Hope you don’t mind little old me, bothering you again with the Spotify wrapped ask! 🤭
May I ask #92 for Shiloh or R? (pick whoever fits the song better)
Thank you so much! Lots of love 😘♥️
If you want, we'll help tonight to split its seams
Give the bruises out like gifts
White Teeth Teens — Lorde
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R groans before releasing a short, but annoyed breath. "I will..."
Your eyes roll as you expect an insult to fall from their lips. "You will what?" you interject.
R's gaze narrows at you, you're sure they're now thinking twice the amount of insults they originally came up with. "I will help you." Those words surprise you.
You're standing there with your mouth ajar, you blink rapidly, and begin to wonder whether you actually heard the R Zayed offer their help to you.
"You'll what?"
R scoffs and steps past you. "I'm not saying it again. Besides, you can't possibly think that you have the skill set to take out a whole gang on your own, do you?"
Your lips purse together. "That's the only reason you're doing this?"
They look you up and down, and what you'd think is slight detest in their eyes is anything but. "Me working with you. What other reason is there for me to do that?"
But recently it feels like the two of you working together is a common thing.
How about 28 "One person tracing the other’s lips with a fingertip until they can’t resist any longer, tilting their chin towards them for a kiss" for R? 👀
One person tracing the other’s lips with a fingertip until they can’t resist any longer, tilting their chin towards them for a kiss
“You’re an idiot.” To your surprise, the insult is said in a playful tone, enough to make laughter fall from your lips.
You reach over and flick on the light switch. “It’s not my fault you practically live in some dark cave. Seriously, when was the last time you turned on the lights in here?”
R’s apartment is aesthetically pleasing: large windows, open space, and a minimalist vibe.
“Feel free to leave if you’re going to have a go at my decor,” they say back as they kick their shoes off. They hang their leather jacket up on the hanger, it’s next to yours, looks like they belong together in a weird way.
“You should let me stay. We’re only in the living room, there are so many more rooms to look at and analyse,” you tease. You watch as R rolls their eyes, they step forward and take your hand to pull you to the kitchen.
Months ago that would’ve never happened. You’re sure at the mention of your name R would vomit, sneer, and not have a good thing to say about you…but in the months you’ve had to work together you’d say that you’re a lot closer. Your rivalry probably isn’t fully over but it’s something the two of you can joke about.
You take a seat on the counter, watch as R makes their way to the fridge and takes out a bottle of their favourite drink. When they glance at you over their shoulder they catch you staring.
“What?” they ask with a light smile.
You shake your head. “Nothing.” You haven’t said it, but studying R has been one of your favourite things to do. Before, when you were purely rivals, you’d have to do it to get a one up in the gang world—now it’s done affectionately.
They place the bottle on the counter beside you and move to stand in front of you. “It’s not nothing,” they say softly.
You suck in a breath. “Is this what you usually do when I’m not here?”
“Hm, no,” R answers before gazing downwards for a moment. “This is the first time you’ve visited my place…but when you’re not here I usually think about you a lot, so there’s that.”
You can tell that was a hard confession to make, the way their jaw tightens, the way R momentarily avoids your eyes. This is new territory for the both of you, no wonder neither of you have dived in head first.
Slowly, and hesitantly, they move their hand to cup your cheek. The pad of their thumb traces the corner of your mouth before brushing against your bottom lip.
“Tell me,” you whisper, “what’s more easier, this or loathing me?”
R lets out a breathy chuckle. “Loathing you, for sure.” And before you can respond they’re tilting your chin upwards, smashing their lips onto yours, and if you’ve ever wondered whether the person you hated was a good kisser—you’ve gotten your answer, R’s brilliant at it.
Their free arm wraps around your body, pulling you closer even though there isn’t any distance between you.
You pull back a few centimetres, your eyes are still closed when you ask, “Tell me, what’s more fun. This or loathing me?”
R leans forward and smiles against your lips. “This, for sure.”
hiii mila! hope you’re doing well and that life is treating you good 💚💛🧡 i’ve barely been online lately but i do miss your writing and your characters sm so im just gonna do a prompt request ahsjskd
“bandaging/stitching up an injury” for L or R (whoever you think fits better or feel inspired for bc i personally can’t pick a favourite 😔)
bandaging/stitching up an injury
“You don’t have to do this,” R says after you whilst their left hand clutches their right shoulder with their torn shirt.
You snort at that and search the cabinet for a first aid kit. “What, fix you?”
“Yes!” R spits back but they suddenly groan as the pain hits.
You have no choice but to feel a pang of sympathy for them, the two of you have been put into a dangerous situation by people more powerful than either of you—getting injured was bound to happen but it doesn’t prepare you for it.
“Believe it or not, I need you alive, Zayed.” You move to stand in front of them, your eyes dart over and you take them in. They look a lot more tired, drained, almost like they’re half of themselves—but they look kinder too, a softened gaze that you thought you’d never see.
“Only need?” they ask as your hand goes over theirs to pull it away from the wound. “Not want?”
You take an antiseptic wipe to clean the gash on their shoulder. “Want, need. Does it really make a difference?” It’s ironic from you because you know it matters, you know it makes a difference.
“Need and want are the two things that separate us from the rest.” R clenches their teeth when you finish the cleaning. “We’re the type of people to do more than most to get our loved ones the things they need. The things we want…” Their eyes search yours for something…anything. “Well, that depends how bad you want it,” they whisper.
You stay quiet for a moment when you reach for the equipment to stitch. “And what do you want?” you don’t realise how quietly you’ve said it, like you’re unprepared for the answer.
Your fingers delicately splay over their shoulder. “Don’t do that,” R says.
“Do what?”
“Ask me what I want when I’m vulnerable,” they murmur. “I’ll say a load of things that should be left unsaid.”
You clear your throat. “Stuff about me?” You look them in the eyes. “About us?”
R blinks. “You and me in the same sentence is a crime in itself.” Neither if you realise but you’re halfway through stitching.
The corner of your mouth quirks upwards. “Then arrest me.”
“Oh, we couldn’t have that,” they joke back. “Believe it or not but I…” They almost swallow their words. “I want you around.”
Ohhh crushing/relationship facts for R?? I feel like there could be some denial of feelings and angst here. Only maybe maybe. He is such an interesting character so I had to askkkk
I imagine them casually laying on the couch in their apartment and realisation hits them and they realise they’re falling for your gang member and they literally mutter, “… no fucking way. what the actual fuck?!?”
Wakes up the next morning, goes to their own gang’s lair and comes up with a list of all the reasons they hate you… but slowly they subconsciously add reasons why they like you.
R spotting you from across the room and the two of you make eye contact, and R’s telling, pleading, with themselves to look away… but they just can’t.
The first time R saves you from a dangerous situation; they’ll call you an idiot for putting yourself in shit in the first place — but that’s the moment they realise they’d save you again.
R being uncharacteristically scared about starting a relationship with you. Fear about what other people will think, but mostly because they think they’ll fuck it up and they really don’t want to do that.
R casually waiting outside the Underground for you, and when you walk out they’ll throw an arm around you and jokingly ask, “haven’t got any plans to kill me, right?”
R’s into pottery, they find it calming and comforting so they’d invite you along to do it with them and it’s all cute and intimate—you know, their hands over yours, or yours over theirs whilst you make something.
Tiredly leaning into each other whilst R plays with your hands and fingers delicately and says, “I never expected this, us, to happen… but I’m glad it did. Thank you.”
an unexpected kiss that shocks the one receiving it.
R tolerates you now. They haven't exactly said so themselves, but they're walking beside you late at night, they haven't instantly gone to attack you, and their presence is somewhat... comforting right now.
"How's your gang doing?" you eventually ask as the two of you turn a corner, suddenly troubled by the silence between you.
R arches a brow. "You and I aren't doing that."
"What?"
"The small talk thing," they answer. "Especially when my gang is the topic of conversation."
You snort a little, your hands reach into the pockets of your coat. "You're scared I'll get one up on you." You turn to R, watch as their eyes narrow with a grimace.
"You're stupid if you think you'll get one up on me."
This is what you and R do, go toe to toe with one another until one of you gets pissed off and cracks. Technically, it all still happens, but... there's a little more to it now. The hint of a closed-mouth smile every now and then, an expression you never knew R could muster up.
"Told you that you're worried, even your insults are mediocre," you tease, glance over your shoulder after a moment before you walk in front of them.
The two of you end up outside your apartment. Neither of you really took note of it before, but R has walked you home. All the way to your door, actually.
"This is me," you mutter as you turn back to them. "I suppose I have to thank you."
"Well, isn't that a first," R shoots back sarcastically, leaning on the wall opposite the two of you. You're both silent as your gazes travel over one another, apparently, silence is the best way the two of you can communicate. A bunch of unspoken words, and you suddenly wonder what R is thinking.
You turn and unlock your door, and as you're about to slip into your apartment, you twist back around to R. "Thanks," you eventually mutter, and before you know it, you're taking a quick step forward.
R watches your every movement, their eyes latch onto yours and they let out a small breath. You rest your hand on their arm, and you swiftly lean over and plant a kiss on their cheek. When you pull away, their lips part, there's a shocked expression over their features and now you're staring at each other. Your heart is racing, and you've realised what you've done.
R blinks rapidly. "You just—" They sigh as you step away. "What the fuck was that?" they practically whisper. "We don't— you..."
"You're rambling," you blurt out to R.
"Of course, I am. You just kissed me," they fire back before clearing their throat. "I just didn't expect you to."
"I, um, didn't think I would either, to be honest." You're not entirely sure whether it's from embarrassment, but you turn to go into your home until R calls out your name.
"This doesn't change anything. I still hate you."
You give them a small smirk. "But didn't hate me kissing you."
can I request a prompt for R: “I like you, damn it, is that what you wanted to hear?”
“i like you, damn it, is that what you wanted to hear?”
continuation from the prompt -> here.
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You’re following R without any hesitation, not completely ignoring the person you were talking to, but this is something you need to sort out… if not for the feelings rattling within you, then for the sake of keeping your gangs on a somewhat manageable level without any rivalry spiralling out of control.
“What the fuck is your problem?” you breathe out when you reach them, the look of smoke coming from your lips because it’s so cold outside.
R scoffs, forces their hands into their pockets before rolling their eyes. “We literally just had that conversation.”
You shake your head quickly. “You never care about who I hang out with.”
“We went over that too.”
“You barely want to be in the same room as me.”
R sighs. “Are you done?”
You are most certainly not. You take step towards them, hold their gaze, watch as their expression changes — softens that little more — when they take in the close proximity.
“And here you are acting all—“
They take offence to that, their eyebrows furrowing. “What? Can’t I have emotions?”
“You’ve never had them when it comes to me.” They turn to leave until you’re swiftly back in front of them.
“What do you want me to say?”
You feel slight rage bubbling within you. “I want to know what’s going on with you!”
It’s not happening literally, but R is pulling at their hair. They hang their head back, let the cold nip at their skin before they’re facing you again, the secret remark on the tip of their tongue.
“I like you, damn it,” they breathe out. Your lips part, you’re sure it’s a joke… R does joke, right? There will be a laugh next, a ‘God, you didn’t actually believe that did you?’… but it doesn’t come. “Is that what you wanted to hear?”
“I—“ you mumble out. “You mean that?”
R shrugs, it’s to mask their words from earlier. “If I didn’t I wouldn’t have said it.” They take a step back. “Do what you want with that information.”
R and jealousy is an odd mix. It’s not an emotion they feel often, or even bother to take note of because in the world that you all live in, jealousy is enough to get you killed. They’re sure that won’t happen to them right now, but they can’t help but tilt their head in disgust when they see the person you’re talking to.
R has a history with them. Not a dating one, they wouldn’t put themselves through that. More like a rivalry, not as big as the one they have with your gang, but a rivalry all the same. R knows they’re bad news, the rumours (which happen to be true) basically paint that picture for everyone in the London gang world… and yet, there you are, enjoying their company.
Their feet are taking them across the room before R can protest. When they reach you, they clear their throat loudly, and thankfully the person saunters off, seemingly to get you a drink.
R scoffs. “You’re more of an idiot than I thought.”
You arch a brow. “Zayed, don’t tell me you came over here just to insult me. You could’ve waited, even texted it to me.”
“I’m being serious.”
“So am I,” you spit back, your eyes scanning them up and down. “What do you want?”
R’s gaze flickers behind you. “You’re really hanging around with them?”
You blink rapidly, surprised at the sudden concern. “Yeah. What about it?”
“Just—“ R doesn’t trip up on their words either, but there you are, staring at them, awaiting an answer that they can bring themselves to give you. “I wouldn’t want both of my rivals scheming up a plan to take my gang out.”
Your eyes roll. “News flash, the world doesn’t revolve around you.”
“It doesn’t revolve around you either, yet here I am warning you about them,” R blurts out with venom. “You’re going to get seriously hurt if you involve yourself with them.”
Your eyes narrow. “Why do you care?!”
The two of you are face to face, breathing a little harder, rage between you as neither of you back down from your stare. And just for a moment, you see a flicker of unknown emotion in R’s eyes.
Because i’d be yours, if you asked. That’s what R wants to say… but of course, they’d never do it.
Regarding our rivalry with R, is it specifically with R or just their gang in general? Would there be any possibility to convince them (without romancing them) that I don't actually hate them and just consider us rivals, not enemies?
Their gang in general but R and your gang member do have an individual rivalry going on which causes them to have a dislike towards each other (or at least R not liking your gang member).
And to your second question, yes! BDSI is about creating friendships and connections as much as it is romance so I’ll definitely add in a route/option that your rivalry with R is just a ‘business’ thing, that there isn’t actually a whole load of hate there.
