Bro Why Is This So For Real

Bro why is this so for real

Every city is filled with rats. Meow.

I’ve been having a lot of headaches lately but reading your writings makes me so!!!! happy!!!!! can I get Yusuke and Ryuji trying to help a reader who has headaches often? if you only do one character then jsut Yusuke is fine!!! (I’m sorry if you’ve been blowing up with Yusuke requests LOL)

Headaches

A/N: This is so cute! sad to hear about your headaches though :( hopefully this helps make you feel a little better!

Characters: Ryuji Sakamoto & Yusuke Kitagawa

Warnings: Mentions of Headaches, but that's all!

Word count: 480

Ryuji~

he definitely gets his mom to help make something to make you feel better

tea, soup, even just your favourite snack

gives THE BEST hugs in the whole world.

he's just so warm and snuggly. he's like a giant teddy bear

he makes sure that you drink lots of water

runs you a bath as well, with bubble bath, bath bombs, bath salts, everything

At first, Ryuji didn't think he would be good at helping you out. But he was determined to make sure you felt better.

you lied on his bed, a cup of tea on the bedside table beside you. Your face was slightly contorted in pain, a sight that made Ryuji frown. He came to sit beside you, rubbing his hand along your back in slow soothing motions, before leaning down to whisper in you ear.

"I got a bath ready for ya, babe" He said softly, pressing a kiss to your cheek. you smiled, making his eyes light up. you both slowly walked to the bathroom, his arm wrapped around your waist. On the bathroom counter were an assortment of face masks, which you assumed had come from his mom.

he left you to get into the bathtub, preparing a fuzzy blanket and your favourite snacks for you so the two of you could snuggle after your bath.

Yusuke~

prepares you a cup of tea, and pulls out his secret stash of fuzzy blankets

orders some take out for the two of you.

turns off the bright white lights of his dorm, and turns on a softer warmer coloured one so the light doesn't hurt your head

you guys sit in a fuzzy blanket eating takeout together, talking about random stuff

sometimes he reads to you as well, in a soft tone until you drift off to sleep

A soft orange glow filled Yusuke's dorm as the two of you sat together eating Chinese take out. His window's curtains were open, allowing you to look out onto the streets of Shibuya at night. his room smelled nice, like soft lavender, and faintly of vanilla.

in hushed voices the two of you talked, about everything. you had known he was a phantom thief for a while, so sometimes he would tall about his adventures. Sometimes the two of you opted to read instead, like tonight.

The empty containers of Chinese food were scattered across Yusuke's wooden table, the two of you sprawled on his bed, legs tangled together. He lied on his back, you laying on his chest, book lightly resting on your back. he had moved the light closer to the two of you so he could see better.

you could faintly hear the traffic of the city down below, which mixed with Yusuke's voice perfectly, lulling you to sleep.

Yusuke put his book down once he heard your soft snores, rubbing your back as he slowly drifted off as well.

Hihihi

It’s actually confirmed Satoru Gojo is only into females?

He’s canonically straight?

yup; he is straight :D

Love, You Say?

Fyodor X Goddess!Fem!Reader

Warnings: None!

Word Count: 346

You stood in front of Fyodor, your eyes studying. You had never understood love, or the way that it controlled people as it did. The way it could break a person's pride or bend a person's will, or even move people to do unimaginable things. So when the man before you explained to you that he felt this way, that he cared so much he would devote his very life to you, you weren’t sure how to respond. You looked him over again, taking him in. his purple eyes and raven black hair. You had to admit, he was quite good looking. You moved closer to him, placing your smooth hand on his pale face. He stood quite a bit taller than you, so you moved your head up to look into his eyes. He looked down at you, eyes filled with something that softened the hard edge of his eyes. “Fyodor, explain to me. What is it you love about me?” you asked, voice hushed as you spoke to him, hand resting on his cheek. He gulped, his adam's apple bobbing. He looked for a second as if he was lost for words, but the look disappeared quickly as he opened his mouth to speak. “I love you because you are not human. You are something much greater. Something much more beautiful. Something much more perfect.” he said. You looked in his eyes, and whilst his words were full of praise his eyes held an affection for you that was greater than the words he spoke. A small smile broke out on your face, your eyes never looking away from his deep plum toned eyes. There was something slightly different about this man. You had seen first hand all he was willing to do for you. For your cause. You moved your hand down to rest on his forearm. Love, hmm? Perhaps you were willing to let this man love you. Let him risk his pride and life for you, and give you everything he could. That wouldn’t be so bad, right?

For Him

Fyodor X Fem!Reader 

Warnings: Really bad angst, idk I tried

Word count: 843

There was something so electric about his eyes.

Whenever he looked you over you felt like lightning was striking through you to the very core, only to spread through your body and into your fingertips. But of course, there was nothing in his gaze unusual. No Love, no worry, no wanting. Just the same old cold calculating eyes as always. You may have liked to pretend there was something more to them, but you knew there never would be. 

You sat beside him, listening to him speak in his mother tongue, conversing with his white haired partner across from him. You could make out bits and pieces, ever since you and Fyodor started your relationship you had decided to learn. For him. Not that it mattered to him. 

You silently ate your food, the “date” you had set up for the two of you being interrupted by his white haired friend, Nikolai. Fyodor didn’t seem bothered in the slightest, he almost seemed happy with the interruption. You sighed as the two talked, moving the food around your plate with your fork. You couldn’t tell if you and Fyodor were anything. You cared for him so deeply, you tried so hard, hell you even tried to learn his home country's language for him. All for him. It hurt that he didn’t care, not in the slightest. You could feel your cheeks turning red in shame, you knew all along he was only with you because you could help him, because you could be of use to him. But you thought maybe, just maybe, if you tried your hardest, showed him how much you cared that he might start to feel the same. You cursed yourself for being so stupid. 

As you started to feel the tears build up behind your eyes. You excused yourself to go to the washroom, neither of them seeming to notice. It stung more than you thought it would. You rushed to the washroom, slamming the stall door shut, maybe harder than you should have. You brought your legs to your chest, letting the tears fall free, landing on your legs. You should have known he would never care. You were just a tool. Hiccups started to break free, and you tried to quiet down. The last thing you wanted was for someone, him, to hear you. After minutes passed you started to slow your breathing, and started to calm down. You stood up and walked out of the stall, looking at yourself in the mirror. Your face was red, but maybe he wouldn’t notice, the same way he didn’t notice earlier. 

You walked out into the restaurant, searching for your table. You arrived. But they were gone, all traces of their existence at the table as well. The only thing left there was the bill. The lonely piece of paper, the price more expensive than you thought. You held back more tears as you went to pay, and quickly headed back home. You wondered if you would be able to face Fyodor. 

As you walked through the door you prayed he would be gone, out with Nikolai, or busy with work. You quickly and quietly walked into your bedroom, and pried off your jacket, tossing it to the ground. You crawled under the blankets, the tears and hiccups picking up right where they left off, pouring down your cheeks like never before. Your head hurt, but the most notable pain was the one in your chest. Not a pain really, more of an ache. One that throbbed and caused the tears to flow harder and harder, until you thought you would choke. One that felt like shattering glass piercing your very soul. You cried so hard you couldn’t hear the footsteps. 

A hand placed itself on your shoulder, causing you to jump. The blanket was pulled from you, revealing the last face you wanted to see, the one that caused all of the pain you had felt. 

Fyodor lifted you up, placing your head against his chest. You cried harder, hiccups intensifying, and you felt as if you would drown, either in pain or your own tears. 

“Fyodor…?” you called, once you had calmed down enough to speak.

“Yes?” he answered. 

“You don’t really love me, do you?” you asked, pain evident in the pleading look in your eyes, and the crack in your voice. 

“Of course I do, love,” he said, smiling. His smile didn’t reach his eyes, those electric eyes. The ones that always made your knees weak, the ones that made you feel so euphoric. The ones that would never hold any love, only cold emptiness.  But you didn’t care. At least he tried to make it sound like he did love you. Like he desired you. You would let him lie to you. Even if it hurt, even if he didn’t truly mean it, even if he would never understand how much you cared. Because he could use you. And you would do anything for him.