IM VRYING WHY MUST IT BE BER AHHSHAJZJJZ IT COULD BE MONA OR QIQI BUT WHY WHY DID YOU COME HOME IN THIA

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."

Somebody send request pwease

our secret.

secret relationship trope.

pairings: diluc, scaramouche, xiao + gender neutral reader

author's note: fluff!! also might make a pt.2, what characters would y'all like to see for that? (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

☆ diluc: modern au

the red-haired male simply rolls his eyes, ignoring his irritating brother, kaeya, and his teasings of the mysterious keychain stuck to diluc's belt loop.

the keychain is of a very cute, miniature green dinosaur, which feels very uncharacteristic for someone like diluc ragnvindr to have. and kaeya knows his brother, does he not? the very man who's stoic face and aura drives most women looking for romance away, has a dinosaur looped to his belt.

...it's definitely odd.

every question about the keychain from his brother goes straight through diluc's ear and right out of the other, but once diluc's wine bar closes for the night, kaeya finally leaves out of the door (thankfully! ).

yet the next following afternoon, when kaeya goes out for a relaxing lunch break with his co-workers, he notices that there's a familiar looking bracelet wrapped around your wrist as you wave your hand around and talk to jean.

and what do you know... it's a blue dinosaur...?? that looks very similar to diluc's keychain??

when kaeya asks you about it after your conversation, you calmly respond with a "oh, this? amber got it for me! it's cute isn't it?" while lisa fawns over it, kaeya concludes that there's no way you and diluc are matching accessories, leaving it at that.

you don't mention that amber gave you those in a pack of two.

when it's time to go back to your offices, you let out a discreet sigh of relief and keep a calm smile on your face. because after all, kaeya noticing your bracelet lets you know that your lover did wear his matching keychain, in the end. even after he told you he wouldn't be able to use such a thing.

☆ scaramouche: canon universe

dropping a little something on accident during a harbinger meeting is practically considered normal. you just crouch down, pick it back up, and everybody moves on with the talking.

sometimes it may be childe dropping a pencil, la signora dropping a pen, or dottore accidentally letting a paper slip away. sometimes it's even you who drops something, but nobody ever dotes on it for too long before continuing.

in the current meeting of the day, a pen accidentally slips out of your palm— but as usual, it's no big deal. you bend down to pick it up, but as soon as you get back up, you can feel scaramouche's hand gently cover the back of your head so you don't hit it harshly against the underside of the table.

you sit back into your chair and mumble him a quick thank you, but everyone else around the table still seems to notice it; especially childe who currently has the biggest wide-eye look on his face. but who would dare interrupt the tsaritsa about it during the meeting?

when the meeting is eventually over and childe points it out afterwards, the cobalt-haired male just scoffs in reply that it was "common human decency". and of course, childe has to mention that scaramouche never did that for him— cue the two of them starting a reckless banter in the hallway. even la signora throws you a curious look.

unbeknownst to you, though, all scaramouche can think about is the urge to explain that childe that he isn't his lover, so why should he cover the ginger's head?

but of course, the relationship between you two should be kept a secret... for now.

☆ xiao: highschool au

truthfully xiao does not mind having a private, romatic relationship with his partner. in fact, he prefers it— to be able to be affectionate with his lover with no one there to judge him on the sidelines.

yet... having a secret relationship does have its downsides.

for example: when xiao cannot be found during a lunch break one day, he is unfortunately interrogated by a certain someone when he arrives back to the classroom for the next class. of course there's a bombard of questions from hu tao, 'cause where on earth could xiao could've have gone in that time?? especially when he usually hangs out with her, keqing, and ganyu?

in the end, xiao flatly responds to the main question of "where were you?" with a simple "nowhere", having to sit through the feeling of hu tao's eyes digging suspicious holes into the back of his head during class.

well, what else is he supposed to do? explain that he was exchanging secret hugs with you in the empty classroom on the floor above, and revealing both of your relationship statuses in the meantime?

you had texted him previously that you had failed a test he knew you studied really hard for (because you came over to his house to study), and just something in him despite being the tsundere he is knew to comfort you somehow. and apparently he was right and that physical affection was your main love language, cause tucking your face into his chest and patting the back of your head gently got you to feel better.

...but obviously, xiao won't be informing his friends about that anytime soon. so avoiding questions will have to do for now.

cat of war part ii

Art block kicked my ass so I pumped these out in spite

I hope reblogging your works is okay

Absolutely love you work the one had me crying but I didn’t cry enough may I request Mitsuya angst where the s/o get caught up in a fight and dies or like dies in his arms sorry for my English bad

❀ PLEASE DON’T GO | TOKYO REVENGERS

— mitsuya realizes the pain of lost

; w i t h mitsuya takashi

; w a r n i n g gender neutral, second pov (you/your), cursing, angst, hurt no comfort, mentioned canonical character death, reader death, au - canon divergence, established relationship, scenario

; a / n set in one of the futures where touman went to shit

; l i n k s similar works are my hold on for me series. song title

Mitsuya remembered.

When they were fifteen, he had attended a funeral. It was Emma’s. He remembered seeing Draken up front, back straight but a sense of melancholy hanging all around him. His face was blank but his eyes were dark, a sea of waves that carried his tears flashed on those eyes.

Draken didn’t say anything but other than Mikey and the older Sano, Mitsuya knew that he was the one hurting the most. The girl he loved was right in front of him, only cold, only dead.

Mitsuya realized.

It didn’t matter if you were fifteen or if you were twenty-one. Lost does not get easier. It doesn't get easier with time. Nor does it get easier when you’re older. Because the fact that you lost someone, someone you loved with all your heart, doesn’t ever change.

Despite knowing that this was the path Touman chose, that this was the path that led them to the underworld, Mitsuya never imagined losing someone while he walks this road. He never thought about being in the same pain Draken was in, not even the pain Mikey nor Chifuyu carries on their shoulders.

Mitsuya stands there, feeling his heart drop to his chest as he kneels down to catch you.

Instead of anger bubbling inside him as the perpetrator runs away, gun in their hands, fear only stirs deep in his stomach as he catches you.

It had happened too fast, almost faster than he could blink. One moment you were standing right beside him, talking with a small smile as the two of you passed by an alleyway on your way home after a Touman meeting; on the other, a gunshot rang out and Mitsuya was reaching out as you tip forwards.

Blood starts to bloom on the front of your shirt, painting it a sick color of red as your eyes are wide in shock and pain. Your mouth is slightly agape, trying to take in breaths but your pupils are dilated.

Mitsuya fumbles for his phone as the other hand pushes on the wound, your head on his lap. It had barely missed your heart but the shot was lethal and you could die of blood loss and go into shock.

“Y/n? Y/n? Hey, can you hear me love?” He mumbles, almost hysterical as the phone keeps on ringing. Why wasn’t Draken picking up? “Please Y/n, just- just keep your eyes open okay?”

He can’t call an ambulance, he can’t call the police. After treating you, the two of you would get arrested for being members of Touman. It would save your life but only for a while. You were most likely to get the death penalty with him, Touman is known for its cruelty after all.

Mitsuya picks another number. He doesn’t know who he’s calling this time but he knows that it’s one of the captains, hopefully, someone near them. Blood is on his hands and it’s warm and it’s leaving your body, leaving you on the brink of falling asleep forever.

He puts it on speaker, putting the phone down on the concrete and pressing both hands on the wound instead. “Y/n, hey… You’re alright- you’re alright.”

Mitsuya tries to smile. All he knows is that it’s teary and it’s fake.

You were staring at him, lips quivering and eyes blinking slowly, trying to see, trying to focus. “You’re doing good. Just keep on taking deep breaths for me, okay?” Please don’t go.

Nahoya is the one who picks up. “Yo, Mitsuya. Need anything-”

“I sent the location. Y/n’s bleeding out.”

“Got it.”

Short and firm, Nahoya hangs up. Mitsuya trusts that he’ll be here with backup and their assigned medic. Hopefully not too late.

“Hey, you know that it’s my birthday in two weeks right?” He holds you closer, counting the seconds that passed by, counting the seconds left before you completely bleed out.

Your eyelids were heavier now, gaze a little more unfocused from all the blood lost. Breaths a little shorter than before. “You said that you had a surprise for me,” he laughs but it was joyless, only filled with so much desperation. “You better give your best in surprising me.”

He blinks and his tear lands on your cheek. Only then does he notice the small smile on your lips. Don’t smile at me.

It’s as if you’re trying to form words with your gaze.

Don’t look at me as if it’s the last.

Lips quirked up just a little more as if telling him that it was going to be alright.

Please don’t go.

A few more tears leave his eyes and land on your face. “I’m so sorry, Y/n.”

I don’t want to attend another funeral.

I don’t want to lose another person.

Time ticks a little faster.

I don’t want to lose you.

When a car skids to a stop right beside them, Nahoya and Souya stumble out with a few more vehicles behind. One of the trained paramedics approached Mitsuya but he dares not let you go.

A second too late. They were a second too late.

You had closed your eyes and it wasn’t long before you had stopped breathing right before him and Mitsuya can only hold you.

Relationship hcs for Eliza, Filla, Ms. Fortune, Parasoul, and Valentine?

Reader is gender neutral

CW (CONTENT WARNING): Swearing, blood mention, violence mention, slight(??) spoilers for those who dont know the girls’ lore

| Filia |

- Eddie and Venom whomst

- Legit, this is literally like what would happen if you dated Eddie and Venom except they’re from a shounen horror anime. Get used to Samson butting in whenever you and Filia we’re supposed to go on dates for just the two of you. It slowly became bearable, with Samson having to lessen his quips about everything and Filia having to be less angry to Samson. It was awkward at first, most other times frustrating, but things worked out in the end.

- She’s a high schooler, so expect majority of your dates to consist of visiting cute little cafes or diners that she spots. Most of them were for real cheap that her wallet is happy of despite her lineage and the aesthetics of the cafes were so cute that it’s a win-win. Even Samson wasn’t complaining about how the food tastes.

- Such a shy girl when she’s with her partner. Samson just loves it when his host acts so flustered towards her mate that it gives him prime opportunity to use Filia’s hair to leave teasing touches; when you two are hugging, he pinches Filia’s waist just so she can hug tighter. You might get a laugh out of it but Filia can’t help but pout at Samson for being a jerk.

- She thinks that kissing you on the areas closest to your lips are pretty daring so she makes it a mission to kiss the entirety of your face except your lips. You find this cute, but there’s nothing that Filia can stop when you’re the one who starts initiating small pecks on her lips.

| Eliza |

- This… person… is a fickle thing. She’s survived centuries of deceptions and hidden deals that having a significant other in her many different lives is a joke that she can laugh over with craft beer.

- She won’t be taking this relationship seriously as regular couples. As much as it stings, she’s already abandoned her heart a long time ago. She and Sekhmet agreed on this. Nothing and no one will ever weave their lives into theirs as intimately as they are. Maybe a bit of casual dates here and there, a bit of night stands, some drinks to go around, but never going so far as to dealing with emotions.

- So many inside jokes about Egyptian mythology, it’s lowkey getting annoying. You didn’t peg Eliza to be a myth junkie but maybe it was the influence of Sekhmet. Not a minute goes by without Eliza having to say a joke about how your blood appeases Sekhmet whenever you two go at it.

- She likes it when you watch her sing in Bastet’s Den. Eliza gets a little pump in her system and accidentally shows the excitement in her singing. It’s not noticeable by regular people but Albus and Horace notice the immediate difference.

- Eliza’s favorite thing to do with you is chill with her in her private bath in the Bath of Tefnut. With a can of beer in hand, soft music playing on the radio, with an arm wrapped around your waist… it’s the perfect evening for her. So long as there’s no disrupting little blood banks meowing or an annoying little parasite complaining, there’s nothing that can ruin this evening.

| Ms. Fortune |

- Whether you’re into it or not, she will vehemently use so many puns.

- Friend or lover, she’s always up and in your face like a regular cat. There’s not a single body part of her that isn’t touching you, be it her hands or her head resting on your lap as her body drapes over your back. You should honestly get used to her touch-starved antics.

- Loves to prank you by cutting off her limbs and pretend she accidentally amputated herself. It also doesn’t help that her blood can turn into yarn. The term ‘tangled in your own limbs’ takes on a more literal meaning as you get wrapped up in her limbs as she nibbles your neck as you sigh once more at your predicament. Honestly you don’t know who could be more clingy, her or an actual cat.

- She’s always roughing it up against Medici scum so you’re her private nurse. And in payment, it’s either you listen to her cattastic puns about you being such an angel or hugs and kisses. It’s sometimes both. You can’t really stay mad at her cracking jokes but still… someday something’s going to happen to that Lifestone inside of her.

- Dates usually go inside Little Innsmouth where Lilith is your personal waitress. Sometimes-or a lot of times-Ms. Fortune wears a little bowtie on her neck just to feel extra fancy when all that it is you two are doing is eating hot pot under a dingy ceiling lamp. It’s the thought that counts though, as you and she tell each other what transpired in your lives and what you want in the future.

| Parasoul |

- Her kingdom comes first. You and Umbrella are second.

- Don’t take it personally. Parasoul prioritizes her kingdom’s safety above all else. She would never permit another incident happen like with her mother. As much as a stubborn person as she is, it was Umbrella who had to snap sense into her sister that she has another loved one to talk to.

- I’m not saying you should abuse the fact that Parasoul is loaded… she’s doing my job for me actually. She doesn’t hesitate to let you know that she can literally buy anything for you if you just ask. She really likes to spoil if that wasn’t obvious.

- Her version of dates are training regimens in the palace. She can’t be too careful with the crimes today, so she takes up her time to train you with your weapon of choice to defend yourself. It’s like taking a weight off her shoulders when she knows that you’re capable of taking care of yourself.

- Loves to cherish the time you, her, and Umbrella share together. Even mundane ice cream dates where the Black Egrets are surveying the area for threats. Parasoul greatly enjoys dates like this because she feels as though this is close to a real family outing. She can forget about her burdens as she stares at you and Umbrella with absolute adoration.

| Valentine |

- First off: how the fuck.

- Valentine… hoo boy. This woman experienced way more pain than anyone else here (I don’t count Eliza bc this is some cold dead bitch) so for her having a significant other is so far off.

- She can’t give you normal dates. With her personal mission and her job at Lab Zero and everything, she can’t really spend time with you unless you were an assistant at Lab Zero as well. Maybe an unfortunate soul who became an experiment to a Parasite or maybe a human slave brought in by Brain Drain himself. She could only provide small talk and some pieces of moderately expensive dark chocolate as a “date”.

- Either way, she keeps her distance to everybody, especially you. The untimely demise of The Last Hope group still haunts her to this day, and nothing will ever stop her goal. She still keeps you in mind, however, as she gets you little gifts that reminds her of you. Surprisingly isn’t the type to joke about giving you an actual heart when it’s you.

- Remember when I said she keeps you in mind? She means it. Just like in her origin story, she keeps all of her comrades weapons and uses them all the time. She memorizes your fighting style and uses it to her advantage. Even if you don’t fight, she has a semblance of you strapped to her clothes, like maybe a hairpin or a brooch. Valentine keeps all things precious in her heart, and you’re one of them.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

imagine chifuyu really sick and reader going to take care of him, and hes just really out of character and saying the things that crosses his mind because he has no filter thanks to the fever

LMAO WAIT IM SO GLAD YOU GAVE ME THIS POWER

chifuyu pressing his face into your stomach while he’s laying on your lap and you flinch when you feel something moist glide over your stomach. you’re like “wtf chifuyu did you just lick me” and he mumbles “you smell good” knowing damn well he can’t smell a thing. you ask him what he means, but he’s already passed out and drooling on your thigh

chifuyu sprawled on the kitchen floor with his eyes shut and murmuring “man, what i would give to lick peanut butter off your spine”

chifuyu staring mindlessly at the wall and asking “do you ever wonder what happens after we die?” like bruh just take the fucking medicine

it’s 3 AM and you choke on a sip of water when you spot chifuyu’s shadow standing in the dark doorway like 🧍 and he just fiddles with the hem of his shirt and mumbles “i threw up”

him laying on you and murmuring incoherently, and you cease all movement when you hear him grumble “i knew i should’ve beat takemichi’s ass”

him forgetting you have a pet and waking up to see its beady eyes staring at him and flinching like “yo what the fUCK is that”