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e2l + him bleeding out in your arms 𐙚 david “hesh” walker
“god, please don’t die. i swear to god, if you fucking die on me… please.”
“you’re cute when you’re like this, y’know?”
you allowed hesh’s rough, calloused thumb to wipe your tears, even as you blinked the rest of them back to weakly glare at him.
“are you fucking joking?” you choked out, voice cracking at each word.
fuck, even at death’s doorstep, hesh still managed to infuriate you to no end. how he could still joke around, when all you could feel was dread, was much beyond you.
“nope.” he managed a bloody grin.
“i hate you.”
“i know.”
the serenity in his gaze made you choke up. no. no, it couldn’t possibly end like this.
“i hate you so much,” you said again, voice trembling, pleading with all of your heart for him to fight back, say something snarky like he usually would, anything that would tell you that he was okay.
he only smiled at that, stroking your hair.
“i know, sweetheart.”
he wasn’t okay. he was never going to be okay ever again.
the grim acceptance in his voice, like a guillotine dropping, made you break into sobs, head falling against his chest. your body trembled as bloodstained fingers desperately clutched at not only him, but any remnants of vitality that his body was willing to give you.
like fraying threads, you felt his life slowly slipping away from your fingertips.
note: i like to think he’s not dead and that you’re both just being overdramatic, but alas, reality is often disappointing 💔
inui likes the quiet. he likes the silent moments where he can just be. inui also likes you. he’s infatuated with everything about you. he loves the way you keep him company while he’s working on bikes at the shop. he loves the way that you play with and style his hair. he loves your smile and how it lights up a room, even if you don’t think it does. as your relationship developed, inui found that he enjoyed the quiet moments where you would cuddle on the couch together. no noise, just the two of you cuddled up under a warm blanket, playing with each other’s hair. when you’re around, it’s definitely not always quiet, but inui loves you more than he loves the quiet.
11:56 pm
Rindou has his hands locked on my hips, holding onto me with a vice grip. I’m straddled on top of him, dabbing at a cut on his face with an alcohol wipe. He groans when I move onto another cut, and my eyes dart up and meet with his; we hold eye contact for a brief second before I look back down.
"I know I said I’d save the lecture for later, but you really need to stop getting into fights, Rin," I say exasperatedly. Honestly, I’m a little annoyed at the many late nights of patching up the cuts, scrapes, and bruises from his numerous fights.
He looks at me for a moment and then smirks before leaning down and whispering into my ear, "But if I stop getting into fights, how am I supposed to get you on top of me?"
I blush, and he chuckles at my flustered state.
"Why so shy, baby? We both know that you like to look at my body when you patch me up," he whispers once more. My eyes widen, and I bury my head in the crook of his neck, refusing to look him in the eye.
He chuckles again, and then he manoeuvres his head so his lips brush against my neck. I breathe shakily, placing my hands on his chest, grasping desperately at his shirt. His hands travel under the loose fabric of my shirt, rubbing mindless circles on the small of my back. I move my head from the crook of his neck and look him in the eyes. His eyes dart between my lips and my eyes, silently asking for permission to close the gap between the two of us.
I press my lips against his, holding his face in my hands. Years of pent-up affection spill out in one kiss, and yet it’s short and sweet. Rindou’s hands return to my waist, holding my hips tightly. He pulls back slightly and mumbles against my lips, "You wouldn’t have to patch me up if stupid guys would just stop talking about you."
I push back and look at him curiously. I have a million questions, none of which I want to ask first. I place my hands on his shoulders to steady myself, and I see that he’s frowning. He notices my curious expression and sighs.
"I was hoping I wouldn’t have to tell you, but there I go running my fucking mouth again," he pauses for a second, looks me in the eyes, and then starts again, "There were some guys saying some shit about you. I had to put those assholes in their place. No one is allowed to disrespect what’s mine."
"What’s yours? That's a bold claim, considering we just kissed for the first time," I tease, and he rolls his eyes.
"Well, you’re my best friend, and I’d be a pretty shit friend if I stood around and let some guys talk shit about you," he defends himself, a lilt of concern in his tone. The way he calls me his best friend makes me pout; is that all we are? Even after this kiss? I frown, and he notices. He always notices.
"What?" He asks, but I don’t want to respond, opting to look away instead. He moves his hands to gently hold my face and says quietly, "Speak to me, baby."
"You say we’re best friends, but then you call me things like baby. I don’t get what you want." I pout and avert my eyes, fiddling with the fingers on his left hand.
He moves his right hand down and lightly runs his thumb over my hip in a circular motion, then he captures my gaze, saying, "I want to be able to hold you and kiss you every day. I want to spend every one of my waking moments thinking about you. I want everyone to know you’re mine."
There’s a brief second of silence between the two of us, and then I lean in to kiss him again. He reciprocates, his hands roaming over the bare skin of my waist and back. This kiss is hungrier and more passionate than the last, one that feels like it could last forever. We pull apart, chests heaving. Rindou looks at me with a stupid grin on his face before he pulls me back in again.
shinichiro is always excited to see you. he never gets annoyed by your presence or makes you leave when he’s talking to his friends, you’re a lot more important to him than most people. whenever you come up to him, he pulls you into a hug, and if he’s in a good mood, he’ll spin you around. he then takes a moment to grin at you like an idiot before placing a small kiss to your forehead. his. friends are used to this by now, it happens literally every time he sees you. he’s just so in love with you, how can he resist hugging and kissing you?
it’s not often you see how cruel bonten!mikey is towards his subordinates, he tries to keep you away from that side of his life, but sometimes you overhear a phone call or stumble across some of his paperwork. it confuses you how different he is while at work than when he’s around you. bonten!mikey is soft and caring, and often holds you like you’re fragile porcelain that could break at any moment. he enjoys cuddling up on the couch with you after a long day at work, his arms locked around your waist and his head nuzzling into the crook of your neck. most nights, you’ll fall asleep together like that, only to wake up in bed in the morning without him there. you know he works to give you a good life, but it doesn’t hurt any less when you wake up and his side of the bed is cold.
ran never has much trouble getting to sleep. he can seemingly just close his eyes and drift off, so he often falls asleep before you. usually, when somebody wakes him up all hell breaks loose, but when you stare at him with tired eyes and apologise for waking him up, he softens. he murmurs for you to come closer and then he lets you rest your head on his chest. he gently runs his fingers through your hair and lightly massages your scalp with his fingertips. when your breathing finally slows into a rhythmic pattern, he stops his ministrations, kisses your forehead, pulls you closer into his tight embrace, and then drifts back to sleep.
after kissing you, yuzuha always pulls away with the cutest lovesick grin on her face. she stares into your eyes and sometimes rests her forehead against yours while giggling. kisses like this are usually followed by a short hug so she can try and hide the growing blush on her face.
ran likes to have you cuddled next to him as he trails kisses along your neck. your focus on the movie wavers as he trails down closer to your collarbone before working his way back up. after each kiss you can feel his smirk against your skin. he knows that he’s distracting you, and there’s a little bit of pride in that fact. he’ll stop right next to your mouth and then start going back down, teasing you just enough so that you’ll beg for him to kiss your lips.
mornings with mikey are slow. neither of you are particularly interested in getting out of bed and out of each other’s arms. through the morning haze you lay with each other, mumbling the occasional acknowledgment that one of you has to get up some time soon. somehow ten more minutes turns into twenty which turns into forty. when you eventually do have to get up it’s a struggle to leave the comfort and warmth of the bed and your lover’s arms.
kakucho keeps a tight grip on you when you’re cuddling. the longer you stay cuddled up with him, the more his need to protective he becomes subconsciously. his grip gets tighter but not tight enough to hurt you, just enough to keep you close to him. if his grip does get too tight, he’ll notice your discomfort and loosen his grip on you while massaging wherever he was holding.
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anon you don’t understand how incredibly happy this made me <3
rindou is a possessive person. he doesn’t like letting many people get close to him so the people he does have, he likes to keep them close. this means that he can get jealous quite easily, although he would rather die than admit that. if somebody gets a little too touchy or a bit too bold while talking to you when you’re out with him, he’ll be right by your side to introduce himself and glare at the person. if he’s not with you, he trusts you enough to turn down any unwanted advances but if somebody does something to you, he’ll make sure they’re never heard from again.
shinichiro’s confession to you was extremely rushed and he was speaking extremely fast. his friends had told him that somebody else was going to confess to you later that day and he decided that he was going to at least try asking you out. he was slightly annoyed when he found out that nobody was actually going to confess to you but nevertheless he was ecstatic that you actually agreed to go out with him.
benkei is naturally warmer than most people are. being cuddled up with him when the weather is cold and rainy is perfect because he’s like a personal heater. you never wake up cold when you cuddle close to him under the blankets.
takemichi is always willing to let you rest your head on his shoulder. he’ll sit there super stiff and not move for the whole time and he ends up getting a cramp. he never complains about it because he’s just happy that you find him comfortable enough to lay on.
mitsuya kisses your stomach when he notices that you’re feeling a bit insecure. if he notices you looking at your stomach in the mirror a little too long, he’ll bend down and lift your shirt a little. he’ll pepper kisses across your stomach, looking up at your flustered face after every couple of kisses. if you ask him what he’s doing, he’ll say something like, “i’m just appreciating how perfect you are.”