Istg Im Seriously Trying To Finish This Childe Fic

don't you realize our bodies could fall apart any second?

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."

“ you left me no choice but to stay here forever. ”

EVERMORE — A 4.5K MILESTONE SPECIAL SERIES !

SYPNOSIS. years after a breakup with your first love, kamisato ayato, you thought you’ll never see him again in your life since that fateful night, until you received an invitation to his wedding as well as a free-week stay in a 5* hotel, something you definitely do not want to pass on. when you arrived, you didn’t expect to meet a strange yet aloof man get along with him easily… and perhaps end up becoming something more by the time this trip ends. (or not)

CHARACTERS. diluc ragnvindr, kamisato ayato, zhongli, thoma, raiden shogun, yae miko, yoimiya, arataki itto, kujou sara, sangonomiya kokomi, gorou, kamisato ayaka, kaeya alberich, tartaglia, and more ! (w/ gn!reader)

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AUTHOR’S NOTE. this series is based on taylor swift’s album evermore and it is not aimed for fluff lovers and solely for angst lovers. if you wish to see a diluc x reader fluffy series all the way, proceed to versadies’s versions of chapters 13-epilogue once you arrive to those chapters. please read with caution ! (warnings will be written in each chapter).

MASTERLIST.

prologue // right where you left me

chapter one // willow

chapter two // champagne problems

chapter three // gold rush

chapter four // ‘tis the damn season

chapter five // tolerate it

interlude // no body no crime

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You know. I just got really sad and got a angst idea looking at this.

Warning: commandant's death, blood, Idk how sad it will be but sad. Thats all I can tell you.

It's honestly the only thing I can think of right now

You get dispatched with the gray ravens to a mission. And it's harder then you expected it to be.

Or rather. You just underestimated the corrupted. You were completely surrounded and lost liv and lucia on the way in

You and lee were slowly losing time and room to escape. All escape routes being blocked off by the corrupted. It's like they knew what to do.

While you didnt worry much about lucia and lick since they had already transferred their MIND back to HQ what concerned you more was Lee. If he started the process now he would surely be interrupted and by how the corrupted has been moving right now his inver device would be destroyed in an instant

You being you. Wanted a simple thing. For Lee's MIND to make it out safely.

The two of you tried to keep your distance from the corrupted which was successful but be as successful for so long

"Lee. Start your MIND transfer process."

"What?"

"Start your MIND transfer process."

"Why."

"Start it. Now. Do it while we have time. If they get any closer I'll deal with them. Just trust me and start it."

Lee knew what was happening. The corrupted closing in, blocking out all passageways, the commandant ordering him to transfer his MIND to HQ?

Commandant was planning on staying behind while lee was safe

"I cant do that. My job is to keep the commandant safe while the mission is completed or failed. I cant leave you behind."

"Does it look like a situation we can argue in? Lee. Just shut the fuck up and please do as I say. Just right now. Please."

Lee looked at you in shock. It was the first time you had ever talked to him in such a way. But he understood why

Under such a pressure of losing someone and danger slowly closing in. You can only hope for the best and wish that some things would work. And the something is for Lee's MIND transfer to be successful

"I'm sorry commandant..."

He truly was. He promised himself that he would protect you. But here he was. Fleeing all by himself while the commandant bleeds out fighting to keep him save.

"I swear. I swear I will come back for you. The moment it gets transferred. I'll. I'll come back for you commandant."

You looked back with a smile. "I'll be waiting then. Dont take too long."

He narrowed his eyes. He wanted to tell not to say such things. But he couldnt. The transfer was complete and now there was only the shell of a frame left behind. You were now there alone without help. The chances of you being shredded to pieces were high. No. You most likely were by the time he got to you.

But.

Who is this that hes thinking of right now?

What?

What was he even thinking about. He should be focused on getting back to work and polish his weapons and get ready.

"Lee. Theres no time to polish weapons and repair parts, we have to go back down and retrieve what we can and continue our mission there."

"Mission...?"

"Lucia I think the reboot process for Lee ended up in him losing parts of his memory."

"I dont think that matters at the moment. If it's a mission we need to carry it out and take care of it. Let's not waste time and get to it."

"Lee? Do you know where the commandant and you were last at?"

Lee looked at lucia in confusion. He didnt understand. The last time he had seen commandant was in the previous mission. But after that... was nothing. He couldnt remember anything. At all. The reboot process really wiped out his memory from the current mission. How awful.

"No I do not. But if the commandant is missing we should hurry and find them."

"Let's go."

Upon arriving at the scene they came across the battered and empty frames of lucia and liv. Many corrupted lay broken and defeated. The more deeper they entered the more corrupted they found. Just what had happened here...?

Clearing out all corrupted they came across they finally reached the last room they have yet to search. Lee stared. Why did this room feel familiar? Was he here before? While he was still a human...?

When they cautiously opened the door, the three of them were hit with the strong smell of blood. Human blood.

What laid in the corner was their commandant. And a broken down frame of lee. Surrounding them was the many dead frames of the corrupted. Each and everyone of them with a bullet through the head.

"What... took you all so long... I thought I was going to die... taking down all of these one at a time... you better carry... me out of here..." you let out a bitter laugh with a sigh as you closed your eyes

Lee felt proud that commandant had defended themself very well but that didn't last long as liv inspected the commandant's injured body.

Well. There was no point in doing so. The large pool of blood should explain almost everything. You had just finished bleeding out. Just how he thought you would.

He knew you would bleed out if he left you here, yet.. and order was an order... he couldnt disobey. But... would it have hurt to disobey that one time? It's all flooding in. The mission. The task. The objective. Lucia and liv.

Then commandant. He had left them to die. Here. If he had disobeyed maybe. Maybe it would have been him and not commandant.

Approaching the now lifeless body he lifted up the body by its shoulders. Pulling it into a tight hug. One that the body would not be able to return. This was the last one he would give you.

Pulling away from the body. He picked up the body and carried it out.

Know what lee was doing lucia and liv searched the room for retrivals

Soon lucia and liv exited the site to see lee has finished burying you. He didnt want to take you back to HQ. He couldnt pinpoint exactly why... but he didnt.... he couldnt.

He ruined the promise he had with you. Broke it. He promised to himself that he would protect you and look at what happened. Now you just lay under the ground. Cold. And lifeless.

All because he obeyed the orders from a commandant. If he had ignored the commandant title and stayed with you, then maybe he would have been able to stall time for you. It could have been him and not you...

I have a fat fucking feeling I fucked this over but like. I really wanted to write this out because holy shit this has been with me for the longest time. Sorry if this was scuffed as shit I really just want to put this out here and like just wanted to see what kind of end I would come down to.

To summarize what happened, the gray ravens left for a mission that they had underestimated. This ended up in the entire time having to transfer their MIND to HQ to keep it safe while their inver device were still intact. All three were successful but you ended up dying through exhaustion and just bleeding out. Lee had internally promised to himself that he would protect you and at that moment had made another promise that he would come back for you. Which he failed both. You died and he came back too late. In that temporary moment of leaving HQ and back to the mission his MIND reboot had caused him to lose the entire memory of the mission. He forgot everything. What happened. And especially you. After getting a little memory jog of the mission site and you the brief moment of memory loss went by and he regained the memories. They arent pleasant at all. Not at all. If he would he would just not remember it. In the end he let's you rest but not in the HQ. In Earth. At the end he regrets making promises and just obeying the commandant's orders. He wishes that he didnt see you as a commandant at that moment and sae you as someone to save.

I'm sorry again for the fact that this was scuffed. I'm not the best at writing and I tend to just throw out whatever just comes to mind and this is probably going to be one of the best examples of it. Anyways. Have a good day/night.

The price of love

Pairing: Childe x reader(?)

CW: violence, blood, broken bones, unhealthy relationships and mental illness

Synopsis: Childe loves it when you’re angry. There’s nothing better than being beneath you and taking it.

Note: THIS CONTAINS DARK CONTENT. THIS IS DARK CONTENT. I just like this idea. Also not proof read bc I’m too impatient to post.

The deep crack that resonated in the empty room did not phase you. In fact, it didn’t phase Childe either, despite feeling how his nose had broken under your fist. Had it not been for his left eye being swollen shut, he might have been able to see how the blood spewed from his fresh wound. How beautiful it looked while it landed on your skin and seemed to make you even angrier. The simple image had him smiling, but maybe that was simply him going a bit delirious.

“The fuck are you smiling at?” You grumbled, ceasing your attacks, much to his displeasure. Childe felt the beginning of a whine build up in his throat. He was ready to complain and ask (read: beg) you to keep going, before he felt your hands wrap around his throat. “I asked you a fucking question, Tartaglia. Are you not gonna answer?”

You knew damn well how hard it would be for him to reply when you were currently cutting his air supply, and he loved it. His smile widened while his eyes closed (well, only the right one could open and close). In a state of euphoria, Childe could barely remember the fact that you’d possibly choke him to death if he didn’t answer. To be honest, it was the last of his problems.

Because what could possibly be more heavenly than watching you put him back into his place? Than to have you look down at him with those eyes; those eyes with burning fury. Any other man wouldn’t be able to stand it. Any other man would have tried to fight back (in vain). But not Childe. He was smart enough to know this was the epitome of emotion. The climax of your love for him, and his for you. Because time and time again, you’d choose him to bear witness to the feelings you usually bottle up until they explode. Nothing in this world could ever come close to the intimacy this moment held for him.

“I love you.” It came out extremely strained. In fact, if you hadn’t been looking at his mouth when he said it, you probably wouldn’t have understood it at all. Childe’s smile was still spread on his lip, his right eye filled with mirth as he looked at you, practically begging you for more. Something twisted in your stomach; some vile version of affection for the man who would so easily cast his pride aside so that you could take your emotions out of him. And he usually took it so well, too. You almost felt proud of him. And maybe you’d have told him, had your anger not taken such a strong hold of you.

Your fist rose again and Childe’s stomach did flips when he noticed. His expression became a close-lipped smile when he braced himself for impact. This time, he swore you broke his cheekbone.

He loves you so much.

hello ! i hope ur doing good, can i ask for mikey, chifuyu, sanzu and anyone else of ur choice reacting to their s/o never had / celebrate their birthday cuz their parents think its a waste of time and money ? and how toyorv boys will try and plan a birthday party and surprise their s/o?

SURPRISING S/O WHO'S NEVER CELEBRATED THEIR BIRTHDAY

characters — mikey, chifuyu, sanzu

extras — gn!reader

a/n — I actually really liked doing this request and I hope you're doing well also. I didnt make sanzu’s surprise a party per se, it’s more of a one on one kinda thing then a party... hope that’s ok and thx for requesting. hope you like it<3

「 Mikey 」

Mikey’s baffled at the fact that you’ve never celebrated your birthday. 

It’s painful just thinking about no one wishing him happy birthday, seeing as he's an attention whore.

This birthday is going to be the best birthday you ever have, well it’ll be the best with anything he does seeing as you've done absolutely nothing for the past ones.

He came to you the morning of your birthday to tell you happy birthday and you thanked him with a kind smile. It was the first time hearing that for the day and it’s already 11am. 

Your parents left without a word that morning, they seemed in a hurry from the way they passed you on their way out as if you didn't exist.

He was good at distracting you for the day as the others prepared the party for you back at his place.

They also complained, not because they had to prepare the party, but because mikey wasn't doing any hard work. He left them to do everything, offering to distract you.

At exactly 8pm on the dot, mikey offered you to sleep at his place. On your way there, you were both silent, the only sounds being heard were the cars driving by and the slight gust of the wind dancing around you.

From the corner of your eye, you saw mikey’s lips converting to a soft smile. What’s he smiling about?

It didn't take much to see the lights up ahead, they were practically blinding. No doubt they’ll attract moths if they happen to fly by. 

If it weren't for the not so quiet, they’re here, and mikey's displeased sigh, you wouldn't have the slightest clue of what's behind the gate. “Baji’s an idiot.”

Opening the gate, your friends, both the ones apart of toman and the ones you made through them, jumped out from their hiding spots and shouted, happy birthday.

They looked ridiculous due to the tiny party hats on their heads, every one of them, the only exceptions being luna and mana because of their small selves, but nonetheless, you felt a surge of gratitude towards everyone there.

Luna, mana, emma and hina were the firsts to pull you in for a hug, followed by hakkai, mitsuya, and the others. You were overflowing with happiness and they all knew it by your eagerness when taking part in all the activities they planned.

Mikey following right behind you, same eagerness in tow, matching your own, all to see you that smile on your face.

In the comfort of his bed with his right hand holding you to his chest and his left intertwined with your own, you broke the silence by softly saying, “I had a lot of fun today mikey.”

「 Chifuyu 」

When your birthday came around the corner, chifuyu was extremely excited, it being your first birthday as a couple.

He had everything planned for your birthday a week prior, although it wasn’t much he had planned, it was extremely cute.

The first stop was at a bakery then he’s taking you to the carnival that was in town for the day and at the end, at the top of the ferris wheel, he was going to be all sappy and tell you how much he loves you.

But you weren't as ecstatic about it as him which was concerning leading him to ask the question.

“Why aren’t you in the birthday mood? It’s tomorrow y’know?” 

“You see babe, my parents think it’s unnecessary and a waste of money to throw birthday parties or give gifts, so I've never really celebrated my birthday?” Your answer came out more of a question than a solid response.

“Never?” He asked in disbelief and you simply nodded. He thought your parents were odd for not doing that, the bare minimum, it’s not like they were struggling financially or some other thing came up.

“Not even when you were little? Do they even tell you happy birthday?” You laughed at him, his face clearly surprised by the fact. “Never chifuyu and no they don’t tell me happy birthday. None of us do, we just go on with our day whenever someone’s birthday turns up.” 

He doesn't exactly know what to say at the moment other than he’s sorry, but you reassure him that it’s honestly ok, it’s really not his fault and there’s nothing he can do about it. You’re also used to it by now so your birthday is considered to be just another day to everyone around you, nothing special.

Sure, he couldn't do anything about it in the past but he’s your amazing boyfriend who can do something about it now. Yes, he already had the day planned but wouldn’t it be better for you to experience a small get together with all your friends who were in toman to show you even more love?

Truthfully he preferred his original plan. The idea of spending the entire day with you sounded like heaven but baji convinced him to do otherwise, wanting to celebrate your birthday also.

They both planned everything with slight help from their friends, and on the day, chifuyu did in fact take you to the carnival, he even won a giant teddy bear for you, but you didn't stay too long because he had a big surprise.

Covering your eyes, he has the widest smile on his face as he shuts down all your objections of not wanting any more surprises for your birthday.

"No I can't tell you. It's a surprise for a reason."

"I don't want a surprise though."

"I never asked but we're here." Chifuyu could be so rude sometimes, but he brought you to a party, a birthday party, with all your friends present.

"My favourite person!!" You knew all too well who that was.

"Hi baji." You knew he has a soft spot for you, he just doesn't want to admit it.

"Happy birthday [nickname]."

"Thank you baji." He took you in for a bear hug practically crushing you in his arms, only letting go when you gasped out, I can't breathe.

Chifuyu on the other hand was anxiously awaiting your response to his little surprise, but it never came. You were dragged away by emma and a few of the others before you could say anything, but guessing by your smile that never faltered, not even once, he knows he did a good job.

Until later that evening when everyone left, leaving both you and your boyfriend behind.

"Did you–"

"I loved it! I didn't get the chance to tell you earlier but I loved it!" Practically tackling him, you both fell onto the floor with a hard thud. The pain rushing through him was burning, but seeing and hearing your happiness made him forget about that.

「 Sanzu 」

Upon hearing about this, sanzu didn't say anything. He gave you a curt nod and left. It’s convenient that you never expect much from anyone, and it being your birthday and all, his cold response didn’t shift your mood or hurt you in the slightest. 

After all, you weren’t remotely new to this sort of reaction around this time of the year.

Your day went like it usually would, the only difference being, you haven't seen your boyfriend since earlier that day but that wasn't out of the ordinary considering his loyalty towards toman or more specifically a certain leader.

You haven't been dating that long either, you knew each other for a fair amount of time before that though.

To your surprise, before you could get into bed that night, you got a phone call from non-other than your boyfriend informing you to meet him at a location he’s about to send to you. 

Was he calling for another late night conversation? But he would’ve come by here like he usually does. Or is he injured again? 

While on your way, you couldn't help but overthink all the possible things he called you out to this unknown place for, but the figure in a toman uniform up ahead stopped your train of thought.

There he was, standing idly, his back facing you as he looked out into the quiet sea ahead of him.

You couldn't help but notice a small gift box wrapped in your favourite colour behind his back. Despite you both knowing each other for a generous amount of time, you never told him your favourite colour. Coincidence maybe?

“Why did you call me out here?” Facing you, he gave you a closed eye smile, the same one you would often see whenever he saw you first thing in the morning. “Happy birthday y/n.”

Taking the box in hand, you unwrapped it to find a jewellery box. He gifted you a silver necklace with a pendant of your favourite animal. “I thought you didn’t care?”

“Who said that?” He scoffed at you, you really thought he didn't care? Although he hasn’t said it outwardly yet, he loved you too much to not care about your birthday and just let it pass by as if it never existed.

“It just seemed that way by your response.” Taking the necklace from your hand, he turned you around and placed it around your neck. “It’s a locket.”

Sanzu opened the locket from behind you and you came to see a picture of the two of you from your first date. You laughed at the memory, remembering what you had to do to get the picture. Shower him with kisses. That was one of the few times he acted remotely affectionate towards you.

“You said you never celebrated your birthday, so I wanted to give you a gift.” His motive is what made a few tears slip past your eyes and down your face, dropping onto the back of sanzu’s hand.

“Why are you crying?” He giggled, finding you adorable for crying about something so simple as a birthday gift.

“This is my first time– I’ve gotten a birthday gift and it’s so... beautiful.” You were babbling as tears cascaded and made a path down the sides of your face. Taking a look at your horrible state, sanzu pulled you into his chest and stroked the back of your head lovingly. “I hope you take care of it.”

“I will.” Of course you would. After all, it was your first ever gift, to top it off from your boyfriend who you couldn't help but love too much to the point it was sickening at times.

“Come. I hope you didn’t have anything to do tonight, we’re going to your favourite to get food with mucho and a few of the others.”

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✦ synopsis; hugging their s/o from behind

✦ pairing(s); heizou x gn!reader, kamisato ayato x gn!reader, childe x gn!reader

✦ tags/genre; fluff hcs

✦ wc; 382

✦ notes; originally just for heizou but i ended up writing for multiple- and thank you to @reddriot for the help w childe~☆

SHIKANOIN HEIZOU

Heizou loves hugging you from behind. It's something that occurs on a daily basis, whenever he feels like it. It's an impulse that he doesn't control, not that he would want to anyways.

It's warm. His hugs are warm and full of energy; sometimes, he'll jump on you and sometimes, he'll slip his hands right through your arms. He loves burying his face in your back or shoulder, and his legs will be wrapped around you too.

Sometimes, he'll sneak in a quick peck here and there, and if you try to move away from the hug before he wants to let go, he'll hold on harder. "Hng, don't go yet ヽ（≧□≦）ノ"

KAMISATO AYATO

Whenever he wakes up, he'll hug you from behind- even if the sun just rose or the sun is about to set. It's one of his greetings to you, and if he's the first one up, he'll greet you as soon as you wake up.

Ayato's hugs are warm and playful, he loves to bury his head in your neck. He'll pepper you cheek with kisses, saying, "Good morning, love." There's always a tease here and there, and when he gets up to continue his work in his office, you always end up missing him a little, even though he's just a few doors away in the same house.

Ayato will usually never show much affection in public, but if anyone hits on you... he'll be sure to appear behind you and place his arm around your waist and warn them appropriately.

CHILDE

Childe isn't around much, but it's his surprise greeting whenever the two of you meet. He'll surprise you with his hug every time, and every time he manages to surprise you, even if you know it's coming.

Childe's back hugs are more on the quick side; he wants to see your face, especially with how much he missed you. He'll quickly switch over to a front hug, just because he likes that better just a little.

If you're being hit on, and he's there to see it, he's behind you in an instant. He'll put both hands around your waist and place a quick kiss on your cheek, and there's no question as to why that the flirter's expression suddenly changed to fear.

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HANMA X READER WHERE READER PLAYS WITH HIS HANDS HELLO

「 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 」

playing with your boyfriend’s hands.

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠... hanma shuuji x gn!reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 - written in a rush, mentions of violence/gore, reader is in highschool

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 - the handma fucker is back at it again... also i don’t have a hand kink but i have friends who do so let’s just say i learned this from them ! <3

𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐌𝐀 had some very nice hands. especially for all of the beating up he does for fun. not even because they did anything that was actually wrong, but because he thought they looked at him funny. violence is the only option for this man and you have no idea how you find it so attractive.

one day he came to your apartment with some messed up wounds. bleeding from everywhere, waiting to be infected. and burns? like cigarette burns, more specifically.

“what did you do this time,” you sigh and let him in.

“some small gang thought they would win against me but they played dirty.” he grimaced as he walked over and sat down in a chair, awaiting your care. jeez, did they do that much to him?

“and this is why i don’t like you fighting random people on the street, especially by yourself. shuu, you gotta be more careful than this.”

you reach into a cabinet almost out of your reach, but you were able to get it. maybe you should put it somewhere more accessible when he comes to you all beat up all the time.

“yeah, but where’s the fun in that?”

“where’s the fun in you being hurt and me taking care of you at 3 am every few days?”

“i get to see you ♡“ he laughed, then winced when you put some cleaning alcohol on one of his bigger cuts.

“i also like seeing you, but not when you’re all beat up. you know that you’re always welcome here even without injuries.” you reach into the first-aid kit to get some medical tape since you were not a heathcare professional, but it definitely felt like it sometimes.

“well you’re no fun,” he frowns. he’s leaning back onto the backrest, tempted to tip himself over.

“then you can take care of yourself. i don’t like being woken up in the middle of the night because of your dumbass.”

he doesn’t respond, leaving the two of you in a somewhat uncomfortable silence. after almost an hour of disinfecting and wrapping up his wounds, the cigarette burns were the only ones left. gnarly-looking too.

“here, put this on yourself. i’ll sleep on the couch, you can sleep in--”

“i need help with this.” you were so tired. you were a full-time student and you worked at a small store part-time for some extra cash, and now the caretaker of this boy who got into useless fights. sometimes you wondered why you continued to love this man.

“fine, but i’m teaching you how to do it and you better remember for the next time.”

that took a whole ‘nother hour. it was now almost 5 am and it was now wednesday morning. you’d rather skip school today, but your scholarship would be on the line if you just slept in. 

“just stay here, i’ll pay off your school debt at some point for ya.”

“i can’t do that, i don’t even pay for my apartment.” he sighs and picks you up into his arms and heads to your bedroom where he also frequently crashed.

“goodnight, (y/n),” he says, snuggling up into you. it was so warm... you just completely passed out. 

your alarm woke you up at 7 am, as it should, but you turned it off and tried to go back to sleep. though the problem is that you couldn’t go back to sleep. problem number two, hanma’s strong arms were wrapped around you and he was the big spoon. 

you didn’t wanna wake him up, but the only thing you could really do right at that moment was play with his hands.

you were gentle, since the wrapping was pretty bad. sometimes you considered going around with him when he got into fights. personal on-site medic.

while you were caught up in your thoughts, you continued to play with his hands. messed around with his individual fingers, feeling their callouses developed over years and years of fighting with his bare hands. 

at some point you must’ve woken your boyfriend up since he held you closer and broke you out of your many thoughts. you also happened to stop playing with his hands since he retracted them to hold you closer to his body.

“good morning to you too,” he grumbles, his morning voice raspy and low.

“sorry, did i wake you up?”

“no, your damn alarm did.” he pulls you even closer (somehow) and takes a deep breath into your shoulder. “let’s go back to sleep and,”

“you can keep playing with my hands, hun.”

Red Carnations

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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AH, ITS OKAY TAKE UR TIME!! don’t forget to rest!!

-anon who requested a part 2 of akito fic

ANONNN AGAIN IM SO SORRY FOR THE IDK HOW LONG THE DELAY OF REQUEST IS, AND EXAM IS NEARING TOO IM SO SORHEHDUSJ

Warnings: Profanity, angst.

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

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

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

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

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

“Simon, you smoke,” Price brought up.

“I don’t have a lighter,” Ghost said.

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

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

“Am I missing something?” Price asked.

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

“I… Ghost has a lighter,” Soap said.

“I don’t,” Ghost insisted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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