PGR Shitpost Again

*knock knock*

from

" Good afternoon, sir. I will bring your daughter at 8!"

to

" I never said AM or PM "

[1863]

They were standing out in the blood rain for a while…maybe clean up a little

(ft. my patented 1863 KDJ carefully Not losing his cool expression)

keep living

featuring — hanemiya kazutora

genre — fluff

author’s note — yes, i’m totally late for the party and its not even fashionable in any way. but i still want to celebrate it because hanemiya kazutora deserves the world. (@walhalla i’m gonna need a spare brain, mine is still fried)

there are times when you’d notice your boyfriend spacing out. considering how overwhelming his life has been, kazutora cant help but feel lost sometimes, in life and thought. so when he leaves your shared bed in the middle of the night for a long ride, you dont question his action at all. you’d wait for his return, fully aware of his search for a sense of peace you’re unable to provide.

one of the times when his aimless wanders would go further than any others is the night before his birthday. you’ve been together for years, but on every morning of 16th july, you’d find his side of the bed cold, as if he’d never been there at all. he’d then come home with a fake smile plastered on his face, and your heart broke into pieces.

when the next 15th july rolled around, you prepared yourself yet again. except it didnt happen like you’ve expected. that night, kazutora held your hand in his slightly trembling one, eyes dancing with a mixture of emotion, ‘come with me?’. you didnt even bother to change out of your night dress.

and as the memory of the wind howling alongside blinding headlights, roads and sceneries gradually became unfamiliar and fast beating of your boyfriend’s heart underneath your embrace burned to your mind, you felt like you’ve entered a fragment of his world that he had kept hidden away.

'we’re here’, he said as you scanned the unknown land. the 'here’ in front of you presented itself in the form of a vast grassy field on a cliff overlooking the sea. the stars above accompanied your long, silent night of waiting. and if he didnt caress your fingers with his callous ones, you’d thought that he had forgotten that you’re there at all. before long, the world faded away as you drown in the sound of his heartbeat next to your ear.

morning greeted you with feathery kisses by the salty breeze and warmth of your boyfriend’s jacket that had shielded you from the chill of the previous night. 'good morning’, you sat up, expecting nothing in return. only to feel his lips connected to yours in a long, delicate kiss, it left you breathless.

'another year for me to live’, kazutora sighed softly, a familiar emptiness in his eyes. a silent 'another year i dont deserve’ left unuttered. caressing your fingers for a few moments, he continued, 'i’m sorry i made you wait for so long. i-’. you captured his lips in a desperate kiss, wanting him to stop thinking, needed him to.

'i’ll wait for you forever. as long as you need, i’ll be there for you’. your eyes met his in a pool of tears. 'so dont ever apologize!’, your voice broke, and his own tears that he had been holding back spilled down his cheeks in a steady, unstoppable flow.

'is it really okay for me to keep living?’. instantly, he’s in a tight embrace you’ve pulled him into, whispering, 'more than okay’. you kept holding him close as he wailed his heart out until he’s reduced to a delicate, sniffling mess.

on your laps, his eyes were puffy from crying for too long, dried tears on his red cheeks. but there’s a soft smile on his lips as he gazed up at you. 'you can say it now’.

his smile widened to the sound of your sweet laughter that makes his heart flutter every time. leaning down to place a kiss on the tip of his nose, you felt your own heart skipping a beat. 'happy birthday, my love. thank you for being in my life for another year’.

kazutora caressed your chin with his thumb, intertwining your fingers with his in another hand. 'no. thank you for being in my life at all’. connecting your lips with his once again, he’s finally found his peace.

Why is he ginger 😧

I found this blessing picture of lee and I just felt the need to share it. UGH the amount of detail in this... HEART FUCKING EYES MY GUY

𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫!𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫!(𝐲/𝐧)

A/N : AAAAAAAA STREAMER!AYATO HAS BEEN A HUGE BRAINROT FOR ME AND IT SHOWS IN MY 3.4K HCS; MY LONGEST ONE YET 😭 actually will just sob over him in my eu alt bc i have him there and hHHHHHH HES SO <333333

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omg ayato as a streamer??

ayato as a streamer _(:з)∠)_

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PogU—

alright. so.

we all know ayato is a true gentleman, right?

right.

so obviously that means his community’s first impressions of him were good ones !! they all thought of him to be this gentle, kind man who enjoys chatting about anything and everything with an angelic smile and a melodious laugh

i mean, they’re not wrong, per se, but they only touched the surface that is Kamiyato

Kamiyato is live! Would you like some tea?

Keep reading

write write i uh write u ihu

HUh uh let i uh

write childe x reader

wher elike reader is sick ahoo GUESS WHO THIS IS ITS UR FAVEROITE MOOT

Are you... Sick?!

Ft. Childe aka tartaglia.

Cw : idk ooc ehm, stuff sick person do, reader a workaholic mf.

Sumarry : after being used to you taking care of him now its his turn to take care of you.

Reader's pronoun : They/Them

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It was a rainy and gloomy day, as you walked down the stone steps you could feel your head aching and your eyes getting even more blurry than ever. Crap did i caught a flu again?– is what you were saying since earlier, and what is even more worser is– what kind of sick person would walk themself home in the middle of the rain? Well, you of course.

Honestly, you were planning on to wait until the rain end but the aching on your head says otherwise, well you yourself doesn't want to be burden to your Co-worker right? Despite your friend and Co-Worker saying you should go home and take a rest, you insisted on working even later. And here you are, eyes puffy from how your eyes were watering, not from crying but from your flu of course, an aching head screaming for a rest, and also a tired body and mind.

And here you are, arriving on your shared house. As you opened the door, you walked yourself to the bathroom ignoring the splashing droplet of water from your wetted clothes, "I'll just.. clean it later." Said you while taking off your clothes and bathing yourself in a cold water, It would've been better if i bathe myself with a warm water– a word you diddn't even realize slipped off your mouth.

"Where is he.. why isn't he home yet" you said stepping off the stall and walked towards the table where your clothes sat ontop of the table. "Shit my towel, where is it?.. oh no i forgot to bring it here" nobody is home right? He's still not home yet– Opening up the bathroom door you walked yourself to your bedroom where your towel is stored, ugh i diddn't wipe my feet off and the floor is wet–

"(Na..–)" now, whose voice is this. "(Na–.. me!)" sounds like ajax, but from his yesterday letter it said that he will be home 2 more days right. Well.. ajax's–

"(Name)! There you are, Look what I–" not a liar right?.. oh my archon its him.

"Aaa, ajax don't look!" you screamed, your voice coming out raspy from how dry your throat were, "Oh wow, what a view." Ajax crossed his arm and laughed in amusement. Meanwhile you, were crouched down and hid your face in embarassment, "don't look.." there you are, crouching down in embarassment while your boyfriend is there laughing at you, "Cmon stand up don't be shy its not the first time i've seen you like this." He laughed.

"Hold on, let me get your towel." He said before running to your shared bedroom, that was embarassing... you muttered to yourself.

It wasn't that long till your boyfriend arrived with your towel, "here your towel." He said while rubbing your hair to dry it off, sniff.. sniffles you rubbed your nose.

"Are you okay?" Ajax tried to look at your hiding face, "lets.. dry yourself first, i don't want you to catch a cold." Too late im already sick– again you muttered to yourself and walked to the bedroom along with your boyfriend, "Sit here let me get your clothes." He walked to the wardrobe, "I was about to ask something, you're so quiet and.. you look sick" he said turning his head over, "Get out i'll dress myself." Your face were plastered with a visible scowl "but i wanna–.." "get out." "alright." Your boyfriend huffed in defeat and walked himself out of the bedroom.

Sigh.. my headache, its getting worser– You said whilst getting dressed, i should've listened to their protest don't i?– And now after being so stubborn about not wanting to take a rest you could feel how your body is giving up staying awake, you sat on your bed to avoid collapsing onto the floor and... making your boyfriend to worry even more.

Knock knock... "(name) are you finished? Can i come in?" Your boyfriend knocked on the door alerting you, "yea, come in Ajax." You said, when the door opened you could notice that Ajax was holding a tray of soup?..

"What's that ajax?" You peered over him with a curious gaze, "Its a soup i made with all my heart~" Ajax replied his face showing a genuine smile while he walked towards you, "since when did you make it? And how did i not notice." You asked, "Well i was home earlier than you, and since it was raining i was thinking, why not make a soup?" He said sitting beside you, "but then turns out you were sick." Ajax added, "So nice of you Ajax, thank you." You said while your hand reaches for the soup on his hand, but.. before you could even reach it, Ajax (softly) slapped your hand away.

"Nope! Im feeding you." Huh?! Did he just– "I insist, you're always doing this to me when im sick, so why can't i do the same hm?" He said while blowing his little fairy breath on the Spoon full of soup, "whatever ajax..." you opened your mouth, "there, is it good?" He asked and turned his gaze to you, "hm.. its.. Good! Its really good, what soup is this?" You swore your throat and stomach couldn't be much more better after eating the soup your boyfriend make, "This is a soup my mother used to make me when the weather is abit too cold back there in snezhnaya."

"You know this it what i hate when im not around–" there he goes on scolding you again, "you always overworked yourself don't you." You munched on the bits of meat on the soup, " y'know ajax, you overwork yourself when im not around too." Said you, "and how do you know–" "well that eyebags on your eyes explain it all." You pointed your fingers on the dark eyebags that sits under his eye, "Well.. ahem! Lets not talk about that."

"You know teucer was looking forward to meet you, and mother too well.. everyone did!" He said putting your now emptied bowl on the table beside your bed, "they're always like that don't they?" You giggled, "Yea yea.." he said while laying himself beside you, "You know you could get sick too right?" "I don't care, come scoot closer." You obeyed his word and scoots closer to him, "what are you trying to do.." you laid your head on his chest.

He stroked your hair and hummed a indeed familiar melody?.. oh, if you remembered correctly its a melody he hummed to you when you're having a bad day, his voice never fail to soothe your tired mind and with every hum coming out of his mouth, you find your gaze getting hazier and your body slowly realaxing, "sleep well and next time please don't overwork yourself (name).." he slipped a word, "mhm... you too.." you said before your vision completely darkening and your mind drifting to the dreamland.

You swore you could feel his lips on your head and an I love you slipping off his mouth.

Oh how lucky you are, having a boyfriend like him.

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Yoo its finished thanks my beloved drifty moots for this request, and funfact i write this when i was sick lmao. Anw enjoy

Oh you give author comment?? You give author little kudos on their fic?? LOVE FOR READER!! LOVE FOR READER FOR ONE MILLION YEARS!!

Fuck im having a writing block

DESTINY.

~warnings;; manga walhalla arc minor spoilers, canon divergence, death, blood, knife

~genre;; angst, hurt

~wc;; 1544

~characters;; hanemiya kazutora x gn!reader

~listen to;; one step forward, 3 steps back by olivia rodrigo

;;authors note at the end;;

what is he thinking? thats the first thing that goes through hanemiya kazutora's mind the second he steps in juvie. he just killed his best friend's brother. got his other friend in huge trouble. what is even happening to his life right now?

the two years in juvie feel like a lifetime. and the one person who believed in him all this time, was you. you, who was close friends with mikey and baji, you, who would give him the biggest smile. you, who would visit him everyday in juvie, tell him about your day. he noticed how you would never mention toman, scared to hurt him, scared to hurt yourself. he didnt even know why you bothered to even check up on him. each time he saw you, he felt more and more guilty, and he knew that was how you felt as well.

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two years had finally passed, and you had stopped coming a few months ago. you would send letters instead, telling him about how your day was, though he couldnt help but realize how much shorter, how much vaguer they were then when you first started sending him stuff. its only fair to him, he thought.

he'd gone insane. and he knew that. the day he decided to join walhalla, you confronted him infront of his appartment.

"what the hell do you think youre doing? kazutora, youre better than this, i know that. i know you. please, dont do this."

he had only looked at you, eyes devoid of emotion.

"you, you dont know anything. stop pretending to know me. because you dont, ive changed, and you cant even realize. you call that "knowing" someone?"

he was nearly screaming at that point.

"you abandoned me in juvie! you left me to rot there, you sent meaningless letters, you shouldve just said goodbye once and for all. are you sure you even know me? or are you keeping up a facade because you feel pity for me? because if thats the case, i dont fucking need it. get out of here, i dont want to see you again."

and, hes done it. pitter, patter. was that the sound of the rain or the sound of your tears? you didnt know anymore.

those words hurt, not only him, but you. those were the last words he said to you before he walked away, eyes glassy. the next time you met would be the worst day of his life.

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kazutora leaves his appartment that morning instantly dreading the day ahead of him. its not gonna end well, thats all he knows. he keeps up his wall. he acts smug as usual that day though hes anxiously waiting the very moment he sees your face again. that day he screamed at you still haunts him. he can only hope it was enough to drive you away from him.

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toman vs walhalla. the fight starts in an abandoned parking lot. quite ironic that the sign behind them says "safety first", because this fight is going to be anything but safe.

both sides stand on either sides of the dirty lot. they stare eachother down, both desperate to win this fight. oh, and there it is. you stare at kazutora harshly, a slight crease of your eyebrows, and he feels like hes done for right then and there. hes already lost this fight, its already over for him. he feels like crying for a second, his eyes gloss over for a split second before returning to usual. he sets his mind straight, attempting his best to push the image of you out of his head for the sake of this "reputation" hes built up for himself. he could laugh at how pathetic he is in this moment. he steps forward, stopping right in front of draken. forces himself to smile wide.

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the fight is a whirlwind for him. all he registers is hitting mikey in the head, then collapsing himself. oh crap, is what he thinks when he picks up his pole to hit mikey. you would never forgive him for this. but what does he even care about your opinion?

right?

the first thing he sees when he regains partial conscience is baji. baji, talking to chifuyu. and a string snaps in his brain. again? again, has somebody left him? now he only has you, and he's not even sure if you can count as someone that's truly on his side.

selfish selfish selfish selfish is all that that goes through his mind. he has no control over his body, his personality has split, his hands moving on his own. picking up a knife, what am i doing? walking down the mountain of cars. looking at baji makes him irritated. looking at you, you, who was standing right next to baji made him even more insane. why, how could you forgive baji? why did baji deserve forgiveness when he didn't? what did baji have that he lacked?

then again, its not like he's met anyone's expectations before.

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slowly, ever so slowly, stalking down the mountain of broken down engines, he takes up his knife, preparing to end whatever he had caused.

he has no control over his body, flickers between conscious and unconscious, dark and insane, in control of his body and being controlled by something known as insanity.

coming up behind baji, the moment takemichi decides to turn his head, he drives the knife forward.

only it doesn't hit who he thought it was. it doesn't hit baji's flesh, but what it does cut is yours.

the knife digs into your stomach and you spit out blood. your eyes are wide, not knowing why you did that anyway. perhaps it was so that kazutora wouldn't be blamed.

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the last time you talked with kazutora was the day he lashed out on you. you slowly walked back home, feet getting heavier and heavier by the step. the second you get home, you collapse on your bed, screaming into your pillow, blaming yourself for falling for someone so unstable, someone who could never love you back.

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the sound the knife makes as it punctures your back is disgusting. kazutora wants to die the second he realizes what he's done. everybody looks at him in surprise, not anticipating such a turn to the fight. your body crumples right in front of him, and its like a stab in his own heart when he knows that he's the reason that this, whatever this is, has turned into such a result.

his heart sinks right then and there.

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everyone is wide-eyed. even kisaki stares at the situation, nobody dares say anything.

kazutora drops to his knees. letting go of his knife, which rolls down the pile of cars, occasionally screeching a bit, until it hits the bottom. mikey stares at it, before directing his attention back up to kazutora, his eyes full of hatred. he’s about to run up when draken puts a hand on his shoulder.

mikey shoots him a glare, the fuck are you doing? draken only stares forward and mikey decides to comply just this once. takemichi and baji look on at the unfolding situation with disbelief. nobody has fully registered the situation apart from kazutora.

said individual’s mood turns a whole 180. he grabs your body in his hands, and you look upwards giving him a small smile.

“kazutora, you finally look worried yeah?” you manage to spit out, eyes drooping.

“y/n, no stop talking, just- i am so so sorry please, hang on for-”

“kazutora, i’m not going to make this one. this isn’t your fault, it’s fine. promise me to leave me some flowers, the ones we saw at the park together, hm?”

“thanks, kazu.”

the use of his nickname is the last string that snaps. he bursts out in tears, his eyes running, he manages to nod his head.

“ill be waiting, but don’t come too soon you idiot” you grin up at him, giving him the biggest smile you’ve smiled in months.

“i love you”

and it’s the last thing he hears your voice say before your body goes cold and so does his.

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you guys used to walk home together, always passing by this one park. you saw a butterfly once who led you to a small pink flower, one so small but so vibrant. you called it destiny and he said it was “weird”. he wished he spent more time with you, let you know how special you were to him. little did he know that somewhere, you regretted every second you didn’t spend with him as well.

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the next day, kazutora walks alone to that park. no heavy backpack, no you beside him.

he follows another butterfly, one that was yellow. it reminds him of the yellow bracelet you always wore.

he picks a small pink flower, bringing it to your grave. he sits down, holding back his tears, and placing the flower right in the middle of the grave.

he looks up to the sky and says,

“i love you too.”

he leaves a small note on the grave. if somebody were to unfold the paper, it would read “destiny”.

though nobody ever did open the note.

a/n; MAJSHD okay so if you’ve read this far hi hello thank u

GHIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING AN ACTUAL FIC so yeah mhm this might suck HELP

BIG THANKS TO @rim0na BECAUSE SHE LITERALLY HELPED ME CRAFT THE ENTIRE THING SO YEAH THANKS RIM

@maik0u because angst (even if u don’t rly know kazutora) and @kodzukoi because she said she wanted to be tagged 😋😋)

Warnings: Profanity, angst.

“Again, does anybody have a lighter?” Price asked a little louder this time.

Soap gently elbowed Ghost on the side. Ghost only turned to look at him, tilting his head a little to show his annoyance.

They were almost in the middle of nowhere. At least they had electricity and water. What they did not have was a lighter, thus Price’s moaning. He was going to light up a cigar.

Ghost knew why Soap was elbowing him. Soap was referring to that lighter in Ghost’s pocket. The one he held personally for himself and himself only.

So, Ghost ignored the sergeant. Price had arrived in front of them by then.

“Simon, you smoke,” Price brought up.

“I don’t have a lighter,” Ghost said.

“You pray with it every night,” Soap muttered.

Price and Ghost looked at him. Ghost was practically glaring at Soap. Soap looked like he wished he had not said a word.

“Am I missing something?” Price asked.

Ghost said nothing and now Price was also looking at Soap rather intimidatingly.

“I… Ghost has a lighter,” Soap said.

“I don’t,” Ghost insisted.

Price now turned his expecting glare at Ghost. That got Soap a little confident to proceed.

“As I said, he basically prayed with it every night before he sleeps,” Soap continued.

“Just this once, Simon, I will lose my shit if I can’t get this cigar lit up,” Price said.

Ghost did not react at first, but seeing that the two of them were not going to let this go, he shot a final murderous glare at Soap before putting his hand into his pocket. He held the lighter in his palm and pulled it out of his pocket. 

Looking at the captain, Ghost almost did not want to hand out the lighter. However, he ended up opening his palm and revealed the lighter that sat on his palm.

It was as if the whole area turned frozen. Gaz had just walked in and saw the reveal. Even he stopped at his track.

The lighter was yours. It used to be yours. It did belong to you. It did not belong to you anymore. It belonged to Ghost now. You gave it to him before your last mission. The mission that got you killed.

Every thing was fine before that—no, every thing was perfect.

Ghost and you were basically a nightmare couple. A nightmare as in badass motherfuckers who got shit done effectively. Sure, there were flaws such as the constant passive-agressive flirting, recklessness, and tense eye contacts, but, damn… the two of you were great at your job together.

That last mission was indeed going to be your last mission because you decided to not renew your military contract and you both were about to get married. Without telling anyone. However, the others just knew. They always knew that the two of you would end up together one way or another.

Then, shit happened. The worst happened. The irony.

You ended up buried under the ground and became a memory. Ghost ended up here, with these three, more bitter than he ever was.

You always had his heart and it was buried with you. Whatever sentimental left in him, it was out of respect of the memory of you. Of the memory you both were about to make and never did.

Price, Gaz, and Soap never brought you up. Not since the funeral. Price tried and Ghost ended up walking out of the room without saying anything, slamming the door on his way out.

This would be the first time anything about you ever came up ever since that incident. Soap had no idea it was the lighter. Ever. So, his heart did not only stop when he saw it, it would blow up if it could. Gaz used to borrow the lighter to do tricks, so he would recognise it from afar. Price had his cigars lit up by the lighter a few times before.

The four of them were frozen there for quite some time.

“So, we don’t have a lighter,” Price concluded before anyone of them started bursting into either anger or tears.

“Yeah, we don’t,” Soap nodded. “Steamin’ Jesus.”

“You know, there’s a stove in the kitchen. You can light your cigar up with it,” Gaz brought up. “I’m about to cook something, too.”

“Right, right,” Price nodded before walking away.

“I’ll help make sure no one’s burning anything down and get us compromised,” Soap stated before leaving the area.

Ghost stayed where he stood a while after they left. He stared at the lighter for some time, thinking about what you might say if you were still here. None of them would be this messy. The four of them would likely be laughing right now of some stupid joke you made.

Maybe you were still here. He might be the Ghost, but you were the ghost now. Maybe you were laughing at them right now.

“Would’ve been nice if you’re here,” Ghost said under his breath before pocketing the lighter back.