying attention to his looks, but as he grew older he ended up just as pretty as her. Just as annoying too.

Woo 🐹: outside

Woo 🐹: is she coming?

Ignoring his texts, you and Jihyo walk out of the apartment building with bags in your hand. Jungwoo tenses up with he sees Jihyo walking behind you.

Everything moves in slow motion, her hair flows through the wind like an angel, her skin glows under the sun, and she walks with such confidence. He runs out of the car to grab the bags out of her hand, completely ignoring your existence.

“Jihyo.. hey” he exhales, completely mesmerized by her beauty.

She lifts the sunglasses off her face and smiles sweetly at him. “Hey”

You roll your eyes and motion as if you’re barfing. Then you toss your bags in the trunk and open the door to the backseat.

“Cmon love birds we don’t have all day” you shout.

They both turn pink, sneaking glances at each other.

You smirk, they’re so cute. You hop in the backseat, waiting for them both. Once they finally get in, you all head off to Jaemin’s house.

Just like Jihyo, Jaemins family has money. You’re kind of worried that it’s dirty money because of how much he has. Like they’re in a mafia or something. He lives far away from the city. You’re sure his commute to campus is a pain in the ass. The drive there is long and not very scenic. Its mostly trees and the occasional farm where you would all shout “Cow!” excitedly. An hour into the drive you and Jihyo were fast asleep. Jungwoo wishes he could sleep too because of how awful the drive is.

“Wakey wakey” Jungwoo cooes.

Your eyes flutter open and sit up to look out the window. You finally see the house you’re familiar with. It’s ginormous with a beautifully well kept lawn and a fountain right in front of it.

Jungwoo pulls up to the gate and presses intercom the button.

“Who is it? What’s the password?” The voice on the other side asks.

“Open the damn gate, Haechan” Jungwoo groans, not wanting to put up with his antics today.

You hear laughter on the speaker and you can’t help but chuckle.

Haechan buzzes you in and the giant filigree gates open slowly, allowing Jungwoo to drive up to the front of the house.

Once hes parked, Jaemins butlers take over and carry all your bags into the house. Jungwoo hands the chauffeur the keys to his car and stands next to you. You rest your hands on your hips, admiring the detail of the building in front of you. Jungwoo does the same.

“It still amazes me despite the fact I’ve been here so many times.”

“Yeah. It’s gorgeous.” You ogle at the carvings on the columns.

“Let’s go inside”

You nod and follow Jihyo and Jungwoo into the building. Once you all pass the lush hallway, you guys are met with all of your friends from high school and some of Jaemin college friends chilling in the living room and kitchen.

“Yo! Y/N!” Mark shouts and walks up to you.

“Hey!” You say excitedly, wrapping your arms around him. He happily squeezes you tight. You haven’t seen Mark in months.

Just like Jungwoo, he’s been a close friend of yours since high school. You three were the trio back then and still are now.

You pull away from him with a smile on your face.

“How was the trip?”

He throws his head back dramatically and beams with joy, “It was so~ fucking awesome, dude. I think this is by far the best student trip Ive been to!” He expressed excitedly.

“I definitely want to go back to Polynesia again.”

You giggle, listening to him carefully. He’s always loved traveling so you’re glad he gets to live his dream so early in life. Mark wants to produce music so learning about different cultures music intrigues him to the fullest.

He throws his arm over your shoulder and leads you to the kitchen. He continues to talk about Polynesia, how rich their culture is, and all of the drama between the students that occurred during the trip.

“Oh, do you want anything to drink? We got water~, beer~ wi-“

You cut him off, gesturing come here “I’ll take the wine, thank you”

He smirks, handing you the wine cooler. It’s not as strong as you would like it to be but it will suffice. You pop it open with the bottle opener attached to your keys then take a swig. Mark looks at you amazed.

“You’re really an alcoholic.”

You put your hand on your chest, offended by his comment. “Am not!”

“Are too” he points to your keychain, “only an alcoholic would have that” he teases.

“No~ only a person prepared for a bbq would have that. Plus I don’t even drink that much.” You wave him off.

He leans against the island and laughs, “Okay then. Whatever you say”

You smack his arm playfully then look around the room. You haven’t seen Jaemin anywhere.

“Where’s Jaemin?”

Mark is typing away on his phone. “He’s outside with- uhhhh” he quickly sets his phone down and straightens his back with wide eyes. You raise an eyebrow, confused by how tense he’s gotten all of the sudden. “He’s outside trying to work the grill or something”

“Oh cool! I’ll be back” you chirp.

You set your bottle down and start your journey to the backyard, but Mark stops you by holding onto your wrist as he stares at you with unease. Now you’re really confused.

“I don’t think you sh-“

All of the sudden, a familiar voice rings in your ears, “Jaemin said we can finally come out now”

Your heart stops. You fix your gaze to where the voice is coming from.

“Johnny..?”

P1 — • — P2

[goonzi11a]

I'm uncomfortable with the majority if things you post. I wasn't originally going to say anything about it because if figured that you would realize that it's wrong, but I need to put my foot down here. You crossed the line with fetishizing self harm. That's disgusting. Any sane human being should realize that it's wrong. That's not even to begin to say what other stuff you've done. The only black woman in your series seems to be heavily sexualized. The "all the good guys are homophobic" thing is also questionable. You use terms like "homo" and THE F SLUR even though you have not clarified to any of us that you are part of the lgbt spectrum. Now making the only gay character in your series the bad guy, drawing what looks to be her getting sexually assaulted by the hero of the story (correct me if I'm wrong on that) and saying that "she's cute so she should cut deeper" is DISGUSTING. Someone could see this and think that they should cut themselves. Mind you if you didn't know, self harming behavior KILLS PEOPLE. As someone who, in the past, has had almost life threatening consequences from this, trust me when I say it's not "cute" or "sexy". You have to know that what you're doing here is not okay. Do better.

I am sorry 4 making u feel uncomfortable with my art. The drawing I make are made for goofs and laughs. None of the drawings I make are made with the intention to harm anyone mentality or physically. The African American women u mention (Isabelle Jackson) was never made to be a fan service, she was made 2 be the love interest to Alex in part2 (and also in all seriousness I just like black women). I wanted to keep it a secret but I'm Asexual I don't like sharing personal stuff like this. Most of the good guys are Homophobic because most them are born from the 70s and early 80s They have been raised in different times when things weren't really acceptable. The Hero Alexander steel would never think of SAing some one considering he is a SA victim. The drawing is a traced by a actual photo of a girl sexualizing her suicide her tiktok is @detective_sonia and her Discord is @det.sonia. I am sorry for my actions but with the most up respect, It's just a drawing that was made for laughs and giggles and if u don't like the content I make u can just unfollow. I hope we can put this behind us and if u don't I'm still going 2 be supporting The rusty nails project. I'm sorry

[yuukei-yikes]

what do you think of ene :3 the kagepro fans ive seen tend to write her off as LOL silly virus miku and not much beyond that and while she is sillay i do wish shintaro/ene codependency was explored a little bit .... so when i saw you mention post str takane/shintaro codependency i was like FUCK YEAHHHHHH

lmao. dude. she is my favorite character COME ON like it pisses me off so bad how everyone treats ene as teehee comic relief and only treat takane as Takane bc like. THEYRE THE SAME FUCKING PERSON IDIOT!!! Hating ene is hating post str takane 😒😒😒

anyways i dont have a fave between haruka and takane but heh takane just has so much more depth imo. her story is a lil more complex to me and its just such a good arc ugh like shes rly one of the characters to go through the most drastic development like her arc is so😭😭😭 i love you enomoto takane and i hate ppl who disregard ene. if u do that u dont fucking understand takane at all and u should GET OUT OF HERE!!!!!!!!!!!

POST STR SHINTARO/TAKANE CODEPENDENCY REALNESS ITS LITERALLY MY FAVE SUBJECT EVER BC LIKE takane fucking DIED and so did everyone she loved and suddenly there is shintaro who she holds onto not only bc he looks awful and obviously needs help but bc hes the one proof she was ever real so she holds onto him as her form of keeping herself sane!??!?!!? like it goes both ways!?!?!?? for over a year (i think ene arrives in shintaros comp like a year into him being a shut in out of the 2 years, irc?) theyre all the other has, but for ene it also goes into him being her whole entire life and point of existence. not only to keep herself sane and have a purpose, but being with shintaro in memory of ayano, of haruka, and of herself... like. post str takane has ISSUES i think its rly hard for her to really let go of shintaro.

as for shintaro its like... im kinda split. would he wanna cut her off or hold onto her as well? ive seen cool stuff with the idea of shintaro being super angry at her but tbh i think he'd be mad for only a little but since he's got memories of past timelines its difficult to be Actually mad at her and cut her off. like, he killed her in one route LMAO i think shintaro would feel guilty abt that + treat the situation seriously not like he did in the novel where they get over it after just yelling at each other for a bit and its rather a funny scene than a serious one😒 (i hate how the novels treated takane getting her body back as sort of a joke, like she gets it back off screen bc its a Kano Novel and then its implied she like shoplifted some food LMAO and then the shintaro confrontation is just written off as a funny bit i just UGH it should be a bigger deal that one of the main characters got her body back after 2 years but WHATEVER)

anyways. shintaro would go easy on takane especially when seeing how pathetic she looks trying to fix things with him and i think they have this sick sick sick she can fix me/i can fix him relationship where shintaro while wary of her at first, does fall in how comfortable it is to just rely on takane for everything and treats takane as a therapist while takane rejoices in not only still being in his life but being needed by him. ayano would be jealous of takane and goes to haruka like arent YOU jealous and haruka's like am i the only one seeing this is super just fucked up for both their mental healths especially takanes. haruka is not jealous of shintaro as much as hes kind of annoyed bc in the dynamic Shintaro is really the one indulging takane bc its comfortable for him. haruka probably tries talking to takane but its also difficult for him to call it out bc she sees how broken and nervous she is without knowing whats of shintaros life so its like. a whole thing. yuukei quartet relationship drama 4ever