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manias-wordcount · 7 days ago

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hellooo could I request for a rei suwa x assassin reader. reader saves kazuki and rei from a mission they nearly screwed 🤔

I'm not so sure with prompts but I miss rei suwa 😞😞 thanks in advance if you do write my request!!

Backseat Angel (Rei Suwa x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗼! 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 𝗲𝗵𝗲𝗵𝗲𝗵!

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚!! 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗼𝗿 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗮 𝗴𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘁 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗱𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 (𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆'𝗿𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝘁𝗺𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝗼 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝘀 𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝗟𝗠𝗔𝗢)

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

The sound of Kazuki cursing from the driver’s seat feels so far away. The hum of the car and the roar of its speed sounds like a distant memory. And the occasional gunshot grazing the sides of the car, scraping up the metal, and embedding itself into the machine don’t even feel real anymore. And how could they?

Rei is far too busy looking at you to care if anything is real right now.

It’s foolish of him. He knows he should be paying more attention to the fact that the target’s men are still hot on their tail. He knows he should be preparing to offer cover fire the second he gets a clear enough shot or the moment Kazuki asks for it. He knows he should be doing instead o…instead of doing this.

His spacing out on the job is what had you swooping in and playing back up despite the clear fact that this isn’t your mission. Nor is it your territory. He’s lucky you were close enough in the areas that you were able to make it over in no time at all. But he doesn’t even know if you’ll be able to get a fair split of the pay from the job. If you’ll even get paid at all, that is. Either way, the bottom line is, that the danger isn’t over. The mission hasn’t been fully completed. Their lives are still at stake. Everyone in this car is still fighting for their survival. But he just couldn’t stop staring.

He just couldn’t stop looking at you.

When did you get so pretty?

He never noticed you in this way. He never looked at you in this way. But now that the three of you are driving away from a mission that would have been completely botched if it weren’t for your timely arrival, it feels like everything has slowed down. Time has begun to crawl, and his eyes can’t seem to stop looking away from you. Did you always look like this? Did you always dress like that? Have you always been this pretty?

Rei doesn’t know. He doesn’t know how or why his attraction for you just started right now of all time when he’s been working around you for years at this point. But either way, he decides that he’s lucky. He’s lucky that you swooped in at the right moment and sniped the man who once had a pistol pressed to the back of his head. He’s lucky that you were more than willing to provide cover fire just long enough for Kazuki to come over and snap some sense back into him. He’s lucky that even though you were hit while helping them get away, you still made sure that all three of you were able to escape while taking out the target.

And perhaps most of all, he’s lucky that he’s in the passenger seat right now. Sitting next to Kazuki and only occasionally glancing at the road in front of and behind them as the other man drives. He never noticed it before, but the way Kazuki keeps his rearview mirror doesn’t just give him a good view of the cars behind them. It gives Rei a perfect view of the back seat too. It gives Rei the perfect view of you.

You as you rest your head against the back of your seat and close your eyes as heavy breaths pass through your parted lips. You as you struggle to control your nerves now and squirm every time you hear a bullet come too close because you’ve shot all your guns clean of ammo. You who can’t help but hold the side of your stomach and squeeze around the area where the bullet grazed the edge of your skin, whining softly under your breath in a way that tells the whole car that you’re okay for now but you can’t go without treatment forever. And just…just you who somehow manages to look so helpless and vulnerable despite being the only reason why Rei can still be in the chair just in front of you and silently observe your every move. As if you’ll disappear and he’ll find himself back in immediate danger the moment he takes his eyes off of you.

“Thank you,” He finds himself muttering before he can even stop himself. It’s unlike him. But for this moment? For you? “For saving our lives. We owe you one.”

It just feels right.

Your eyes peek open for a second, right around the time Kazuki makes a sound of agreement with Rei’s words. And suddenly, there’s a pout that is far too cute on your face to even reasonably believe that you’re the same girl who busted ass trying to ensure everyone in the car was able to walk out of this situation.

“It’s nothing,” You brush off his words easily. For a moment, your eyes slide over to meet his through the mirror, and Rei holds your stare. But even though you’ve never been the bashful type, he sees you advert your eyes rather quickly as you opt to look out the car window instead. Wincing as another bullet whizzes by and lodges itself somewhere on the side of the car you both share. “You both would do the same for me.”

If this were yesterday, he wouldn’t be too sure. He couldn’t help but wonder if there would still be some part of him that would be eyeing the blood stains you’re leaving on the black leather seats. Just like he couldn’t help but wonder if he would have gotten mad at you for running out of bullets. Hell, he’s not even sure if he even accepted the backup you offered. If he was the same person as he was yesterday, that is.

But he’s not.

He doesn’t know how it happened. He doesn’t know how it started. He doesn’t know if all it took was you saving him or you getting shot or you (who always, always, always felt like a force to be reckoned with) looking so small and not powerful as you curl up in the car and let them handle the escape. He doesn’t know.

But the more he looks at you through the rear mirror, the more he knows that he would do the same for you now. He’d come running in a heartbeat. He’d save your life like you did for him. He’d do it without asking. He’d do it without question. He’d do it all for you. So that when the dust clears, and everything is said and done? You’d still be here. You’d still be alive.

And he’d still be able to look at you.

#rei suwa #rei suwa x reader #buddy daddies #buddy daddies x reader #buddy daddies fanfic #buddy daddies fanfiction #x reader #xreader #fanfic #fanfiction

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manias-wordcount · 8 days ago

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i lobe your writing mania if i ever become a super successful billionare trust ill be sending fat stacks to you

omg stop i'll literally cry WAAAAAAh you're too kind teehehe

but you could legit my patron like in the old time days WHAHAHAHAHAH

#manias shitposts

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manias-wordcount · 10 days ago

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Hello, I'm the one who requested Mikage Ryu, and yes I mean Mikage Reo from Blue Lock, sorry for the inconvenience, and thank you for caring enough to check.

Thanks for Playing (Reo Mikage x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗼𝗳 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲! 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗶 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝘀𝗸 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗶 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗶𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲'𝘀 𝗮 𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗶 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻'𝘁 𝗺𝗲𝘁 𝗯𝗰 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆'𝗿𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗮 𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗿 𝗶𝗳 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗮 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗱𝗶𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀. 𝗲𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝘆, 𝗶 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻! 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗵! 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗼 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆!

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

If he were any other boy, you know your parents would be furious.

In fact, you know if he were any other boy, he wouldn’t have been able to get this close to you. He would have ended up like all the other boys you had a crush on throughout the years. He would have been scared away through the thinly veiled threats of the bodyguards your father hired. Or maybe he would have been a victim of the chaperones your mother hired. The ones that keep you so busy after school that all the relationships except for the ones that they deemed important would end up fizzling off before you even knew what happened. If he were any other boy, you would your parents wouldn’t have allowed this to happen. If he were any other boy, your parents would have been aghast- absolutely outraged at the idea. But instead?

They’re just standing there. Standing off to the side- right off of the field and chatting with another set of parents. His parents.

Because he’s not just any boy. If he was, your parents would have intervened and he wouldn’t be standing here, with his chest pressed to your back and his hands around your hips. Fixing your stance all so he could teach you how to kick some silly soccer ball into a goal.

While your mothers talk about how many grandkids they would like and when.

While your fathers talk about the logistics of one day merging their companies.

While your cheeks burn with every little word of instruction he whispers right into your ear.

“Now just point your toes down a little more and…that’s it. You’re doing great, sweetheart.”

But that’s okay. Because you like him. You like Reo Mikage. You like him a whole lot.

Way more than you did when you first met him. Way more than you did when you first found out you were set to be married off to each other in less than two years. And way more now than ever. You can only hope he feels the same way about you.

“Like this?” You ask him quietly, tilting your head to the side to try to see him is expression. He nods slightly, a small smile playing on his lips as he eases your worries.

“Exactly like this,” He confirms, and you swear for a second, your heart just swoons with the amount of attention that you’re getting. “Let’s line you up so you can take a shot, okay?”

You nod your head excitedly, as Reo reaches around your body to move you to a position that must be better suited to make a goal. To be honest, it’s a miracle the two of you even got to meet here. Last you heard from Reo, his parents weren’t happy about his desire to play soccer. So you were surprised when you were allowed to visit him after soccer practice one day, just to say hello. But somehow, a quick hello turned into him asking your parents if it were okay if he was allowed to show you a few things about the sport that he loves so much.

You were certain your parents were going to say no. They’ve always would have said no to something like this. The parents you know would have for sure said no to this. But perhaps it was the way you looked at them, so hopeful and full of adoration for the boy they promised you to. Or perhaps it was the fact that Reo’s parents were also there, and they didn’t want to look bad. Or maybe it was because this was one of those rare opportunities for busy people to slow things down and remember what it's like to be a parent. A parent who sometimes cares for what their children want too.

Whatever the reason was, you found yourself here. Standing on one of the many lines of the soccer field that you can never remember the name of (no matter how many times Reo tries to explain it to you), a good couple of feet away from the goal. He’s still in his practice uniform and he apologizes all the time for being so sweaty. You’re still in your school clothes, and you apologize all the time for not being able to move around as freely as you know soccer player. But it doesn’t stop him from wanting to teach you a few things and share with you the sport he loves so much. Just like it doesn’t stop you from wanting to be close to him and learn all that he has to teach you.

It is just a bit hard though. Not just because you like him. Not just because it’s your first time playing soccer.

But because this is the closest thing to a date you’ve ever been on…and both of your parents are less than a hundred feet away, doing nothing but observing the two of you as they talk and talk and talk.

“I don’t know how you can focus like this,” You murmur softly, tilting your head to the side to try to see his expression as you make light conversation to save yourself from the awkward feeling of being picked apart by your further parents-in-law.

You’re ashamed to admit it, but it gives you a good view of his side profile whenever you look at him like this. Especially now that most of his hair has been tied up and pulled out of the way to not get in his eyes. Although you’re not able to spend a whole lot of time admiring his features. Because the minute his curious purple eyes slide over to you, promoting you to continue, you feel the blood rush to your cheeks again and suddenly you find it even harder to focus.

“I don’t know how you’re able to focus like this with our parents watching, I mean…” You clarify, voice wavering a little. A lifetime full of your parents keeping your romantic life under lock and key hasn’t exactly made you the most romantically well-adjusted person. Though you suppose anyone would start to feel a little hot and bothered if the boy they’re really attracted to is standing this close and is holding and touching like this. Especially if they’ve never experienced anything like this before. “Aren’t you…like…?”

You trail off quietly, feeling embarrassed now that you realize that you don’t exactly know what you’re trying to say. If it isn’t obvious already, you can’t really focus right now. There’s a lot going on and you can’t help but try to tune into all of it. Sometimes, you want to eye your parents and his as they talk to each other from way off of the field. It’d be nice to know exactly what they’re saying. Sometimes, you just want to lean back into Reo and just listen to the sound of his voice and enjoy just how close you’re finally able to be with a boy you really like for once.

And sometimes, you really, really, really want to focus on getting the ball into the goal without embarrassing yourself. But that’s easier said than done when your whole life has been dressing blacks for piano recitals rather than running shoes and athletic wear.

But Reo doesn’t allow you to sit and stew in your embarrassment for long. Instead, he lets out a light little laugh and leans his head over your shoulder to look at year a little better before beginning to speak.

“They really like you. They think you’ll be good for me,” He explains, his gaze holding your eyes as he gives you another smile. You feel your heart start to speed up at the look he gives you, but you ultimately find yourself sharing in that smile of his easily as he gives your hips an encouraging and grateful squeeze. “The fact that I’m playing with you is the only reason why they’re even letting me touch a soccer ball right now. I suppose they think I’ll be easier to marry if I can impress you by being a good leader or something.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that. And for a second you’re tempted to share the fact that you feel like the only reason why parents are even allowing you a chance to even mess up your nice, expensive school shoes is because they think you’ll be easier to marry the more you have a chance to play the helpless little fiancee, lost without the love of their life. As if Reo even had an ego you could feed with behavior like that.

But before you can even open your mouth, you realize that Reo’s smile has been replaced with something a little more serious. It’s still genuine- or at least, it’s as genuine as you feel all the other looks he has given. But it’s…softer. A bit more vulnerable.

But appreciative all the same.

“So thank you for that,” He tells you gently as a few seconds of silence pass between the two of you. “Thank you for playing with me.”

There’s something else there, you realize. It’s more than just the fact that his parents don’t want him playing soccer. It’s more than the fact that soccer is something he enjoys. It’s more than all of that. But the more you look at him, the more you wonder if he’s ready to share this with you. The more you wonder if he can even share this with you while his parents are so close.

But it’s not your place to make that decision for him. It’s not your place to ask. It’s not your shot take.

So you smile and you nod and you give him a look that you hope he understands the meaning behind. You hope he understands that you’re on his side with all of this. That you understand his position. That you know where he’s coming from. Whatever it is. Because you have a funny little feeling that you’ve been there too. Not with soccer, no. But something else your parents tried to keep you from doing.

But you’re not alone now. And neither is he.

“Thank you for teaching me,” You end up telling him earnestly, instead of pressing further. But when he gives your sides another appreciative squeeze, you know you’ve made the right call. Besides, the two of you have spent enough time talking. It’s about time that you finally pay attention to what’s important. To what’s in front of you.

After all, you have a goal to shoot. And great, great teacher (and his parents) to impress.

#reo mikage #reo mikage x reader #mikage reo #mikage reo x reader #blue lock #blue lock x reader #blue lock fanfic #blue lock fanfiction #x reader #xreader #fanfic #fanfiction

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manias-wordcount · 13 days ago

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Hello :3 How about david martinez x reader who's in the crew. Maine and the crew went on some gig that didn't require them, so they spent the day relaxing and lazing around or maybe out in the city on a little date?

Lazy Date Day HCs (David Martinez)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝘁𝗯𝗵 𝗶 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶 𝗳𝗲𝗹𝘁 𝗯𝗮𝗱 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘁 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗵𝘀 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝗷𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 (𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗶 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵 𝗯𝘆 𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘄𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗽𝘀) 𝘀𝗼 𝗶 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗵𝗰𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲! 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝗢𝗢𝗖 𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗛𝗔𝗛𝗔𝗛

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

It probably starts with the two of you either waking up later or just getting up late (after a whole host of cuddles and whatnot)

Either way, you’re both not rolling out of bed until it’s a fair bit in the afternoon

And the rest of the day is spent just as slowly- doing whatever you wanted, whenever you want, since the two of you didn’t exactly have anywhere you needed to be,

Eating what you want, using other people’s stuff, just doing whatever- so long as it was together

Oh, and lots and lots of cuddles and kisses

When you both do finally decide to go out, it’s probably because you’re both hungry and don’t feel like eating leftovers or something

Since you’re both not really feeling anything hectic, the two of you probably just find some hole-in-the-wall that’s quiet and cheap and gets the job done

While there’s a part of David that is kinda itching to go out there and help and maybe just get in on the action, he does appreciate the fact that he was given this chance to really slow things down and just enjoy life a little bit

You both know that slow days like this happen very rarely and that you never know if tomorrow will even be promised to you

So it was nice for the two of you to have this moment <3 you never know when they’ll ever get another one

#david martinez #david martinez x reader #cyberpunk #cyberpunk x reader #cyberpunk fanfic #cyberpunk fanfiction #cyberpunk edgerunners #cyberpunk edgerunners x reader #cyberpunk edgerunners fanfic #cyberpunk edgerunners fanfiction #cyberpunk edge runners #cyberpunk edge runners x reader #cyberpunk edge runners fanfic #cyberpunk edge runners fanfiction #x reader #xreader #fanfic #fanfiction

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manias-wordcount · 16 days ago

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Haaiii!! I hope ur well and that life is not giving u much trouble! I have a request and I read ur rules so feel free to change/correct me on anything you think is wrong! I really don’t mind, DW.

Basically, Kazuha from Genshin Impact with a reader who is Beidou’s younger sister. Nothing too specific.(of course this is like an Kazuha x reader😭)

I imagine like Beidou teasing both the reader and Kazuha since they are a little secretive about their relationship for a long time.

U can make it smut, angst, fluff anything since I’m really desperate for this trope OML😭😭

I’m sorry if I missed any rules or wrote too much I’m a little nervous tho.

If u have any more questions ask and take ur time🫶🏼also forgive me English is not my first language.

Best Kept Secret (Kazuha Kaedehara x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗶 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗶 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻'𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗸𝗮𝘇𝘂𝗵𝗮 𝘀𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗲𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗲 <𝟯 𝗕𝗨𝗧 𝗦𝗢𝗥𝗥𝗬 𝗜𝗙 𝗜 𝗠𝗔𝗗𝗘 𝗔𝗡𝗬𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗢𝗢𝗖 𝗜𝗧𝗦 𝗕𝗘𝗘𝗡 𝗔 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗟𝗘 𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗖𝗘 𝗜'𝗩𝗘 𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗬𝗘𝗗 </𝟯 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 𝗲𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵!

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

Kazuha doesn’t understand why you insist on keeping this a secret.

But to that, you tell him that sometimes, things are a little more fun when you feel like it’s something you’re not supposed to do. He tells you back with kisses to your jaw that to him, you will never feel like something he’s not supposed to do. And his earnest tone and passionate look are almost enough to get you to finally admit that the real reason you don’t want anyone to know is because you made a bet with your sister that the fact that he’s kissing your skin like you’re the only thing he needs in life is evidence enough that you lost the bet and you lost it badly. And you rather go as long as you possibly can without having to pay your sister her money.

But, it’s because of that reluctance you feel to pay your already very wealthy sister her money that everything seems to snap back into focus for you the moment you hear someone knocking at the door.

Seconds before this, there was nothing to distract you. Nothing to pull you out of this state. Because your thoughts had gone all fuzzy and your mind was full of clouds. Because you were so, so lost in your own little world that you barely even registered the change in the way that the boat was swaying. Nor did you register the sounds of birds getting closer and louder while the scent of petrichor started to mix itself with the familiar scent of the open seas. You just couldn’t.

And that was all thanks to the boy currently hovering over you, of course.

Though really, you couldn’t blame him for everything. The two of you couldn’t seem to keep your hands off of each other lately. What started as casual brushes against each other’s arms in the dark of the night when no one was looking somehow turned into seeking each other out in the middle of the day, just to pull the other in some supply closet or bedroom or office or whatever and take advantage of what little time you two had before someone invariably started calling one of your names. It’s routine at this point. A routine you couldn’t help but adore.

Especially now that this particular time started with you tugging Kazuha away from his perch and dragging him back to his room on the Alcor. He had only half complained about when you started pulling him away. Mumbling something about how it was going to be a real shame missing the view as the boat pulled into Liyue Harbor. But only seconds after you had closed and locked his door, he was already pushing you onto his bed and climbing over you with a heated look in his eyes.

“Minx,” He had called you, a small smile playing at his lips as he leaned ever so closer. “Though I suppose the view I have right now is far more beautiful than the Sea of Clouds could ever be.”

Although, you didn’t exactly let him finish. You were far too busy pushing up as best as you could from the bed and pressing your lips against his. He wasted no time kissing back, pushing you down into his thin mattress, and brushing his tongue against yours.

What then ensured was a particularly passionate make-out session. One that left you perpetually breathless as your hands went to thread themselves through Kazuha’s hair and your legs began to tangle with his. Every single time you separated to breathe your own air, Kazuha wouldn’t let you get very far before he was swooping back down to capture your lips once again. In fact, your only real solution was the fact that even in between kisses that were undeniably wet and sloppy and needy, he still felt the need to utter words of praise about you. Words about your beauty. Words about your taste. Words about his adoration- his devotion to you. Over and over and over again in that same little hushed tone of his.

You laughed the first time you heard him do it. After all, who makes haiku about the girl they’re kissing right in the middle of said kiss? Certainly not anyone you knew. At least, no one from Liyue. But now? It only made you love him more than you ever thought possible.

That’s why it wasn’t surprising when you realized you had completely lost track of time. Being with him does that to you. And when your only tells are just how messy the bed and your clothes and your hair have gotten, it’s hard to judge if the two of you have actually been here for long enough for anyone to notice or if you’ve both just been practically handsy this time around.

And unfortunately…you’re not sure of the answer to that by the time you hear the knock sounding at Kazuha’s door.

“Please don’t answer,” You whisper to him, your lips just barely brushing against his as you speak. Kazuha’s eyes are barely focused at the moment. He seems to be stuck- staring down at you with a blissful expression on his face. You wonder if he’s still captured in the same daze that you were in just a couple seconds ago. “Just let them go away…let them think you’re not here.”

At that, Kazuha nods, but you’re not quite sure he hears you. For good measure, you lean up and give him a quick peck on his lips. Something short. Something sweet. Something that can act as a wake-up call even. Unfortunately for you, it ends up working a little too well. Because right as go in for the peck, he’s back to pressing his lips against yours as a low, quiet moan bubbles up from the back of his throat.

Knock, knock, knock.

The two of you are almost immediately interrupted by another knock, this one more pressing than before. Luckily enough, it seems to snap Kazuha out of it. Because a second later, he leaning far- far back away from you and being very, very still and quiet as he looks to the door. You spend the time counting the seconds that pass in your head, waiting for the figure who is currently lingering just outside the door to pass. You imagine Kazuha is spending his time doing the same as he narrows his eyes at the intruder hidden behind the wood.

You suppose he doesn’t really appreciate being interrupted. At least, interrupted by people who aren’t you.

But as the seconds stretch into minutes, you both start to come to the realization that whoever is out there already knows someone is in here. Maybe they saw you both. Maybe they heard you both. Or maybe they’re just sure that you both- or at least one of you is inside right now.

Kazuha peaks at you from the corner of his eye, waiting for you to finish going over the options in your head before he makes his next move. You couldn’t really tell who it was just by the knocking, but judging by the shadows you’re able to see peeking out from just below the door, it’s clearly someone who has time to wait around. Odds are, it could be someone who’s good at keeping secrets- especially minor ones that do nothing but save you the inevitable embarrassment you’ll have to face when you end up giving your sister a pocket full of mora. But even bigger odds tell you that it’s someone who is more than willing to rat you out to big sister Beidou because the loyalties of the crew are always gonna be with her and not you.

But then again…you could always try buying someone’s silence. It’d be less embarrassing than paying your sister back. And it’ll at least be a bit cheaper than-

“You in there Kazuha?”

The moment you hear your sister’s voice, all hope you had vanished all at once. You toss your head back on the mattress and mutter a curse under your breath as Kazuha slips you with an amused smile. You just shoot him and glare, close your eyes, and turn over on your side- facing away from him. He chuckles in response, but for a second, you hear soft footsteps heading in the direction of the door. He’s merciful enough that he doesn’t open the door and let your sister in- let alone look inside. Instead, he just stands a little closer and finally responds to the very last person you would like to see right now.

“I am,” He calls back to your sister in a light, conversational tone as you begin trying to recall where you last left your wallet. You don’t exactly need to carry money when most of your days are spent on the Alcor. But it’s still a damn shame to have to spend some of your own cash. Especially all because of some stupid bet about some stupidly cute boy. “Is there something you need?”

“Just wanted to let you know we’ll be docking soon,” Beidou informs him from the other side of the wood, her voice a little muffled. But as you process her words, you start to perk up. Just a little bit, at least. Maybe she doesn’t know you’re here? It’s possible. The two of you have been careful all this time. You might have been a teensy bit more forward than you usually are today. But perhaps there’s still a chance? Perhaps there’s still a chance to hold onto this secret just a little bit longer. “Come up whenever you’re ready.”

At this point, you can only hold onto hope. So you do. You really, really do.

“I see,” Kazuha responds as you quietly sit back up on the bed and face his direction. He’s nodding his head absently at her words, and you want to point out the fact that only you can see him do that right now. Instead, you opt for silence, hoping that if you hold your breath and count the second once more, Beidou will end this conversation with Kazuha and disappear before she even thinks about going searching for you too. “Will do.”

“‘Course.”

And just like that- and just exactly as you hoped- it happens. She ends the conversation with a final word of acknowledgment. She steps back from the door. You even hear her footsteps start to get a little softer as she begins to walk away. Could this be it? Could you really have slipped through the jaws of fate so easily? Could you have bested your sister and kept a secret on her ship? Are you really going to-

“Oh, and you better be gentle with my sister.”

And just like that, the hope you once had is squeezed right out of you as the sound of your sister’s knowing laughter fills the hallway right outside the door. You collapse back onto Kazuha’s bed with a loud, dramatic huff. One that makes your sister laugh even louder and harder as your very new and very confused lover looks between you and the door that separates the both of you from your sister at the moment.

You suppose this was bound to happen eventually. And you suppose you’re going to have to explain things to Kazuha too, as doesn’t seem to be getting any luck with getting your sister to stop laughing long enough to let him in on the joke.

But really? Right now? All you wanna do is go back to laying in bed and making out with your boyfriend. Stealing kisses like they’re oxygen. Listening to him speak your name over and over again like it’s poetry. And forgetting everyone else- forgetting the whole entire world exists. Just you and Kazuha. Kazuha and you. And the little world that exists between the two of you. That’s what you want right now. That’s what you want more than anything right now. But realistically?

You’re going to have to find your wallet first. You know the mighty Captain Beidou won’t let you know peace until you do.

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manias-wordcount · 19 days ago

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Hello, can I request Oliver Aiku x female reader, since Oliver is really serious about the reader, and what their relationship would be like and if you could do it as a one shot please. (Thank you!)

A Moment of Peace (Oliver Aiku x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗶𝗺 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗶𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗼𝗰 𝗶 𝘄𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝘀𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝗱𝗲𝗽𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝗹𝗼𝗹

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

He doesn’t quite remember at what point he got permission to have you sit on the benches of his team’s dugout at games.

And he doesn’t quite recall when you started being the unofficial official water girl for his team. At some point, it just sort of happened. One day, he was just signing a jersey for you, jokingly asking if you’d rather just have one of the real ones instead. The next day, he was changing the contact name he had for you on his phone. Going from your full name to some cheesy little petname he knows you’d beg him to change if you ever saw it for yourself.

Maybe it all began because he started showing off a little more back then since he always knew he wanted you to be his girlfriend. And maybe he still shows off a little more than he used to now because he always to be impressive for his girlfriend. He doesn’t quite know. He hasn’t thought about it too hard, really.

But what he does know is that nowadays, he feels like he plays for a somewhat different reason. He still wants to be the best at what he does. He still wants to take part in making the world’s best strikers bloom into the flower he knows they could be. But now?

He also plays because of you. To be someone you can be proud of. To be someone you can brag to others about. To be someone you can never forget or ignore. Never.

That’s why you’re the first person he always wants to see whenever he steps on or off the pitch. He could be in the middle of the practice. He could be in the last couple of minutes of overtime. He could be warming up, right before the start of the game. It doesn’t matter.

It might be selfish with how hard and often he has to work, but he always wants you to be there for him. He always wants you to be right there. Somewhere close. Somewhere easily reachable. Ready to be the first person he sees. The first person he looks at. Ever since the two of you started dating, he has always made sure that you’re there. Right there- standing off to the side. The first person he talks to, win or lose. Game or practice. No matter the day, no matter the weather, no matter the stakes, no matter what.

So, of course, this time is no different.

“Hi sweetheart,” He hears himself mumbling the second he’s able to step away long enough to see you, opening his arms up wide to sweep you into a quick hug. One that he desperately needs. “C’mere for a second.”

At the sound of his voice, you perk up. Instantly look up from whatever video you were watching on your phone and search for him with your eyes. It doesn’t take you more than a few seconds to find him. And the moment you do, you waste no time slipping your phone into your pocket or setting his water bottle down by your feet.

You just hop right up and rush right into his arms.

However, when he comes in close enough, you start to make it face at him. You scrunch up your nose and you're squeezing your eyes shut as you accept his sweaty embrace. It’s probably about the kindest way you could tell him that he smells. But he doesn’t care. The moment you’re an arm’s length away, he’s reaching out and grabbing you, pulling you flush against his body. You let out a squeal the moment you feel the dampness of his practice uniform, but you don’t push or pull away. You just lean into his touch. You just lean into him. As if you needed this, almost as much as he needed you.

Once you’re tucked into him with your arms around his shoulders and his arms around your waist, he lets out a deep, full-bodied sigh, and leans a little bit more of his weight into yours. He knows he can’t be long, even if his teammates are starting to get on his last nerves. As captain and one of the consistently better performers on the team, he’s always offered a little bit more leeway than most of the others. So the second he got the chance, he went searching for you in the dugout of their outdoor practice stadium. Looking for his quick moment of peace before he has to get back out on the field and start playing again.

Now, you’re here. His breath of fresh air. His reminder to keep playing and to keep working hard. But it’s difficult. It’s difficult because practice is running long tonight. Probably the longest the team has had to do in a while. And while it comes as no surprise that their managers did say they were going to have to have some form of punishment for not playing as well as they should have in their last match, Oliver still can’t help but find himself growing more and more frustrated at the night grew long.

It’s not like the U-20 ended up losing this match. Although it was a close game, they ultimately ended up winning- Oliver (and subsequently, you as his little good luck charm cheering him on from the bench) made sure of that. But team punishment is a team punishment. That means running drills until their coaches think they know their plays so well that they’d be impossible to forget. That meant reviewing mistakes both in the TV room and on the field, over and over and over again until the memory of failure is replaced with the memory of pain and suffering and perfection. But most of all?

That keeping you up and out later longer than he’s honestly happy with.

You won’t go home without him. You said that when he first warned you about the fact that they were likely going to be kept longer than usual this time around. And now, it’s coming up on the end of hour four and he’s not sure when thing is going to shut down for the night.

But not once have you complained.

Not once have you piped up about how you could have spent your time doing something else? Something better, even. Not once have you mentioned or mumbled about how you’re growing bored of watching reruns on your phone in between refilling everyone’s water bottles? Not once have you voiced your regret or your tiredness or your own frustration about the fact that it’s nearing midnight and you’re still here? Sitting on these uncomfortable little benches. Waiting and watching for something that gives you a break from this monotonous routine.

Your own quick little moment of peace. Your own quick little moment with him.

And because of that, he hugs you a little tighter and presses a kiss to the crown of your head. You respond with a soft sigh of your own, snuggling in a little closer as you let him hold you for as long as he wants. For as long as he needs. Because you’ve always been so good to him. Always been so sweet and reliable. When things started out when he first met you, he couldn’t help but joke about how you always seemed like his lucky charm. He always seemed to play better whenever he knew you were in the stands, being his cute little cheerleader. But now?

Now, as he holds you and thinks about how almost every ounce of anger and frustration has slipped away, he starting to think that that’s more than true. Because his mind is clear. His heart is calm. And his body feels a little less tired. A little more rejuvenated. More than he would have ever expected from just a simple hug. But it’s all just the perfect reminder.

The perfect reminder of why he fell in love with you. The perfect reminder of why he always has you on his mind. The perfect reminder of why he always wants you so close. The perfect reminder of why he always wants you to be the first person he sees whenever he steps on or off the pitch. Because this is what you do to him. You make him calm. You make him steady. You make him better. You make him, him. Even in the moments where he’s not feeling like himself.

A person like you is irreplaceable. And a moment like this is hard to replicate without you. Even when he knows he needs it badly. Even when he knows that’s exactly what he needs to survive.

So for now, he’ll take it all in for as long as he can. He’ll hug you tight and breathe you in. He’ll sway you side to side and tuck you against his chest as he ignores the calls for him to stop taking his break and return. And he’ll do it all in the name of searching for a moment of peace.

He’ll do it all in the name of indulging in a moment with you.

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manias-wordcount · 22 days ago

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Hi!I just saw your post about the Okumura brothers love triangle and oh my god that was so cute!!so if you don't mind can you do another love triangle with the Okumura brothers with lots of fluff and the reader is their childhood friend (I would really appreciate it if the reader was very innocent and pure), and they both love her, but she's oblivious and has no idea about it? Thank you so much!!

Better Together (Rin Okumura x Reader x Yukio Okumura)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻, 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘄𝗲𝗶𝗿𝗱𝗹𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲? 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗽𝘁, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗜 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗱𝗼 𝗺𝘆 𝘂𝘀𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝗰𝗼𝗽 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗼𝗯𝘃𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿'𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝘃 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗯𝗰 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗹𝗲 (𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗧𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗦!!!) 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗯𝘃𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗹𝘆 𝗶 𝗰𝗮𝗻'𝘁 𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺!!! 𝘀𝗼 𝗶 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗺𝗵. 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝗶 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗵𝗲𝗵𝗲

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

They’ve been your best friends for as long as you can remember.

It was always you, Yuki, and Rin. You, Rin, and Yuki.

So many milestones- big and small were accomplished together. All the first days of school. All of the first lost teeth. Your first errand was run together. You all learned to tie your shoes at the same time. You even figured out how to ride your bikes together, helping each other wherever possible.

With that, your parents tell you that it was Yuki who held your handles and Rin who helped you push off the first time you rode without your training wheels and by yourself. When you finally did go a couple of feet by yourself, the boys cheered so loud, that they scared the local outdoor cat into knocking down and ripping up a whole lot of trash bags that were supposed to be picked up the next day. The scolding the three of you got was enough to send you and Yuki crying loud and hard while Rin stood up for the both of you, yelling right back at any adult who dared wag their finger in your face.

To be honest, you don’t really remember any of that very well. But you believe your parents- you believe that story wholeheartedly. Because while the three of you may not be little kids anymore- the boys are still your best friend. You may not be able to do everything together with life’s branching pathways starting to become more present as the three of you got older, but the three of you are still close. They’re everything to you. And you’re everything to them. Especially after their father died.

You didn’t know how things would change after that. Nobody did. But when Yukio asked if you’d be willing to be enrolled in True Cross Academy with them and stay at the school, you jumped at the chance. It wasn’t what you had planned for yourself originally. You had a whole list of schools you were trying to choose from. A list that you had already brought to the boys and talked through before you had even sent in your applications. True Cross Academy wasn’t on that list.

But Yuki’s voice was soft as he told you about True Cross Academy. He held your hand as he told you about how he needed you to know just how important you were to the two of them and how he didn’t like the idea of leaving you behind. And that you’d really be doing them a favor by coming to school with them. Of course, said yes. You never loved the idea of being apart from them either.

And naturally, a new school means all sorts of change. Moving to a new place. Starting classes with new people. Adjusting to a new environment. Getting used to Rin’s new tail and the boy's job as…exorcists…but you could manage! Sure, you’re always asking Yukio questions that he has to sit down with you and point at books half-written in Latin to explain. And sure, you’re always going to Rin almost immediately after to get a slightly less complicated and history-focused lesson. But you manage! You keep up to date the best you can. You wish Yukio good luck on missions. You wish Rin good luck with training. And you always leave them with that little kiss on the cheek they always ask for. Just like when the three of you were little and still trying to figure out the laces on their shoes.

But in your mind, it’s all worth it. It’s all for them. It’s all for moments like these.

Moments where you find yourself sitting on one of the couches in the twins’ common room, all pressed up to Rin’s side while he tries to talk you into having a sleepover at his place. He says the two of you could stay up all night for old time's sake eating snacks, studying, playing games, and doing whatever you want since he has off of school and cram school tomorrow. You can’t help but shake your head and giggle- both at his requests and the tail he has wrapped around your waist, stroking your side- as he gives you every pitch in the book. And before you even get a chance to respond, Yukio comes storming in, telling his brother about how he won’t approve of “such activities” and “him taking advantage of you.”

You don’t exactly understand why both boys’ faces go beet red when Rin yells something back about Yuki ruining things for the both of them. But you know the perfect time for a group hug when you see one.

Of course, both boys are reluctant at the thought of having to hug each other (something they don’t do often enough in your opinion). But Rin seems a bit more eager and Yukio seems a bit more accepting of the idea when it’s you who opens your arms out to bring both of the boys in for the hug you plan to facilitate. Because who in their right mind would turn away a chance to hug their best friends in the whole world?

While in the hug, you end up missing the glares each boy throws in the others’ directions as their faces grow warm and warmer as you hug them over the shoulders tighter and tighter. But they hug you back just as tightly and let you rock them side to side. Yuki on your left. Rin on your right. Exactly how things used to be.

And when you finally release them from the hug, they’re a lot calmer than they used to be. They agree not to argue with each other as often. And Yuki even admits that he could be convinced into letting a sleepover happen. Only if it’s on nights he’s not supposed to work so he’d be able to chaperone. Something Rin doesn’t seem to take too kindly to considering that he’s the oldest out of the three of you, after all. But he looks in their eyes a lot softer- a lot warmer- as they share in your smile and promise you a better tomorrow.

Admittedly, things are a little different than how things used to be. Shiro is gone. You’re in a new school. Rin has a tail, a special sword, and powers apparently. And Yuki is supposedly a high-ranking exorcist in whatever organization they’re both a part of. But perhaps more than that?

You’ve never had them look at you like that before.

You’ve never had anyone look at you like that before. And you don’t really understand it. You don’t really understand why every hug you give them and every kiss on their cheek makes your heart race more and more. You don’t really understand why you feel so lonely or scared when they’re both not around. And you don’t really understand why you sometimes start to feel so shy and nervous when they are around. Because you’ve never felt this way before.

But you know it’s okay. You know it’s okay because, at the end of the day, you still have the boys. You still have your best friends. You still have each other. Because it will always be you, Yuki, and Rin. You, Rin, and Yuki. And whatever it is that you’re feeling? Whatever it is that the boys are feeling? You’ll navigate through it. You’ll figure it out. And you’ll come to understand it. Somehow, someway.

Just as soon as you work up the courage to ask one of the boys what this all means, of course.

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Hi, can you do something for jinwoo sung x Reader with a lot of fluff, please (thank you).

Arise and Respite (Jinwoo Sung x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗼! 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗵𝗲𝗵

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

You think it might have been due to the creaking of the bedroom door.

Jinwoo’s apartment is old. He says his family has been here since forever and the neighborhood is safe and private enough that he’s okay with staying here while he’s still relatively unknown. Besides, it’s spacious, the landlord is understanding and it’s close to Jinah’s school. The apartment practically feels like family. Though you all could do without some of the other signs showing the apartment’s age.

The appliances that feel like they’re always just a couple of uses away from breaking down. The cabinets don’t swing open and close as well as they used to. The old, old stains that just won’t go away no matter how hard you try to scrub them out. And all the little cracks in the walls and the gaps in the windows that let out little peaks of cold wind on the nights you just want nothing more than to lay wrapped up in his blankets and bury yourself in his bed. The apartment practically feels like family, sure. There’s no denying that. But it’s due for an upgrade. The whole family is due for an upgrade. Some place that requires a little less maintenance, you would hope.

But that’s not the point.

The point is that you think it might have been due to the creaking of the bedroom door. It happens whenever you go too close. It just hits a point- a certain angle and suddenly it’s ‘creeaaak!’ before you even know what happened to you. You don’t know just when it started, but you know that you and Jinwoo tried to take it on as a project a couple months ago and only managed to make it worse somehow. Now, it’s louder than it was before. Now, it lasts a little bit longer than it did before. Now, it’s a little bit harder to ignore than before. Even when you sleeping.

Admittedly, it’s not horrible. As bad as it is now, you know it could absolutely be worse. Besides, if you’re careful and paying attention whenever you go to close the door, there’s a neat little trick you can do to make the sound go away almost completely! You discovered it by accident but ended up practicing it enough times that it feels like second nature for you to do. But it’s not second nature for Jinwoo.

That’s why it always wakes you up. That’s why it just woke you up. And you couldn’t have been more glad. Because it means you can stop worrying now. It means you can stop spending your waking hours tossing and turning because it’s been hours since you’ve last heard from him. It means you can finally release the breath you’ve been holding as you wait for news- any news of his whereabouts. It means that things are okay.

“Shit…”

Because he’s finally home.

At his soft curse, you find yourself just barely holding in the soft giggle that slips between your sleepy lips. Your mind still feels a little fuzzy at the moment. And your eyelids have yet to stop feeling heavy. But you still find the strength to turn over on your side and look over at the doorway.

And sure enough, he’s there.

The room is dark, and you barely make out the details of him that you’ve come to know so well. But even with all the shadows covering the room, you can still see that his hair is a mess and his clothes are all askew. You can see little bits of bumps and bruises. You swore you could even see some dried-up blood too. But he’s smiling. He’s smiling at you. So it’s all going to be okay. You’re going to be okay. He’s going to be okay.

And it’s a tired-looking smile. An exhausted-looking smile. That type that tells you that he could drop any minute now. But it’s for you. It’s all for you. So, of course, you had to sit up and return the smile to him. He works so hard to keep everyone safe, after all. It’s the very least you could do for him.

“Jinwoo!” You whisper a cheer to him as he finishes shutting the door behind him. The second he does, he wastes no time making his way over to his bed where you’ve made yourself comfortable, and opens his arms. The second he’s close enough, you throw your own arms around his shoulders as he takes you into his embrace. The covers have fallen off of your shoulders. You’re no longer wrapped in warmth and a scent that’s fading from the fabric. Now, you’re wrapped up in the real thing as Jinwoo sits on the edge of the bed and holds you tightly to his chest. The real, real, thing. “You’re back…”

And you trail off, you go to squeeze Jinwoo a little hard, sensing that it’s something he really needs at the moment. He responds in kind by breathing in a deep, full-bodied sigh, as takes one of his hands and guides your head into his neck. You can’t even imagine what kept him away for so long this time. You know his time as a Hunter has always been more than unpleasant. You’ve been together since a little after he awoke as an E-rank. But it seems like ever since he has reawoken, everything has gotten harder and more dangerous and more scary. Even with the immense amount of new power you know he has.

But you know better than to ask about what happened in whatever dungeon he just came out of. Especially not right now. He wouldn’t be holding you like this if it was an easy story to tell. So you just do what you do best in times like this. You cuddle further up in his arms and somehow find a way to get impossibly closer to him as you pepper the skin of his neck in tiny little kisses, earning you a soft laugh from your boyfriend.

Everything is going to be okay. Everything is okay.

“I’m sorry sweetheart,” He murmurs his apology right next to your ear, keeping his voice nice and slow to accommodate for your sleepy mood. He takes a hand and slips it under your night shirt (which is really one of his old, pre-awakening shirts that he can no longer fit now that he has the body of a god) to trace small patterns against your skin, just above your hip. You shiver and let out a small squeal at the coldness of his hands. But you do ultimately let him continue the second you hear him chuckling at you and your reaction. You’re sure he deserves a good laugh at the moment. And besides… you really don’t want to try to leave his arms right now. You’ve missed him far too much to even properly entertain the thought of him leaving your grip. Not even for a moment. “I woke you up again, didn’t I?”

He did, but in your mind, it’s more than fine. He’s here now and that’s all that matters.

“S’okay,” You tell him with a light hum, nuzzling into his shoulder. You weren’t asleep for long. You don’t remember when you fell asleep. You don’t even remember falling asleep. But the fact that you woke up this time with him immediately bringing you into his arms? That’s something definitely worth waking up to. But you rather avoid feeding his ego at the moment- you’re not exactly in the right state to deal with a smug Jinwoo. Too sleepy for that! So you change the topic to something a little bit more important- recovery. Or rather, dinner. Something you know he didn’t end up having tonight. Something you know both you and him would probably forget about unless you brought it up now. "Jinah and I made dinner. It’s in the fridge.”

At the mention of his sister, Jinwoo nods his head and presses a kiss to the side of your jaw, tickling your skin. He lets out a pleased noise the moment he hears you let out another giggle, and gives the side of your hip an appreciative squeeze with hands that are still a little too cold for your taste.

“Thanks for staying with her tonight.” He tells you with yet another kiss to the side of your jaw, sidestepping the topic of dinner easily without you even noticing. You’re far too busy waving off his words of praise to even fight him on that. You’ve been staying the night at his place for every raid he thinks might drag long for years now. It was only natural that you’d come over tonight too. Someone had to look out for her, and Jinah made for good company. So you don’t need him to thank you for something you always do- something you always look forward to doing. In fact, what you really want is for him to let go of you long enough for you to lift up the covers and help him crawl into bed with you.“How about you go back to sleep? I’ll be there in a moment.”

Which sounds like the exact opposite of what he’s planning to do right now.

You let out a soft whine at his request and wrap your arms around him even tighter than before, not liking the sound of him disappearing once more. Once again, you’re met with the sound of his laughter as he tries to explain to you that he has to leave to take a shower. He’s covered in dirt and sweat and blood and who knows what else, and he really doesn’t want that to bring that to the bed. Especially not with you looking so sweet and comfortable all wrapped up in his sheets.

However, that’s not what you want to hear. You want your boyfriend- the one who had to leave you for far too long and far too often. You want his warmth. You want his arms wrapped around you. You want to feel his heartbeat against your chest and breathe in his scent with every inhale. You want your boyfriend and you want him now. So you just stubbornly shake your head at his words and try to pull him down into bed with you. It’s the price he should pay for leaving you behind extra long (a couple of hours more than he originally promised you) and for waking you up.

But he’s stronger than you, so he resists your tugging and manages to stay upright- even as you put all your weight behind every pull. Admittedly, it’s a little frustrating. Because he’s smiling softly at you the entire time- speaking in a voice so low and comforting that you almost don’t hear his half-hearted protests and warnings about how you’re going to tire yourself out. Almost.

And so, when you find your grip around his shoulders growing more and more lax by the moment, you realize that the little warning of his is all that’s echoing in your mind. And suddenly you do realize with a yawn that yeah, you are a little more tired now. You might have just worn yourself. But just because you’ve laid back down doesn’t mean he’s free to leave. To that, Jinwoo just continues to nod his head and agree with your every word. Promising that he’ll be right there in bed with you- just as soon as you close your eyes. So you do.

And somehow, it doesn’t once occur you to how he might be tricking you right now. In fact, the thought that doesn’t even pass your mind at all. Not until later, of course.

Later, when you wake up sometime later to the sound of the door closing. Later, when you stir and mumble something you don’t even understand as the covers lift just enough to let a cleaner, fresher smelling Jinwoo slip into the space on the bed just behind you. Later, when you find yourself sinking back into a deep, deep sleep now that there’s a pair of arms wrapping around you and holding you tight. Keeping you safe. Keeping you warm.

Only then do you realize that maybe…maybe he did trick you. But by then, it doesn’t matter to you. By then, it’s okay. It’s just fine. Because he’s here. Because he’s right here. And for you?

That’s more than enough.

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View of Paradise (Satoru Gojo x Reader) PART TWENTY

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𝗔/𝗡: 𝗛𝗜. 𝘀𝗼… 𝗜 𝘄𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲 𝗮𝗻 𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝟯/𝟰𝘁𝗵 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗜 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘇𝗲𝗱 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗱𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗸𝘀 (𝘆𝗮 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗿𝘆𝗻𝗮 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗱𝘂𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗸𝘀 𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗵𝗲𝗲) 𝗼𝗿 𝗰𝘂𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗼𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘁 𝗯𝗲 𝗮 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿. 𝗜𝘁'𝘀 𝗔𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗹 𝟭𝟱𝘁𝗵 𝗮𝘀 𝗜'𝗺 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗼𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗜 𝘁𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗟𝗠𝗔𝗢. 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗼 𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗯𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘆. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗸 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗰𝗵, 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝘁 𝗮 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝘄𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸, 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝘀𝗼 𝗜 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗱𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝘂𝘀𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳𝗳 𝘀𝗼 𝗜 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗴𝘂𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗲 𝗮 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗾𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆. 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗳 𝗾𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆… 𝗜 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗜'𝗺 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗚𝗼𝗷𝗼 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗮 𝗯𝗮𝗱 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝗯𝗼𝘆𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱 (𝗶 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗮 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗯𝗶𝘁 𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝗱 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗺𝗵) 𝘁𝗯𝗵 𝗶𝗺 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘁𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘀𝗼 𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 <𝟯. 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗵… 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗶'𝗹𝗹 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗷𝗼 𝗺𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗼𝗻. 𝗛𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹𝘆.

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𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

It feels like no one moves for a very, very long time.

Your breath is caught in your throat. Your blood feels runs cold. Your mouth feels dry. Your heart feels too tight in your chest. And your eyes just can’t seem to look away from the spot where you last saw the boy- where you last saw Ui Ui. He had fallen in quickly. Smoothly, even. But it seemed like he fell in and fell in deep because, in the long, long seconds that passed with everyone standing still and silent, he had yet to resurface. The only evidence of his fall seems to be the small ripple in the chocolate river right where he fell in. Not arms waving for help. Not even a bubble indicating a struggle to breathe. Nothing. Nothing.

And here you are- standing there stuck like practically everyone else in the room. All while the moment continues to replays in your mind. Over and over and over again.

Ui Ui sitting at the edge of the river bank. Leaning over the river with his knees pressed into the ground as he takes a hand and scoops handful after handful of chocolate into his mouth. You can imagine that his clothes are stained. You can imagine the chocolate all over his face. But more than that, you can recall the moment the arm he has bracing himself against the ground slips forward just a little too much. And after that? He was gone.

Just like that. Gone.

The entire thing couldn’t have lasted longer than three seconds. From the moment you turned your head and saw Ui Ui leaning over the river to the moment he fell in. It was quick. It fast. God, if you hadn’t looked, you wouldn’t have even known. Would anyone have known? Would anyone know what happened? Where to find him? How long would it have taken for someone to even notice that he was gone? Where was Ms. Mei? Was anyone else watching him? What was-

Just then, something breaks through the surface of the chocolate, right where Ui Ui was last seen.

It’s an arm. It shoots straight up, almost triumphantly as it breaks through the once-still river. It’s covered in dark, dark chocolate that coats both the skin and the sleeve and practically everything you see. But it’s an arm nonetheless. It’s Ui Ui’s arm, nonetheless.

Almost immediately, more of the boy shoots above the surface. It’s Ui Ui’s head and other arm that makes it through, both completely drenched in chocolate that seems to leave no part of him uncovered. You can hear him gasping, shouting for air he finally could have as he manages to right himself up to have his shoulders reach above the surface of the river. But his movements are frantic. It seems like every moment spent above the surface is a constant fight- a constant struggle for him.

Even so, there is a sense of relief that washes over you. And the tightness in your chest eases. Just a little. There’s still a young boy, splashing about in distress in a river made of chocolate in your direct eye line, after all.

“Shit.”

But that relief goes just as quickly as it comes.

At the sound of his curse, you look over at Mr. Gojo. You’re only able to see a split second of his gritted, barred teeth before he rushes over to where Ui Ui is struggling to keep above the surface. You blink and suddenly, he’s more than a couple of yards away, breaking out into a light run as his coat flows behind him.

It’s an easy decision to follow behind him. One that both you and Yuuta make without even so much as a look at each other. Soon enough, the two of you are hot on Mr. Gojo’s heels- chasing after the man as he begins to call out to the boy in the river. But Mr. Gojo’s legs are long and his gait is fast. It’s not easy to catch up to him. It’s impossible even. He knows the area too well, and he seems to be focused on one thing and one thing alone: just getting to Ui Ui.

Admittedly, the boy isn’t the only thing on your mind. Part of your attention is consumed by your recollection of events. It was horrifying to witness, but as you and your brother raced along the riverbank, trying to be careful of the areas with uneven terrain and the occasional exposed root from various trees, your mind couldn’t help but conjure up thoughts that made you feel even more sick to your stomach. What if something really did happen to Ui Ui? What’s going to happen to the boy when he gets out? Or worse: what if it was your brother who fell in?

The same brother who you haven’t been watching as well as you should have this entire time.

You didn’t want to think about that, though the thought continued to linger in your mind as you saw the little boy continue to splash about- trying to reach out and grab something, anything that could help him stay above the surface and stay afloat.

At the moment, your only saving grace was the fact that you were running with your brother on the outside, putting him a little bit farther away from the river and making you act as a buffer. It was a subconscious decision. It was something you’ve been doing ever since the two of you were younger and Yuuta still needed someone to hold his hand whenever he was walking on the sidewalk or crossing the street. But it’s something you’re just a little bit more conscious about right now. Especially since that means if anything happens, you’ll be the first to go down. The first one is in the river. Second, you suppose, if you’re counting Ui Ui. Either way, it’s not ideal. But it’s just what you’re supposed to do when you’re the older sibling. It’s just what you’re supposed to do.

“HEY!”

Just then, a voice calls from afar, pulling you from your thoughts. You turn your head in time to see it’s Mr. Todo and his daughter coming up and over a small hill from a direction you have yet to explore. He’s running towards the part of the river where Ui Ui is and there’s a concerned look on his face as makes his approach. Surprisingly enough, little Yuki seems to be keeping up with up pretty well with her father’s larger life than strides, even with the giant puffs of (what you assume is) cotton candy cuddled up in her arms.

Not too far behind them comes Mr. Kusakabe and Momo. They don’t seem to be in as much of a rush as Mr. Todo and Yuki though. Instead, the two of them start cautiously making their way towards the river as they point and talk between themselves. The second they turned their heads and noticed you and your brother though, Mr. Kusakabe started heading a bit more in your direction rather than directly towards the part of the riverbank closest to Ui Ui’s flailing form.

The older sister in you feels the need to ignore them and head in the direction of the little boy your brother’s age who is in obvious distress. But the adult in you knows and has been in similar situations like this. Realistically, it’s best not to all arrive at once and crowd the access point. A quick glance at the area shows you that Mr. Gojo is already slowing down and coming to a stop at the very edge of where one could reach Ui Ui without diving into the river. Ms. Mei is already there, though her attention seems to be trained on the river completely based on the way she doesn’t even turn her head to see that it’s Mr. Gojo who has approached. At the same time, Mr. Todo is starting to slow to stop a couple of feet away from where the two of the other adults have already gathered. You can even hear him start to shout, demanding answers from the two of them.

Sensing, that it ultimately would be better for all those involved to back off of that area, at least temporarily, you turn slightly and go to meet Mr. Kusakabe and his daughter halfway. If your brother was confused by that decision, he didn’t let it show. Instead, he just followed your example and pivoted alongside you. At the very least, you’re a little bit farther away from the danger now that you’re moving more inland. Still…

“What happened?” Mr. Kusakabe goes straight into asking the second the four of you are close enough to talk to each other. There’s a deeply etched frown on his face and he seems a little out of breath (and frankly, you are too), so he opts to only gesture at the commotion happening just over his shoulder as he asks his question. But before you even get the chance to open your mouth and answer, a tiny voice pops and cuts you off.

“He’s in the river, Daddy,” Momo pipes matter-of-factly as she pulls the petals off of the candy flower in her hand and puts them in her mouth one by one. One look at the girl tells you that she’s only mildly interested in the mortal peril that one of the other children is currently facing. “He’s trying to swim but he’s not really good at it.”

How that little girl sleeps at night being just that uncaring, you’ll honestly never know.

“I’m aware, dearest.” Mr. Kusakabe bites back at his child, each word stressed with thinly concealed exasperation. “I’m just asking Yuuta’s mother if she knows anything.”

There’s a small part of you that feels like death the moment you’re called Yuuta’s mother for the second time today. And you’re made to feel even worse when your brother, who was just previously hanging behind you in silence instinctively gags at the mistake. Still, you feel like it would be in poor taste to worry about rectifying your identity before talking about the more pressing situation at hand. So you put a pin in it for now and go to tell Mr. Kusakabe what you know instead.

“We don’t really know,” You admit plainly. It all happened so fast that you’re really only sure of the basics of what you did see. But that explanation is as good “But Ui Ui was reaching into the river, trying to drink the chocolate when something happened and he just fell right in. Maybe his hand slipped? We were too far away to really see…”

“I see,” Mr. Kusakabe nods his head in understanding, but the deep furrow in his brow doesn’t ease up one bit. “And why are they just standing there then? Should someone be helping him?”

At that, your eyes widen in surprise.

“They’re what? I-” You turn to look in the direction you last saw Mr. Gojo in. And sure enough, he is just standing there. Or better yet, he’s just leaning there as his cane digs into the ground and he pushes his body weight into it. But at the same time, he seems to be fielding questions from an unimpressed-looking Ms. Mei and a more irritable-looking Todo whose voice and hand gestures seemed to be growing louder and bolder with every passing comment between the three of them.

All while Ui Ui struggles to keep his head above the surface enough to breathe just a couple of feet away from where they’re standing.

Once again, you find yourself feeling horrified by what you were witnessing. Your eyes go wide in surprise and knot ties itself inside your chest- squeezing your heart full and tight with nothing but anxiety. How on earth did the trip of a lifetime end up like this?

“We should-” You begin to say, your eyes sliding over to Mr. Kusakabe. You don’t even have to finish your sentence before the older man is already nodding his head in agreement.

“Yeah,” He agrees quickly. He looks frustrated but seems a bit calmer than you feel at the moment. You suppose that him being a businessman must mean that he has probably seen his fair share of disaster situations. But still… “Probably for the best.”

“Right,” You say back, but by that time, Mr. Kusakabe has already started heading in the direction of the others. You hesitate for a moment, and that gives you the chance to look around the area for a brief second, taking it all in. The charm of the candy garden doesn’t seem very present at this moment. The once vibrant colors feel muted. The magic feels gone. And the thought of eating candy at a time like this has your stomach flip-flopping and turning into knots. Especially if that candy just so happens to be chocolate, much to your displeasure. You barely even register the fact that you can currently see Ms. Nagi and Junpei appearing from the same direction you originally came from and making their way over to where the rest of the group is congregating. Either way, You’re far too distracted and anxious at this point to be filled with awe and wonder and even think about someone other than the poor little boy who must be scared out of his mind right now. And the look on your brother’s face tells you that he’s feeling just about the same way.

Even so, you follow after Mr. Kusakabe in silent contemplation. Just a few steps behind. Ultimately, both Yuuta and (surprisingly) Momo begin to follow after you too. After all, it’s about time you all figure out why it seems like nothing has been done to save the poor boy. And it’s time to figure out what the group there seems to be arguing about.

Though by the time you arrive, part of you feels even more confused than before.

“And for the last time,” Your hear Mr. Gojo’s voice start to say at the point that you’re close enough to clearly make out all of his words. He sounds exhausted. He looks exhausted. Especially as he delivers his next lines while looking straight at Mr. Todo with a firm expression on his face. “No one else is jumping in there and swimming over to him. It’s bad enough that one person has already fallen in and tainted my supply. I don’t need my river tainted times two.”

You blink in surprise at the conversation you just walked in the middle of, and your eyes go to find Ms. Nagi who just arrived with a Junpei whose bored and uninterested look only rivals Momo’s. The two of you exchange expressions of confusion for a moment before joining the awkwardly formed, half-circle facing the river and tuning back into the conversation. But to be honest, it’s not all that surprising. At least, not the whole thing. The first idea you had was someone jumping in and swimming out to get Ui Ui. It’s what anyone would do with a normal river, after all.

But then again, this isn’t a normal river. It’s a river made of chocolate- a river that’s supposed to be made of the very product that Mr. Gojo earns probably the majority of his money. Hell, it’s because of his chocolate that the ten lucky strangers are here today to even get themselves into and deal with this mess. So, you feel like you can understand why Mr. Gojo is a little defensive at the thought of his product being ruined further. He was kind enough to open up his factory for all of you to visit. And he hasn’t exactly seen the best behavior from everyone here.

That said, there’s still a boy in the river. A living, breathing, scared little boy.

A boy whose situation honestly looks worse than you thought now that you’re closer.

At some point in between when he fell into the river and now, Ui Ui drifted farther away from the shore and was stuck treading water- chocolate- in the middle of a spot in the river where it began to break off into three individual streams to spread across the entirety of the garden. Probably a little under ten feet away from his closest shore if you’re judging the distance correctly. But at this point, the chocolate looks like it’s caked on him. It seems to be covering every inch of skin and clothes in a layer that seems to only thicken and harden with the more time he spends above the surface. Like some type of morbid, chocolate-covered treat. You know for yourself, it’s getting harder to remember what exactly that little boy looked like before he fell into the river.

But the worst of it all is perhaps the fact that right now, he can’t see. He can’t see which way is the right way to turn to get to safety because he can’t open his eyes without the risk of the same chocolate covering his face getting into his eyes and making things probably way worse than before. And with all this yelling and fighting going on must make things even more disorienting and scary for the poor boy.

Because help is here but no one is saving him.

The only thing Ui Ui can do is just continue to struggle to keep his head above the chocolate- letting out distresses cries and pleas that no one seems to be answering like they should. He’s barely keeping his neck above the surface and with each passing minute, it looks like his body is threatening to give up on him more and more. His movements are still frantic, but he’s starting to grow slower. Help is here. Help is just right here- just a couple of feet away.

But no one is saving him.

“Well if the supply is already tainted, there shouldn’t be any reason not to let him get in the river and try to reach him, right?” Mr. Kusakabe cuts in with a yell, gesturing to Mr. Todo and the other man nods in head and crosses his arms in front of his chest.

The two men seemed almost as equally frustrated as Mr. Gojo is. But the candymaker just sets his lips in a firm line before shaking his head. It’s jarring, seeing the man who was nothing but kind and sweet (and flirty, can’t forget that) with you turn down what feels like the most obvious and easiest plan to save Ui Ui- to save a little boy- just because it’ll ruin his product. But even if it was a matter of safety, it’s not like Mr. Todo is just any guy. Earlier, he said he owned a martial arts gym. He might not be a swim instructor or something, but his physique out of everyone else here should make him more qualified to get a kid that’s only about ten feet out, right? It can’t be all that different from swimming an actual river, right? ”

“Right!” Mr. Todo agrees earnestly, before uncrossing his arms just to jab a finger in Mr. Gojo’s direction. Something the white-haired man doesn’t take too kindly. “It’s a kid Gojo, we don’t have all day for you to work something out. You can’t seriously care more about the chocolate than a kid, right?! Because if you do-!”

“The chocolate is too heavy.”

Despite the fact that her voice was still kept at the quiet, level-headed, conversational tone you’ve only heard her speak in this entire time, everyone’s eyes turned to Ms. Mei the moment she spoke up. She seemed unaffected by the attention suddenly being on her. In fact, she didn’t even seem to notice it. Her gaze was on the river and on Ui Ui as she stood a couple of feet away from the rest of the group. She stood like she was observing the boy. Just watching him closely with her arms crossed in front of her chest, as if this were a test she was waiting for the boy to pass or fail in front of her.

But then after a few moments of silence, she turned her eyes towards the rest of the group and spoke again.

“It’s thicker than water,” She continued, expanding upon her comment from earlier. With her hair styled in a way that had one of her braids covering most of her face, it was hard for you to try to see what she was feeling or thinking at the moment. And with what little you were able to see didn’t offer much. Both her expressions and the look in her eyes tell you nothing about the way she currently feels other than the fact that it seems like she would rather be anywhere else but here right now. “Harder to swim in. Another person might make things worse.”

It takes an extra couple of seconds for her words to process in your mind. And by the time they do, Ms. Mei has already returned to observing Ui Ui and his constant struggle for survival, content with leaving you all with that message. But her explanation does seem to click into place the moment you see Mr. Gojo nodding his head at her words right out of the corner of your eye. At that point, you suppose it makes sense. Even if Mr. Gojo is a bit more concerned about his chocolate than a literal child (which, knowing how he feels and looks at some of the other members of your group, even when they are watching, wouldn’t be all that surprising at this point- he is a recluse after all), you suppose Ui Ui would have already been saved and out of the river by now if he could. Every second waste must be costing him a fortune.

And if Mr. Todo tried swimming out to Ui Ui but ultimately failed along the way? Well, fishing two bodies out of any river is always going to be much harder than fishing just one out. Especially if one of those bodies belongs to a man with a seriously scary and hulking physique.

Speaking of fishing…

“What if…” You begin speaking before you even realize it. Now, all the eyes are turning to you as you train off and try to collect your thoughts. The idea just sprang up on you, really. You didn’t even think through the logistics of this idea. It was just something that came up in your brain and out of your mouth before you could stop yourself. But then your eyes scan all the faces of the other adults before landing on Mr. Gojo’s. He holds your gaze for a while, and you notice how the look on his face has softened. At least a little bit, now that it's you who’s speaking. To be honest, right now, you’re really struggling to grasp if all the affection the man has been showing you is really the perk you desperately want it to be. But now isn’t the time to be concerned about that. There’s a little boy who is growing slower and slower by the minute. And if you all continue in this way, he’ll sure get hurt or drown with six capable adults just watching him. “What if…we threw something out there? Y’know… for Ui Ui to grab?”

You didn’t mean for the rest of your suggestion to come out like a question, but in an instant, Ms. Nagi jumped on your idea, helping to expand upon it more.

“Ooh, yeah!” Ms. Nagi exclaims, picking up right where you left off. All the eyes turn to her now and you’re relieved to have the attention pulled away from you. Though you don’t miss the way how Mr. Gojo’s eyes continue to linger on yours for just a few seconds longer than the rest of the group. It’s hard to ignore eyes like that, even when they’re hidden behind a pair of sunglasses. “We use one of the vines! And once Ui Ui grabs it, we can pull him to shore-”

“Won’t work either.”

Once again, Ms. Mei is quick to cut the conversation off before it’s able to go anywhere.

“Ui Ui never was a strong swimmer.” This time, she doesn’t even bother looking at the rest of you as she continues to speak flatly. Her eyes just stay trained to the sight in front of her. Just watching. Just waiting.“He’s too weak for that to work. Especially now.”

You swallow thickly at her words, hoping for them to not be true. Would it really not work? In your mind, the hardest part of this plan seemed to be just getting the vine or something for Ui Ui to grab onto directly into his arms since the boy couldn’t move around or see at all. But so long as he has enough strength to hold onto the vine, it should work. It has to work. Right? Even if the chocolate is thick and heavy, Ui Ui isn’t so big that the combined forces of six adults (and four children if it even comes to that) should be more than capable of pulling him to shore. Right?

But once again, you see Mr. Gojo nodding his head solemnly at Ms. Mei’s analysis, and all the hope you temporarily felt feels dashed again now that what feels like the two smartest people in the room have just shot down yet another plan. Though when your eyes meet his, Mr. Gojo offers you a weak smile, as if to assure you that things will ultimately end up just fine in the end. But you don’t feel any comfort from it. You can’t. Not with the wails of a child fighting for his life happening in the background.

Instinctively, you reach a hand around and behind you- right where you know your little brother is supposed to be. Yuuta responds instantly by grabbing your searching hand and holding it with his. You give it a tight squeeze for good measure, and he squeezes right back. He doesn’t whisper or give you shit for being too doting. In fact, you’re almost sure you can feel him shaking ever so slightly. It pains you to think that the only thing keeping you upright right now is the fact that you can confirm it’s not your brother’s life at risk right now. But even that feels like something you can just barely hold onto at the moment.

“Regardless, I’m going to need him back.” Ms. Mei spoke up once more. This time, she turned on her heel as she spoke and faced Mr. Gojo head-on with another flat expression. As if this was nothing more than a simple nuisance rather than a life-or-death situation. “He’s my responsibility, after all.”

But Mr. Gojo only grows more annoyed than he was before. If that was even possible.

“You should have started treating him like he’s your responsibility earlier. He wouldn’t be in my river if you did,” He practically growls out, something akin to a snarl playing on his lips as his hand squeezes the top hook of his cane, treating it like some sort of stress toy. Ms. Mei doesn’t back down one bit at his barely veiled expression of anger. In fact, she only seems unimpressed by it as she just raises an eyebrow at him, silently urging him to continue and finally tell her something that she wants to hear. “But…I did radio in for the pipe to be brought out earlier. It should be here shortly.”

‘The pipe?’ You wanted to ask, but the questions dies on your tongue. As attractive and sweet Mr. Gojo has been with you thus far, you’re not exactly vying for his attention at the moment. It feels odd seeing someone you’ve only known for a couple of hours go through so many emotions in the short time you’ve known them. And honestly, you wouldn’t have expected such anger to in exist in him before getting to know him a little more. Hell, you didn’t know exactly what type of person Mr. Gojo was before today. No one did. Those are the consequences of starting to get attached to strangers. You don’t know who they are until they show that side to you.

But he made you feel so special. He made you feel so important. So desired.

Like butterflies in your stomach was only the start…

Luckily for you, you didn’t even have to open your mouth to get an answer. Because right then and there, someone who was a whole hell of a lot braver than you decided to open their mouth and ask the very same question you had on your mind.

“What the fuck is a pipe going to do?” Junpei says plainly, his normally monotone voice taking on a more mocking tone for the moment. You hear (and see) Ms. Nagi go to swat her son for his choice of language, but aside from a quick “ow!” the boy doesn’t back down with his taunting. Even despite the very obvious vendetta, Mr. Gojo seems to have against the boy. “Suck up all the chocolate? Drain the river?”

But while the crassness of the boy’s words seemed to be the reason behind the sudden clenching of his jaw, Mr. Gojo didn’t seem to grow any more (visibly) upset. In fact, you find that he’s nodding once again at the question, confirming that Junpei’s half-assed attempt at a joke was indeed true.

“It’s the only way to get him out safely without risking harm to any one of my other precious, precious, little guests.” Mr. Gojo explained, his eyes landing directly on Junpei’s figure as he emphasized just how he felt about his ‘precious’ guests. If looks could kill, you know that kid would be a goner right now. Frozen solid by that icey stare that only seems to grow more and more cold as the seconds pass by, and a chilling smile starts to tug at Mr. Gojo’s lips. “So long as my workers intercept him before he gets to the Fudge Room, of course.”

All while Ui Ui continues to shout and scream and pleas and thrash in the river behind him. Completely unaware of the fate that lies ahead.

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