Messy Chaotic Were Terrible For Each Other But Cant Keep Our Hands Off Each Other Prompts

messy chaotic ‘we’re terrible for each other but can’t keep our hands off each other’ prompts

oh hello i am in fact alive

“do you ever actually think before speaking? like is your brain capable of processing a thought??” “yeah, it’s just immune to idiotic ones”

“take that back” “prove me wrong” (or; a cliché ‘make me’)

being in some sort of intense slightly pointless staring match (after an argument, preferably) and just saying “oh fuck it who cares” and pulling their neck down to kiss them

“do you the sex would be boring if we didn’t argue before it every time?” “i mean, we could always argue during”

^or, alt: doing it once when you’re not arguing instead kinda tipsy but not drunk, and it’s all giggles and laughter and sweet nothings and the next morning being like “oh fuck i actually like them”

“why does everything with you have to be so difficult!?” “it’s fun getting you all riled up”

“oh, if i had known that’s all it would take for you to shut up i would’ve done this ages ag-“ “only finish that sentence if you have a death wish”

“you’re doing it wrong” “jesus, would you just relax” “no because i’m wasting my tim- oh, oh my god-” the other character smirking, “don’t look so smug” “i think i’ve earned the right, now just trust me, okay? believe it or not, i want to make you feel good”

“so you’ll finally stop being an asshole and just sign the document?” “keep doing this and i’ll sell you my house”

getting jealous and the other character pretending that it’s unreasonable, but secretly character A is the only one they feel a spark with. the only one they feel excited to be around

“we should probably stop this” “yeah” … “we’re not going to though, right?” “oh absolutely not”

“nope no nada, no using sex to get me to do things you want, it’s not going to work anymore”

“you really are a fucking asshole aren’t you?” “yes, i believe that’s what’s on my resume”

“i hate you” “i know” “and that won’t change” “i know” “and you’re still okay with this?” no “yes”

“imagine a universe where we didn’t hate each other, that would be so-“ “boring?” “yeah! like imagine not bickering over tiny things, that’s no fun”

“she says we bicker like an old married couple”

talking with a friend; “you shouldn’t go there” “i know” “and you shouldn’t sleep with them” “i know” “it’s a bad idea” “i know” “well. will you?” “..yeah”

“i know we’re terrible for each other but every time i look at them it’s just like my brain flies out the window and my hormones take over”

“we’re broken up, it’s just two friends going out for drinks, okay?” ending up in one’s bed, but alright

“did you sleep together?” “noooo, i just-“ “tripped on a stone and accidentally dailed his number which magically led to you two meeting at a pub and you just magically teleported to your bedroom without your clothes on? yeah, thought so”

titan shifters x reader headcanon

request: "Oh yay another amazing blog!Can we get headcanons for Titans shifters and their female s/o being completely unafraid of the fact that her s/o could splat her?And I mean like sit on the Titan form shoulder,swinging her feet,braiding their hair,singing,talking and cheerfully pointing out scenery?If you wanna get nasty we could also have some NSFW?I have read things and I am never going to be able to look at Eren's Titan form the same way!"

warnings: TITAN IDENTITY SPOILERS

eren jaeger

he would either carry you on his palm where he can clearly see you, or you'd sit on his shoulder, grasping his dark mane for support. if so, he'd occasionally pick you up without any warning, making you yelp, just to check on you. he can't physically tell you or ask you anything, so he prefers to see you, just to make sure.

armin arlert

although he loves the idea of having you close when he's given floor to his colossal alter ego, he'd forbid it. he'd never do anything to risk your life even remotely. given the size of his titan, it'd take only a slightest slip for you to fall, and he doesn't want to risk not hearing it or catching you in time. he's simply too big, and you're too small.

reiner braun

he'd gladly take you on walks while in his titan form, but there still would be this lingering fear that he may crush you somehow, given that he's the armored titan, covered with that hard, impenetrable carapace. he'd calm himself down with the fact that even if you'd slip from his shoulder or something, he'd still catch you, because he's fast and got excellent reflexes.

porco galliard

he wouldn't be afraid to be with you while he's in his titan form at all. mainly because he's too cocky to think that he'd make a mistake of letting you go accidentally or something like that, but in general he just doesn't burden himself with such thoughts and gladly spends time with you whenever possible. also, he loves the fact that you're that much smaller than him when he's shifted.

zeke jaeger

zeke would rarely take you on a walk while he's shifted because of his size, but when he does you two mainly speak and joke, and it's just so much funnier when you hear him speak in that deep, unnatural voice of his titan form. also, looking at his monkey-ish face doesn't help, sometimes you'd actually have to think about something other to prevent yourself from laughing. you'd ask him to show his baseball moves, but he'd refuse, not wanting any debris hurting you.

Just sit here with me🦆💕🦆

Mikey x fem reader: Soulmate doodles.

Summary: Y/N, a member of the Toman gang, discovers that her childhood best friend and gang leader, Mikey, is her soulmate when identical ink designs appear on their skin. As they grapple with this realization, they confess their long-hidden feelings for each other.

Y/N sat on the steps of the Musashi Shrine, the regular meeting spot for the Toman gang, absentmindedly doodling on her forearm with a black marker as she waited for the others to arrive. Swirls and stars took shape under her hand - drawing had always helped calm her mind, especially before big meetings like this one.

As the first and only female member of Toman, Y/N often felt she had a lot to prove. She had to be tough as nails and never show weakness. But when she was alone, she allowed herself these small moments of vulnerability, pouring her tangled emotions into the ink on her skin.

Hearing approaching footsteps, Y/N hastily pulled down her jacket sleeve to conceal the doodles. She stood up and turned to greet Mikey, the leader of Toman and her childhood best friend.

"Hey," she called out with a wave.

"Hey yourself," Mikey replied with an easy grin as he bounded up the steps to join her. His long blond hair gleamed in the afternoon sunlight. "Ready for this meeting? I've got big plans to discuss."

"You know I'm always ready, Captain Obvious," Y/N teased, playfully punching his arm.

Mikey chuckled and unexpectedly caught her hand in his. Y/N's breath hitched at the contact, a zing of electricity passing between them. Mikey frowned slightly and pushed up her sleeve, revealing the fresh ink decorating her forearm.

"Since when do you draw on yourself?" he asked curiously, fingers lightly tracing over the designs. Y/N suppressed a shiver at his touch.

"Oh, um, I don't know. Just a dumb habit I picked up recently," she said, trying to sound casual as she tugged her arm back and crossed it behind her.

An unreadable expression flickered across Mikey's face but before he could say anything more, the rumble of motorcycle engines announced the arrival of the rest of Toman. Y/N stepped back, donning her tough gang member persona once more as Mikey turned to greet the others.

Throughout the meeting, Y/N found it hard to focus, her eyes repeatedly drawn to Mikey as he passionately laid out his vision for Toman's future. She had always admired his strength, charisma and devotion to the gang. But recently, she'd started to feel something more, a yearning she didn't quite understand...

Suddenly, Mikey pushed up the sleeves of his hoodie, gesturing animatedly as he spoke. Y/N gasped, catching sight of familiar black doodles peeking out on his forearm - the same swirling patterns she had just drawn on herself earlier.

It couldn't be... Was Mikey her soulmate? The realization hit her like a freight train. According to the stories, whatever designs a person drew on their own skin would appear on their soulmate as well. But Mikey, the boy she'd known since childhood, the leader she'd fought beside for years... How had she never noticed the ink on his arms before?

Mind reeling, Y/N stumbled to her feet, mumbling an excuse about needing some air before racing out of the shrine. She collapsed on a bench in the gardens, breathing heavily as she tried to process the revelation.

Mikey found her there a short while later, brow furrowed in concern. "What's wrong? Why'd you run out like that?"

"I'm fine," Y/N said quickly, trying to gather her scattered thoughts. "It's just... Mikey, have you ever drawn on yourself?"

He looked taken aback by the question. "What? No, I... Wait." His eyes widened with dawning realization. Slowly, he pushed his sleeves up again, staring at the inky doodles in shock. "What the hell? Where did these come from? I didn't..."

"I drew them," Y/N whispered, holding out her own identically marked arm with a shaking hand. "Mikey... I think we might be soulmates."

Mikey gaped at her, eyes flickering between her face and arm in disbelief. "Soulmates? Us? But we've known each other forever... How..."

"I don't know," Y/N replied helplessly. "I had no idea either. Not until I saw your arm just now."

There was a tense, charged silence as they both grappled with this life-altering realization. Then Mikey took a step closer, gently grasping Y/N's marked forearm. His calloused thumb tenderly brushed over her inked skin.

"I've been trying to ignore it," he said quietly, eyes boring into hers with startling intensity. "This thing between us. I thought it was just me, that I was imagining it. I didn't want to ruin our friendship. But this..." He traced the swirling lines reverently. "This means something."

Y/N's heart pounded at his confession, barely daring to believe what she was hearing. "Mikey," she breathed, unconsciously leaning into his touch. "I... I don't want anyone else either. It's always been you. I just didn't realize..."

Overwhelmed with emotion, Mikey suddenly pulled her into his arms, hands fisting in her hair. "Say it again," he demanded lowly. "Tell me you're mine."

Y/N wound her arms around his neck, meeting his burning gaze head on. "I'm yours, Mikey. Your soulmate. Only yours."

With a low groan, Mikey crashed his lips against hers in a searing kiss. Y/N responded with equal fervor, a whimper escaping her as weeks' worth of repressed longing surged to the surface.

They lost themselves in each other, hands roaming, tongues tangling with desperate hunger as the sun slowly sank below the horizon and stars emerged overhead. When they finally broke apart, they were both breathing hard, lips swollen and eyes glazed. Mikey rested his forehead against Y/N's, fingers flexing possessively on her hips.

"I can't believe I never realized," he murmured, nuzzling her cheek adoringly. "All this time, you were right in front of me..."

Y/N smiled, happy tears pricking at her eyes as she cupped his face. "We were both pretty oblivious, huh? Good thing fate decided to knock some sense into us with the whole soulmate thing."

Mikey huffed a laugh, pressing a soft kiss to her palm. "Guess so. Better late than never." His expression sobered and he caught her marked wrist, bringing it to his lips. "I still can't wrap my head around it. That you're my soulmate, my perfect match. But it feels... right. Like a missing piece just clicked into place."

Y/N nodded, heart full to bursting. "I know what you mean. It's overwhelming but in the best way. We fit, Mikey. In every sense of the word."

He smiled, a full, genuine grin that lit up his entire face and made Y/N's breath catch. She didn't think she'd ever get used to having that smile directed at her, knowing she was the reason for it.

Feeling emboldened, Y/N picked up the discarded marker from earlier and uncapped it. Maintaining eye contact, she drew a small heart on the inside of her wrist. A moment later, an identical design bloomed to life on Mikey's skin.

His eyes darkened and in a flash, he had her pinned against a tree, mouth slanting over hers hungrily. Y/N laughed breathlessly into the kiss, delirious with joy and desire. She knew they'd have to head back to the meeting soon, that the real world and all its problems still awaited them.

But for now, wrapped in her soulmate's strong arms as the moonlight caressed their entwined silhouettes, Y/N let herself believe that everything would be okay. That with Mikey by her side, with their bond made tangible through the art on their skin, she could face anything.

"I love you," she whispered against his lips, the words welling up inside her, no longer able to be contained.

Mikey's arms tightened around her and he pulled back just far enough to meet her eyes, his own shining with emotion.

"I love you too," he rasped. "So damn much. I'll always protect you, Y/N. No matter what darkness tries to take hold of me, you'll be my light. My reason to stay on the right path. I swear it."

Tears spilled down Y/N's cheeks at the raw conviction in his voice. She knew the heavy burden he carried, the demons constantly whispering in his ear, tempting him to succumb to his worst impulses. But here and now, making such a heartfelt vow, she could see the real Mikey - the hurt boy who felt things too deeply, who loved with his entire being, who would walk through fire for those precious to him.

"We'll protect each other," she promised fiercely, sealing it with another kiss. "You're not alone anymore, Mikey. You have me, your soulmate. I'll never leave your side. We'll get through anything together."

He captured her lips once more, the slide of their mouths both soothing and inflaming. They kissed languidly beneath the star-strewn sky, enjoying this pocket of time that belonged only to them, where they could just exist without the weight of the world pressing down.

Tomorrow there would be challenges to face, battles to fight, a gang to lead. But they would do it hand in hand, two halves of a whole, yin and yang, push and pull. Soulmates in every sense, their connection now visible for all to see in the inked declarations of love scrolling across their skin.

Whatever the future held, Y/N knew one thing for certain - Mikey was hers and she was his. An eternal truth written in the very fabric of the universe. And together, they would fill the blank pages of their story with vibrant color, the dark and light entwining to create a masterpiece.

One of my old favorite movies.

This is true love. You think this happens every day?

Dating Mikey <3

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