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hi sweet tee! today i’m thinking about tr boys and how they’d react to you being petty/angry at them because someone else was staring at them for too long. just imagining draken standing there like🧍🏼♂️😐 when you show him attitude had me cracking up and i immediately came to you because i know you’d do the same with hanma lol! hope i can request this with draken, hanma (for you hehe), wakasa, and anyone else. thank you!
𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐘𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆
𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: hanma shuji, sano shinichiro, imaushi wakasa, ryuguji ken, hanemiya kazutora, baji keisuke
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: made the ppl staring girls but reader is gender neutral + this is me n my jealous self LMAO & i appreciate you thinking of my selfship this is me @ hanma fr
✿ 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐌𝐀 gets an absolute thrill out of watching you seethe, his lips pulling into a wide smirk as you glare at him with crossed arms. “aww, pretty. are ya jealous, hm? is that what it is?” glaring deeper at him as a warning, you hold your hand out expectantly. “if you don’t want to be single, i suggest you give me your jacket to wear so that bitch knows you’re mine,” you snarl, glaring at the girl staring at him in the distance. he giggles in pure joy, shrugging his jacket off and placing it into your awaiting hands. “are you gonna fight her? can i watch? i wanna see,” he questions, poking your cheek to get on your nerves further. you move to bite his finger, and he yanks it away before you do, chuckling as he wraps his arms around your waist and presses his face into your neck. “i’ll kill her and then you, hanma shuji,” you warn. “i’ll kill her for you, baby, if that’s what you want. love killing people,” he mumbles, pressing kisses to your neck, and he’ll never admit that his heartbeat’s a little erratic at the thought of you being possessive over him.
✿ 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎 pokes your side repeatedly, lips curled downwards into a pout as you ignore him. finally, you swat his hand away, and he groans at your stubbornness. “baby, stop ignoring me. did nothing wrong,” he mumbles, draping himself over you from behind. you try to shrug him off, but he holds on tighter, whining slightly. “letting other girls stare at you is not noth—” and you’re cut off before you can finish, the giddiness in his voice as he interrupts you making you do a double take. “wait, wait. are you jealous? for me? really?” he turns you around with an excited grin, making you purse your lips in irritation. “why is this good news, sano?” he pouts again at the use of his last name, clinging to you as he hugs you once more. “‘m that special huh? you get jealous,” he pokes your cheek, bright grin on his face making the sour mood you’d been in moments ago slowly fade as you bite back a smile of your own. “you’re an absolute dork, you know that? a loser.” and he grins, pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek as you finally hug him back. “but you’re into it. you’re jealous.”
BAJI AND KAZU AWWWW
Hi tee! Can i request one where they realize they are deep in love, so much they couldn't handle It? With hanma, rindou, and sanzu?
𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐘𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐙𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘’𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔
𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: hanma shuji, akashi haruchiyo, sano shinichiro, kurokawa izana, haitani rindou
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: soft vulnerable babies >:( my fav type of babies
✿ 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐌𝐀 waits for you to tell him to leave, to tell him to get lost as you eye the blood all over his clothes. and even if his lips are a bit wobbly, and his voice shakes just the slightest bit, he laughs bitterly in your face. “this is me. ya can’t change me, sweetheart,” he grins condescendingly, but you simply walk up to him, tugging him by the bottom of his shirt and pulling him closer. “i’m not trying to change you, stupid. i’m trying to take care of you,” you mumble into his chest, rubbing his back in slow circles as he stands stiffly in your embrace. and slowly, he lets out a shaky exhale, unsure why he feels like this, and why it takes over him so fiercely, but he knows from the way that you plant a kiss to his chest that you feel the same. he’s never had a home, but he thinks he can build one with you right here. “i love you,” he blurts, voice quiet. “me too,” you nod, reaching forward and cupping his face, “love you. let’s you cleaned up, yeah?”
✿ 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐙𝐔 stands outside your door, repeating to himself the words he swears he’ll tell you, taking a deep breath before knocking. and when you open it, lips pressed in a thin line as you stare at him, the apology he owes you—the one he’s been practicing for hours, slips his mind completely. “uh…hey. listen so, i’m uh…” he trails off, rubbing his neck awkwardly. sighing deeply, you grab his hand and tug him in, closing the door behind you. “it’s okay, haru,” you say softly, “i know you didn’t mean it. i’m sorry too.” and when you hug him, gently snaking your arms around his waist and squeezing, he lets out a breath, instantly burying his face into your neck. this has to be love, he thinks, he’s too connected with you for it not to be, and you know him too well that he hopes it’s love for you too. “didn’t mean it,” he whispers, voice a breaking a little at the end, and the threading of your fingers in his hair soothes him as he clings tightly to you. “i know baby, i know.”
I just read Your Place on the Ground. Oh my gosh. The yearning was fucking palpable. The easy back and forth between the two and the whole.. being proud idiots who don’t want to be the first to say it? Absolutely incredible, wow.
okay yeah thank you much
tee i’m here with a headcanon request like you asked! and it is the lil gangster babies falling asleep on you 🥺 you can pick anyone but please include my baby ran! thanks tee love you tons ❤️
𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐘𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔
𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: hanma shuji, sano manjiro, ryuguji ken, haitani ran, akashi haruchiyo
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: this was so sweet wtf ily too come here i want to give you a kiss
✿ 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐌𝐀 plops his weight onto you, snickering obnoxiously when you slap his shoulders as the wind gets knocked out of you. but even despite the scowl on your face, instantly your fingers thread through his hair as he sighs, head slotting into your neck while you pull the blanket over his figure. “you were supposed to be home earlier,” you accuse, but your voice holds no malice as you kiss the side of his head, and his eyes slowly shut while you scratch at his scalp. “got caught up,” he yawns, body slowly turning limp as more weight presses onto you. rolling your eyes, you hug him tighter, softly rubbing over his back as he snores lightly. “i hate you, shuji. you’re lucky you’re ugly ass is cute,” you mutter under your breath.
✿ 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐘 cuddles into your chest, pouting as you talk into the phone and don’t give him the attention he craves. “are you done yet?” he whines quietly, poking your cheek. slowly, your fingers weave into his hair and you press an apologetic kiss to his forehead, whispering that you need just a few more minutes against his warm skin. but the gentle threading of his locks turn his eyes heavy, and he clutches onto your shirt as he drifts off with a soft yawn, making your eyes soften as you stare down at him. “sorry, baby,” you chuckle, pulling him closer and cupping his cheek as he sleeps. “was a bit busy. i’ll make up to you when you’re awake,” you murmur, rubbing your thumb over his cheekbone as he leans into your touch even in his slumber.
my first sfw post if it flops maybe i’ll die
KEISUKE BAJI | YOUR PLACE ON THE GROUND.
lucky lover: baji keisuke (x reader)
cw etc: swearing, mutual pining, cigarettes, this is love, the briefest mention of weed
all about: you, baji, your old bic lighter, and cheap menthol cigarettes vs. the wind at your private little hideout.
there’s a slight shiver next to you, coldness protruding from the boy on your right, arms huddled to his chest as he looks forward. the light from the moon rests on both of your fingers, creating panels as yours move to grab at the box in your bag.
you can’t remember how the conversation even started, the wind covering the accents in his words when it rustles through the trees or accentuating his insults when it dies down a little.
“i hope that asshole gets in a wreck on his way home.”
“so you’ve been saying for the past thirty minutes, baji.” he scoffs at the annoyance in your tone; sees over it and carries on with his rant, sprawling his legs before him as his hands move down to rest atop the wood he’s sitting on.
the log under you two is worn, bark faded slightly under the wear and tear of the weather and quite probably your tobacco addiction— but it stays in its place on the ground, waiting for you two like it’s ritual.
you’d found this spot roughly six months ago, aimlessly hiking, or looking for a place to maybe pack a bowl before you’d settled on a semi-open patch in the woods, secluded in trees with slivers of city lights poking through from a distance. the oaks you’d found months before had shed now, leaves brittle and hidden under the soles of your shoes, but they still provided enough coverage to feel alone.
shortly after finding it, you became enamored with it. the walk was pretty short all in all and you knew it wouldn’t feel remotely as long with keisuke by your side, bitching about whatever stranger had so much as looked at one of you two wrong.
your hands fumble against the packaging, tearing the plastic off before tucking it into the boy next to you’s pocket, an argument about how ‘littering in your spot is even worse than regular littering’ resting on the tip of your tongue in case he noticed. when he didn’t— he definitely did, you’re just the only person he’d let use him as a human trash can—, you hit the box against your palm a couple times out of habit, even though you never really understood why people did that.
“if you vaped or something we wouldn’t have to freeze to death, you know that right?” your eyes roll, head finally snapping in his direction.
“fuck you mean freeze to death? i dressed for the occasion, dickhead.” your hands gesture down to the fabric engulfing your figure, leaning over to nudge his shoulder with your own. “see how that didn’t even hurt? hoodie privileges.”
“pretty sure that’s mine.” his grumble is quiet, caught under his breath as he rubs his fingers together, trying to rid himself of the brittleness the cold has brought to his skin.
it’s easy to ignore him, passing him one of the squares and grabbing your own shortly after, resting the recently bought box at its honorary spot on your leg. it’s still too windy for an easy light, but that’s never really stopped you before.
“if it bothers you so much you don’t gotta come with.” you’re turned away from him again, head catching warmth from your bag while you fish around for your lighter.
“shut up.” you exhale a laugh and this is easy, too. it’s always easy with baji, whether you’re in an overly crowded environment or alone in your own little world. your breath spills from the bag, tumbles over and heats up the skin on your wrists, moving up in clouds to your palms.
“oh, got it.” it’s self assured and then you’re back in the present, looking at him, over exaggerating your movements as you motion your gaze from his eyes to his hands. it’s a dance the two of you do, towing the line of unspoken competition before you break in premeditated annoyance.
“cover for me? not gonna be able to light for shit.” it’s habitual; a routine process where his hands act like a barrier between your little flame and the world, and yours for his. at this point he should be ready and willing by the time you pull out your pack, but it’s almost taunting how he makes you ask every time.
“‘you don’t gotta come with’.” he mocks your previous comment, hunching over slightly nonetheless to cup his fingers— his long fucking fingers— over your cigarette. “you wouldn’t even be able to get a drag without me.” you don’t see his reaction, your eyes preoccupied with wearing down your paper under the fire, but you’re sure he’s got a harsh smile, a smirk with a snicker set up just for you.
there’s something unsaid in your friendship with keisuke. it shows up in abstruse ways; like when his attention stays on you for just a second too long or you slip away from your day to day responsibilities just to see him. he’s not the subtlest, but that must just mean you’re not the smartest. or maybe— in some twisted, childish little way— you like it more like this, all unspoken and yearning and nerve wracking.
you’re not sure how long it really takes you to light it, but your thumb is worn from the spark wheel and the metal pricks at and forms a little callous on the pad of skin and you’re just a little bit irritated.
“fucking annoying.” you grumble against the butt once you finally light it, puffs of smoke slipping past the corners of your lips. he pulls back, or maybe you do first, and you lift your hands up in return, cupped while you balance your cig in your mouth.
he leans down to try to run from the wind, head closer to your thighs, spine curving in a hunchback, hair falling uncomfortably over his head, and it’s unfair that he still looks good. your heart thumps louder than the repetitive catch of the lighter, the way it sounds over and over as he tries to work it in spite of the weather, but his muttered swears outdo your heartbeat as you exhale from the side of your mouth again.
“motherfucker,” he leans up too fast, almost hits you with the sheer speed of it, and shakes the lighter against his ear. “it empty?” he looks stupid like this, features pink from the harsh feel of the weather, eyes pointed into a glare at nothing specific as you move to flick the ash off the end of your cigarette now that he’s not actively attempting to light his. and, in a way, it’s like you won— because even though you invited him here to begin with, and even though you bought the cigarettes with your own dime, yours is lit and his isn’t.
“i think it’s empty.” yours is lit and his isn’t. dammit.
“no, you’re just shit at this.” you spend a lot more time than you’re willing to admit admiring, or analyzing as you’d like to think, baji. it’s important to know your friends, so it can’t be bad you want to know him, and it’s not romantic that you’ve picked up and memorized all the different ways he reacts and what each of them mean. so you’re not surprised when there’s a rumble in his scoff, voice sticking itself in the place where the air leaves his lungs.
he tosses the lighter onto the ground next to his feet. “this is fuckin’ stupid.” it takes a second, you think, for him to realize the lighter wasn’t his and he scrambles in an almost passable nonchalance to scoop it off the earth again. baji isn’t the brightest, but he’s smart. he’s smart when it comes to people and when it comes to you; even if there’s this rundown ploy between the two of you, even if neither of you could pull a real confession out from the other if you wanted to, and he knows you have a soft spot for him hidden behind all the light hits and titillating insults. he has it, too, he knows it festers like a disease— so he grins a little as he looks at you, hand reaching out in front of your face.
“let me take a pull,” his palms— that he’s noticed you like— lay flat, fingers curling up into tiny fists over and over as he waits for you as if you owe him anything. “gimme.”
“fucker— no.” his posture flops to dejected with minimal effort.
“this is bullshit,” he starts, huffing like a petulant child as he retracts his hand. “cold as fuck and i don’t get one drag? not one?” part of you is proud of yourself for moments like this. you’re grateful, even if you’d never tell him, that you get to watch him act incredulous like this. he pouts so often, but not in that cute little way people always talk about, and it tugs at your heart; but more than anything is swells your pride up beyond large at the fact you’re the one he lets see him like this.
it takes you forty-six seconds to suggest it. you’d thought of it before he’d even asked to share yours, you’d thought of it for so long without a presented opportunity, and now that you had it, you waited a whole forty-six seconds to spring your plan into action.
“here,” you lift his hand up to his mouth, guiding the butt back to his lips, spoon feeding him his cigarette. “move and you’re an ashtray.” your voice is quiet in your warning, words meshing together in your murmur and it’s like a little undeclared admittance to your nerves. the embers on the end of your cigarette deteriorate and you literally can’t daly if you want to enjoy the rest of your smoke in peace.
you balance it in between the crevices in your fingers, steadying it as you shorten the distance between the two of you and you think your heart is genuinely in your ass. you’re not sure if your stomach hurts from anxiety or the smoke, but you shake just a little bit when you approach him. this is nothing. this is a friend helping a friend, you’d even go as far as to say an addict helping an addict. nicotine addiction is a serious illness, and you’d never want to deprive someone of their little high after you offered it to begin with. you’re just being considerate; you don’t want to feel his breath on your face, or the way his hair brushes soft against your shoulder, you’re just helping out a friend.
you decide to close your eyes so you don’t have to watch him watch you. in retrospect, it’s probably a bad idea because you can’t line your squares up properly, but he tweaks your chin a little to make the connection. and his hand’s on your face, and yours is on his thigh— you don’t remember how it got there—, and your other is holding the half smoked stick, and your cigarettes are touching.
and he doesn’t inhale. idiot. you’ll slap him once you’re done, but for now you settle for tapping under his jaw, urging his throat to take in any oxygen while you wait, giving him all of yours. when he gets the hint, when you feel his jugular retract under his inhale, you grin around your cigarette, eyes opening and crossing to focus on the way the little spark passes between the two of them.
when you pull away from him, for once, he doesn’t say anything. you’re now watching him, and he’s still watching you, and it’s another external competition between the two of you: who’ll break first, who’ll utter the truth first, who’ll move past this redundant bullshit.
everything reeks of cigarettes, but you don’t really mind because keisuke ends the almost eye contact first, turning his chin up slightly to exhale. it’s embarrassing how speechless it makes you, as if you were even saying anything, and your ribs ache with jealousy at the trees for their ability to see him at any angle they’d want.
the wind has grown on you now as it pushes your smoke against baji’s features whenever you breathe out. it fills up the silence, whispers your divulgences so neither of you have to, and makes itself company amongst the two of you.
your eyes flicker to him and you know his flicker to you, and you wonder how the two of you would look to anyone that saw you. you wonder if the oaks that provide you your solace think the two of you look like quiet lovers sharing in an unhealthy habit, or if they think you’re friends without a real purpose decomposing after a long day. you don’t vocalize your thoughts, neither of you say another word until both of your cigarettes are out and gone and nothing but a filter; but you don’t mind much, sitting in silence in your place on the ground with keisuke.
SANOPHILE -> MANJIROWNED
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Writing Advice / Miscellaneous Prompts
Reasons for your characters to hate each other
More reasons for your characters to hate each other
Reasons for someone to not want to fall in love
Reasons for your characters to be in close proximity
Flower themed asks for your OCs
First date headcanon meme
This or That - headcanon meme
Dumb things for your character to get up to
Oneliners to cheer up your character
Tips for writing slow burn
How to write enemies to lovers
How to write and foreshadow a plot twist
How to write friends to lovers
Anon specific advice
Anon specific advice #2
Anon specific prompts #3
Anon specific prompts #4
Prompts masterlist
IVE got some corny hcs i’m gonna write just you WAIT
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BLA¡R (aka; the hotter half of #KLAIR!)
facebook mom bullet point list!
9teen, any pronouns, leo sun (cap moon + gemini rising), intj, 8w9, jewish, queer, the actual love of kisaki tetta’s life, literally manjiro sano, and the kisaki gatekeeper.
characters i’d lay down my life for!
tetta kisaki (duh), manjiro sano, kazutora hanemiya, keisuke baji, rindou haitani, shinichiro sano, izana kurokawa, kokonoi hajime, chifuyu matsuno
idk what else to say but, on that note, i always have something to say so i’m sure i’ll come back and add more later.
