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(Project Sekai) Mafuyu Asahina . Angst . Alternate Universe, First Person, Diary/Journal, Everyone In N25 + Mafuyu's Parents Are Mentioned, Imaginary Friends, Dreams Vs. Reality, Implied/Referenced Suicidal Thoughts, Trans Male Mafuyu, Gender Issues, They/She Pronouns For Mizuki
" Mafuyu dreams of people that don't exist, which becomes the topic of many private diary entries. Soon these fictitous individual become the only source of comfort available, and the start of many new realizations.
AU: The other members of N25, alongside the Empty SEKAI and all their events, don't exist in the real world. Instead they only appear inside Mafuyu's reoccuring dreams. "
Ao3 Mirror . 1,577 Words
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Entry 1: A Strange Dream Visitor
I listened to a new kind of song earlier. It was a 'Vocaloid' song. The concept behind it is interesting, I guess. I don't actually know. It didn't make me feel anything.
As usual.
But I did have a dream about the character named Miku. She looked different from her actual appearances. White hair with fluffier pigtails, blue and pink eyes, and a plain white dress. Also wore only one sock, for some reason.
She begged me to not disappear. Told me that I had to find my 'true feelings'. What could that mean? What are my true feelings? I haven't had any emotion towards anything in a long time. It might've been years by now.
Maybe it's some cruel joke from my mind. Nothing is going to change, and maybe it shouldn't. I'll be gone from here soon anyways.
I guess it truly doesn't matter.
Entry 2: She Keeps Returning
I keep having dreams about Miku. The strange version of her. She tells me the same things. That I can't die yet, that I need to discover what I really feel deep down inside. Why doesn't she tell me then? If she's so insistent about it then surely she knows more than I poss
Why would I care about this?
It's only a dream. It'll stop one day. Stop like everything else. I'll be gone soon, 'true feelings' or not. A dream won’t change anything. It can’t.
Entry 3: And Then There Were Three
I saw that place again. The place where I always see Miku. I forgot to describe in my earlier entries. Or maybe it wasn't important enough.
It's empty. A grayscale landscape filled with nothing. Mostly nothing. A few things are scattered about. But they aren't that worth noting.
She wasn't the only one there this time. I saw three other girls. Kanade had long white straightened hair, blue eyes, and a blue jacket. Ena's short hair and eyes seemed to be the same shade of brown, with a frilly pink and black dress. Mizuki was similar to Ena in having their hair color match their eyes, but they were pink instead, and she wore a white and blue dress.
I don't really understand it. All of them were telling me to not disappear too. In the dream Kanade showed me a song I've never heard before. A song she made. I'm sure it doesn't exist. But I felt this faint sensation hearing it.
I'm not sure what it was. Maybe I’ll understand it later. She told me she'd keep making music if it meant saving me.
I don't know if I want to be saved. But I think maybe I want to hear more from her.
Entry 4: A Silent Void
I keep sleeping. Exactly at the same time I've always had. And yet none of them have shown up since that night. I knew I couldn't expect to see their faces every time, but it's been nearly two weeks.
There’s a hollow feeling within me. More intense than usual. Could this be the reason? I can’t see why some fictional people not appearing in my sleep anymore would do this to me.
It doesn't matter. They're not real, and they'll never be real. I checked. There is no Kanade Yoisaki, nor a Mizuki Akiyama, and there isn't any Ena Shinonome registered anywhere in the world. Even if there was, they'd be completely different people. The closest I got was a boy with Ena's last name attending the other school nearby.
Yet why do I feel worse than usual? Maybe I'm just reminded how I’m not allowed to show anyone my real expressions in this world. I'll just go back to what truly matters, focus on my plan to disappear.
But a thought in my head says I want to hear her music one last time before I go.
Entry 5: A Song Shared
I saw them again. Finally.
Kanade had another song. Miku said we should sing it together. I can't think of why she'd suggest that. But we did. And I didn't dislike it, I think. I even felt it again. I'm still looking for a way to describe it. Maybe one of them will find the words for me next time.
Ena doesn't seem to like me much. She looks upset when talking to me. But despite this she doesn't want me gone. Is that strange?
Mizuki's a very energetic one. The two of them speak with a sort of confidence, but theirs is very different. She smiles a lot. Smiles at me. I honestly wonder why.
Miku seems happier now that all of them are here. It'd be more convenient if I could say whether I was too. But I think I've changed my mind. They're the only ones I have in this life, even if they don't truly exist.
I'll be waiting until we can sing together again.
Entry 6: Recreation of Harmony
I've begun recreating the songs we’ve sung together. My choices for software are limited. I shouldn't ask my parents to spend money on something like this, and I need to focus on my studies, so I shouldn’t let a job take up my time from that. But just for a little while I'd like to work on this. I don't want to forget, so I have to preserve them.
Warm is the word I realized I was missing. These songs give me a feeling akin to warmth. I’m not fully certain if that's a good thing yet, but I've been desiring my disappearance less and less often after meeting the others. So I think it could be.
I looked into it and Vocaloid is a lot more expensive than I figured. Which leaves me only the option of recording imitations of everyone's voices on my phone. But that's fine, as long as I have a way to remember.
Entry ??: New Faces, Conflict Escalation
There's been more people appearing in my dream world. All of them based on other Vocaloid characters I've seen. They're more true to their original design than Miku is. I don’t know why or if that means anything.
KAITO was the last to come. And he's angry. He doesn't like my mother, and he tells me that. He says she's killing who I truly am. But I just can't see that being the case. She just wants what's best for me. Father agreed too, on things like how being a doctor would be better than becoming a nurse.
But the emptiness comes back whenever I think that now. I don't want to think about this. He isn't real. He isn't able to know anything.
I say that, yet he's a fragment of my own mind, isn’t he?
Entry ??: Ran Away In The Rain
I dreamt about Kanade talking to my mother. I dreamt about being told my friends were distracting me from my future. She told me that I can't see them anymore. Something wet wouldn't stop running down my cheeks. I was crying. And that made her cry. I felt like a terrible daughter. I still do, I think.
Some time after I dreamt about having feelings so terrible I couldn't take any of it anymore. They were different from the hollowness. Which was still there, but this time it was almost like something was stabbing into my chest. It hurt. And I started running before I could think about it.
Kanade found me. It was raining. She held me without even thinking about getting soaked. She let me stay with her instead. And for the first time I felt like it really was okay to not smile. I even wondered if it was fine to be a bad child about some things sometimes.
I'm starting to question things I never have before. And the best word I have to describe the feeling for that is fear. I never wanted KAITO to be right. But mother might actually be the one killing me slowly, from the inside.
And I ask if I deserve to disappear for writing that.
Entry ??: Do You Too Mirror A Part Of Me?
Mizuki ran away. Ena found her. They told all of us about themselves. Their secret.
I haven't been able to look at my reflection the same since.
I never connected to the face in the mirror. It’s always just been the girl who's supposed to pass all her studies then do well as a doctor. The girl who always smiles at everyone and lends them a hand whenever they need.
Is this really me, though?
My clothes have started to feel weird. The chest area is too visible, but that's strange to think, isn't it? And for some reason I have a new reaction to skirts. I don't think I like them. Pants are fine, though. But my school's dress code forbids them. Something about that makes these feelings worse.
I can't return to how I was. Nothing is okay anymore. I can't stop thinking about telling my mother that I still might want to be a nurse instead. Or fantasizing of living with someone who isn't my parents, someone who sees my smile fade and my voice drop then says they'll still save me.
I can't change. I can't stay. I'll make no progress anywhere the people in my dreams tell me I should. There's nothing I can do. It'll never get anywhere.
But if I'm going to give up anyways maybe I should listen to his suggestions. None of them want me to die. And I wouldn't be able to listen to her songs again if I did. Even if it means becoming a cruel child.
Cruel son?
That word brings warmth, and I've become even more terrified.
(Tokyo Debunker) Yuri Isami & gn!Reader . Emotional Hurt/Comfort . Episode 18 Spoilers, Crying, Hugs, Sitting On Lap, Tea, Yuri Falls Asleep On Reader, Jiro Kirisaki Is Present
" The Frostheim students had left after having their fun tearing into Yuri. You opt to comfort him. "
Title is a lyric from 'It Took Me By Surpise' by Maria Mena. Some inspiration was from this piece of fanart
Ao3 Mirror . 661 Words
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It was the first time you witnessed Yuri breakdown.
The Frosthiem students had been vicious, as they always were. Driven by gossip and pretty smiles built on false politeness. Though now the only people remaining in the room were you, an unphased Jiro, and Yuri– who you watched sob into the palms of his hands. Unresponsive to your words.
"Yuri." You stepped forward. Uncertainty ran cold through your veins, not knowing how to bring the doctor comfort. But you had to try. You wanted to try, "Tell me if this isn't okay with you."
Your hands lift to rest on his shoulders, and he flinches. But there’s no further reaction, including no move to get away from the contact. Gently you begin using your thumbs to trace lines back and forth on his shoulders as you turn to the other man standing in the room, "Jiro, can you brew some tea?" Yuri liked tea. And you recalled some explanation about it having calming properties.
"Alright." He turns his attention to the cabinet of various flavors of tea. And you turned your attention back to Yuri once he grasped the sides of your arms. He isn't much aware of his own strength, it seemed. Fingers digging in with a desperation unable to be contained. You get a few more seconds to look at his scrunched up face before he's shoving it into you– buried in your own shoulder.
You waste no time in wrapping your arms around him. Slowly you guide him over to the chair slid slightly away from his desk. His steps are somewhat uncoordinated– too focused on his body's response which he failed to conceal. Though with patience you manage to situate him in your lap, albeit with some coaxing.
“They’re gone now.” You murmur hushed assurances to him, now running a hand along his back. Jiro sets the freshly brewed tea down on the desk, returning to his position of watching on silently afterwards. You thank him– tone still low, and take the cup to offer to Yuri. It takes him a moment to register the aroma but soon he pulls away to see what is in your hand. Accepting it with an air of hesitance.
He's still shaking. Though Yuri's sobs have started to recede. A sign that he's calming down. He takes a sip, then a shaky breath, before he speaks– "I hate them." Brow furrowing as he thinks about old memories from last year, "Those parasites. I'm not the one who betrayed anybody." His voice wavers and cracks. Frustrated as he lifts a hand to wipe the tear stains coating his face.
Maybe you should comment. But maybe you shouldn't, seeing as you don't know the whole story. Details of exhaustion seep into Yuri's expression. So you decide to use your voice for something else. Humming one of the classical melodies you had caught him singing to himself. His eyes widen in recognition, a bashful scoff leaving his lips as he opts to finish his tea instead.
Moments pass with the lingering sense of raw vulnerability. The clutches of shame refusing to fully release him even after he's done with the beverage. However the hour is late and he only grows more drowsy. A hand leads him back to resting his full weight on you, "Sleep. You deserve it. You've earned it."
Pride dictates that he should refuse. Make a fuss with flushed cheeks and indignant glares. But would it really be so terrible to indulge this once, though? He’s already embarrassed himself as is. His tired brain can't muster the energy to refute such a line of thinking.
"I'll go grab a blanket." Jiro speaks before walking out. Temporarily taking his presence elsewhere.
Eyes fluttering shut Yuri resigns. Today will simply be a day he'd refuse to bring up. As stubborn as he may be, though, he'll mark you down in his mind as somebody he can trust. Somebody to be silently grateful for.
Hiiii,, it’s the.kuguten req guy!!! (yaaaay!) first of, I wanted to say tyssmsmsmsmsm for taking my request in !! Was so full of joy and all!! Giggly ’nd stuff... It was awesome!! Tyyy so so much again!! Think it affected my dreams, though, I remember Ten being mentioned somewhere. Scary.
For the second part, I’m gonna indulge in the joys, if I may... Would it be okay to request for Kuguri x M!reader who is constantly tired/sleepy during the day despite sleeping at night?
Again, it is totes fine if not, and ty if you can!🩵
( Ten dream invader.. I'm very glad you liked it! Feel free to stop by again ^^ )
Convenient Excuse for a Cuddle
(18TRIP) Kuguri Domeki x male!Reader . Fluff . Reader Is Always Tired, Cuddling, Literal Sleeping Together
Reader Is Called; Jóképű (Handsome)
" You're tired, like always. Kuguri notices and decides to drag you back to bed "
Ao3 Mirror . 297 Words
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Kuguri watched as you yawned for.. how many times was that today? Tilting his head to catch a better view of you– who looks like you're debating passing out on the spot. He raises a brow, entertained, "Something the matter, jóképű?" Of course he has to be a tease.
"Tired." You respond back, too out of energy to say more than what's necessary.
"Oh? You seemed to be sleeping rather soundly on my chest the other night." A smile you'd call sweet spreads across his face– only if you hadn't learned to pick up his deception. No, he's just tacking on an act of coyness.
"I'm tired regardless. Always am."
Raising a hand for his head to rest on, he thinks aloud, "Hm. Lacking in iron, perhaps? Or maybe..." A pause follows the unfinished sentence. Inky eyes staring into you in a way that almost has you feeling like a specimen being observed. Not long after he shrugs, "No matter. There's an easy solution I think we'll both enjoy."
What is he scheming now? Well, abruptly gathering you into his arms seems to be part of it. Kuguri becomes unresponsive to any potential questioning or confused looks. Leaving you in the dark until you're right back in bed together, same position as last night.
"If you're tired– simply rest." It isn't that easy in your case. And he knows it. The amusement his eyes fail to hide is a dead giveaway. Still, his hold on you tightens. Leading you closer to the left side of his chest. "The world can wait for a few hours, don't you think?" Admittedly, his heartbeat is rather convincing.
He'll figure out what to do with you later. In the meantime he has an excuse to use you as his weighted blanket.
(Ensemble Stars) Arashi Narukami x gn!Reader . Fluff / Hurt/Comfort . Mental Breakdown, Cuddling, Kisses, Declarations of Love, Mention Of Bathing And Eating Together, She/Her Pronouns For Arashi
" As a knight, she will always be there for her treasured ones. In other words; Arashi comforts you during a breakdown. "
Ao3 Mirror . 577 Words
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Arashi's body shielded you from the world. Holding you close whilst you clung to her, as if she were your life line. Maybe that wasn't too far off. If you had to endure this alone you're not sure it wouldn't drive you past some sort of limit.
A gentle hand trails to and fro on your back. The motions chipping away some at your nerves. Her melodic voice works in tandem with the rest of her; whispering tender assurances, praises coming directly from her heart, and humming melodies she knows you favor.
Her warmth and fragrance envelops you. Just present enough to ground you without further overwhelm. A thorn of insecurity appears in your mind. She maintains herself so well. And you, well, to put it simply are not. Arguably far from it, perhaps.
You try to apologize. Repent for taking up space while in her shining presence. But she doesn't let you. Stopping your spiral with soft hushes and a kiss atop the crown of your head, "This is what knights are for." She pulls you closer, a feat you initially thought impossible, "Lean into me. Let me be the one to help carry your burdens. I'll walk with you to the ends of the Earth, okay?" She leans back slightly, just enough to press her lips against your cheek, "Carry you, even. So please, let me do my duty as the knight who swore her heart to you."
And the look in her eyes. You don't think anyone else in all of history could have eyes that sparkle with love as brightly as hers. It's enough to make you falter. To have the foreign feeling of being worthwhile begin its bloom in your chest. A seed she made sure to plant, something she plans to nurture til her deathbed. And maybe it's not something you can grasp yet but she'll adore every second of it.
You nod, submitting fully to her care. Oh, how happy she looks at that. Peppering even more of her affection across your face– fondness uncontained. More praises are spilled in the intervals she pulls away– only slightly, to move onto to the next spot. Replacing the negative thoughts swirling in your brain with the sweetest petnames and compliments alike.
A few minutes pass and the moment has settled down. Your chest feels lighter. And it seems the same can be said for her– who nuzzles into you with a content sigh, "How does a bath together sound? Oh, we could order some food after. I'd love some dessert from that place you showed me. Then I could give you a little at-home spa treatment... Of course, I wouldn't mind getting pampered by you as well."
Once again you only nod. Too filled with hazy content for talking, eyes falling shut. Feeling the shake of Arashi's shoulders when she laughs, filled with a mix of giddyness and amusement upon noticing the state she's led you to. Unable to resist giving you yet another kiss.
"I love you." And you believe it. The pure earnesty in her voice, in her posture, in the way she showers you with affection like it's her favorite thing in the world– and you'd hardly if it was.
Your knight with the brightest heart as her shining armor. A sun parting each storm to fill you with warmth and melt away your worries.
"I love you." The glimmer of light who assures you all will be okay.
Petnames Used For Reader; Babe (Renga & Ryui), Darling (Kafka), Tulip (Nagi), Life of my love (Yachiyo)
" You've come to pick them up from the bar. Unsurpisingly they are drunk. More surpisingly they don't recongize you "
Ao3 Mirror . 1,712 Words
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Renga Nishizono
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"Annd so I said–" Renga was trying to ramble at the barkeep about some mundane story that happened a while back. Unfortunately for him his body chose that specific moment to be wracked with hiccups.
"Renga, it's time to go." He turned to you, finally settling down and able to speak again.
"What? Who're.. you?" His eyes slanted in an attempt to comprehend what, more so who, he was looking at. Instead of recognition you only got an indignified look, "I'm a'rready taken. Don't need you.. hittin on me. Juss call my partner to pick me up."
"Yes, that's what I'm trying to do, Renga. I'm your partner."
"Whaat? My partner isn't all blurry like youu... 's face is...." His eyes began to sparkle as he focused on the memory, voice lowering to an awed hush, "Shoo nice....."
You chuckled. He was always adorable whenever admiring you. "Yeah? Tell me more."
"The most..... greatess, soothin voice. And, an' the look when I call–" Abruptly his eyes snap wide open. Discerning the difference between your face beneath the bleariness and the one he's recalling. Only to find none.
"Babe!" Renga springs to his feet, "It's you!" He looks so happy, like a dog seeing their owner return. "We're goin home, right? I wanna.. wanna cuddle with you."
Kafka Oguro
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"What should the next date be..?" Kafka muses to absolutely no one. His head laying on the bartop was reminiscing of various amusement park attractions and other such activities couples do that you had done in the past.
"Kafka. Let's go."
He stirred a bit, but didn't turn to face you. If you circled him you'd see his eyes shut closed, brows scrunched, "Hm? Who are you supposed to be? I'm busy thinking, go away."
"And what are you thinking about?"
"Dates for my partner. The loviest...." He trailed off with a laugh, not bothering to finish his sentence once the butterflies in his chest returned.
You reach out to him, gently taking him by the chin to get him to look at you, "I'm sure we'll be able to go on plenty, after you've come home and sobered up."
At first he only glares, "Hey..!" But it falters– his attitude. Even if his drunken state caused him to filter out your voice it wasn't able to keep him from recognizing your appearance. "Darling?" He takes a moment to process, before pulling you into a hug, "There you are! C'mon, I thought of the perfect place for us to go. Carry me?"
Raito Kitakata
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You found him tucked away in a booth, giggling to himself. "Hey, Raito. Ready to head back?"
He looks up at you, mirth still stuck in his eyes, only speaking after he can calm his laughter down, "No thank you. I'm waiting for a friend." He pats the vacant spot next to him, "But 'til then you're welcome to join me."
The seat is a rather plush material, typical for places like these. Raito's associated with quite a few people– granted the company he works at, so you figure to check, "Who're waiting on?"
He opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. For a few seconds you both sit in a semi-awkward silence. That is until he bursts out laughing again, hunched over, "It's you. It's– I didn't even realize!" Ah, the fact the person in question sat right next to him and he hadn’t connected the dots is what he was cracking up at. It was rather amusing, plus his laugh was always nice to listen to. You allow him a few moments to get it out. Finally watching as he wipes a tear from his eye. "In that.. In that case..." He starts, out of breath, "Yes, let's head home.. Ahaha"
Nagi Hachinoya
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"Nagi. We're leav–"
"In the Netherlands, during the Dutch golden age, tulip bulb prices reached amounts that were similar to that of houses. They first started skyrocketing in 1634 before crashing in 1637, around February specifically. Some say it's the first 'speculative bubble' to be recorded. A speculative bubble being when–"
"Nagi." You interrupt, absolutely befuddled at how he locked onto you with a whirldwind of information of... something. Flowers, you think it was? He was speaking a bit too quickly for you to properly catch up.
"Hm?" He stares with that blank expression. Then it clicks. "Oh. Hello tulip." He greets you with a smile, unphased.
"Hi, Nagi. We're going home."
He nods, "Okay. But first, did you know–"
You loved listening to him. Really, you did. Though ultimately you had to take his hand and start dragging him away before you got stuck there til the late hours midnight. He quiets down, though you pick up on him mumbling something, love in his voice
"You're the most precious tulip to ever exist. Priceless... Though I'd spend a fortune to make you happy, still."
Ryui Shiramitsu
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"Brother, your partners here!" Toi perks up the second he catches sight of you.
"Wha..? I don't have a partner. What're you talking about, Toi?"
Rude. But you suppose with how much of his life was dedicated to his twin it's understandable that there'd be gaps surrounding anything else in his memory, at least when he was quite a few drinks in.
Toi looks at him solemnly, "Brotherrr. Do you really not remember? Your really, really nice partner. Who, despite only dating one of us, always buys me sweets when picking up stuff for you..? That partner?"
Despite Toi's best effort Ryui only sits there, brow raised and arms crossed. A determined look crosses the other's face, "If you're not going to remember.... I'll just have to tickle you until you do!!"
"Huh– Wait– Toi!?" Too late, the brighter-haired Shiramitsu was already making an attack directly on the back of Ryui's neck. "T-TOI! AHAAHA, Hey! Hey, stoohOHOP. I remember now! I REMEMBER!! HAHAHAHA!"
Mercy is finally given. Your other half burying his face in his hands the second he's released. You and his brother wait for him to say something. After a long silence, still too embarrassed to look at you, "Hi.. babe. Let's go. And for the record we are never speaking of this again."
Yodaka Natsume
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"Yodaka. I'm here to pick you up."
"Hm? Did my partner send you?" He acts like his usual self, speech even sounding relatively the same. However... "Partner, panther, philosopher."
There it was. That was the giveaway to him being drunk. His tendency to zone onto a word he said and add on anything with similar phonetics, specifically while intoxicated. It was a rather unique trait. Oddly endearing, even.
"I'm your partner. I sent myself to pick you up."
"Passionflower."
Not even a nickname. He's simply just doing it again– picking that stream of thoughts right back up. You're not sure he even heard you. Blinking at him, him blinking at you. A silence that stretches before you break it to try again.
"I am your partner." Hopefully repeating it more firmly will do.
A shocked look takes him over. Only briefly. He recomposes with a chuckle, "I didn't recognize you, lovely. My apologies." A hand extends out, "Shall we go? Lovely, lively, lavishly."
You accept his invitation, pulling him up out of the seat. As you're about to turn to the door a kiss is placed upon your knuckles, "Lonely. Something I'll never be with you."
Netaro Yowa
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"Netaro. Let's–"
"You're a strange looking humannn." What a way to be greeted. You supposed it's far from the oddest thing to come out of Netaro, though. "Sooo good lookingg. I could eat'cha right up!" He bounces in his spot, giddily. "Wait!" Oh, he stopped, "Isn't it criminalll to look so nicee? I heard that from somewhereeeee. Or wasss it that someone like youu is candyy?"
Chin held in hand, he contempletes this matter with intense seriousness... Referencing two very basic and common pick-up lines you can find almost anywhere. "Are you candyyy? Or a criminall? Criminall or candy? Candy or criminal? Criminal candy? Candy criminnal? Candymaall? Crimdyy? Oh, maybee both?"
He really was debating on eating you. Or tossing you in prison. Now with that dopey smile. Well, you've adjusted to this flavor of nonsense. A perk of being with him. "Neither. I'm your partner."
"Partner?!" Even that strand of hair atop his head stiffens up once he hears that, "Y-You're telling mee I located a partner? One thing used in the equations of looove!?"
Nodding is your first confirmation. You were about to verbally make your second, however Netario rushed to jump you with his affections. Literally, " YIAAAAAAAY!! I FOUND A PARTNER– A PARTNERRR! A CANDY CRIMINAL PARTNER!!!"
Lightheartedly you shove him off you, just so the two of you wouldn't topple over. "You're making a scene! Also it's 'eye candy' and 'so attractive it should be criminal'." You're trying to scold him, but truly you can't help the fondness that seeps into your voice.
"Eye candy criminally attractive partner.... Come! You musstt be locked up so I can have a taaaste." You don't get a second to register anything he's said, finding yourself hoisted up by a stumbling Netaro who makes his way out of the bar.
Yachiyo Fuefuki
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"Hrmmn.. Sooo hungry. Maybe I should order something? Wait where's my wallet?!"
"Yachiyo. Everything alright? It's almost time to leave."
"GWUEH" Startled is his first reaction. Awe is the next, "A hooorse? Wait, no! You have a horn! You're a unicorn!! Ahahaha!"
...Was he hallucinating? Maybe you should adjust your plans and have a professional look at him.
"Heeyyy, magical mystical unicornnmmn. Are you here to take me on an adventshuree?"
"...Sure, we're going on an adventure." Whatever gets him to go with you. You guess.
"Wooaahhh. I cannn't belieeve I've been chhooseen... Wait! You sound like my partneerrr." Oh, suddenly he's panicking, "Is that you in there!? Did you get cursed and turned into a unicorn– do we have to go and find a way to break to it?!"
He looks like he's on the verge of crying. You try to interject, but– "Don'tworryI'llsaveyoulifeofmylove!!!" He makes a running start. Only to nearly fall flat on his face if it weren't for you catching him. Some pitiful sounds of nausea tumble from his chest. "I'd stilll love you if you weree a wormmm, okayy? Shooo just leave it to me. I'lll drive...."
For the Mellow Dear Us anon; I never looked into them before so it may take me a bit to grasp their characters before I can begin writing– plus they are currently Japanese exclusive so I'll see what I can find in terms of translations (I am open to having any info in English about them sent my way!)
For the Nanbaka anon; I am. so sorry it has been taking so long ^^; I thought I finished the fic but realized I had forgotten something that'll require a bit of rewriting. I will get it done though!
" You've come to pick them up from the bar. Unsurpisingly they are drunk. More surpisingly they don't recongize you "
Ten Murakumo
🔵 Toxic Neighbor Trio's Movie Night - Kuguri Domeki x Ten Murakumo x male!Reader
" Ten picked out a movie for your date night. He wounds up falling asleep on Kuguri, who had been ignoring the film in favor of his nails– and who you were currently leaning on. How adorable. What is he to do but give you both a kiss? "
Hello! I stumbled upon your blog through your 18Trip reader insert and I really loved it, and I was wondering if I could request for a KuguTen x M!Reader poly fic! Anything would honestly go well for me for as long as it is SFW, I am a starved and accept any crumbs, frankly, haha!
Thank you lots if you can, and it is totally okay if not, I wish you a great day, night, or anything else!!
Apologies if this is a bit awkward or so, I have never made reqs before, no idea how to go about it......???
( Ello and thank you for sending in a request! I'm glad you liked my other fic, and I hope you'll enjoy this one as well ^^ And no worries, you wrote out everything just fine :] Feel free to drop by again if you'd like– and have nice day! )
Toxic Neighbor Trio's Movie Night
(18TRIP) Kuguri Domeki x Ten Murakumo x male!Reader . Fluff . Polyamory, Move Night, Cuddling, Literal Sleeping Together, Sleeping On Each Other, Kisses, No Dialouge
" Ten picked out a movie for your date night. He wounds up falling asleep on Kuguri, who had been ignoring the film in favor of his nails– and who you were currently leaning on. How adorable. What is he to do but give you both a kiss? "
Ao3 Mirror . 417 Words
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Three men were lounging around together on a couch. In front of them sat a TV playing some movie that went out of fashion a little short of a decade ago. Honestly it wasn't that high of quality– too many clichès and the actors managed to be just stiff enough to take you out of the immersion. Yet somehow, something in it had a 'bad enough that it's good' quality to it. Guess that's why you were watching it. Or at least you hoped Ten wasn't sadistic enough to have you to sit through 2 hours of deliberate trash in cinema form.
Kuguri on the other hand was hardly paying it any mind. Settled in the middle with his focus centered on the small brush reapplying a void black to his nails. Movements careful enough to not jostle his boyfriends who decided his shoulders were a good enough substitute for pillows. Seemingly comfortable enough for Ten to yawn and nestle into the other one's neck with eyes closed, disregarding the movie he chose out in favor of sleeping on him. Lazily an arm flops onto your shoulder, Ten turning you into his personal armrest.
Kuguri's gaze turns to him, breaking away from his own activity for the first time in one hour and fifteen minutes. An amused chuckle escapes him, turning just enough to leave a kiss to the crown of Ten's head. Right after he returns to his nailwork– but you've been with him long enough to know somethings swirling around in that mind of his; he wants you to plead for a kiss of your own.
Deciding to play into his little game you give his shirt a tug. The smirk that breaks through his resting expression when he looks at you is more than enough to confirm your suspicions. You don't speak, only repeating the action. He huffs, once again in amusement, and you're given what you sought for. A kiss to your forehead. But he doesn't leave it at that– A second to your cheek, and a third to your lips. The man who toys with others, the fact nearly always written on his face, even now. Yet there's a fondness that finds its way into his eyes, reserved for special people like you.
And you lean further into him, the serenity of the moment easing you enough for drowsiness to creep on you. A nap on your partner sounds much more enticing than whatever movie was currently going on forgotten, you've decided.
(Tears of Themis) Vyn Richter x trans male!Reader . *Smut . No Sex, Forced Masculization, Internalized Transphobia, Non-Consensual Drug Use, T Gel, Massage, Weight Gain, Gender Euphoria
Reader is referred to as a man
" It doesn't matter how much you truly wanted it. For one reason or another you refused yourself your transition. Vyn suggesting a certain gel for one-on-one massage therapy sessions must be unrelated, surely. "
[ *A/N: Not proper smut but labelling as such since this is flat out kink writing ]
Ao3 Mirror . 611 Words
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You had been doing it again.
Denying yourself. Looking at the imagery of a brighter future and turning away. Claiming you didn't deserve such a thing, that'd you be betraying someone or something by reaching your hand out to the notion of embracing who you'd rather be.
It pained him, to say the least. How he wanted to see you living your life in earnest full. How he'd love to be there with you every step of the way. He could set you up with everything you'd need, and it'd fill his heart with joy if you would only let him.
But you weren't budging. No matter what he countered with there was a part of you drowning too deep in misery to hear him. He understood that is simply how others are, sometimes. So the only remaining solution is a straightforward one; Take matters into his own hands.
What kind of lover would he be otherwise?
Maybe it's an abuse of his position. But as perceptive as he is it's only natural he would notice the envy coating your expression when you came across someone with physical attributes you'd love to have. So it didn't matter. He'd stash away as much as he needed. Little grew to be more important than becoming a witness to your true happiness.
"You've seemed rather stressed recently, my dear." He started one afternoon while the two of you were enjoying a beverage and some food he prepared, "There’s a new gel that was created for use in massage therapy not too long ago. I hear it's become quickly reputable. Would you like to try it out?"
Ah, the way he looks at you. Honeyed irises brimming with sincerity. Well it wouldn't hurt to agree. An innocent, caring gesture from your partner. He only wants the best for you, after all ♡
And the soft skin of his palms works wonders against your skin. The placement is.. a little oddly specific. But he claims this stuff is essentially professional grade material. So you can pardon the small oddity. Plus you get a full display of his beautiful features, concentrating on easing your tension. And the smile he gives while peppers your face with kisses afterwards, murmuring gentle praises? You'd say this was an effective treatment.
Thus this turned into your daily ritual. Nothing was out of the ordinary at first. Merely two lovebirds spending some bonding time together. A new heart-warming aspect of your relationship. How sweet.
But then the changes started kicking in.
Your voice had begun dropping without your input. There was some new weight around your midsection. More hair started to grow in than before. Alongside a handful of other things that developed over the years.
Vyn came up behind you whilst you stared into the mirror. One hand coming to settle at the side of your stomach– while the other lightly grasped your stubble covered chin, thumb caressing the jawline.
"What a stunning man you've turned into. Tell me, how does it feel?"
Those eyes. If you were anyone else you don't think you'd see it. But you recognize that hidden mischief deep in his gaze. A man who acts on the benefit of the people while tinted with a kind of darkness that's uniquely his.
He had something to do with this. You could already tell. And he was quick to catch onto that, dropping the facade with a rouge grin. You don't get to stare back for too long, as he's turning your attention back towards your reflection.
And what takes you by surprise the most is how intense it is for your skin to finally feel like yours.
it is i. the aoi requester 2000! i return for the fourth time! four like the amount of members in visty!
so. heh. nerding out a lil you. you know how aoi has problems with their identity. aoi has an issue w vulnerability/being open (emphasized in aoi’s nobody’s listening) and tldr past experience has caused aoi to be very bad at genuine (voluntary) vulnerability bcus lets be real trap reactions arent voluntary at all. CASE IN POINT IS may i request a reverse comfort fic where reader comforts aoi after they narrowly avoid their identity being exposed on sns ?
SORRY THUS ONE IS KINDA LONG BCUS I HAD TO NERD OUT ABT THEM once again!! Thanksies x100, stay healthy, stay happy, and drink water!!!
( HI HELLO I am so sorry for the wait on this. And no worries I am glad to recieve an infodump in an request!! Please feel free to drop by my inbox again, seeing you and my other returning asker always makes my day! ^^ Take care! )
A Prince's Secrets
(Paradox Live) Aoi Kureha x gn!Reader . Emotional Hurt/Comfort . Social Media Users Being Nosy, Brief Allusions To Panic Attack, Kisses, Cuddling, Declarations Of Love
Petnames Used For Reader; 'Dear' and 'My only one'
" People online always wanted to know more about idols. Sometimes they sought to learn too much. Aoi panics after their identity nearly gets discovered on social media. You hear about it and come to check on them. "
Ao3 Mirror . 851 Words
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Speculations were normal. Having swarms of people being nosy about you was to be expected when you lived under a spotlight. All ways of living had their own prices to tag along with their benefits, Aoi knew that and chose to continue with their life being on the path it was.
Still, that doesn't mean one becomes immune to the spiking of emotions that come from certain circumstances. Usually it’s standard, albeit somewhat strange, questions. What food did they like? What type of candles do they favor? What scent was their shampoo? Simple things that felt odd to be on the receiving end of when the other party is a bunch of strangers they hadn’t known most of the faces of. But as an idol it meant they were liked, and granted it was inevitable in this type of society they opted to see something endearing in the over excited inquisitions that came from intents of innocent curiosity.
But a person is what Aoi ultimately was. And everyone had something they'd rather not be pried into. Unfortunately the internet had many that wouldn't pay mind to that.
'So what is Aoi?'
A question more common than they would like it to be. Hearing the same matter go around in circles of guesses always formed a sense of unease within them. Their identity was something they kept locked deep inside their chest– alongside most information surrounding their personal life, unready to have the contents exposed to any person.
But the possession of that choice may become no longer theirs.
Conformity, defiance. These options also had their rewards and consequences. As is the balance of life. Yet why did that have to feel so unfair? The suffocation of their soul when they had followed along with the standards set, the cries of their mother when the mask of something hidden began to crack. Either choice would not give them an absence of stares brimming with the wrong emotion.
But autonomy in the situation being pried from their hands was too much. Posts behaving like whispered gossip snuck too close to realizing what they kept concealed. What were they to do? Nothing would truly ever quench these people’s parasocial need to know more, not even the honest answer. Someone would always come back crawling for more, maybe ignite doubt just to keep the conversation going.
The only resort left was to hide away in a form different from what they usually do. Cowering in their room, breath unsteady. It felt as if everything was closing in on them. Would they ever be free from the burden of such worries? Probably not. They could only hope secrets remain as secrets.
"Aoi?" You've found them, it seems. They hadn't wanted to be discovered in this state. But if they were going to? You were the best choice. Taking a moment to ready themselves to meet your expression, they turn to face you.
"My dear, hello. It's so nice to see you." Their voice is shaking. Why? Why was it shaking? They've practiced so many times. Vocal control, composure. Why must it all fail now?
You saw the rumors. You admit it outright. Making it clear what your intentions are. To check up on your lover. What a sweet person you are, the tightness in their chest already easing. If only they could let themself out of this mental box of secrecy. To confide in you in full.
That's not something they're capable of, though.
Even so, you cradle their face. "You don't have to talk. Just let me be here?" As they've always been for you. Maybe it'd be unfair to refuse you reciprocation. Aoi nods, "Alright." Their mouth feels dry, "Alright. Very well.. my love."
They take your hand into theirs, lifting it up for a kiss as they exhale, attempting to release what tension they can. Taking this opportunity you lead them to the bed– gently settling them down in it. Of course, you're quick to follow, pulling the covers up around both your forms.
Your touch returns to their cheeks, caressing them while leaving occasional kisses scattered across their face. At last the stress properly ebbs away, their eyes gradually falling shut. If they can't accept using their words then perhaps it wasn't so bad to allow themselves to lean into your embrace, right?
"I'll love you no matter who or what you are." You mutter into their skin after a kiss to their forehead, "I just want you to know that."
A new emotion squeezes at their heart. A pleasant one. Yet bittersweet. You may never know, they may never gain the courage to tell you. Yet you sound so certain. A spark of hesitance sits alongside it, but they want to believe. They want to believe this is true love so badly.
"Thank you.. my only one." A kiss is returned, placed onto your shoulder before the nuzzle into it. Slowly a peaceful sleep will take them. No matter what the masses murmur or discover they hope that promise will forever ring true.
