141 x male!reader
⚠︎ 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 :)
(and yeah 🪷 is fine lol)
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."
Shut up
Ft. Childe & Scaramouche
Cw: mm yes kissing, probs ooc, the reader can be seen as a harbinger, childe and scara real name. Short on scara part
Reader pronoun: Not mentioned
Summary: Your partner have been talking about a certain topic for what seems like hours, and you couldn't get yourself to finish your work. So what will you do to shut them up?
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Ajax aka Childe
How long has it been? Since this certain ginger haired guy or you could say your own boyfriend rambles about how his days in liyue went, you would love to hear him rambles about his liyue days but.... the problem is you couldn't get yourself to finish your work. Especially your report card.
And the way he keeps repeating the name Zhongli for some reason. "And then i met this guy named zhongli-" "he never brings his wallet nor checks the price tags when i was buying him stuff!" "And then Turns out he's the rex lapis himself?!".
You kinda wanna laugh at his statement until you looked at your report card with a written Zhongli in the end of a sentence, it seems that you accidentally written his name eh?
sighing up, you tried to cover the mistake you did only for the ink to end up smudged.
From afar, you could see your boyfriend figure who is still rambling about how his days went in liyue while leaning his back on the wooden door frame. You were thinking about a way to get this ginger headed boy to shut up so you could do your work peacefully, until a certain idea flew over your head.
"Hey ajax" you called him, no response. "Hey!" This time a bit louder, still no response. "CHILDE HELLO??" you finally yelled. And he snapped out of his thought "AH.. uhm sorry, what is it?" He turned his gaze at you, he could see that your expression were somehow pissed.
"could you come here for a second? I need your help with something" you said organizing the stack of paperwork.
"What do you need my help with hm?" He smirked while walking toward your working desk.
"This" you stated showing him some paper with a rather small writing, "and bend down you can't see it"
"Whose papers is this? The handwriting is rather small reminds me of— Oomph!" Just before he could finish his own sentence you pulled his shirt collar for a rather harsh and deep kiss. Too bad, It lasted only for a few moment before you pulled away gasping for air.
"And that will shut you up." Returning your gaze to the report card and paperwork again. leaving your boyfriend standing there looking at you. dumbfounded.
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Kunikuzushi aka Scaramouche
Scaramouche or kunikuzushi himself is rather hard to fluster, but.. today is a bit different he seems rather pissed. Just without asking you could already know what he's up to.
From your desk you could already see his sour expression, how he's grumbling about how his subordinate was being annoying or uncooperative, And then to how his days went.
You, yourself was stuck in an endless paperwork and a report card to fill.
You would've want to shut him up but... its scaramouche, you know how it'll end up right? So you tries to think if there's any way to shut this gremlin mouth up.
"And then this one agent tries to issue his own order, such a nuisance"...."and tartaglia, that ginger. He keeps annoying me about my big hat!" and so on and so on.
Giving up on your paperwork, you stand up and walked toward the sofa your boyfriend was sitting in.
"What?" He said, "nothing.. im just, tired. Need a rest right now" before sitting down on the sofa.
"Wanna know an efficient way to shut someone up?"..."what?" He turned his gaze at you
"You do this" you abruptly grabbed (softly) him by the chin and pulled him for a kiss. Too bad due to your tired body and mind you can only give him a soft tender kiss. It lasted for a few second before you pull your face away from him.
"Now if you'll excuse me, im going to rest" plopping yourself comfortably on your boyfriend lap. "Stay... here.. okay?" Before drifting into an slumber.
You failed to notice his flustered face and the little smile on his face. Guess his day got better then?
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Finally finished, sorry if its short lmao. Anw wish me luck, gonna have my math exam soon<3
Pairing: Childe x GN! Reader
Warnings: it’s just angst
A/N: i’m exhausted but i really wanted to write this. slightly based off Olivia Rodrigo’s song Driver’s License
Word Count: 3,127
Another letter, another batch of lies. The crisp pale paper sat on the table, delicate letters that spelled your name staring up at you. The red wax stamped with his insignia burned into your mind, filling every thought in your head, despite trying to go on with your day. Was it really worth it to open the parchment? Every letter that arrived on the doorstep, with the same handwriting scribbled onto it felt like another push out of his life. Paragraphs describing the beautiful blonde outlander traveller that had caught his heart made your chest hurt with every word that he wrote. How long had it been since you had last seen the young ginger Harbinger whose lopsided smile made your heart skip a beat. Though he had been sent away on a mission to Liyue, you stayed behind to manage your parent’s business in Snezhnaya. Everything could only go downhill from there. You took the seat in the back as you watched letters arrive at your doorstep with pages of Childe’s handwriting describing the new nation he was exploring and the people who he met. But in every letter, he never failed to mention the golden eyed beauty who was Lumine. In the darkest parts of your heart, you wished that Childe would stop sending you letters, that he would just forget about the best friend who remained smitten by him. Rapid knocks on your door interrupted you from your thoughts. A chorus of giggles erupted from behind your door and you bit back a sigh, knowing exactly who was standing out in the cold.
“Did big brother send you a letter too?!” Teucer greeted you the moment your door cracked open, his bright blue eyes looking up at you with excitement and curiosity swimming inside of them. Tonia apologized for the lack of courtesy from her brother, but you could tell that she too, wanted to know if you received anything. A part of you wanted to lie to the two young children, and tell them that Childe didn’t send you anything. But there was no way to deny the two pairs of ocean eyes that twinkled with curiosity. You could tell Tonia was hiding something behind her back yet you didn’t pry, instead, forcing a smile to your face and admitting that their elder brother had sent you a letter.
“Have you read it yet?” Tonia giggled and pulled out the object behind her back. It was another letter, but addressed to her instead. You opened your mouth to reply, but the young ginger haired girl was already speaking rapidly, explaining all that her brother had written in his latest letter. You watched in silence as Teucer stood up on his tiptoes to peak over at the words his sister was reading off and your breath caught in your throat. Teucer was almost exactly like Childe, in his actions and looks.
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YOU BEING DRUNK FEAT: childe, zhongli, diluc
CHILDE
childe had just gotten back from a longgg work trip
and what'd know! he brought back some expensive ass wine, and you thought you'd treat yourself to some
well one glass turned into two, then four, and here you are seven glasses in and you weren't doing so good
ontop of that wine, you had also been enjoying a few shots of firewater that childe brought back from his visit home
so the surprise on childe's face when he walks in and finds you draped over the coffee table with the whole bottle of wine in hand, he can connect the dots
probably laugh at you
when you're slurring your words, he'll mock you and do the cheek-pulling thing "i have the groceries!" childe had just gotten home after his late-night trip to the grocery store in order to pick up a few things for tomorrow's breakfast. "oh!" he stood in the kitchen noticing the empty firewater container and the wine bottle in your hand, and he couldn't hold it in anymore and just fucking starts giggling and cackling. "what have you gotten into dear y.n!" he drops off the brown bag he was carrying in his hand to come to your aid, but instead of words you let out lazy mumbles and sniffles. "ill get a cold rag, stay here" just as he was getting up, he heard the start of more sniffling that turned into you bawling your eyes out. "do--on't leaVe" your voice was cracking and you were sniffling in between words, but he still understood you. in fact, he thought it was quite cute when you were drunk and just let your mouth have no filter(in private ofc). "im here y.n, im here" you simply just laid in his arms drooling on him as you passed out by his legs. childe may or may not have taken a few pictures with his camera, he'll show you in the morning. he soon moved you to your bed, where you awoke the next morning with the worst headache and hangover sickness. you could only recall half of what happened last night, but you knew once childe heard you stirring awake, he'd come and tease you about it, and you were right. "i never knew you were so clingy!" he said as you both sat at the table, you eating cereal with messy hair and dark under eyes. "you know you should get drunk more often!" you weren't in the mood for his teasing and laughing so early in the morning, so you simply just shot him a glare and he smiled as he talked about his work trip and just how happy he was to be home.
ZHONGLI
he'd honestly probably lecture you the morning after
he just wants to keep you safe (maybe idk)
but, he knows just how to take care of you, and makes sure that the hangover the next morning won't be that bad
still kind of annoyed at you though
but it was ventis birthday today, and wherever venti was, alcohol was
so you and zhongli showed up to celebrate of course!
and no surprise, you got drunk, so now zhongli has to drag you back home and take care of you. he noticed how you started acting loose as the night went on. being flushed, clumsy and touchy, a little too much for his tastes. so now, he just needed to get you home. "y.n, i think it's time we need to go." you were talking with kaeya, venti, and childe about memories from the past years, so not wanting to leave you tried to bargain with him "just 10 more minutes, kay?" cocktail in hand, you gave him a smile...yea you were drunk. "y.n, let's go you can call them in the morning." you let out an annoyed groan, not wanting to leave yet. "mr. zhongli! here, you can go home and ill drive y.n home in an hour! they'll be back twelve sharp sir!" it's not that zhongli didn't trust you, there was just a dangerous aspect seeing how 3/4 of the people here were already drunk out of there minds. and all the people who'd be willing to take you home were drunk. "thanks for the offer ajax, but i think y.n needs to head home. they have work in the morning." did you? nope. but zhongli thought as long as you're drunk, you'd believe him. and what'd you know! he was right. "well, i can call in sick rightttt" you were now leaning on zhongli, arms wrapped around his broad shoulders, trying to persuade him into letting one of your friends drive you home. "and plus! it's venti's birthday, one day wouldn't hurt liii" the nickname caught him by surprise, but he wasn't letting you off that easy. "i hope you know i'm not above dragging you out of here y.n." you frowned and turned to venti, giving him the cocktail you'd been holding. "bye guys..." you frowned intensely hoping zhongli would see that and let you stay, nope. you guys got in the car and you just started fuck bawling your eyes out. "AUHUHUHUH *sniff* UHUHAHU" you were throwing a whole fit in the passenger set of your boyfriend's car "YOU'RE SO MEANN AUHUHAHA" kicking and screaming just like a child, it was funny to zhongli causing him to smirk a bit. the fit kept on until you guys were halfway home, and when zhongli pulled into the driveway, you were fast asleep (or passed out) on your own lap. folded over. he wonder how you could sleep like that. but regardless he carried you into the bed and took off your shoes, and clothes, and placed you into your pajamas. then just tucked you in. he enjoyed moments where he could find the time to just take care of you, even if it meant having to lecture you in the morning about throwing fits and getting drunk on a tuesday night, but that could wait. instead, he got a rag and cooled down your flushed face, then left a glass of water for you to drink. "fuck...." you woke up, hair in an absolute mess, nose stuffy, and fucking thirsty. and zhongli heard you as you stirred awake and came to your aid. "this is what happens when you get drunk." he opened the bottle of nausea medicine on his bedside table and gave you one. you were very lucky to have him. "you know, getting drunk can lead to multiple brain....." he started to lecture you, it'd become his habit.
DILUC
he's had to deal with multiple drunk clients, so naturally, he's veryy good at it
but still gets kind of annoyed with you for doing it, like bro wtf?
and you did it, right in front of him too. in his own tavern. in public
well lets just say you and kaeya got into a drinking game, diluc knew you had some self-control, but that self-control gets washed away with kaeya.
and he was right
you guys are about to pass you, burping and nauseated but still pushing the limits.
diluc didn't even take a good look at you until now.
your face is basically tomato red and laughing along with kaeya
he blames the whole thing on kaeya "one more round pleaseeeee" you say, laughing right afterward with kaeya. diluc turns to face you, and let's just say he's not the happiest. "..kaeya leave." kaeya laughs it off, then grabs your arm to continue your drinking game somewhere else. well, that was until diluc intervened. grabbing your other arm "y.n, you're staying here until i'm done. i'll talk with you later." you turned to kaeya for help with the now very angry diluc. and kaeya was no help, just waving you off as he left in search of a new tavern to push the limits. "eat these." he pushed crackers your way and kept on dealing with knights and what-not around the tavern. you were surprised venti wasn't there that night. if so then you'd be able to have a free way of stealing wine from behind the counter. you started on the crackers thinking of a way to get more beer or wine from diluc without him noticing. but, why not just ask him! he loves you after all! "dilllucccc" you said, head laying in your arms "yes y.n?" he wasn't facing you due to him serving another customer, but he still heard you nonetheless "one more *hic* wine please!" waving your hand side to side lazily so he would pay attention "y.n, you've had enough already. you're turning into that green bastard poet." he waved you off, cleaning glasses while taking orders. "bUT-" and here the waterworks go, yea... "you said-!" "y.n.... here, have some water." he handed you a cup which you just stared in the water with your tears mixing in with the water. "ill close the tavern early and we can get home, ok?" "ok!" and back to your perky self, bipolar much?
this shit rough af, but im to lazy to fix it soo👍👍 pocket lent if u guess what my old blog was💖
— tokyo rev characters and tropes
— content/tags. fluff, angst ropes in some, discussion of tropes n storylines, mentions of death
— a/n. it’s not proofread </3 enjoy <3 kinda cringe ngl, tumblr keeps fucking up my read mores so sorry besties 😭
TAKEMICHI HANAGAKI
childhood friends to lovers trope with him. a bittersweet story, sour in some parts, butterfly inducing in others. by the end of it, you’ll end up hand in hand with the man who you’ve known forever. the gap-toothed, rosy cheeked, pudgy boy is now the man who stands beside you today. the one who cries while reading out the vows he’s memorised off by heart.
MANJIRO ‘MIKEY’ SANO
enemies to lovers. you find him spoiled, childish and insufferable; while he on the other hand has never been bothered by you. this just rules you up more. the two of you begin to notice each other more and more, argue more and more— refuse to admit the obvious feelings you hold for each other. all until it boils over into a tearful confession and a heated kiss.
KEN ‘DRAKEN’ RYUGUJI
the forbidden lovers. a boy with a bad reputation, residing in a brothel? pft. you’d be crazy if you thought your family would accept him, let alone even let you be around him. secret meetings, sneaking out in early hours of the morning, kisses and intertwined fingers when no one’s looking your way. eventually, someone finds out, and it’s burnt out with you having to be torn away from his arms. maybe someday, in the future, you’ll meet.
MITSUYA TAKASHI
past life trope. no matter how many times you die, in your next life, you’ll always be bounded to him. it’s painful having to watch him die, or a life where you have to leave him- it’s all so horrible. but you always know you’ll meet him again. whether it be in the middle of an apocalypse, or a life where you’re reborn as a princess and him a prince- you know that he is bounded to you.
KAZUTORA HANEMIYA
exes to lovers. you’re still yearning for him after he’s left, he’s still waiting for you. you’re still the only one who can make him feel at ease. you’re each other’s solace, it was just right person, wrong time. stealing glimpses when you catch each other at the convenience store, fleeting glances across the table when you go out with the friends you still share. eventually growing and maturing, only to realise, he’s the only one you can ever love and winning him back.
KEISUKE BAJI
brother’s best friend. you’re off-limits, and while you crush on him majorly, he always tells you he still sees you as his own little sibling. only because he doesn’t wanna face your older brother’s wrath. he grows up alongside your brother, they go to college together and by the time he comes back; you’ve grown up so much and you’re beautiful. just like before. he might just have a chance with you.
CHIFUYU MATSUNO
friends to lovers. so sweet and mushy it causes a tooth ache. you’re each other’s best friend, you can confide in each other anytime. you ask him what it’s like to kiss, and he offers himself up to you. practicing a kiss on your best friend. things go wrong in the middle due to miscommunication, but by the end, you’re back on your feet and side by side with your best friend and partner for life. he’s a ride or die.
HAKKAI SHIBA
firsts. a sweet, slow, blossoming romance. you’re his first everything. taking baby steps together. exploring relationships with him at your side. kissing him for the first time, holding his hand for the first time. spending your first valentines together, gifting each other a small gift each. it’s all so sweet and sappy. watching him fumble and blush and struggle to make eye contact with you because he’s just so shy.
YUZUHA SHIBA
summer romance. holding hands with her on the pier is a distant memory. bouquets of wild flowers that die by the time it’s autumn. polaroids with curling corners of her hair blowing in the august breeze as she sits on the beach. torn love letters shoved to the bottom of your drawers and her floral skirt scrunched up in the back of your closet. summer is gone and bitter winter nips at your nose. you miss her warmth oh so much.
NAHOYA KAWATA + SOUYA KAWATA
love triangle (they both like u tho help). complete opposites, they appeal to you in different ways. nahoya is a wild ride, sneaking into your room at midnight and taking you on spontaneous trips. souya is gentle and kind, he holds your hand and cleans your scraped up knees from all the times you’ve fallen. caught in the middle of two wonderful men, and you just can’t make up your mind.
SHUJI HANMA
fwb. night after night, he leaves after taking what he wants. he’s quick and fleeting. there’s really no love in his actions, and no longing in his voice. he puts on a front, builds up his walls so high you can’t break through. it’s only when you put a stop to the arrangement does he realise how badly he’s messed up. pouring his heart out in a drunken phone call and regretting it the day after when he wakes up with a pounding headache, the bright side is a worried you tending to his every need.
IZANA KUROKAWA
arranged marriage. he’s cold and distant at first. not knowing how to feel about all of this. but after he warms up, after he gets to know you, after he stops being so mean; he falls hard and fast. so fast that it gives you whiplash. the tide changes. he’s happy and he wants to make you even happier. it takes a while to regain your trust, apologise for the many times he’s hurt you, but to see you smile; he would do anything.
SEISHU INUI
prince/servant. it’s a death sentence for you. to be creeping around in the royal gardens past hours, waiting for the young crown prince to appear with a rose in hand. you want to run away and so does he. he wants to get away from the hectic and pressures of royal life, wants to live a normal life with you. wants to grow old with you.
HAJIME KOKONOI
unrequited love. you’ll always be second best, you’ll never elicit that same smile on koko’s face as she once did. he’ll always pretend to love you. pretend your her. whisper goodnight to her when it’s you laying down in bed. and yet you stay, because you’re in love with a man who’ll never love you back fully.
RAN HAITANI
body swap. it’s the mutual hatred you hold for each other that causes it. he’s stuck at school, in your body, trying his hardest not to fail classes for you. while you’re out fighting on the streets of roppongi, got rindou wandering what happened to his strong older brother. you only switch back after confessing how you’ve grown to feel about each other. then life goes back to normal- with a little added romance.
RINDOU HAITANU
fake dating. he wants to prove to his brother that he can get any girl he wants. wants to prove to everyone that he’s just as suave, just as handsome as his brother is. and you? well you want to make his older brother jealous. everything blows over and comes out eventually, the two of you realise you’re simply meant for one another.
HARUCHIYO SANZU
soulmates. bounded by soul. his name is engraved in your heart. you can’t escape each other. he’s incredibly loyal, to the point of no return. no matter what hardships you face, he’ll always be there by your side. he feels your pain, hears your thoughts, shares your joy. sanzu is there for you every step of the way.
SENJU AKASHI
opposites attract. she’s loud and excitable, you can be a little stern and boring. you melt around her, she’s technically your foil, chalk and cheese; by you get along like the best of friends. you love each other to bits and you would never change anything about her, and senju would never change you either.
TAKEOMI AKASHI
best friends brother. it’s risky. he’s older too. always felt unattainable. you meet one day at senju’s twenty-first birthday party, he hasn’t seen you since you were a little tot; running around after his energetic sister. you’re so pretty. so grown up. lost the baby fat from your cheeks, filled in your clothes just right and your hair is a little longer now. it’s secret. passionate kisses where no one will find you; embraces behind closed doors. it’s so… dirty. yet you wouldn’t have it any other way.
"Paimon, if you stand there, I'm afraid the wind will blow you away..."
"One last place to clean! Traveler, after we finish cleaning the leaves, let's go to..."
"Master D—Diluc!"
shounen ai mangas that should be a part of your reading list if you enjoy reading healthy and plot-driven romances- part 2.
this is a continuation to the first part of this list i made earlier this month, part 1
6. Until i meet my husband.
the reason why i want this manga to be a part of your reading list is simply because it changed my perspective on gay relationships as a person, there were so many things that i was never able to inculcate myself or things that where actually alienated to me, this manga is actually inspired by a memoir written by ryousuke nanazaki, who happens to be an activist and the manga revolves around his life growing up as somebody who identifies as a gay man and his life till he finally met his husband, i encourage you to give this manga a read and try to understand how gay relationships actually are and not the female gaze that always markets in the shounen ai industry.
7) Koimonogatari.
koimonogatari is alot more than a shounen ai manga, it's about self acceptance, friendship and internalized homophobia, there were multiple instances in the story where i had to sit back and cry and actually introspect for a minute by putting myself in the main character's shoes, if you actually want to experience an actual expression of accepting your identity, please give this manga a read.
8. Restart after come back home.
this story often makes me think about how home is actually a person, i honestly get so overwhelmed with the comfort this manga brings while reading it out, whether it is the art style or honestly the way the characters are written or perhaps it's the grumpy sunshine protector x sunshine trope all over again, please read this out to experience how a story can feel like a literal hug.
9. The two lions.
i have and always will love furuya sensei's work, whether it's the iconic the summer of you series or the two lions in itself, the way she developes her characters and the progression of the stories, it is impeccable, the two lions is such a refreshing read that you would not even realize when you developed such a strong connection towards both the characters.
10. Happy Birthday.
i hold a special bias toward author ymz's works perhaps because i have been heavily inspired by most of her works and learned a lot of things about my own writing style, whether it's sayonara heron or happy birthday, the way she writes her characters and the melancholy, everything is so heart warming and wrenching at the same time, happy birthday again is a lot more about friendship with differentiating factors and points where they intersect together in an utterly chaotic yet in an articulate way, the art style has my heart and you should probably experience this story once.
Somebody asked for part two, and yes i shall deliver it to you. Idk how long it'll take so stay tuned lmao
The street performer i met today.
Ft. Akito x Gn!reader.
Cw : usage of the word pretty? Reader Pronoun : They/Them A/N : basically this was the brainrot i had 2 days ago.
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I was supposedly rushing to meet the other since i was 15 minutes late, ena sure takes her time when she's shopping eh? If i diddn't ran away when she wasn't looking i'm gonna be even more later than this.
The street is bustling with people today, i wonder why.
when I almost walked towards the crossing something caught my attention—
"Is this a sound of a guitar?" I tried to listen carefully, trying to figure out where the noise was coming. Hm?
Electric? No... i don't think so. Should i go take a look? Wouldn't i be even more later than now? I peered over to the crowds who seems to be listening to the music.
"Heh listening for a while wouldn't hurt right?" As i walked towards the crowds i could see— oh a solo street performer? Interesting.
I tried to squezze in through the crowd, and does it work? Yes. From here the front i could see the performer.
There they Sat, their finger flicking thru the guitar string gracefully, making a soft melody. I thought i was never a big fan of a song with soft melody like this, but... maybe it could change?..
Their eyes were half lidded making them look sleepy but yet they put on a gentle smile whilst their finger continued on making a melody. So graceful...
Wait... what was i thinking?! Graceful?! Huh?. My mind were telling me to leave, but something or somewhere in my heart was telling me to stay and listen to their performance.
My feet were glued, and my eyes are stuck admiring them and their little melody. I crossed my arms perhaps i were giving up on leaving, if its possible maybe my ears could be smiling while hearing their song right now.
I stood here alongside the crowd for... how long? I was too busy listening to their performance that i missed some phone calls from my friend, i did noticed that my phone was buzzing inside my pocket, but i was just too busy to care.
Times do went on, i realized that their performance was coming to an end.
They hop off slowly from the stool they were sitting and then bowing to the audience politely. "This is it for today, thank you for listening to my performance. I hope i could see everyone again"
Before i know, all the people beside and front of me was clapping, Signaling that the performance was over, and.. snapping me back to reality. "Aw..." I let out a whine alongside a "i should've come earlier."
Just before i left, i took a notice that they were staring at me or... maybe examining? Their eyes do look serious though.
"Ah... aren't you Shinonome Akito from BAD DOGS?, its unusual to see you here, Glad you enjoyed my performance." While they giggle softly and packing their guitar in.
Huh?.. me enjoying their performance?
"I hope i can see you somewhere akito." They said taking off their leave while smiling at me.
I tried to speak and ask for their name, but they were already too far away.
Their smile were so— oh my phone is buzzing again, i should hurry really...
But in honesty their performance was amazing, and their features, how do they make such an amazing music while keeping their composure like that? I said as i too, took my leave.
They were.... Pretty
i wish i could talk to them.
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Bonus lol :
"Evening." I said while entering the weekend garage, i could see kohane, An, And toya also looks like they were waiting for a bit too long eh?
"Where were you?! We were supposed to discuss about our performance by the end of this week! You were the one who suggest it and yet you were late!" An said crossing her arms and sighing.
"I tried to call you akito, but you weren't answering" add toya.
"Even toya got worried" said kohane giggling.
"Yea yea! I know im sorry, its ena! I were stuck shopping with her" i said as i pulled one of the chair wanting to sit down.
"And shinonome why do your face looks a bit flushed? Are you okay?" Kohane said her face plastered with worry.
"I was about to ask that too" An said
My mind recalled to the time where they smiled at me, their smile were so genuine... and pretty.
"Huh?! Wh...– what do you mean im flushed?!" I said not realizing that im trying to cover my... flushed face?
"Ooh~ does the tough guy akito got a crush?" An teases.
"N..– No im not! Just get on with the discussion already!"
"Oh! He do~ Aha!" Said An laughing and so is kohane, even toya is giggling.
Sigh... i guess i need to get used to her teasing again eh?
But, did An just said a.. crush?
Well cough im not that kind of person who falls inlove with someone just met right? Right?!
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HAAA i swear it isn't supposed to be this long, and it was supposed to be finished yesterday. But headache says no.
Go cope mf 😂
IM VRYING WHY MUST IT BE BER AHHSHAJZJJZ IT COULD BE MONA OR QIQI BUT WHY WHY DID YOU COME HOME IN THIA ACC AGAIN FKNX YUO
Art block kicked my ass so I pumped these out in spite