⊱ you try to keep it at bay, but green-passing someone getting perhaps a bit too close to your boyfriend isn't your thing ; sakura, suo, kaji
⊱ request: "Imagine sakura, suo and kaji with an s/o that gets jealous and a bit possessive over them. Like not in a toxic, obsessive way but if they see their bfs getting hit on, best believe the s/o's gonna cling a bit more than they usually do and hold on to them until their jealousy simmers down 🙏😝😝"
⊱ w.c: 1.2k (total); 0.4k (average)
⊱ genre: fluff-ish
⊱ warnings: none
⊱ a/n: had too much fun writing this omg, thank you for requesting <3
sakura haruka
you try to keep it at bay, truly. few things make you happier than seeing people appreciate sakura after all, it warms your heart to extents beyond human comprehension. there is still a limit though.
it hadn’t even been a fight, only sakura helping two girls clearly bothered by some, quote unquote, punks with mere half-threats. it’s part of his duty, right? and it’s also part of his duty to make citizens feel safe, right? so it only makes sense for him to respond when the two come up to thank him, right? and it only makes sense for them to shamelessly act like you’re literally not even there, right? no. no, it doesn’t, and while you can’t blame him and his nature, it admittedly stresses you out when sakura doesn’t know how to respond through more than flustered stutters.
you like to follow the principle of being the bigger person. this time, you find yourself being the bigger problem instead.
“haruka,” you call out, fully going against your so-called principle once you wrap your arms around him from behind. you’re quick to feel his entire body shiver against your own, and if he already wasn’t flustered, you’re sure he is now. maybe you feel a bit bad for doing this to him in broad daylight, but you make a mental note to just apologize a little later. “nirei and suo are waiting for us.”
“what the he— since when do you call me h—” sakura makes an attempt to turn around, though interrupts himself upon processing the smallest of a pout you struggle with suppressing into his back. it’s just a guess, one he’s not certain of at all, but he does know better than to take any risks; clearing his throat, he turns back to the two girls, awkwardly rubbing his burning neck as he explains there’s somewhere you’re supposed to be right now and have to leave.
thus, that’s how you stay there until they’re both out of sight and sakura, still dusted in pink, finally puts his guess out there, “the hell are you being jealous for?”
“the hell are you getting shy around girls for?”
“oh, shut up!”
“and you speak up!”
suo hayato
it’s not like you’re angry or embarrassed or something along those lines, yet your face is damn near burning as you keep it buried into suo’s chest. you’re lying flush against him, legs tangled together, stretched over the sofa. you should feel comfortable. you don’t, and you’re not telling him why.
“i’m sorry, my love,” he apologizes, although he’s quite sure he can’t recall anything particularly wrong throughout the day you spent outside. “so can you please look at me already?”
as if stubborn were your middle name, you shake your head, but mutter anyway, “it’s not your fault.”
“so something is wrong?”
“... i don’t want to talk about it.”
“by chance, are you—”
“suo, no.”
a silence fills the room. only briefly, before suo lets out a light sigh. a hand reaches to gently, barely, caress the back of your head, the touch making your fist subconsciously loosen its grip on his shirt. “you know,” he begins, and your shoulders relax — partly from the soothing tint lacing his voice, partly because there’s no use trying to get around someone so naturally observant. “there’s nothing you have to be jealous of.”
“i know there’s nothing i have to be jealous of,” you retort, nudging his knee with your own. “but that doesn’t mean i have a thing for watching others hit on you like that.”
suo truly tries to hold it back as well as he can, but upon feeling his lips curve against the top of your head, you can easily tell he’s on the verge of laughing. though, it doesn’t make him take your thoughts any less seriously: “is there anything i can do to help you feel better?”
you’re ready to reject the offer — he had been quick to dismiss the previous events after all, clarifying that he already was with someone so he really isn’t at fault — yet you remain quiet, like you’re thinking.
in the end, you opt to wrap your arms around his torso, legs tangling even more chaotically with his. tilting your neck a bit, you allow yourself to rest into the crook of his neck, and the sigh you let out finally makes him laugh. in response, you soon find yourself held impossibly closer as his hands meet at your lower back. there’s a nod, a pair of lips feathering your forehead accompanied by a soft hum, “okay, let’s stay like this then.”
kaji ren
everyone and their mother knows about furin, so it comes rather naturally that they’d know kaji as well. lovely. great. you mean it whenever you think that too! it’s something you often take pride in.
although it can be an issue at times too.
when you exit the school building, you immediately notice the little crowd that’s gathered by the end of its grounds, right next to the gate. albeit somewhat curious on what’s going on, you’re more interested in going home, hence thinking you wouldn’t spare the minor fuss more than a glance or two—until you find out what’s actually going on.
there he stands, just a few meters away from fellow classmates and other students you don’t really know; without a single care for the surroundings, or maybe even awareness, kaji is leaning back against the brick wall, occupied by whatever social media he’s browsing, headphones on. due to his lack of response in curious whispers, gasps of awe and giddy giggles, you quickly assume that the sound of them all is muted behind his music. not that it helps the icky feeling growing inside you.
sure, you like to think you know where the reactions are coming from, and you’re humble enough to not assume each one of them know who you are — although some definitely do — but it’s gnawing on you, that little sense of jealousy you frankly don’t want to admit.
you really do not want to admit it. yet it’s undoubtedly the cause of you just slightly picking up your pace the moment some of the students move to approach him; by the time kaji’s attention is finally torn apart, you’re already ahead of them, safe to say giving him a startle as you soon nearly crash into him.
“i told you, you don’t have to pick me up every time,” you sigh, pulling him closer by the arm you squeeze close to yourself. do you mean it? yes. are you also trying to prove a point? yes? no? maybe so. nonetheless, you repeat the reminder once he tugs the headphones down to his neck, pausing his playlist.
kaji blinks at you a few times and if you didn’t know better, you could almost believe he’s the human embodiment of disinterest. his eyes dart aside though, noting the crowd that’s yet to leave—for better or for worse, you realize the pieces fall into place as soon as he lets out a deep breath.
“whatever,” he mutters and frees his arms from your hold, yet showing no hesitation when he securely grabs your hand in his own. “let’s go, coffee shop’s not waiting for your jealousy.”
⊱ it feels quite humbling when a long-time rival is going easy on you—little do you know it's because they're in love with you ; suo, kaji
⊱ request: "I want to request a scenario where Suo and Kaji (separately) fall in love with someone of a rival gang. So they have to fight each other, but really they are going easy on them"
⊱ w.c: 0.9k (total); 0.4k (average)
⊱ genre: fluff-ish, enemies to lovers but also not?
⊱ warnings: mild depictions of violence
⊱ a/n: not too sure if this is the style you wanted, but i did have lots of fun writing it so thank you for requesting it <3 is it proofread though? not at all
kaji ren
it pisses you off. in fact, you feel humiliated.
it’s anything but the first time you cross paths and exchange fists with kaji—you’re familiar with his moves just fine at this point.
what you’re not familiar with is how beat up he looks under your returning knuckles. sure, it’s not like you’re weak, but neither is he, so there’s something with you having a dramatic upper hand in this that simply doesn’t sit right with you.
is he not taking you seriously? is he having a bad day? has he become weaker? not a chance, so why is he taking more of your hits and landing less of his own? you hate it, you don’t want to win like this, especially not when your group had picked the fight first and especially not in front of them. it looks too easy. it is too easy.
the next time you grab his collar, it feels more like a personal grudge rather than that of a rivaling team. he finds himself pushed backwards, back pressed against the building’s cement wall and god you look so ready to down right strangle him. “i know you’re not a wimp so stop acting like one,” you speak through gritted teeth, “what the fuck is going on?!”
kaji raises his hand and you think he’s finally going to do something—anything—so it surprises you when he merely ruffles his hair in what looks like frustration. it exposes his forehead, dripped in a perfect stripe of red after a fresh wound you’d caused. he groans, although unsure whether it’s at you or himself, “hell if i know.”
“are you messi—”
from his group, your group, you don’t know, but someone bumps into you from behind. they’re gone just as fast, but you wind up inches away from a collision; you gasp in surprise, so does he, and you think you must be tripping because he quickly turns his head to the side, the color of his skin growing closer to that of his bleeding.
“how the hell am i supposed to hit you like this?” you just barely hear him bitterly mutter.
“... what the fuck are you talking about? i’m not even holding you back, your hands are literally open, can you at least try to punch me or something?”
while you continue talking and complaining, kaji is sure he’s going to combust from how painfully clueless you are.
suo hayato
it’s like suo isn’t even trying. he normally plays himself into victory. now he’s just defending himself.
he still wears the same, smug smile as every time you’ve been doomed to meet, but it’s truly like he doesn’t care about winning. as much of a fight you often tend to put up, you’d normally have at least a bruise or two by now, but you’re about as unscratched as he is; it’s getting you nowhere through the moment, and you’re starting to think you’ll end up throwing fists the rest of the night if this keeps up.
just as you attempt the nth punch of the evening, it winds up meaningless upon easily being caught in his hand—this time, you don’t bother retreating. you simply cannot be arsed to even try, frustration so real it makes you feel defeated, knuckles remaining flush against his palm. glaring past them, you’re met by the plum-red eyes crinkled by the corners, a small smile tugging at his lips.
“what are you doing?”
suo hums, although the clueless hint lacing it sounds as fake as it could possibly be, “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“why are you holding back?” you scoff.
“why are you giving up?”
“i’m not giving up—”
not a second later, his hand is latching around your own, you’re quickly pulled forwards, so close, too close, nearly standing chest to chest.
“but you’re not even trying anymore,” suo points out, quietly for only you to hear, but the taunting hint lacing his voice is loud and clear.
“you haven’t been trying at all!”
“and you’re still not winning—isn’t giving you the best image, is it?”
you furrow your eyebrows, questioningly. you’re quick to regret as suo soon leans closer to your ear and frankly, he’s relishing the shiver you can’t hold back. “think about it. your friends can still fight because their strongest member hasn’t been knocked out yet, even though we clearly have the upper hand this time—so what do you think will happen if i suddenly take you down, right here and now?”
suo has a point and yet, behind the smug words, he’s praying you’ll finally give in. taking you down right here and now is the last thing he wants.
from somewhere in the back, you can make out one of your friends asking if you need back-up. before you can bring out any sort of answer, rushed steps are already closing in. in the corner of your eyes, suo is bracing his hand and unlike whatever the hell he’s been doing this entire time, you know perfectly well it’s not a stance he takes for the sake of defense.
he’s definitely holding back on you, and on you alone.
“you’re absolutely twisted, suo,” you mutter between grit teeth before hastily pulling yourself out of his hold. you know it comes as a bit of a surprise to the rest when you turn around and declare retreat for now, but you know it’s for the best at this very moment.
for a brief instance, you turn around to face him again, “you’re eating your words up next time.”
suo, in return, merely waves at you with that one stupid smile, “i’ll look forward to it!”
Life in Storybrooke could never be considered normal by anyone's standards but there was a sense of normality in living the day to day that most enjoyed, and routines were made and kept. Things were going rather well these days at least for the Hood-Mills family. They had been living together in the mansion for the better part of a year. Regina, Robin, Roland and Henry; who split time between his mom's home and his mothers. Both boys were doing well in school, and the couple were happier than ever.
It was late on a Saturday night. The family had just left Granny's diner having spent the evening with the usual suspects having had a full day of hanging out at the park, seeing a film then having dinner. It's no suprise that Roland was running out of gas by the time he was helped into his booster seat in the back of their suv and Henry was about tapped out himself having entertained the hobbit as well as little Neal for some time. Robin and Regina were talking softly as they headed home. The thief turned his head to regard his soulmate with a loving smile and never saw it coming.
An out of control van came down a side street and struck the families suv in the side. The sound of the crash drew people out of their beds and their homes to see the van crumpled up and the suv on it's side. Calls flew into the sheriffs department and the hospital. People ran to both vehicles to check on the people inside. Things did not look good from the driver of the van and significant alarm from the people trying to get to those in the suv. As word traveled quickly many flew out of Granny's diner to the scene of the crash.
"Mom?" Henry groaned in pain. He was laying up against the door with his seat belt still fastened. The pain he felt radiating down his arm from his shoulder brought tears to his eyes. "MOM!" He cried out trying to unbuckle himself as he squinted trying to clear his vision. When he lifted his hand away he saw the blood and stared to panic. He had a deep gash on the side of his head but as he released the belt he saw the rest of his family and was horrified. "Roland? ROLAND!" The little boy he considered like a brother was slumped over like a rag doll falling out of his booster seat and only kept in it by the restraints.
Henry heard others but was panicked. As he moved he was in agony but his little brother was in trouble. "Roland...." He reached out a shaking hand touching the boys face. "Roland wake up please?"
Dark eyes sluggishly opened and fixed upon the teen. "Hen-ry?" Roland moaned.
"Oh thank god! Roland are you hurt? Can you move?" Henry bit back his pain and didn't dare look up front. He couldn't.
Roland began to cry. His breaths hitching. "I can't! I can't feel my leg!" He panicked screaming for his father.
Henry got himself to a kneeling position and talked softly to Roland trying to calm him down and after swiping his brow with his shirt he saw that the door had caved in and was pinning Rolands leg in. He helped support the little hobbit and talked softly to him telling him that everything would be alright. That help was coming. They had to be brave knights for awhile. Roland nodded and clung to Henry's shirt as he cried asking about Regina and his father. The teen finally turned his body to look up front and tears streamed down his face as he turned back and shielded Roland from seeing them. It wasn't good. Henry cried praying that his mom was going to be alright. That Robin was going to be alright. He didn't know what to do if he lost either of them.
Soon the street was filled with emergency medical support, and concerned family that were trying to help. The driver of the van was pronounced dead at the scene. Everyone had to assume that Sleepy suffered a spell and fell asleep at the wheel. He shouldn't have even been driving but no one said a thing because the poor man had paid with his life. A few of the EMT's were busy cutting the doors off the suv to get at those inside while others cleared out the broken glass to try to get to the front passengers through what used to be the windshield.
When the back passenger door came off their was a collective relieved gasp. They heard an EMT talking to someone in the car and everyone held their breath. They watched as most of the tech disappeared into the car and when he moved back he was holding onto a very distraught little boy who looked banged up but thankfully alive. The tech carefully put Roland onto one of the gurney's and someone began to work on the little one giving him something to help with the pain and then got a splint around the damaged leg. A blanket was wrapped around the crying six year old and John rushed right to him to offer comfort and to try and keep him calm.
Henry was the next to be helped out. Emma went to him wanting to hug him but he held out his hand to her. She could see why. His arm was hanging limply at his side and there was a nasty looking bump at his shoulder. The gash on his head was being seen to and he tried to keep up a brave face but he was in a lot of pain and he was terrified not only because of what happened but that he could lose his mom and Robin as well. He couldn't lose any more people that he loves.
Emma did her best to try and comfort her distraught son as the techs treated him. The boys eventually having to be taken away even though they protested leaving their parents behind. John went with Roland in one ambulance while Emma and Snow went with Henry.
It took time to get Regina and Robin out of the mangled vehicle and the people nearby were praying as the pair were carefully moved onto stretchers. Tech's moving furiously to get things under control. They were put into separate ambulances that sped off to the hospital. Calls going in relaying the extent of the trauma that they were seeing. Neither having regained consciousness but both were alive and in bad shape. Those still onsite placed phone calls to others that needed to know what's happened, and those that lived nearby held onto their families extra tight.
