KILL HIM

Damn same

me too Smoliv

hey vinny, dom said you're a simp / windbreaker

— Likes to pretend he's this broody, independent, need-no-woman badass. But if he woke up and your side of the bed is empty, he will get up to search for you around the house. Even outside of the house if needed. Honestly, if you're not in bed because you're cooking, he will abandon his sleeping endeavour altogether to spend time with you.

Will be a little pouty because you could've been in bed cuddling, but instead, here you are. He won't be annoying for long though, not when the smell of your cooking chases away much of his bad moods.

— His eating habit is a little... atrocious, to say it nicely. If his mom doesn't cook, then he will sustain himself with whatever he can find. If you cooked for him and prepared homemade lunches for him, he will love you forever. Honestly, the best way to surprise him is getting groceries and cooking with his mom. It warms his heart to see the most important people in his life getting along.

Hearing you calling his mother as “mom” ... not only it makes his knees weak, his eyes burn, his cheeks warm, it also causes him to be so embarrassed that he doesn't know what to do with himself. Can he really chastise you for doing something he doesn't even have the gall to do? (Admitting that he want to spend the future with you?)

— Not... good with emotions, he cares, you know he cares. But when you are in an emotional turmoil, he freezes. Moatly because he doesn't know what to do, he's a problem solver, when there are troubles, he expects to deal with it. However, he can't fight your demons, not when they exist in your mind.

It's ridiculous because he expects himself to fight his own demons without anyone's help, yet when it comes to your troubles, he wants to do it for you. The best he can do is being there for you when it matters, even if he can't find the right words, him being there at least helps you calm down.

— He's a bit troubled with understanding what you want, in general. Being a relationship is not easy for him, it's a completely new territory. It requires him to be emotionally vulnerable and rely on another when the time comes.

There will be times when Vinny shut down and try to recuperate from events from real life. All you need to do is being there for him and gently coaxing him to let you into his mind. This is necessary because he often gets self-destructive when his mind became clouded. Having you there to ground him would help him immensely.

— Not openly affectionate in normal terms, at least, not in front of others. Will hold your hand if you initiated it, sometimes he'd reach out for your hand on his own terms, too. Stands close to you whenever possible, it's mostly a protective thing. Nobody would mess with you while Vinny is around, at least, no one who knows better.

Will let you kiss him on the cheek if you want, but be warned that he will blush all from the moment you asked him to bend down and at least five minutes afterwards.

— Honestly, Vinny will mesh with your life perfectly once he got comfortable with sharing your living spaces. One day you'd come home to seeing him using your makeup headband because his hair was bothering him. He is a bit resistant to self-care things at first, but if you want to do it, who is he to say no?

He will have this moment of existential crisis after he saw how clean and smooth his skin became, but he improved for the better so he can't even compain much himself. Really, he even wore your cutesy house slipper with the rabbits on them when he can't find his own.

— He can get playful sometimes, even if it's only when you initiate first. At least, he knows to hold himself back whenever the two of you play-fight. However, if you somehow managed to tussle and had him pinning you down, you'd get the chance to witness Vinny devious grin. Even if his bastard days are long over, the reminder of it can send a shiver down your spine.

Until, until, he realizes how promiscuous your positions were. And he comes to notice your expression, the blush on your cheeks, the way your lips slightly parted. Cue Vinny jumped away from you like a spooked cat.

— He likes to walk you home, okay, let him do the gallant thing. You don't go to the same school, which is one of his grievance, but he never minded the walk back and forth even if your house is in the opposite direction of his. Since his bike makes the way back less tedious, he has even more reasons to go see you.

He likes knowing you're safe, and on a perverse note, likes being the reason you're safe. Secretly, he likes it when you greet him with a hug whenever you see him at the school's gate, too. Gives him a little peck before you get inside your home, and if he's feeling bold, he'll keep you there for a deeper kiss before letting you go.

— Don't think because Vinny is bashful sometimes that he's reserved. Not really, he's simply shy in the beginning since he's far rougher than you, he doesn't want to accidentally spook you away. Once he overcame his shyness, expects him to be far more intense whenever he kisses you. If he allowed himself to let go, you'll be left with your lips swollen and eyes glazed.

He knows he's a lot to handle, so he doesn't expect you to take all of him. This is why he always gets pleasantly surprised whenever you readily accepted him after his lips left a trail of evidence on your neck and shoulder.

— He has accepted the fact he is simply not... academically gifted, okay. Being badgered again and again that he has no future damaged what motivation for studying left inside him. Since he had accepted long ago that there'd be nothing awaiting for him, seeing you actively trying to help him stirred a weird feeling inside him.

At first, he got mad because he thought it was pity, but with times he learned that you did all of it because you cared. You had to talk him out of thinking the worst, but once his mind cleared, he acquired a newfound appreciation for your determination and loyalty.

— He really be like, I'm not cute, I don't do cute, then goes around and uses a cutesy phone case because you bought it for him. You changed his wallpaper to a picture of you two together? It's going to stay there forever, he will never change it. The password of his phone? Your birthday. His password in general? Your name and birthday. His lockscreen is basically one of those silly pictures of you which was sent to him earlier.

No, he's not changing it, he likes it as it is. Your name in his contact list might have been left as is, but if you changed it into something adorable? He's not changing it back, you can live with your decision. Will still blush when he sees the copious amount of heart next to his name in your contact, though. Because he can dish it but he can't take it himself.

— Everyone pretty much know he always saves a seat for you in group settings if he arrived first. But honestly, that doesn't happen enough because Vinny always shows up with you. Somehow, the two of you always know why the other is absent. You're pretty much an unit together at this point, he'd not have it otherwise.

Having you around during the competition always makes him extra motivated to do his best, too. Can't really blame him for wanting to show his best side in front of his girlfriend.

— Although it doesn't happen, it's always funny for the group to see the two of you fight. Since he can never stay mad at you for long, it's always you that drag out the cold war period and whatever he does afterwards is mirroring you. So if you're ignoring him, he's ignoring you back but he always looks so miserable. You would, too, but pride, pride.

The funniest would be when you eventually reconcile because neither of you can handle the distancing period well. You can stick to him like glue afterwards and you'd hear no complaint from Vinny because he wants to make up for lost time too.

— Once showed up to a group meeting with others in the Humming Bird while carrying a huge teddy bear that he saved up to buy for you. It's meant to be an anniversary gift and he knew you had been eyeing it since forever. It's big enough that him holding it was an inconvenience, but you holding it simply looks comical.

Everyone else, including Jay, had to suppress themselves from laughing when the bear swallowed you from view. But the smile you made when seeing it really made Vinny's entire month, so definitely worth it.

— Never makes empty threats when chasing away guys who hit on you. He's an intimidating presence to everyone when he wanted to be. However, if anyone even crossed the line to harass you, suddenly his name is Fearless Hong and he's ready to go jail for, not physical assault, but murder.

He'd get extra physically affectionate after these occasions, too. Mostly in how he holds you and keeps you close to him, would have an arm on your shoulder at every chance possible for a while afterwards.

CHAPTER THREE // GOLD RUSH

SYPNOSIS (of chapter). in which you decided to spend your day reuniting with old friends and encounter an old flame.

SYPNOSIS (of series). breaking up with your first love was heartbreaking, but not as heartbreaking as getting invited to his wedding after years of not seeing him. that is, until things seem to be easier when you encounter a certain guest, who could end up being more than just a blooming friend to you.

CHARACTERS. kamisato ayato, (later) diluc ragnvindr

CONTENT. fluff/angst, modern!au, mentions of death (minor), mentions of break-ups, mentions of car accident

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WORD COUNT. 5.1K words

NOTE. please make sure to check the end of the post for extra notes by the time you’re done reading (just to clear certain things up !!)

SPECIAL NOTE. was gone for a few days and came back to life. i will be gone again after posting this probably. have fun with this meal <33333

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You felt sick to your stomach. 

Yesterday, as soon as you and Zhongli returned to the Grand Goth Hotel after buying the wedding gift, you suddenly came across Ei and Yae Miko, who were about to leave the hotel for an unexpected reason.

“...You guys were looking for me?” You asked with furrowed eyebrows. “You guys should’ve texted me instead, I was busy finding a wedding gift.” 

“We wanted to tell you in person rather than messages since it’s important. Besides, we wanted to spend our dinner somewhere outside since the food in this hotel’s not to our taste, or Ei’s specifically.” Yae explains casually, her mouth curving up. “Do you mind if we could talk in the lounge area? We want to talk about something related to tomorrow.” 

Hence how you found out that you’ll be meeting with your old college friends today. 

“Are you still uncomfortable, ( Name )?” Zhongli asks with a concerned look as he watches you staring at your food down in deep thought. 

Right now, the both of you decided to try and eat in Goth Grand Hotel’s finest restaurant area for breakfast. Although you’ve enjoyed the foods the hotel provided, the thoughts of what will transpire in your reunion has never faded away.

“I wouldn’t say I’m uncomfortable,” You spoke up. “Just… nervous, that’s all.” 

Don’t get yourself wrong, you’re truly happy that you’ll get to reunite with your dearest friends after being away from them for so long, but you couldn’t help but feel nervous due to the fact that you haven’t talked to them ever since you went to Liyue after one year of graduating. 

Maybe you should just pretend to be sick and try not to go to this meeting–

“You’ll be okay,” Zhongli assures you, cutting your thoughts off with his calm voice. In all honesty, his smooth voice never fails to soothe you no matter what he’s saying. “I’m sure your friends would be delighted to reunite with you after being away for so long. Besides, you have your boss and your colleague with you, am I correct?”

You nodded slowly, your shoulders slowly relaxed. “Yeah.. you’re right…” 

He then moves one of the meals forward with a cheeky smile. The food contains plenty of seafood. “Now go eat your breakfast before it runs cold, a good meal can heal one’s mood after all.” 

You laughed at his attempts in finding a way to not eat the food – that was offered by some ginger-haired man who was for some reason interested(1) in your friend – and grabbed your eating utensils to take a few bites. 

It’s delicious, you admit. The ginger-haired man made a good choice, but it’s too bad that Zhongli despises seafood. 

“It’s good,” You hummed in a content tone. “You should try it, that strange man just offered you free food, you know?”

He continues to smile. “Have you decided what to wear? Or will you be going shopping?” 

He really just changed the topic, huh. You mused.

“I have decided. What will you be doing while I'm gone, if I may ask?” 

“Perhaps it’s not too bad if I explore around the hotel, and maybe stroll around the city if I have the time to do so.” Zhongli answers, patting his mouth with a napkin gently. “Do you need me to escort you? The restaurant sounds pretty far from what Venti told me.” 

You shook your head with a reassuring smile. “No worries, I have Ei and Yae who rented a car, we’ll be meeting by the lobby later at 11:00.” 

The man frowns. “Do you think they’ll be late?” 

You shook your head once more. “I’m sure they won’t. This is a special occasion, after all.” You said confidently. 

If only you knew how you were wrong.

“...Fools.” You mumbled with an irritated look, looking around the lobby to look for the two women. “Why on earth are they late?” 

Then again, you know they always have tardiness, but did they seriously have to be late and keep a person waiting for them?! 

You huffed before pulling out your phone to contact them. 

As you continue texting them, you suddenly hear someone clearing their throat, causing you to flinch slightly and look up at the person in front of you, only for your eyes to widen at the sight of the stranger. 

The stranger turns out to be Ayato. 

“Hello, ( Name ).” He spoke in a gentle tone. 

And somehow, the tardiness of your two friends suddenly became your least of your worries. 

You shifted uncomfortably, now realizing that there are people eyeing at your direction in curiosity due to the fact that you’re in front of a successor of an infamous company that everyone knows of. “Hel.. Hello, Mr. Kamisato.” 

It was clear that the awkward atmosphere between the two of you is strong, but you knew the very reason why it’s like that in comparison to college. 

It was because of how this is your first time having a proper conversation with Ayato after years of not seeing each other. 

Everything went downhill ever since you broke up with Ayato. 

For the past few weeks, you had never seen your ex at all. When you went to the area that connects all the dormitories where you’d walk to the university with your lover, he was no longer there anymore. Whenever you visit the Student Council, he’s either unavailable or usually takes his leave to buy boba tea. Whenever you tried to come up to him in the cafeteria or some areas around the school, he pretended to not know someone was calling him and continued his day. You hated how he even avoided the places you go to daily, something that you thought was once admirable from your ex, who knows you more than any other person in your life. 

It was obvious he was avoiding you.

And it hurts.

“I don’t know what I did wrong..” You spoke solemnly as your friends tried their best to comfort you in your dorm room. “Was I not that good enough for him? Was it because his parents hate me?” 

“Nonsense, ( Name). You’re being too harsh on yourself!” Yae told you, trying to soothe your fragile state as Ei continues to offer you food. While the two women comforted you, your other friends went out to buy something you didn’t manage to understand due to your breakdown. “That foolish brute had no right to suddenly break things off like that.. I’m sure the both of you can talk it out-”

“How can I…?” You whispered. “How can I talk to him when he’s been avoiding me like I’m some.. Some plague!” 

Ei pats your head, unsure what to do to help you. “Whatever his reason is, it must’ve been a bad one if he’s willing to go all out in avoid–”

The pink-haired woman nudges the blunt woman for her words. “What Ei meant to say is… Whatever his reason is, it’s not worth it. Don’t let him see you being so desperate to come to him, just avoid him too and see if he’ll actually be affected by it.” Yae clarified, shooting the purple-haired woman a warning glance.

“I don’t see how this helps..” Ei mumbled, to which Yae managed to hear but didn't bother retort back.

“If he’s affected by it.. Then he’ll eventually come to you himself.” 

You gulped, looking down with a hesitant look on your face. It wouldn’t… hurt to try, right?

Thanks to your friend’s words, you started avoiding Ayato as well. 

It was already obvious to everyone in the university that something happened between the two of you, I mean, who wouldn’t notice how the so-called high school sweethearts who are joined at the hip are avoiding each other? 

This was a good thing for those who had admired Ayato romantically. Everywhere Ayato went, there’s always one or more people trailing behind trying to make a chat with him in hopes of being close with him, but as always, he made sure to cut the conversation short and run away. 

Of course, you felt jealous, but who are you to be jealous of now that he’s no longer yours?

It wasn’t fact that the university knows about your break-up and the fact that Ayato now has admirers didn’t phase you,

What phased you is the fact that your ex did not look affected by your ignorance at all. 

It only took a couple of months for you to understand why. 

“...What…” You mumbled to yourself, staring down at Ayato – who’s in the area that connects all the dormitories for the first time in months – with a disbelieved look on your face. 

It didn’t matter to you that your ex has finally shown up at the place where the both of you always meet. 

What mattered to you was the fact that he’s with an unfamiliar woman. 

You felt chills run down your spine from how he’s looking at her with a gentle and genuine smile on his face, something that he only showed to you and only you. You despised the fact that envy started to grow in your body. 

You weren’t envious of the woman who managed to win his heart. You weren’t envious of the couple who obviously look happier than you and Ayato. You weren’t envious of how they have each other now. 

You were envious of how Ayato moved on.

He continued to avoid you since then.

“What brings you here in the lobby, if I may ask?” Ayato wondered. “Are you perhaps waiting for someone?” 

You nodded slowly. “Ye… Yeah. I’m waiting for Ei and Yae to come back down from their room to have lunch together outside the hotel.” You explained. You didn’t bother adding the fact that you’re reuniting with old friends, since him tagging along will only make things awkward. “And you?” 

“I’m waiting for a photographer who’ll be taking pictures for the wedding.” He answers. 

The two of you then fell silent afterwards. 

Despite the fact that you “moved on”, you can’t even manage to have a proper conversation with the man who ruined your heart years ago. Just being near him made you feel uneasy, as if something bad will happen.

“...How’s… Miss Chisato?” You questioned. 

“She’s fine. She’s currently shopping for her wedding dress with her bridesmaids and father.” 

Before the conversation started to get longer, you felt someone tapping your shoulder lightly. 

“We’re here~” Yae spoke up, smiling at you as soon as you looked at the person who tapped your shoulder. “We apologize for being late, Ei just couldn’t decide what to buy.” She explains apologetically.

You looked at Ei's direction, who holds a paper bag that contains what you assume is her dessert and sigh. "It's alright, I'm just glad you guys made it already."

The two women suddenly noticed another person’s presence, if you looked closely, you would’ve noticed how their eyes slightly darkened. “Oh, hello Mr. Kamisato.” Ei spoke up in a nonchalant tone. 

Ayato continued to smile, but it no longer reached his eyes like before. “Miss Shogun… Pleasure to see you after all this time. How has your business fared?” 

“It’s as smooth as always,” She answered. “I would like to congratulate you once more for your wedding.” 

He hums, placing his hand on his chest as a sign of gratitude. “You have my thanks, Miss Shogun.” 

While the atmosphere with you and Ayato was tense and awkward, the atmosphere with him and Ei and Yae was always intimidating and far from awkward.

In fear of having the situation go longer than to your liking, you immediately intervened in the “polite” conversation. “We should take our leave before we’re late for our reservation. I heard we won’t be able to apply for another reservation for the next few months due to the overwhelming number of customers if we were to miss it.” 

The purple-haired woman clears her throat, her face brightens up quickly. “Ah, right. We shall take our leave then, Mr. Kamisato. I wouldn’t want to let ( Name ) be hungry.” 

“( Name ) must be proud to have a friend like you then.” The blue-haired man commented with a small laugh. “I shall see you three again next time.” 

You gave him an acknowledged nod before the three of you left towards the exit, your smile immediately drops the moment you’re no longer seen by the groom.  

“You guys should’ve been early.” You grumbled. 

Yae laughs. “Yes, yes, we apologize again for being so late. You can tell us all the details on our way.”

As the three of you entered the car, you couldn’t help but glance at where Ayato walked away with a frown. 

Since when did Ayato stop avoiding you?

It felt like you guys had been driving around for an hour.

“...So how was it?” Yae asks as she focuses on the road while driving. It was the first time one of you spoke up ever since you left the hotel, if it weren’t for the music Ei was handling, the car would’ve fallen to an awkward silence.

You knew what the woman was referring to and answered, “He acted as if he hadn't avoided me.” 

“How pathetic,” Ei mumbled with a tsk. “Not even a single apology?” 

“It’s fine, I didn’t expect him to do it anyway.” You said, leaning against the window. “Besides, he’s the last thing on my mind right now.” 

“Are you still nervous about meeting the others?” Ei asks. 

“Of course. I haven’t seen them for so long.” 

“Cheer up, I’m sure things will go well. They miss you more than you think.” Just as Yae said that, the car suddenly stopped, and you realized that you finally arrived at the restaurant. 

Unlike most restaurants you’ve seen, this one had a more home-y feeling and has the kitchen being in the same room as the customers with the chefs being seen cooking. Not to mention how it’s all decorated nicely and suits the atmosphere outside.

Your eyes then land on a certain group whose table is by the window, and you wipe your sweaty hands on your lap with a gulp. Here goes nothing..

“Welcome to Good Hunter.” The guard stationed in front of the entrance spoke as he opened the doors for you and your friends to enter. You quietly thanked the guard in response, and decided to let Yae and Ei walk in front of you first. 

It didn’t take long before the others noticed your presence, and they instantly stood up from their seats and walked towards you three with excitement. 

“Took you guys long enough to get here!” Yoimiya(2) exclaims, giving a hug to the two women first before hugging you next. “I missed you three so much! I apologize that our conversation was so short yesterday, ( Name ).”

You hugged your friend back. “It’s alright, I’m just happy I got to see you again.” 

Suddenly, you felt huge arms wrapped around you and Yoimiya, causing you to yelp in surprise and look at the person, only for your face to beam at the sight of Itto. “Don’t tell me you forgot about me, ( Name )! Why didn’t you hug me first?” He whines. 

“I hugged them first, big guy!” Yoimiya retorted with her tongue out. 

Before the two of them could banter, they were instantly smacked in the heads by a certain woman. “Cut it off, you two. We just met ( Name ) after so long and this is how you’re acting in front of them?” Kujou Sara scolded. 

You laugh in response. “It’s alright, Sara.” You said reassuringly, your shoulders no longer tensed. What was I even nervous about? You thought as you mentally facepalm yourself.

“If you say so, it’s nice to see you again, by the way.” Sara replied. 

“I agree with Sara, it’s been so long since we’ve seen each other, ( Name ).” Kokomi spoke up with a warm smile as Gorou waves at you. “...And Ei and Yae as well, we’re glad you guys had time to come here.” 

Yae hums, copying Kokomi’s facial expression. “We are happy enough to come here even if we’re busy. I must say, you’ve grown taller than before.” She teases, glancing at the brown-haired man’s direction with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

You notice how Gorou flinches from the tall woman’s stare before avoiding eye contact, causing Yae to giggle. “And it’s nice to see you again, Gorou. You’ve grown more handsome than before. If you still remember what I told you, are you still up for cosplaying as a certain writer for my dearest readers?” 

“Wh-What?! No way!” He stumbled. 

Before Yae could continue to tease him more, you heard a familiar voice calling your name, causing you to look at the person by the table and see Thoma waving at you. 

“Ah ( Name ), come sit here! I saved a seat for you.” Thoma said with a smile as he pulled back the chair that’s beside his. “You should come and order your food as well, I’m sure you must’ve been starving the whole time on your way here.” 

Hearing the word food instantly caught Itto’s attention, and he immediately let go of you and Yoimiya before he rushed back to his seat to grab his menu. “Aw man, I forgot what I was supposed to order!” 

Yoimiya lets go of you as well, following Itto in a panic. “I forgot what I was supposed to order too! Was it the Barbatos Ratatouille or Sweet Madames?” 

Your eyes brighten when you see Thoma, remembering that he’s in the reunion as well.  You followed Itto and Yoimiya in excitement to talk with your friend once more after seeing him yesterday. 

“Thanks for saving me a seat, if it weren’t for you I would’ve been unsure which seat I should sit on.” You spoke as you sat down on your seat next to him. “How have you been? Isn’t it great that you’re back in your hometown?” 

The blonde-haired man nods happily. “Yeah, it’s just the same as I remembered! I visited my mother’s side of the family and they’ve all been well thankfully.” 

His smile is quite infectious, you thought, finding yourself smiling as well. “That’s good.” 

“What about you? How’s Liyue?” He asks. 

“Surprisingly well,” You replied fondly. “I made a few friends here and there, and the prices are certainly not as absurd as our home.” 

“I’m guessing that brown-haired man with you yesterday is a friend from Liyue?” Thoma questions, and you nodded in response.

“Yes, he and I are neighbors. He helped me a lot with Liyue’s culture and traditions whenever we hung out in his home. I’m glad I have him as my plus one.” You explained, wondering to yourself what Zhongli is doing back in the hotel. “He’s quite a gentleman too, just like you.” 

Thoma felt flattered. “Y-You think I’m a gentleman–?”

“Hey ( Name ), what did you order?” Itto interrupts. “If your order sounds tasty I’ll order the same!” 

You chuckled in response, opening the menu as well to check the available meals. “I’m not sure, to be honest. There’s a lot of good food here.” Your eyes scan through the numerous names.

Unnoticed by you, Thoma stayed quiet, still thinking of your compliment.

By the time the server has received your orders, all of you have started talking to one another. Whether it’d be college memories, struggles in certain subjects and topics, and love lives–

Ah, how you despise love lives so much.

The moment someone brought up love life, you could instantly tell what the others are thinking thanks to how they’re glancing at your way with a hint of sympathy in their eyes, especially Itto, who’s easier to read than a children’s book. 

“So, ( Name )...” Yae spoke, trying to think of a way to lighten up the conversation. “That plus one of yours seems very interesting, don’t you think so?” She giggles. 

You rolled your eyes with a smile, knowing where the woman is going with this conversation. “He is, but we’re only just friends.” You explained. “Don’t tell me you’re interested in an older man, are you?” 

She immediately laughs. “Oh my… Don’t make this about me, besides, Mister Zhongli is not my type so you don’t have to worry about me snatching up your man.” 

“He’s not my man nor someone I’m interested in that way.” You clarified, crossing your arms. “Besides, I don’t think I’m interested in anyone.” 

“Ooh what about Mister Tartaglia?” Yoimiya chimes in. “I saw him walking towards your table during breakfast, and you seemed like you like the food he offered for free!” 

Your eyebrows furrowed. “You were there?” 

The girl giggles sheepishly. “Sorry I didn’t come up to you, I didn’t want to ruin your conversation with Mister Zhongli since you looked so serious.”

You nodded in understanding. “I see… But Mister Tartaglia gave the food to my plus one, but Zhongli despises seafood a lot so I decided to eat it to not let free food go to waste.” You clarified. 

“Hm.. Mister Albedo seems interesting, have you met him?” Kokomi chimes as well as Gorou agrees with the pink-haired woman’s words. “He has great talent with his art skills, maybe you should try to talk to him–”

Your eyes widened when you realized what the others were trying to do. “Woah, woah, woah! I didn’t ask for you guys to be my wingman and try to pair me up with some guys I don’t even know much!” 

“( Name )’s right, you guys should let them choose who they want to choose.” Thoma joins in, patting your shoulder in a reassuring gesture that he has your back. 

“You guys should mind your business, ( Name ) can choose whoever they want without our help.” Sara interjected, being on your and Thoma’s side as well. 

Unfortunately, your comment as well as Thoma and Sara’s went to deaf ears.

“Mister Albedo? Pfft, please, ( Name )’s better off with uhm…” Itto stops for a moment to think. “Uhm.. Ooh! Why not be with my bro, Xiao?” 

“Isn’t he younger than ( Name )?” Ei questioned with raised eyebrows. “He’s the same age as Kunikuzushi–”

“Ei, they’re both the same age as our dear ( Name ).” Yae corrected.

“Ah,” Ei clears her throat, looking away from the pink-haired woman. “Then.. How about Mister Diluc? I heard from a friend of mine that he knows ( Name ).” 

Everyone suddenly stops talking the moment the purple-haired woman mentions the fact that he knows you, causing your eyes to widen from the mention of the man who paid for your wedding gift. 

Ah shi–

“When did you meet? How did you two meet? What is he like? Is he nice? Is he mean? Is he handsome?” Yoimiya immediately asks, eyes sparkling as everyone curiously tries to hear your answer as well. You honestly forgot how nosey your friends can be, to which you don't mind since they know when to mind their own business.

“Uhm…” You hesitated for a moment, unsure if you should really tell them such unnecessary information. “Well, I guess he and I met when we bumped into each other in the lobby.”

“Then what happened?” Yoimiya asks eagerly, urging you to continue talking.

“...Nothing?”

“Really?” 

You look away from the girl’s gaze, and she gasps. “You’re lying! Something did happen!” 

“I won’t say it!” You said defensively. 

“From the way you look, it’s obvious that something did happen to make you look so embarrassed.” Yae comments with a giggle.

You felt your cheeks warming from being exposed so easily. That woman really can bring out your embarrassed self with just her teases, you can understand why Gorou’s always avoiding her. 

“Well.. either way… I don’t like him, he’s rude.” That was a lie, and you knew it. However, you knew mentioning the fact that you don’t mind him as well as the wedding gift incident will only give them – especially Yae – more reasons to tease you and not bring the topic down at all. 

“That’s just because he looks like it, if anything, I think he’s quite a gentleman like Mister Zhongli based on my first meeting with him for business reasons.” Ei retorted casually as she took a sip of her drink. “You should give him a chance.”

Before you could respond, the waiter suddenly interrupted the conversation with the meals beside him, causing you to sigh in relief. “Your orders have arrived.” 

Thank you, waiter! You thought gratefully, watching as he hands out all the food to your friends, who are all eager to eat the delicious Mondstadt meals that they ordered, the conversation they just had with you had all been forgotten. 

Unnoticed by you, a certain man whose table is beside yours heard the whole thing with his ears flushed. It was a coincidence that he’s in the same place as you once more, and you and your friends are pretty loud enough for him and nearby customers to hear. 

They’re still mad at me? Diluc thought, bringing out his phone before calling someone with a huff. 

“Kaeya you liar, you told me buying an item for a person will make them forgive me.” 

-

As you enter your hotel room, you immediately yawn in exhaustion. 

Thankfully, your friends decided to talk about something else besides your love life. In all honesty, you really appreciated them for helping you find someone you can date, but you sincerely think you can’t fall in love just as easily as before. Nevertheless, the reunion ended on a good note as a smile never leaves your face. 

“How is it? Did it go well, I hope?” Zhongli asks, looking up to your direction from his book as he lies down on his bed. 

You nodded happily. “Yeah.. I don’t even know why I was nervous in the first place.” You answered with a laugh, remembering how you didn’t feel well thanks to your nervousness. 

He hums. “I’m glad you enjoyed your day, care to tell me all about it over a cup of tea?” He asks, gesturing towards the table nearby that has a teapot and teacups on it. 

“...And facial skin care?” You ask with a cheeky grin, imagining Zhongli wearing a face mask with cucumbers on his eyes as he tries to drink his tea.

Besides chatting over a cup of tea and helping Zhongli out with his inconveniences in the apartment, the both of you had also spent the night having a sleepover during occasions when the electricity would go out of nowhere, leaving you to visit Zhongli to have some company and give him a facial skin care routine that he finds himself enjoying a lot. 

Your friend laughs. “And facial skin care.” 

Your eyes brighten. “Alright, Just give me a moment to change my clothes and get my facial products ready for the both of us.”

He nods in understanding, watching as you grab your clothes from the closet and rush inside the bathroom. It was quite amusing to see you so excited over something such as this, but he didn’t mind. As long as you’re happy, then he’s happy as well. 

As soon as you leave, his smile instantly disappears, remembering a certain incident that occurred while you were out with your friends.

“...Good afternoon, Mister Kamisato.” Zhongli greeted, eyes slightly widening in surprise from the sight of Ayato standing in front of the door of his hotel room with an unexplainable look on his face. He doesn’t recall you telling him that Ayato would be visiting. “May I help you?” 

“...Is ( Name ) here?” Ayato asks, smiling politely. 

The brown-haired man shook his head. “Unfortunately not. They’re outside hanging out with Miss Miko and Miss Shogun.” 

He watched as the blue-haired man’s smile slightly dropped at the moment, before regaining his facade once more. “Oh… I see… I was hoping I was going to talk to them about something..” 

Zhongli guessed it was about the break-up that you told him, your tear-stained face haunting his mind. “You can visit again tomorrow. From what I remember, ( Name ) won’t be having any plans in mind on that day.” 

Ayato nodded slowly. “I understand. Thank you for telling me.” 

The man didn’t move at all, still standing in front of Zhongli in silence for a moment. “If… I may be bold to ask, what's your relationship with ( Name )?” 

Zhongli tilted his head slightly. Where is he going with this? “...( Name ) and I are neighbors. We’ve been friends ever since they traveled to Liyue.”

“I see,” He murmured, his shoulders slowly relaxed. “...I take it that they’re doing well in Liyue?” 

“Why don’t you ask ( Name ) that when you try to talk to them tomorrow?” The brown-haired man retorts with a stiff smile. “I’m sure they’re willing to tell you. That is… If you have good intentions when you come up to them.” 

The blue-haired man is taken back for a moment, before he chuckles in response. “You’re a good friend, Mister Zhongli. Rest assured that I don’t have any ill intentions towards ( Name ).” Ayato spoke. “I shall not waste your time any longer, thank you for answering my questions.” 

“It’s no problem, Mister Kamisato.” The older man nods. “Have a good day.” 

Zhongli lets out a small sigh, hoping that whatever the groom intends to do when he visits your room again will be nothing bad like he claims.

He honestly feels conflicted from how Ayato treated you as if he didn’t break your heart and didn’t even explain himself nor apologize for it. Perhaps it’d be good if apologizing was Ayato’s purpose when visiting your hotel room. 

But who’s to say that would be enough to help you officially move on? 

The man could recall certain moments when you still had a sad look on your face whenever Ayato was mentioned, and he could tell that you aren’t as happy as you are back in Liyue ever since the both of you had arrived at the hotel for the first time. Not to mention how Zhongli noticed you having a hard time sleeping when he woke up in the middle of the night to pour himself some water, so seeing you so happy after meeting with your old friends is a relief.

For now, the best thing Zhongli can do as a friend is to make you happy and not get sad over that jerk who broke your heart.

“That is what friends do, you know.” Guizhong once told him as he watches her placing her bags by the trunk of her car. “We make each other happy and care for one another.”

“She’s right,” Azhdaha chimes, carrying two more bags towards the car. “That’s why we’ll make sure to video chat with you once we arrive at our universities. Don’t worry about us, Morax!” 

The man smiles in sadness from the memory, staring down at the book he’s holding as he fondly remembers how Guizhong used to love reading it. 

“I’ll fulfill your promise, my dear friends,” He whispered, trying to forget the image of their corpses inside their car that was hit by a drunk driver as well as the two funerals he had to attend alone.

“I’ll make sure to be a good friend like how you were both to me.” 

DAN'S NOTES !

(1) "by some ginger-haired man who was for some reason interested(1) in your friend" - the interest tartaglia has for zhongli depends on how you guys see it, just don't let it boil your blood if you see how some people see it as romantic or however else they see it.

(2) "Yoimiya exclaims" - If you guys wondering why on earth Yoimiya's in the reunion meeting despite being younger and being in the same batch as Ayaka's, it's because of certain circumstances that led Yoimiya and the others to become friends during college.

Can I request a 7 minutes in heaven w/ mikey and mitsuya? Btw i really love your writing 🤍🤍 keep it upppp!

heyaa !! thank u so much for loving my work >~< keep safe always and have an amazing day!! <3 fr i had to take multiple breaks in writing this one because of how flustered i got- i was also listening to double take while writing mitsu's part and damn- idk how many times i had to put my phone down for how that made me feel 😭

𝟕 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍

PAIRINGS: Mikey & Mitsuya x gn! reader

GENRE: FLUFF

♡ 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐘 likes to participate in these types of games just so he can poke the fun out of his friends, not thinking that he'd be safe from their own mischief. Especially when Draken and Mitsuya have been setting traps and giving each other glances just for them to telepathically communicate as they grin once you've got a hold of the bottle, their messages being translated to your movements when Draken purposely sped up the round so it can be your turn.

The leader tried to act like he wasn't paying attention to whoever it landed on because he feared that his stubbornness would show but when your hand tilts the bottle and it began to spin while you were also in a fit of nervousness.

You didn't expect that this would be the game they'd play since it was suggested by the others to do charades but it was completely thrown off when Draken came up with the idea.

Your eyes would constantly meet Mikey's but he'd just smile at you whenever you do. Your mind was practically racing even before you had your turn because Yuzuha and the other girls kept asking you what you would do it it landed on him, fully aware of your feelings and how you two were always teased to each other but Mikey just laughs it off without any proper response which didn't help you trying to sort out if it was possible that he'd like you back.

You feel as if time was freezing around you when the bottle kept spinning but as it achingly slows, you and Mikey were at the edge of your seat alike the others who were also rooting for you to end up with him. So when the bottle had one more spin remaining, it felt like there was a one sided silent war between him and Baji who was next to him with the blonde on the right and seeing as the bottle was still pointed to the left with little movements, Baji just sees the disappointment through the blonde's eyes and adjusted in his seat and the bottle lands to the right because of his motion.

Mitsuya holds back a laugh, covering his mouth now that he's noticed what Baji did and the long haired boy just bid him a glare to shut up or they'd be caught by Mikey.

"Y/N and Mikey to the room please!" Draken shouts out of joy and the girls clappped, patting you on the back as your partner stood up while you eyed his reaction but you realized that he was just neutral to the results of the game but deep inside, he felt like he bolted to be up on his feet.

"You're stuck with me huh?" He jokes while you walked to the room. Smiley opened the door, pushing you two to go inside but before he closes it, he spoke. "No funny business but don't enjoy it too much either, shitty love birds!" He slams the door and while you two were inside the cramped room, the rest of the boys cheered.

"Baji, nice one!"

"No shit, Mikey was sweating so I had to help."

Mikey kept his hands in his pockets, leaning on the door and he tilts his head, glancing at your figure who was just standing a few distances from him which was odd of you.

"I might have to thank Baji for letting that bottle turn to me." He comments to catch your attention while you looked at him confused, not knowing that this limited chance to confess to him was actually granted by the first division captain.

"Crap, seriously?" You asked chuckling at how convenient that was and how their childishness never fails to exist no matter the situation. Taking a few notches up to your confidence, you stood beside him just as you realized how small the room was.

"Eh, well, he did help me to be with you." He says with a smile, turning to you slightly while you did the same and leaned your head to the door. "So I'm thinking we should give him a prize about it?" You said, following his natural flow of conversation as he chuckles.

"I know what Baji wants from us so are we gonna give it to him?" He suddenly asked, resting his arm beside him so he comes closer to you which in return caught you off guard but it actually made you laugh at how he did that so naturally and Mikey rolls his eyes knowing you've always been this observant in terms of how he acts to realize that he wasn't always like this even if you found it cute. It definitely erased your tenseness around him when you thought about how comfortable your relationship is when you're with him. This is why you liked him because of how you two acted so real with each other, not minding if you were just laughing at each other's clumsiness and how you two were so fond of one another—there's just no room to be nervous.

"I'm making a move here, don't just laugh at me." He pouts out of disappointment while you shook your head, understanding his perspective before softly placing a peck to his cheek with your hand on his shoulder as Mikey beamed.

"I don't think that's enough for me." He said with a sheepish smile which leads him to gently pull you by the waist as he tilts his head while you did the same, catching his lips with yours and joyful smiles were drawn to the both of you, at the same time your eyes closed. Your hand went from his shoudlers to his neck, closing more of that space.

Mikey then shifts both of your bodies, turning you swiftly and now your back was onto the door with your kiss still in tact just like his hands that were on your hips. Soon, one hand had gone to your chin while his index finger was to your jaw while the heat to your cheek increases with every dainty touch from him, every skin to skin contact was burning your heart at the new found intimacy just as your hands go through his hair, tugging on it making his hold on your waist to tighten while he intends to eliminate more of that lasting distance by what you did.

Just before Mikey could have the chance to do so, Baji rips the door open forgetting that you were fixated on it as you pulled away when the support has been removed from your back while the blonde opens his eyes to be welcomed by you slightly falling because of the sudden opening of the door as the light makes you both squint.

Mikey pulls you by the hand to help you up while Draken and Mitsuya yelled out to congratulate you two and the rest joins in clapping.

In the light you can see the flush to Mikey's cheeks and the mild sweat building up on his forehead alike you whose temperature hasn't ceased now that they caught you in the act.

"Thanks, Baji!" He bids to the other boy then he holds you by the wrist. "Everyone, we'll be leaving!" He suddenly announces as everyones head avert to him which makes him even more obligated to boast about it.

"I'm gonna take Y/N on a date!" He proudly states which causes another havoc to your emotions while he briefly sends a wink to you then he just waves at his friends who were applauding him. He drags you out of the house while you let out a chuckle. "A date huh?"

"I didn't get to confess since we were quite busy so, I might as well toss a date in even if we broke the rule that you shouldn't kiss on your first date."

♡ 𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐘𝐀's eyes seemed to be distracted during the first half of the game night so when Smiley took notice of this, he's nudging his brother and the news has made it's way to Mikey and Draken which lead them to suggest 7 minutes in heaven for the sake of the couples that needed an extra push. So when he's just watching the others walk in and out of the room, Hakkai is whispering to him.

"You should sit beside, Y/N-san." He suggest with a pat to his back but Mitsuya shakes his head. The lilac haired boy kept his chin to his palm while he stares at you from across the room just as the third round rolls in and Draken slides the bottle in front of Mitsuya which catches both of your attention, making eye contact with each other just as he nods timidly and Draken sends a cocky smirk his way.

"It's your turn, Mitsuya."

"My man!" Nahoya says, slinging his arm to him as Emma and Yuzuha mutter to you how this could be the perfect chance for you two to stop beating around the bush. You two didn't need a confession—or at least that's what you think considering the glances you'd give to each other weren't exactly meant to stay just as friends. You were already transparent enough, the others could tell it in every encounter you'd have with him but none of you ever addressed it or has had the confidence to do so when talking with you always makes him lose his train of thought.

With a rotate to the bottle as it spins, everyone's eyes were on it and some would look at you both just to expect that it would land on you. Your hearts were head to head, battling for whose pace was faster than the other, who'd be the first to break on the results that are about to come up.

You weren't nervous to say the least because there have been enough moments where you two would often be left alone and that never seems to bother any of you but the alarming pace of your heart was caused by the rules of the game. If you were given 7 minutes just to be in a small room just talking to each other, you could withstand that but knowing how the game usually goes for others, it became the villain behind your anxiety.

With pursed lips, Mitsuya's fingers were continously tapping on his lap while impatience surrounds him, similar to you. It felt like you were just counting down the seconds before it could stop and it was testing you both just how willing you two were to wait for the damn thing to stop.

As demanded of every single person in the room, it lands and the opening of the bottle was pointed at you and there's a chorus of happy comments for Mitsuya.

"Y/N and Mitsuya, come here!" Mikey beams while you both stood up to go to the room, a bit jittery as the blonde pushes Mitsuya, bumping into you. Mikey reminds you of the rules before he's sarcastically slamming the door closed. The both of you sigh at the same time which made you turn to each other, noticing how nervouse you two were in your own ways. He rubs his nape out of shyness as he watches you look around the room and the two of you share a glance until another coincidence happens.

"Y/N-"

"Mitsu-"

"Can I go first? I don't think we'd be able to talk to each other properly." He asked as you responded by nodding. "I just wanted to ask if you're actually okay with this—we don't have to do anything y'know." He was worried for your sake because you seemed a whole lot more distant than usual like you were choosing to avoid staying by his side.

"I'm fine with this, it's just you and me, nothing new." You answered with soft eyes onto his while you could point out how he gets drawn into them once again so you just stood beside him, leaning on the wall as your head falls to his arm.

You took a deep breath, not really liking how you were wasting time just by trying to avoid confrontation when you were eating your own words—you said it yourself that it was nothing new, the two of you being around each other for the hundredth time, why should you choose this time to not confess? If you felt like he's always reciprocated those feelings, all you had to do was ask and that'd put an end to this status just as friends.

"Mitsuya, can I tell you something?"

"Anything." He answered, focus moving to you but your hands at the bottom were lingering around each other, desperate for a certain connection to spark.

"I just wanted to be sure but..Takashi—I really like you, not just as someone who I trust..well..something more than that. Honestly, I think you know that already but I just wanted you to know." In your mind, your words were scrambled and held not a single sense of how it sounded on his side.

Mitsuya bites the inside of his mouth to hide just how big his smile could've gotten when he heard you. He feels like he could replay your words for as long as he wanted, letting his heart dance around inside him at the immense joy put onto him because of you.

"I have an answer for that but will you allow me?"

Raising your head, confused to what he meant but a second later, Mitsuya tilts his head along with a shaky breath just as he's in front of you, eyes going from your eyes to your lips with that smile of his until his hand slowly creeps onto your cheek with his thumb placed on your bottom lip while your cheeks rose to a summer heat by one swift move of his, feeling like having butterflies flutter inside you was an understatement. His eyes glanced back to yours just for you to the glimmer in it and returns it back to your lips.

"I like you just as much, Y/N." He whispered, taking your heart to a whole other level with it's unstableness as Mitsuya leans in more and that's when it happened—his soft lips onto yours with eyes closed while you instantly smiled, the blissfulness of it getting attached to him, as he does the same, humming into the kiss when your hands rake through his hair to pull him closer than ever as if the distance you took wasn't massive enough.

His hands were indecisive, caught between wanting it to remain on your face and the other to your waist just to hold you to him and let your bodies come in contact with each other. So for now, he places both his hands to either side of your cheek just get a nicer hold to you, keeping that closeness until you both would eventually catch your breath.

Pulling away, he catches how you panted making him chuckle before you're looking at him and slinging your arms around his neck as he didn't hesitate to reconnect your lips just by the way you stared at him so lovingly. This time, his hands were onto your waist, letting his finges rake up and down your shirt, just feeling you until it comes back to him gently gripping your sides, eager yet thriving in the moment. You could feel every part of your body give in to how careful yet soft he was holding you as expected of someone just wanted to prove you his point in the best way possible.

He might have shown it too much to the point time had completely passed and Mikey opens the door, the light covering every corner you two were in as your eyes widen at the sudden flash of light and you were greeted by a smirking blonde.

"So, couple confirmed?" He teased while Takashi intertwined your hands to his, leading you out the room just for you to have an audience of your own, with him earning pats of congrats from his friends. You sat down beside each other as he kisses your hands with the other giving a mix of reactions with how proud they were for you two to finally get together and the other half being completely bitter at their lack of love life.

"Did you get my answer?" Mitsuya joked and now that you two were out in the light, you could tell how a particular hue of pink decorated his cheeks making you chuckle at how he must've been the same as you while you spoke,

"Loud and clear, Takashi."

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⚠︎ REPOST FROM PREVIOUS BLOG ⚠︎

warnings: gore, cod typical violence, foul language, kinda angst-y, could be read as either romantic or platonic, actually scratch that very angsty, death, alot of contemplating death, honestly mostly price centered lolz, its also like basically the convoy chase scene so yeah

notes: ⚠︎ this was a request from my previous account!! so uh 🪷 if u see this then here :3 ⚠︎ tsym for requesting !! this was crazy fun to write and i was really excited to work on it!! i had to fudge around some details for it to make a little more sense logistically speaking -- also sorry for taking a long ass while to get it done, but i hope you like regardless :)

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The horizon of the young night, painted in soft, deep blues, and splattered with stars like the flick of a paint brush, almost completely takes you out of your head. You don't often get the chance to enjoy the beauty around you, and even as you do in this moment, there's shouting and gunfire ringing in the background. Even the heavy pitter patter of rain can't deafen. It was ironic in a way--  you could probably find a cliche metaphor in there somewhere.

The huff of the helicopters rapid blades muffle what you can hear, even with your headset securely cuffed around your ears. The relentless wind beats against your skin, grabbing and pulling at your hair ferociously.

Even after all this time, these missions never fail to get your nerves up.

You feel your heart pound against your chest as Captain Price, in the seat besides the pilot, continues to bark out orders and directions. Pursing your lips, you bring your guns scope back to your eye, grip so tight you might've thought you've left your fingerprints indented into the plastic. You're squatted down on the helicopters floor, leaned against the wall as you use it for cover. Your bullets fly from the open door, aimed for the hostile vehicles set on evading your team.

Sergeant Kyle Garrick, or rather Gaz, mirrors your position on the adjacent side of the door-- Soap and Ghost no doubt holding similar positions behind you.

It's almost looking like this whole thing might go your way.

"Gaz-- [L/N]!" Price calls out over coms. "Anti-Air teams locking onto us-- your side!"

Your aim almost instinctively finds them-- large red lasers all seeming to be pointing directly at you. You squeeze your finger against the trigger, a cold sweat washing over you as you realize your bullets are doing nothing to their body armor. You felt the rhythmic jolt of your gun in your arms-- realizing you were swiftly running out of time, you called by to price, finger never leaving the trigger. "Captain-- They're wearing armor, we can't---!"

"INCOMING!" The frantic shout from Gaz cuts you off, eyes widening as you attempt to shield yourself from the missile blazing towards you. 

Your breath hitches as the heli begins to shake and spin-- you move from the door, pressing your back against the wall, madly grabbing onto whatever you can.

The pilots voice sounds in your ear, her voice strong, yet clearly frenzied. "We're going down, Y'all-- I need to execute an emergency lan-" Another large boom cuts her off, sending the heli plummeting to the ground, violent jerks being an attempt from the pilot to keep you from being obliterated the moment you'd make impact with the ground.

You try to maneuver to a more secure position as the heli grows unstable, but feel as the ground slips from under you, your back crashing again the floor with a heavy thump, head bouncing roughly against it.

Smoke fills the air, and your lungs, as alarms blare from the helis systems. There's a frantic cacophony of shouts as you fumble for anything to hold onto, nails screeching against metal as you claw to keep yourself alive. You feel your body lose to gravity as you begin to slip out, your gun now long gone.

your body dangles outside the heli, as chaos ensues. Your breath is rapid as you're just almost able to lift yourself back into 'safety.' but the rain has made everything slick and unstable. Your grip, your clothes, the metal.

Another hit to the tail end sends the helicopter to the point of no return. Plummeting downwards at seemingly impossible speeds-- in just a few seconds the chopper dove nose first into the ground, the screeching of metal aching on before coming to a silent hault.

The wreckage is still-- silent for a moment.

A sore groan stumbles from Prices throat as he forces his eyes open, a dull pain spreading through his body. On instinct, his hand goes to reach for the pilot, still sitting besides him. He stops as his eyes reach her-- her eyes wide open, empty, a strange glassy eyed stare bore into him. Broken glass litters her deep completion, the hair that had escaped her once neat bun lay stuck to her forehead as sweat and blood coats her flesh.

His chest tightness as he looks past her, into the cabin. After a moment of deadly silence, as if he were scared to ask, he finds his voice. "Are you-" a cough cuts him off, he almost instinctively turns away as he continues to hack through his sentence. "Are you alright!?"

He's partially relieved when a slew of groans answers him. Turning back, ignoring the stare of the pilot, he tries for an exit from the windshield, having been shattered upon impact. As he climbs from the cockpit, he hopes his voice is still loud enough for his team to hear. "Gaz?"

His head snaps as a figure emerges from the wreckage, pushing heavy scraps of metal from its way, and stumbling out from what remained of cabins open door. "'m alright..." He groans out in a hushed whisper, blood coating his forehead. It seems Gaz is still trying to process what's happened.

"Soap?"

As if on cue, Soap follows in Gaz's steps, footing unstable as he attempts to climb out. A string of barely legible curses are spat from his mouth before finally answering with an "I'm fine." The mostly agitated sort of growl sounded like it'd hurt his throat.

Soap extends a hand into the wreckage, a skeleton clad glove reaching for it, gripping it with a grunt as Soap pulls him up.

"Ghost, you alright mate?"

"Not dead yet." Is all he responds, stumbling from the rubble. 

"[L/N]?"

Again, everything's still.

Rain pounds against his head, soaking his hair. He must've lost his hat somewhere in the wreckage.

"[L/N]!" He calls again, straining to listen for your reply. He hisses out a curse as he moves to the demolished, Ghosts voice stopping him mere seconds later.

"Price." He says it like a whisper, not even turning to look at his Captain. Its like he's frozen in panic.

Price turns, his gaze following ghosts a few feet from the crash. barely visible through the rain is a still body.

Your body.

Price doesn't register the fact that he's moving, his feet almost slipping against the mud, till he practically falls to his knees, the momentum of his movement pushing him into your body when he comes in close. His hands hover over your form, fearful his touch might shatter you.

You're on your side, limp as Price continues to mindlessly call your name, as if pleading with you to just hop up, pretending like the crash was just a scrape to your knee. "No, no, nonono- [Y/N]-!"

He rolls you onto your back eyes shooting to a large shard-like piece of metal stabbed into your side. Smaller pieces of shrapnel have torn into your clothes and buried themselves under your skin. His hope begins to falter just before you force out a breath, face twitching on discomfort as you shakily come to. You force your eyes open, meeting the fear-stricken frown of your captain.

Price lets out a breath of relief, putting on a smile to mask his panic. It doesn't work well.

You know something's wrong.

Scoffing at his almost fatherly attempt at comfort, you crack a smile, speaking through a sickly, dry throat. "Now be for real with me, old man; just how bad is it?" He's looking at you like you're a dog about to be put down.

He doesn't answer you.

Heavy boots bound towards you, snapping Price from his poorly concealed panic. His head snapps towards the rest of the team-- but he doesn't have to say a word. They're already doing what they have to.

You hear a certain sort of zip of fabric before you feel Ghosts unmistakeable warm hands pressed against you. You're covered in rain, dirt, and your own blood.

Price is still knelt by your head, trying to keep your attention on him-- trying to keep you talking, to keep you conscious. So it's that bad, huh?

"Kid, can you feel anything?"

You ponder the question, a strange happenstance that you don't know quite how to answer that question. "I feel..." You notice the gush of warmth flow out of your body, and a pulsing dullness. Nothing else. As you breath in to answer, you feel more blood gush from you. "Warm. It's kinda gross, actually." You went to laugh, but your chuckle is caught in your throat. You feel a strange sort of painful stabbing sensation in your legs-- like pins and needles amped up to a hundred. You don't say anything, just silently wince.

Price wordless stands, shouting into his walkie-talkie, as you look to Ghost. You don't dare look at the damage you've been dealt, just barely catching a glimpse of his scarf pressed against your skin, your red staining the once tan fabric.

You snap your eyes up, attempting to focus on the breath you're swiftly loosing. Your breathing grows shallow, despite your efforts to swallow back more air-- it's as if your lungs are simply refusing to work. Your chest aches as you fight for deeper breaths, as if your a fish fighting to survive above the water-- breathing a painful chore.

You try to move, to put a hand around your throat to sooth yourself, but your limbs all feel numb-- heavy, yet jelly-like all the same. It's as if some invisible force is holding you down.

your hearing begins to distort-- almost sounding like your head was plunged underwater, all voices and sounds fading beyond much of your understanding. You recognize Prices voice, shouting into his coms. His words echo three or four times, yet to you it's devoid of any substance or meaning.

Your vision blurs-- maybe it's the rain getting in your eyes, or maybe you're really just dying. You scowl at the cliche you're living through. At the very least, you now know all those books and movies held some truth to them.

he pain worsens as you try to speak to Ghost. "I swear to God, L.T, if I start rambling about seeing a bright light, just shoot me." Ghost doesn't find your attempt at humor very funny.

You're vision begins to go black, fading from the sides until only a fuzzy circle of your vision was left. For a moment you're struggling to figure out whether or not your eyes are closed.

Price continues to shout about medical evac, Gaz is at Ghosts sides, applying pressure to the multiple puncture wounds littering your abdomen as they try to work out a plan to move you to evac without potentially further harming you. Soap is at your side, his gloved hand protectively grabbing onto yours. You think he's talking to you, and you think you're answering, maybe offering him a joke or two to comfort his panic, but you can't be sure. This goes on for awhile, like you were stuck living the same minuet over and over again.

A ringing slowly floods your ears, and all at once your pain is eased. In the midst of such chaos around you, you find a quiet. A stillness. A sort of comforting peace washing over you.

The warmth of your blood is strangely curing. It reminds you of various memories from deep within your childhood-- lost instances of a tender embrace, being lulled to sleep in the arms of a loved one, dark and silent.

Death was an inevitable thought in your line of work. Honestly, the thought was probably the most consistent thing you had in your life. It was always pretty scary-- you didn't know when you'd die, how, what would come after-- frankly it scared you. But now, in the ease, there was a mysterious certainty in the cradle of death, you found yourself accepting the idea as if it were a gift you'd been waiting for.

"[Y/N]?" You've stopped answering Soap. Your instinct is to fight heft in your eyelids, but you're just so tired. As you begin to surrender to the peace, Soaps thick accent cuts through it. "No-- stay with me, [Y/N]!" He shifts his position, laying your head on his lap as his hands rest on your face, shaking your head to keep you awake.

His shout of protest gets Prices attention. Price approaches yet again and takes Soaps former place. He places a hand on your chest and shoulder, shaking you lightly. As he begins to speak, you roll your head towards him, barely making him out through the fuzz. "C'mon, stay with me, son." He sees that sort glassy glint in your eyes. "Don't close your eyes-- close your eyes and you're a goner. Jesus fuck--! Don't you fucking die on me-- that's an order!" His voice shakes despite himself.

You aren't afraid of death. You always thought you'd die slow and painful, but this was....Nice. There's no pain, no fear, nothing but numb. You struggle for a reason to not simply give into yourself-- maybe this was just your time. You're tired-- you're young, but so fucking tired. Why not let go? What are you holding on for?

Your head rolls to the other side. Ghost and Gaz's hands are coated in your blood, their clothes possibly forever stained with the memory of your life fleeting from under their palms. You can feel the warmth of Soaps lap from under your head, one hand lightly slapping your face, and the other combing back your hair with tender care. Weather its to sooth you, himself as a nervous tick, or to just keep your mud soaked hair from your face, it's still appreciated. Price has screamed his throat raw. You never thought you'd see the man falter, but you could feel his once strong hands seem to crumble again you as they gripped almost pathetically at your vest and shirt.

Suddenly you had your answer.

You draw a shallow breath.

"Wouldn't dream of it, Cap."

I just wanna... kiss him HAVDHHSBANANZM

Hey ho! Im back, anw can i request maybe an hc where akito have a really affectionate s/o who like to shower him with compliment or maybe an PDA (if he's comfy with it ofc) tyy!:DDD

lets do this ᕙ(＠°▽°＠)ᕗ wahh sorry if its a little short (｡•́︿•̀｡)

Affectionate s/o

Akito Shinonome

I kid you not. This guy can't process the amount of compliments you give him fast enough.

He would compliment you back but you some how always one-up him

s/o: Your eyes are so pretty

Akito: And so are yours

s/o: No you don't get it. Your eyes are such a pretty olive colour that the in the sun it looks like jewels, its so pretty that i could probably stare at them for the rest of my life.

Akito: shocked and blushing

Sometimes he would catch you staring at him with this warm affectionate gaze that gets his heart racing because no one really looks at him that way. gives him the butterflies.

Bro can't handle it ( ꈍᴗꈍ)

It gets even worse when you PDA (vv cute but singlelivesmatter ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ)

He would never initiate PDA but would gladly accept it if you do.

When you intertwine your fingers with his when you go outside, he literally can't help but blush and be completely aware of how you hold his hand and pull him along when you see something interesting.

If you give him a peck on the cheek he just stops functioning altogether. He's absolutely whipped for you.

s/o: gives him a peck

Akito: Wha-

s/o: Sometimes i look at you and feel like im falling for you all over again

Akito: - (this guy is on the floor dead)

A STRENGTH OF A THOUSAND.

— manjiro sano x reader

— themes. angst, implied character death

— tw. su*cide

— inspired by that one heartbreaking scene from a silent voice movie.

in hindsight, you should have seen this coming. warning bells blaring in your ears, but for some reason, you weren't able to hear it. only now have you trully seen the dead, cold look in his eyes that continuously begs for some sort of relief, and his chapped lips that bleeds everytime he gnaws at it to keep his expression as neutral as possible; to keep everything bottled up because he believes he does not deserve to be relieved of the crushing weight that burdened his shoulders.

you should have seen this coming—his endpoint. the day he finally snaps and he's ready to admit just how tired he was of living. his face, void of any emotions just like the dead look in his eyes, but the shakiness of his hands betrayed his thoughts.

and then you realized mikey didn't want to die, he just thinks he has to for the sake of the future takemitchi wants. a future where everyone is alive and happy. you—where were you when all of this happening to him? sleeping soundly while his monstrous thoughts ate his mind up and kept him awake at night? laughing together with your friends while he stays in this rundown building, utterly alone with no one but himself to comfort.

where were you when mikey needed the help the most?

"mikey, come down from there—" you can hear your voice tremble as you took a careful step forward. mikey's back faced you, the bonten insignia on his neck glaring harshly down on you; like it was mocking you for being so ignorant of your friend. mikey stays incredibly still, balancing on the rooftop railing with his arms limped on his sides.

only now have you noticed how incredibly thin he was, as if his arms were going to snap at any given pressure. "come down, please?"

mikey ignores your pleas like you weren't there at all. he looks up to see the full moon that shined above his lonesome figure, and he realized how peaceful the night can be if he looked at it more closely. he can hear someone shout from the bottom, though he assumes it were probably his subordinates who are currently watching his every move right now.

mikey smiles so painfully fake and he turns around to face you. your breath hitches, caught in your throat as his feet edged closer to nothingness. "i'm happy," he says. there were no tears, but his vacant eyes cried for solace. your lips quivered when you took another step near, only to stop when he takes one back. you blinked away the tears that were starting to form itself at the corner of your eyes, and you could feel them run down your cheeks. "i'm happy that i get to see you one last time."

your eyes widened when mikey lifts both of his arms up, one foot into the air to move forward. "mikey—"

"i'm really happy."

you don't know what happened after he had said that. everything became a blur, and all you know was the feeling of pure adrenaline rushing through your veins, the way your heart raced as if you had just ran a hundred miles.

you blinked and you were suddenly leaning against the railing where mikey once stood, hands stretched downward and you could finally feel the abnormally light weight of mikey's body dragging you down. you looked down and you see him, except his eyes were no longer void of anything—the blackness of his irises were scared, for you or for him, you weren't sure. the blackness of his irises shook, and he shouts in the highest volume that you didn't know he was capable of.

"what the hell are you doing?!"

your arms were beginning to ache, granted you have never once worked out to keep your body in shape. you weren't as strong as draken, nor mikey himself. if anything, you were probably even weaker than takemitchi who atleast have the power of a thousand in his heart.

but you pushed yourself on the balls of your feets anyway, one hand gripping on the railing for support while you tried your best to pull him up. "just let me go," you heard him sniffle, and there were tears now flowing from his eyes. mikey stares at you and you could only stare back.

you could feel your feet being lifted off of the ground the longer you hold him, and it is then you realized you don't have much time. the one hand that supported your weight on the railing lets go to clasp them around mikey's wrist, and you gave him a smile despite the tears and snot that messily decorates your face.

"you really think i can do that?" you choked out. "just grab on to the railing, mikey—"

there was nothing holding you back from falling down yourself but fright was not the emotion that cursed through you when you felt the way your feet had lifted off of the ground completely. all you felt was the fear of not being able to save mikey, fear for the future where he won't be alive to see another day; the future where he's only a passing memory.

you didn't want that.

mikey's free hand quietly reached up to the railing. something about your stubbornness, how you're risking your life to save him right now, is reawakening his desire to continue on living—with you, with everyone. the way your hands tightly held his without any intention of letting him go stirred something within him, and he finds himself trying to escape the death he have craved for so long.

you pulled mikey up with every once of strength you've got and he finds himself doing the same. his feet barely grazing the solid cement of the rooftop, but when he turns to the side to look at you with his tear-filled eyes, you weren't there to greet him anymore.

you could feel the air enter your lungs and danced inbetween your hair. suspended as gravity rapidly tried to pull you back down to the ground. you stared as mikey's figure becomes smaller and smaller, and you suddenly remembered how you were supposed to be scared of heights.

however, as you continued to fall to your doom, the fear you once felt were all washed out of your system, because as you stared at mikey's tiny silhouette, all you felt was relief.

that he's alive.

and that's all you cared about even when your back harshly meets the earth, and your eyes does not open to see him one more time.

In Black And White

Contract marriage au ft. Childe

[1] - vassal and friend

[2] - a failed gamble

[3] - duty means sacrifice

[4] - new chapter, old friend

[5] - just sign here

[6] - TBD

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dating headcannons | mitsuya

warnings: hella fluff, cussing, kissing, one manga spoiler, mention of marriage and promise rings.

anon said: “hi hi! i love the way u write tokyorev chars 😭 exactly how i imagine them!! can i request dating mitsuya headcanons 😮‍💨 i love him”

— he absolutely loves to stare at you; he just finds you so fucking attractive.

— huge simp, will always tell you when he thinks you look nice, which is literally all the time.

— “babe, you look good today.” with a lil’ soft smile on his face.

— has massive urges to kiss you damn near every second of every day, has to restrain himself from kissing you in front of other people because he is afraid he’ll make you uncomfortable.

— he always waits for you to get out of class so he can give you a ride home.

— every time you walk out of your last class of the day, there he is. his head leaning against the doorframe as he smiles gently, his eyes racking up and down your body to get his daily dose of you.

— he is genuinely in love. the softest kind of love known to man, too.

— please hurry up though, he isn’t sure how much longer he can hold back to urge to kiss you.

— will grab you by the wrist and drag you to his bike, the second you guys get off at your destination, he will hop off and plant a kiss on your lips.

— a kiss from you will make his day.

— sometimes he can’t help himself, he is rather clingy.

— he tries to come off as cool and nonchalant, but he might subconsciously wrap his arms around your waist when in the middle of a conversation.

— next thing he knows, his chin is hooked over your shoulder and his face nuzzled in your neck.

— would apologize afterwards, praying you say it’s okay so that he won’t have to feel guilty for doing it again. and yes, he will do it again.

— he is so used to taking care of others that sometimes he wishes there was someone to take care of him.

— he won’t ask for much, but the two of you develop a weekly tradition in which you sit down on the couch and lean back so that he can lay in your arms and place his head on your chest. he likes it when you give him gentle praise, he needs to hear that he is doing good.

— the first time you told him so while he laid in your arms, he got really quiet and then teared up a bit. you laughed at him and wiped his tears and he was just so in love, clutching your hand to his cheek and rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand. he would smile to play it off, but he definitely needs this.

— don’t keep him waiting. he isn’t the type to complain but it does bother him when he can’t get to you whenever he wants.

— you likely have a pair of matching earrings, whether they are clip-on or actually piercings.

— he is super into matching accessories and couple outfits.

— please don’t say no to him on this, he really wants to wear a couple’s outfit with you.

— may or may not bribe you with food.

— you know he can cook now 👀 he will use that to his advantage.

— be prepared to be teased by his little sisters. they may laugh and joke about you and mitsuya, but they genuinely like you and think you’re good for their big bro.

— don’t let them catch you treating him badly though, they probably inherited dem hands too 👊💥

— mitsuya likes music, he probably has a custom mixtape that the two of you listen to whenever you’re together

— might eventually give you a promise ring if he can afford, definitely wants to marry you

— doesn’t care if you can’t cook or clean, he already promised to do it all, but he would appreciate if you helped every now and then

— tries to keep you away from the gang for your own safety but fails because mikey is a nosey son of a bitch.

— if mitsuya likes you, the rest of toman will too.

— you and hakkai probably besties low-key.

— you and hakkai probably gush about mitsuya behind his back ...right in front of his face. he just sits there like, “😐, can I get my significant other back? you’re wasting our time together.”

— probably prevents hakkai from coming over whenever you’re around solely to keep him from stealing you away tbh.

— sometimes mitsuya listens to you talk about your future together and he just sits there and smiles in awe, stars in his eyes when he thinks about how in love he is with you

— so in love that he embarrasses himself. sometimes he thinks about his feelings for you and just cringes, like “damn, I’m down HORRENDOUS.”

— will fight for you, don’t even have to ask.

— when you two go shopping, he may purposefully tell you that he thinks something that looks decent on you looks bad solely to get you to wear something he likes more instead.

— he’s a softie though, eventually breaks and tells you that he lied and that you look great in everything.

— better yet, he probably wouldn’t even let you buy anything. he might take a liking to making clothing for you.

— he’d be so fucking smug if he saw you wearing one of his designs.

— ⚠️manga spoiler⚠️ and when he becomes a designer, best believe you will be his one and only muse and his most favoured model.

— when y’all get married and yes, WHEN because it will happen. mitsuya will design your wedding outfit, don’t try to talk him out of it.