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[oikiwitooruuu]

Damn, it fits????nomfg

[weird-dere-fics]

Thinking about how absolutely sweet Yukihira Soma can be as a significant other. You two went out together and had to split ways at your destination to do different things. He had a good time doing whatever it was he was doing, while you on the other hand ran into some trouble. It was nothing dangerous, but it did emotionally drain you.  Upon seeing you when you meet at the car, he asks for the keys. He’s def driving you home while you take some time to just be somewhere else other than reality. You end up falling asleep in the car on the way to your shared home. Mans is smiling softly at your peaceful face. When parked in the driveway he gets out and comes around to your side, opening the door. He considers going to unlock the front door so he can carry you in the house and place you in bed. He figures you’d probably appreciate him just waking you instead, though. Knowing you, you’d probably insist the next day that he didn’t have to. (He would probably just shrug it off with a smile anyway, but he doesn’t wanna make you feel any more negative or stressing emotions than you need to after today). After watching you relaxed for a few moments longer he gently shakes you awake. You seem to walk the limbo of grogginess as you sit there blinking blearily, tilting your head toward him. A soft smile makes it’s way onto your face as you slur, “I have to get out the car?” He chuckles softly, resting his forearm on the top of the car door, “I mean, you don’t have to. But, it would probably be a bit more comfortable to shower and get in the bed instead, right?” Your smile only grows as you tilt your head back, “You’re right.” You turn the other way to look as you unbuckle your seatbelt before sliding out of the car seat and onto the driveway. He shuts the door for you and follows you to the front door of your home, handing you the keys so you can let them in.  He shuts the door behind you both and heads toward the kitchen, calling up to you as you head up the stairs. “You taking a shower?” He nods and turns toward one of his favorite places (the kitchen) after you confirm, an easygoing grin spreading across his face. 

Upstairs, you disrobe and put your dirty clothes away into the proper place. You turn on the shower and listen to the sound of water pelting tile as you wait for it to warm up. Once you step in, you feel your body immediately relax. The scent of your favorite soap filling the air helps to soothe your senses even more as you lather it across your body. All good things come to an end, and so you stepped out of the shower and dried off before putting on some more comfortable clothes. You would sigh as you open the door and exit your bathroom, escaping the vapors and breathing in fresh air. Soma would be there waiting for you. Sitting on the edge of your shared bed with your favorite treat in his hands, freshly made by him. The way your breath would leave you as you smiled at him said it all. You couldn’t tell if your heart had fluttered or if it had just stopped for a moment. Either way, you couldn’t be happier to have fallen for someone like him. You tell him he didn’t have to as you go to join him in sitting on the bed, looking at him with the softest eyes filled with admiration. He tells you he wanted to, looking at you with that same loving gaze. You two continue to look into each other’s eyes for a few moments before your eye flicker down. You take one of the treats and slowly bring it to your mouth before taking a bite, your eyes fluttering closed as you tried to savor every part of it’s flavor. Before you know it, you’re humming at the way your tastebuds are dancing. It was so good you could feel tingles moving down your spine. “God, I love you,” you murmured, opening your eyes to look at him once more. He chuckles and leans forward to kiss your cheek before returning to his original position.  After finishing the one you took off the plate, you grabbed another, holding it up to him just in front of his lips. He sits there for a second just watching you. You shake it in front of his lips as if to say “just take a bite~.” He raises a brow at you as he takes it with his hand, “You know I made these for you, right?” You smile at him, “I know, but some things just taste better when you share them, you know?” A smile blossoms on his face after that, “God, I love you.” And he took a bite of the treat.

[shokugekinosato]

hi there. im mod sin and my prns are she/her. this is my nsfw shokugeki no soma x reader blog.

requests are always open, so don’t be shy! i usually have no character limit so you can send in like 13 people lol

i can only do female reader due to that being like the only thing i can submerge myself into in x readers

i can do headcanons, imagines/scenarios, oneshots, side characters nobody gives a fuck about, some problematic things but i wont do character x character or others (adults/parents/nonstudents) that arent joichiro yukihira, kojiro shinomiya, azami nakiri, asahi nakiri and/or sarge.

thats like it

last updated: 9/15/21

[babyworld-deactivated20211123]

❝ heavy heart ❞ — manjiro sano.

contains. f!reader, angst, bonten arc but no spoilers, original character for the sake of the story, sugar daddy/sugar baby au, mentions of alcohol drinking, (1) scene of sexual intercourse, suggestive themes, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, creampie, mention of overstimulation, pet names. please lmk if i missed anything else! ^^

wc. 5,000+

notes. originally wrote this for mikey’s birthday but i got into a slump so i had a hard time finishing this but here we are! admittedly not one of my best work i think hhh but i really like writing mikey in angst hhh idk why. anw, i had fun writing this i hope you’ll enjoy reading this as well! rbs and feedbacks are highly appreciated! <3 thank you so much 💗 UNEDITED. please bear with me :>

++ i listened to these songs while writing this, if you can, listen to these songs while reading for dramatic effect hhh hehe ^^ nevertheless by rio, nevertheless by nightoff, whisper by park ji woo, the rose song by rio, sweetbitter by rio, and heavy heart by rio.

It wasn’t supposed to play out like this. When you wished that you needed a helping hand to prevent yourself from drowning, this wasn’t the help that you were thinking of. But you suppose, you couldn’t do anything about it.

Everything that happened after you met him string along thousands of unexpected things — and uncertainties. That at first, you didn’t pay any attention to it. You were too entranced on seeing the slip ups of his smile, how his eyes would crinkle a bit after the sides of his lips would tug upwards… You were too bewitched every time you’d hear his laugh, how he’ll slightly scrunch his nose in the process… you got wrapped up in a bubble where you want to do anything — everything — just to make him happy.

The question floats around the air… how did it come to this?

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[alberivh]

bloodshed

Red resembles tears and lust of greed, yet for tartaglia, the eleventh fatui harbinger, it resembles your suffering and hopeless plea. I don’t want to die, ajax. Is the only thing that kept him alive in his prudent guilt.

characters : childe x gn!reader

contains : major character death, tuberculosis, heavy angst, hurt no comfort, hallucination, kind of thrilling/creepy, mentions of blood.

a/n : i’m giving up on making fluff headcannons, i’m bad at it and i’m not even going to lie. Let’s just stick with those classic major character death angst shall we? (Ah yes i have a really bad writing block so do excuse me)

“here’s the bowl of your porridge my love”

putting the bowl of the porridge in front of him, tartaglia managed to glance a smile at you. The house was dark and empty, the picture of him and you stood up-front beside the paintings you’ve made. The fire-logs wasn’t warmth enough to keep his chills down, especially to the fact he was wearing the same clothes for over 3 weeks now. the porridge he made couldn’t make him smile like usual, everything went cold and sorrow but he only could ask, why?

back to the last 9 months of his life. The month where you both were just a happy new-led couple. Although in here your nightmare began, the warm days childe have try to covered you with are just a plain-distraction from your anxiety. you found yourself in a somewhat-uncomfortable situation. A situation which you don’t even understand at the first place. Hard to explain, but the numbness of it slowly kills your tense. No no, obviously it’s not because of your husband. Your husband is always there for you what more you could ask for? This uncomfortable condition was something you wished you could trade for, something you wish childe could bare to see. but instead it just made you suffer..?

maybe childe has seen through you, he always have after all. so he decided to make you a special porridge. The snzehnayan’s secret porridge he called. it look so plain..yet the texture and smell of it soothes you to dust. Even the once numbness from your throat slowly disappeared into thin memories. Or so you think.

“hmhm…feeling bet—“

one word he told, the second his eyes blew to shock of despair. why are you coughing..? Why are there some splinters of bloodsheds on your hands? Why are you shaking…? are you o—

“fuck i’m sorry ajax, i-im really sorry but i need to search the medicine right away i-i didn’t mean to alright..? a-and the shit burns through my throat, i-i can’t swallow properly i-im scared…” trembling in fear. Your hands were filled with mucus of bloods, trying to stop yourself from vomiting all of it’s blood and dry cough from your mouth. even the engagement ring which lingers to your finger was now an-only splinter of your filthy red-mucus. Your lips was locked by the shed of your panic tears and blood. oh no, the porridge he make…it was all mixed up with your bloodshed.

“i-im really sorry ajax i—“

“We need to see a doctor right away, your bleeding won’t stop..We must act right now my love, no time to waste here, alright?” Scooping your body up, he carries you to the bedroom. he doesn’t mind if your blood sticks through the wrapping of your bed, he doesn’t even mind if you cursed him for not being able to bare the pain with you. He doesn’t mind. As long as the bleeding would stop and you have the chance to rest peacefully, he’ll be very happy to listen to your sound again.

“n-no its fine..uh can you just stay here for a while..? I don’t think this consumption has it’s own medicine..even th—“

“just rest here i’ll call the doctor..please bare for a bit alright? I promise the condition would get better..,” , pushing you to the. bed and chuckling his anxiety. you found a way to approach him without getting out of the bed, maybe embracing him would work..right? The other side of the bed wouldn’t be cold for tonight, the other bowl of the porridge he made wouldn’t be wasted, because you’re here. You’re here to stay with him, you’re here to be loved, yet the word dying is clear in front of your eyes. The bloodshed wouldn’t stop..what will happened to ajax then?

“just please stay, i think i’m about to die sooner or later…but i wouldn’t say i want to…just you know what ajax, i wish we could stay like this forever. I wish..”

“it hurts ajax, holding it hurts.”, a hopeless confession. you embraced him more tightly. The hoarse voice was clear, your pain was unbearable. the tears and sweat wouldn’t stop this easily, especially when the blood couldn’t stop spitting from your own mouth ; that it even fill all of your shirt. A new colored shirt for a dying figure.

the tight embrace was painfully warm. tartaglia could feel some sort of sharp pain from it radiance. what if you’re gone earlier than he expected…what if this warm embrace fade..? what if he couldn’t promise you to stay…and well..? so many what if that it haunts him. It’s safe to say you were dying, embracing your lover already seem so exhausting now. oh archons give him a chance to love you..5 minutes or less as long as he could see you smile, i’ll be happy to serve you till rest, my love.

did he forgot his own promises? Did he…Or did he just left you to dead end? but he is your husband, how come he left you to death, i though i already told you i don’t want to die, ajax. But where are those promises you told me..

Bashing the emergency room open, he found your eyes. But it was sorrow and shallow. Your breathing was very slow, even your heartbeat was quiet. It Barely could be heard by your husband nor detector. All of the breathing ventilators were now connected to your lifeless body, it wouldn’t work, wouldn’t it?

“..stay…” , your mouth shape a form of word, the silence of your voice break him apart. Holding the palm of your hand in his delicate structure, you found yourself smiling to his gaze.

“i’m so sorry…so sorry..” , “i’m the one who loved you yet i couldn’t bring myself to protect you in the sight…how come you still loved me after everything?” Maybe your thoughts of him were wrong, he is selfless and egoistic. A not so perfect match for someone like you to be loved. You lived for him. All this month, you only live for his sake. Aren’t you just too forgiving? The bastard shouldn’t have loved you, you were suffering and it’s time to let go of that realization.

i don’t want to die. i don’t want to. i don’t want to leave you ajax. I don’t want to die…death seems so cruel, it pains me to love you all over again. Im sorry. Im really sorry.

“…stay..”, again and again. You murmured his promises. it’s the only vocabulary you remember from his words. You couldn’t say anything, even when your mind repeating the whole same sentences over and over. His hands are so warm, compared to your blood, it’s disgustingly beautiful.

maybe it softens your guard and it make your husband glance satisfied. You want him to stay till now, you trusted him, you loved him. Even if he pitied you for loving him, he seems to forget the fact you loved him because who he is. You see him smiling and it’s already fullfilled. Your breathing slowly unbreakable, your heartbeart stopped. Glancing to ajax one last time. Your blood would stop and those bloodshed in his food would begone. Maybe it’s the time to bid our farewell ajax..i fulfilled my duty. You smiled and I love you. I love you.

“…thank you ajax…for letting go..” acceptance is the last stage of grief. But for tartaglia, acceptance is a unforgivable stage. The sound of your heartbeat, where is it? Why won’t it comforted him? Are you dead? am i selfish enough to recognize you as my only lover?

there’s no single riddles from his question. Yet He still find it hards to accept you are gone. He doesn’t feel anger, nor the other stages of grief. Denial came and loss begun. He is now just an empty shell of a selfless being. Oh god, you’re dead.

“the porridge is already cold my love..why won’t you eat it?” , he asked to the table and wasted bowl of porridge in front of him. There was no one. No one. All of your paintings are in the living room, your fragrant still lingers through the flowers. But where are you?

asking the empty sit again, he repeated his question. why won’t you eat it? I though you loved my cooking.

but wait…aren’t you already dead? Why does childe, your husband still mourned over you..? but why does he thinks you are alive and leave every bowl of porridge in front of him ever since you died? the painting of you and him, has always stood upwards in the sky of both of your mansion. Yet the figure of you keep growing in childe’s mind. You are alive, it’s a simple hallucination of his.

the figure of you, smiling with your breathing tubes and messy hair like the last time he saw on the hospital was clearer than ever been. His hallucination was a simple word of ‘acceptance’. If the 5 stages of grief was real, childe wouldn’t have to explain the definition of acceptance to himself. But it wasn’t, it was just a simple stages of humans emotion evolution. And if acceptance generally was to approve you are gone, than he must be crazy to think that you are still alive and smiling at him.

“darling, maybe it’s time to change tubes. how about we ignore the porridge first and embrace each other again?”

Dancing alone in the once liveliness of his living room, he was embracing his own dream. A you that he couldn’t accept to be-gone from this world.

TAGLIST : @mika-zuko , @eternism , @zierx, @childeluv , @urujiako , @chichikoi , @noirkkat

[zuluc]

summary: maybe thinking about you affects them more than they thought? or have they really realized just how much you occupy their minds? who knows, but it is pretty cute to know their reactions to you whenever you may be mentioned in conversation

pairings: childe, diluc, & xiao x gn!reader

style & genre: written; fluff, modern!au

notes: the albedo museum date will have to be rescheduled because i found this in my drafts and never remembered to post it haha. to be honest idk what this was supposed to be exactly so i’ll just say a little slice-of-life genre in school with the boys

and also i am living for the friendship pairings i put here

i am so drained from school and i need one of them irl rn please 🤧

Childe

“I’m telling you I’m fine!” Childe scoffs as his friend insists on shoving him in the direction of the nurse’s office. He hisses when a particularly sharp jab is directed into his side and his friend huffs, clearly satisfied at the reaction and annoyed at Childe’s reluctance to get himself checked.

“Fine, you say. You have to stop picking fights when you know you can avoid them.” Kaeya chuckles, knowing this’ll just go in one ear and out the other with him, but it never hurt to try. Especially with the recent information that allowed the blue-haired student to have the upperhand.

A smirk appears on his face and Childe raises an eyebrow in confusion and wariness. “What?”

Kaeya shrugs, a mischievous grin now overtaking his features as he walks ahead of the other. “I suppose that y/n will be sitting alone in the office, waiting for the bell to ring for their next class.” He doesn’t have to turn around to see Childe stop his tracks as he takes in the information.

“Th… They’re in the nurse’s office?” Childe looks up slowly to see Kaeya tilt his head, “Are you messing with me right now?” Kaeya only laughs and walks away, waving his hand in the air. 

“I mean, I did say you should get yourself checked but if you don’t want to then–” Childe doesn’t hear the rest of his friend’s statement as he limps over to the room where you were waiting.

It wasn’t like you knew he would walk in with “minor” injuries, as he says,  and a bright smile on his face that he only seemed to have whenever he was around you.

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[primofate]

Request Continuation: Reader gets hurt/injured

Characters: gn!reader x Xiao

Warning: hurt, injury, not proofread, very little angst

Part 1:  (Diluc, Childe, Albedo, Kaeya)

Part 2:  (Zhongli)

It was not unusual for a traveller like you to go adventuring just for the sole purpose of collecting materials. That was your normal every day grind. Some days were better than others, getting hurt was not something abnormal either but so far, any injury you sustained had been manageable.

If there was one thing that you tried to avoid while you were out gathering materials. One thing you hated to encounter, it was the Ruin Hunter. And yet you were face to face with it. Those cannons. It was your worst nightmare. 

“Mother of Archons just stop shooting!” You yelp as you duck behind a tree again, you were getting really tired. You took a deep breath, and decided to put all your remaining energy into defeating it. You didn’t think there was a way to outrun it at this moment.

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[tellerluna-stories]

frostborn omertà

[A/N: this was supposed to be a quick warmup drabble that i thought would take 15-30 minutes. one hour and several narrow avoidances of ugly crying later, i have whatever this messy ball of angst is. this is totally not self-indulgent whatsoever it’s not like i adore childe or anything aHaHa]

genre: angst

tw: this fic contains mentions of blood and wounds

“Go on.”

A blade as clear and pure as water hovers mere centimeters away from your throat, dripping with some unknown substance— was it your blood or his? Or was it from the blade itself? Your head is too fogged with pain to think straight.

“She ordered you to eliminate me at all costs, didn’t she?” Your voice is feeble, your strength spent from exhaustion; you had known from the very beginning that you were no match for Tartaglia in the battlefield, but you still chose to face him in spite of that. Now he knelt over your fallen form, his blade pressed to your neck.

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[tartagliaxx]

Okay okay okay!. Hear me out, superior black tea with kazuha *laughs menacingly* hehehehehe

" THE 101 DEFINITIONS OF LOVE "

what was love?

the old lady that sells you apples describes it like this: love is the yawning night spent reminiscing the days of yore. it's the bitter aftertaste of the coffee beans you have grown and brewed on your own. its lingering aroma fills the cracks of silence and you find that nostalgia and your home-brew go hand in hand as it attempts to comfort a soul far too gone. when their feeble attempts inevitably fail, the first tear falls. that is love. the mourning over the lost, the blood that never dries even after years of passing, the pain that lingers even when it has no more reason to. love is everything grand — it's the farewell, the war, and above all, it's everything that follows; ever-present rain and no shine. love is perhaps, finding the memoirs laid forgotten in the ruins of what has transpired and weeping for yesterday, now, and tomorrow.

but kazuha disagreed. he was a poet at heart and his solitary gaze ricochets around the world that still appeared beautiful to him even after its grime seeped through the soil. he doesn't prefer the rain, finding it impractical for his travels and he hates the storms that have come to grey out your eyes when you remember that loving has left you in tears far too many times. too much of that, he replied when you asked him why he refused to accept the old lady's definition. there have been too many storms in his life, what use was welcoming yet another one?

"wouldn't it be better if love was the aftermath of the storm? drops of water trickling down vibrant leaves rejuvenated, cracks of light breaking the thunder's wails... is love not optimism amidst tragedy — home in forsaking?"

kazuha liked thinking that love was not anywhere close to being grand. rather, it's mundanity at its finest. the first prayer of the day — whispered under blankets of cotton and not of well-maintained shrines. it is religion without the disagreement, worship without the contradictions. he tells you this as he brings you a cup of tea — black as you like it with his good morning as the honey and his kiss as the lightening milk. you realized then that you like your tea steaming because that equates to his ruby eyes flaming up with silent passion. it burns you a little but it was fine. one look from him and you feel your insides warming up with a giddy glee that you only read in romance novels. is this love?

"i believe so... when the kettle begins to sing and i pour over your tea — my mind does not see the cup. i only see you occupying my thoughts and even when i take it into my hands to take a sip, i only ever wish to be tasting you instead."

what is love?

ironically, neither was right. as you shake his subtle flirting off, lips automatically twisted into a smile you tried to hide behind your cup of morning tea, you realized one thing: love can only be silent reverie and boiling affection. it can only be a cup freely offered every day without fail and it can only be familiar patched-up fragments.

what will be love?

love can and will only be a man named kaedehara kazuha.

[tartagliaxx]

Okay okay okay!. Hear me out, superior black tea with kazuha *laughs menacingly* hehehehehe

" THE 101 DEFINITIONS OF LOVE "

what was love?

the old lady that sells you apples describes it like this: love is the yawning night spent reminiscing the days of yore. it's the bitter aftertaste of the coffee beans you have grown and brewed on your own. its lingering aroma fills the cracks of silence and you find that nostalgia and your home-brew go hand in hand as it attempts to comfort a soul far too gone. when their feeble attempts inevitably fail, the first tear falls. that is love. the mourning over the lost, the blood that never dries even after years of passing, the pain that lingers even when it has no more reason to. love is everything grand — it's the farewell, the war, and above all, it's everything that follows; ever-present rain and no shine. love is perhaps, finding the memoirs laid forgotten in the ruins of what has transpired and weeping for yesterday, now, and tomorrow.

but kazuha disagreed. he was a poet at heart and his solitary gaze ricochets around the world that still appeared beautiful to him even after its grime seeped through the soil. he doesn't prefer the rain, finding it impractical for his travels and he hates the storms that have come to grey out your eyes when you remember that loving has left you in tears far too many times. too much of that, he replied when you asked him why he refused to accept the old lady's definition. there have been too many storms in his life, what use was welcoming yet another one?

"wouldn't it be better if love was the aftermath of the storm? drops of water trickling down vibrant leaves rejuvenated, cracks of light breaking the thunder's wails... is love not optimism amidst tragedy — home in forsaking?"

kazuha liked thinking that love was not anywhere close to being grand. rather, it's mundanity at its finest. the first prayer of the day — whispered under blankets of cotton and not of well-maintained shrines. it is religion without the disagreement, worship without the contradictions. he tells you this as he brings you a cup of tea — black as you like it with his good morning as the honey and his kiss as the lightening milk. you realized then that you like your tea steaming because that equates to his ruby eyes flaming up with silent passion. it burns you a little but it was fine. one look from him and you feel your insides warming up with a giddy glee that you only read in romance novels. is this love?

"i believe so... when the kettle begins to sing and i pour over your tea — my mind does not see the cup. i only see you occupying my thoughts and even when i take it into my hands to take a sip, i only ever wish to be tasting you instead."

what is love?

ironically, neither was right. as you shake his subtle flirting off, lips automatically twisted into a smile you tried to hide behind your cup of morning tea, you realized one thing: love can only be silent reverie and boiling affection. it can only be a cup freely offered every day without fail and it can only be familiar patched-up fragments.

what will be love?

love can and will only be a man named kaedehara kazuha.

[everafterkeiji]

𝐜𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲. | 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧! 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐨

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“ i know i’ll fall in love with you baby and that’s not what i wanna do ”

If you were asked to describe what it felt like for him to be in love with you, what proof of life will you give to make sure you weren’t just hallucinating?

“More.” He breathed as you nodded, heavy pants while your lips reconnect due to his demands but the tight grip on your waist wasn’t the sign of relief you were looking for as the pent up tension escalates into disarray until Mikey’s hand creeps to the base of your neck, such fragile movements with your skin being tinted by the sin in his hands.

And just like that, such darling darksome eyes ruin your heart while he retracts his temporary affection from you.

“I need to go.”

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[keimisan]

↪ I wish I were heather - m.sano

pairing: manjiro sano x gn!reader

— in which mikey knows you're not his to hold.

words: 781

songs: heather- conan gray can we kiss forever- kina

Maybe it wasn’t akin to the future he dreamed of, maybe it turned out to be rather presumptuous, maybe rather too contradictory to what he wanted- maybe none at all. But he, in his normal state of mind, had never thought that his flower of hopes, dwindles of his deepest sentiments, and love of his comforts would get swayed this easily by none other than his closest friend.

He knew it wasn’t mitsuya’s fault, none at all, since all he did was exist as the extremely talented being as he is; live on life as if he was arranging scattered pieces of cards little by little - and beautifully.

Maybe that was what attracted you as well, the subtle carefreeness in the midst of amusement and the serious, committed gaze of his eyes while at work. Maybe he fed your sempiternal need for perfection in life, the need for sequence, and the need for a flutter.

mikey wanted to be that person to you. He wanted to be the sunlight that smothers you in the morning, to be the smooth lukewarm wind in the autumn, and to be the vague inspiration that motivates you to go on in the middle of the night. Maybe it was all too selfish of him in regards to hopes of finding himself beside you, laughing and smiling with him under all verdancy of affection.

love me, love me.

But turned out you were a floating feather of a river that remained drenched in honeyed and sweet waters; swirled into paradisiac patterns unguided by anyone else- like the subtle fleeting of a ballerina- and you wished, you looked for someone to take you to the shore and offer you a path of guidance, to show you a world full of rhapsodies.

And he. He was the same. The same but a little more ragged piece of feather adrift at sea with no direction and no one to salvage him. He was lost, terrified and a neglect that no one would opt to extricate from the prickling swamp of world’s existence. Of course, you didn’t want him, an imperfection. Of course, you wanted the hand that lifted you up from the waters and showed you the tips of mountains and grass, the baedeker to your lost old map. But his mind screamed the same old words,

love me, love me.

So when he accepted the premeditated fate of rejection and still, with firm footsteps, approached you- completely knowing that his wishes were akin to a butterfly finding warmth in winter, like an ancient prisoner wanting more than stale bread, like a human lost in ocean desiring sweet river water - he knew it was hopeless, useless and everything on that line; but his persistent will told him to get this off his chest. So he did.

He brought a single rose to you and his trembling lips, dry as a dead leaf, enunciated, I am wanting an island in place of a cottage, I know it’s too much of me to ask. Even though you won’t reciprocate, I will say. —"I like you, have liked you since the day we held hands" — and the night you fetched clean snow, for me, to make a snowman I believed wasn’t possible. So I will say, you are my hope. And even if you won’t let me be yours, you’ll forever be my sunlight of hopes.

love me, love me.

And then you laughed, quite loudly and nonchalantly. Your head tipping back, while your eyes crinkled like a crescent moon and your lips, took him as a boffola.

“you must be joking. I’m sure there are others behind that rake waiting to laugh.”

He didn’t want to break that beautiful smile of yours, or the jubilant sparkle of your eyes that considered his words to be a travesty to the expression of love- he didn't want to break your propitious presumption and utter the words better left unsaid.

While your smile paints the sky with colors more than his palette has ever smeared, more than the rainbows can ever hold- he looks down to the black ground, the sentiments at the back of his eyes threatening, brooding above his heart.

“this is not a joke.”

While your eyes, are on the dark sky above, he mutters something much heavier than the steady night could shoulder; something much darker than the dawn could challenge, something much saner than the turbulence of his heart. In the cold chilly night. He whispers that he’s okay, that he’s alright with the curve of your lips, alright with your happiness that wasn’t him.

He whispers that he didn’t need the love that wrecked your happiness to shards, shards even mitsuya can’t put together.

‘love me, love me.’

'love me, not him, love me, not him.'

He whispers to the cold wind.

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Fight Attendant: Before takeoff, please make sure all small items are secure.

Draken: *stares at Mikey*

Mikey: What?

Draken: *whispers* Do you feel secure?

Mikey: OH FUCK YOU

[mommysano]

Stay ~ Manjiro Sano

Author: @mahitopegger

Word Count: 730

Pairing: Manjiro Sano x Reader

Summary: Mikey acts like he wants you to leave but you know he never really does.

A/N: I hate Mikey but happy birthday to him I guess. This is fluff. Please let me know what you think!

When you caught Manjiro Sano’s gaze in Nakano years after leaving Tokyo, he didn’t think you would so stubbornly make a place for yourself in his life. But he had been weak as loneliness ate him away, agreeing to have a drink with you down the streets. You had changed a lot and not at all was what he noticed under the multicoloured lights of the bar you had picked.

He found it strange how you had recognized his deep black eyes instantly until he realized he would have recognized your lips as easily. But you were a grown woman now, not the little girl he had kissed because he had found her pretty in the deserted playground of your old neighbourhood.

As happy as you had been to catch him again after so long, the distance between you two was evident. It wasn’t difficult to see that the innocent little boy you had known was gone. But when you managed to make him smile you figured that maybe you still knew him. So you asked him to meet you again. He refused and yet you crossed paths again.

He couldn’t say no another time or maybe he could have but you always made it so tempting to stay. You didn’t know who he had become, he wasn’t Bonten’s leader to you he was just Mikey and that was as scary as it was comforting. But what you didn’t know couldn’t hurt you right? Besides he would be gone before you got too close, he would make sure of that.

Except he didn’t and he got caught in your embrace and kept in place by your kiss. As the realization hit him he was filled with horror.

He was in love.

Yes, Mikey was burning again like he hadn’t in a very long time. But his heart was fragile, he couldn’t give it to you even though you gave him yours. It was too dangerous, he had told you. Despite being a villain he could still feel and heartless people could and would use you against him and he couldn’t bear to lose again.

So it was almost begging that he asked you to walk away from him, but you couldn’t do it, as selfish as it was. You wanted to stay, no matter the cost and he realized from that point that all he could do was shield you as you followed him to hell. And yet it was heaven that you offered him, his ear against your heartbeat as he found sleeping peaceful again.

He always held you so tightly at night, you noticed as if he was scared you would vanish. Because what was holding you back honestly? His love couldn’t be worth all that suffering after all?

“Why are you always trying to make me leave?” you asked, tears running down your cheeks, exhausted from always fighting. “Because I love you more than anything.”

The voice in which he said those words showed that he was unable to see the contradiction here but you did every time.

“Then I’ll leave,” you said, moving closer, taking his hand in yours. “But only when you hate me more than anything.”

Mikey felt like he should pull away as usual. But that wasn’t what he wanted to do. So he let you, deep black eyes watching as you kissed his hand softly before his fingers wiped off your tears.

“I can’t do this.” “Then I can’t leave,” you explained.

You had lost count of how many times you had said those last few words. But you didn’t care you would tell them to Mikey again and again. You figured this was probably more reassuring than anything else to him despite what he was meant to believe. He stayed quiet but let himself fall into your arms as you pulled him closer.

“Don’t leave,” he whispered to himself, head against your chest and arms holding you tightly.

You smiled, playing with his white hair softly.

“Never again,” you promised.

He rested against your body for a moment while your fingertips traced over his tattoo, then you pulled away slightly, pushing him onto your shared bed gently. You laid on top of him, kissing his lips softly while his arms tightened around you again. Mikey wouldn’t make it without you but all that mattered was that he had you right now.

[sie-rui]

❀ ON MY WAY TO SOMEWHERE | TOKYO REVENGERS

— going on a road trip with toman

; w i t h sano manjirou ( + tokyo manji gang )

; w a r n i n g gender neutral, second pov (you/your), cursing, fluff, humor, au - everyone lives / nobody dies, timeline: future au, highschool, platonic relationship

; a / n a little late to some countries but here’s a happy mikey with toman for his birthday.

; l i n k s playlist

“Where the fuck is the meat?”

“Why the fuck would you bring meat?” Peyan retorts, scrunching his nose. They were going to a goddamn mountain, shouldn’t they be bringing vegetables or snacks instead for the movie night? Even he was capable enough to know that!

As far as Baji knew, meat was for whenever and wherever you want to eat them.

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Going stargazing with them

characters: sano manjiro, matsuno chifuyu, hanemiya kazutora

warnings: timeskip! kazutora, spoiler in kazuora’s part, pure fluff, no pronouns used for reader

a/n: this night i saw many shooting stars soo i just had to write this

Deadass fell asleep💀

Well before that, he ate most of the snacks he brought for the two of you.

Then, Mikey settled his head down on your lap, looking at you staring mesmerized at the many stars in the sky.

He thought that you looked absolutely breathtaking with the stars reflecting in your eyes and your hair softly moving because of the gentle breeze.

And he didn’t hesitate to bluntly tell you what he thought: “You look really beautiful right now.”

That was legit all he said. Not even a second later, he turned around to lay on his side and fell asleep.

So Mikey didn’t notice how you looked down and gave him a sweet little smile before stroking his hair with one hand and continuing to admire the night sky.

Chifuyu had read enough romance mangas to know exactly how a stargazing date had to look like.

And he also planned everything out from picking you up to setting up the blanket and the snacks.

You were laying next to each other, holding hands and pointing out things you saw in the sky.

Everything was perfect, the two of you already saw a few shooting stars and the whole atmosphere in general was just comfortable.

But there was one significant thing that Chifuyu forgot when he was planning the date. To check the weather.

Yes, he really thought about everything except the weather.

So it was a surprise for you both when suddenly rain began to pour down.

Chifuyu felt sad that the rain ruined your date that he planned out to the last detail and he almost wanted to apologize to you when he saw the big smile on your face.

You stood up, looked at your boyfriend sitting in the rain and held out your hand: “Come on Fuyu, let’s dance!”

And so the two of you ended up dancing in the rain, which was honestly not too bad either.

You two went stargazing the same night he got released from prison.

A few years had passed and even though you tried to stay in contact as much as possible, there was still a lot of catching up to do.

So here you were, on top of a little hill, staring at the stars in silence, letting all the information you just exchanged sink in.

That was when you saw it. A shooting star.

Excitedly, you pointed it out to Kazutora while silently making a wish.

After you opened your eyes, you looked to your boyfriend, asking if he too made a wish.

But he just shook his head: “My wish already came true.”

When you didn’t answer, he continued: “I wanted to be with you again.”

Tearing up a little, you hugged Kazutora and tried to hide your face in his chest.

“Thanks for waiting for me, y/n.”, he whispered.

“I’ll always wait for you, Tora.”

[vampzv]

Still loveing you

Bonten!Mikey x gn!reader

Summary: You still love Mikey after he changed

“No matter what, I will never leave your side!” Is what you told Mikey the day Toman got disband. So here you where, sitting on a couch at the Bonten hideout with Mikey doing some business related paperwork. You watched silently as his tiered eyes scanned the pages, exhaustion written all over his face. He felt your gaze resting on his form, so when he looked up to meet your eyes he gave you a tiny smile “Is something wrong, love?” Love, a pet name he only used when you tow where alone, when nobody could see that even tho Mikey was the cold and ruthless leder of bonten he still had a soft spot for you, the only light that kept him away from complete falling into the deep depths of his darkness. “You look exhausted, why don’t you come lay down a bit.” You expected him to say no and that those papers where important and he needed to finish them as fast as possible,  but to your surprise he just sighed and slowly made his way over to your sitting form. Head falling immediately into your lap. You reflexively brought your hands up to his hair and started brushing your finger trough it. After a few minutes of comfortable silence Mikey was the one to break it “Thank you” your hands stopped “Thank you for staying by my side, I Love you.” A soft smile grazed your lips as you bend down to give him a kiss on his temple “I love you too, always.”