hi user narupilled !! :D first request ever im nervous but i have himeru in the brain. i would love a cute lil short story about himeru and fem reader having a baking date at home and then they share the baked sweets with some coffee tgt !!
i love him so bad help
“ baked with love “
૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა Pairings : HiMERU / F!Reader
𐙚 Warnings : none … just very fluffy ^_^
𐙚 You and your boyfriend HiMERU have a sweet baking date!!! (⌒▽⌒)☆
Baking with your sweet tooth boyfriend was… difficult, to say the least.
…Especially when said boyfriend kept “taste-testing” every other ingredient.
“HiMERU must ensure the chocolate chips are of adequate quality,” he said, plucking another one from the bowl and popping it into his mouth with a look of faux seriousness. “The integrity of the recipe depends on it.”
“…I think you’ve quality checked the entire bag at this point…” you deadpanned, swatting his hand away as he reached for ‘his last one’.
He only smiled, unbothered and everything. “It is a sacrifice HiMERU will gladly make for each cookie to be baked with love.”
You only rolled your eyes, though your heart wasn’t in it. Truth be told, it was quite endearing. Watching him in his apron, sleeves rolled up, with a little bit of flour dusting his cheek. You wonder how he manages to look so elegant, even while he popped another chocolate chip into his mouth.
“The batter isn’t fully mixed yet. Shouldn’t you be finishing that?” You reminded, nudging the bowl towards him.
“HiMERU just can’t stop eating this chocolate… it’s as sweet as you, darling.”
You stopped fixing the oven just to stare at him, “That doesn’t even make sense..?!”
“Neither does how beautiful you look when you’re frustrated, dear.” He dramatically sighed, finally picking up the whisk again. “Truly, a muse in motion.”
Despite yourself, you couldn’t help but laugh. Baking with HiMERU was confusing, messy, and very sweet — just like him.
Later, after you finally somehow managed to bake a dozen cookies and clean up (mostly), the two of you were now curled up on the couch, a plate of warm, freshly baked sweets between you, and two mugs of coffee sitting on the table.
Himeru took a bite, then tilted his head, feigning thoughtfulness. “Aha, this one tastes like success~” he declared, now nudging a cookie toward you. “Or perhaps… love?”
You smiled, leaning into his side. “Atleast this batch actually made it into the oven before you ate everything…”
He chuckled, grabbing his coffee and sipping it, “HiMERU considers this a victory.”
And you did too! There was just nothing better than having a sweet, sugary baking date with the boy who always found new ways to make your heart rise ♡
Author’s Note: HELPM SORRY FOR NOT POSTING UHJMM.. ill get alot out today hopefully… huhu… anyways. Himeru kinda scares me… those piercing yellow eyes got me sweating. Its ok though hes cute…maybe…
heh since u write for milgram can i request trial 3 fuuta with a reader thats like really, really worried about him. (trial 3 is going to ruin me)
“ assimilation “
૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა Pairings : Fuuta Kajiyama / GN!Reader (can be romantic or platonic)
𐙚 Warnings : angst(?), fuuta is a little weird but we love him, no comfort, reader is kinda cowardly
𐙚 Fuuta’s behavior had become… questionable. As you were the closest to him, you decided that it’s up to you to help him regain his senses.
Fuuta had been acting odd.
In all honesty, everyone had been acting odd. The atmosphere was incredibly tense and full with solemnity. Hell, the vibe was so much better before rather than how it is now.
As someone who was close to Fuuta, you were the first person to notice how his personality had changed. His usual spunk was now replaced with obedience. Obedience to ‘the Person’ as he says. (Though, you could tell that he was just talking about 008– that poor girl.)
But even though each attempt to talk to him led back to his newfound religion, you couldn’t just leave him alone. The guilt of letting him rot in his delusions was just too much for you to bear.
So now, here you are, in his prison cell. He sat on his bed, staring back at you with that polite smile again— it scared you.
“Fuu… Fuuta.” Your voice wavered. “[Name].” He replied back. The atmosphere was thick, though maybe it was only in your head, as he looked like he was having a great time just interacting with you.
“..I’ve been worried.” You finally managed to form a coherent sentence. The dark orange haired man cocked his head to the side. The movement made you mildly uncomfortable— it was as if he suddenly had a childlike demeanor.
“You said that a day ago, [Name].” Before you could cut in, he giggled, hopping off the bed and walking towards you. “I don’t understand you. It’s bad to reject the truth. Don’t you know that she’ll save everyone here? Why don’t you just believe?”
His words spilled out, fast and relentless, like he'd rehearsed them over and over in front of a mirror. There was no pause, no breath—just doctrine. Either he was getting more desperate… or more convinced.
Then, his hand shot out and clamped onto your shoulder, fingers digging in tight. You flinched. He leaned in close— far too close, until his breath ghosted against your cheek—hot, damp, suffocating.
“Don’t be scared,” he whispered. “You won’t have to be scared anymore if you just let go. If you just join us—”
And again, like yesterday, and even the day before that, you ran away. You could still hear Fuuta’s ramblings while you ran back to your cell, it was like he still believed you were there infront of him.
You took in deep breaths, following a breathing technique a certain caring friend you had in here taught you before she passed.
‘It’s okay.’ The thought repeated in your mind. You still made progress. You would help him. You will snap him out of it.
But, deep down, you know that all your sorry thoughts about saving him won’t do anything. A part of you knows that he’s gone. He was never going to come back.
But despite that truth clawing at the back of your mind, you’ll still go back tomorrow. You’ll timidly enter the same cold bars. You’ll smile like it’s normal. You’ll pretend like he’s still in there, somewhere, behind those glassy, dead eyes.
And maybe one day, you won’t come back to your own cell.
Maybe one day, your voice will join his.
Maybe she will save you too.
Author’s Note : HIHI! Sorry its been almost two weekssss,,, im working on some requests rn i promise ill get them out soon,, also first milgram request YAHOO! I lovemilgram… more milgram requests… meow… sorry this is super short tho hehe im super tired
Synopsis: Haruka is gone, Shidou is gone, and by extension so will Mahiru be..
writing requests here!
Mahiru-san was getting worse. The other prisoners didn’t really notice, as they were too busy focusing on the fact that a 12 year old killed Shidou—a grown man. Yuno wasn’t like the other prisoners—how could she be when Mahiru-san was the one her eyes were automatically drawn to? So when Yuno noticed Mahiru barely able to keep her pained expressions in, she had to consult her.
“Mahiru-san.. are you alright? You really don’t look well, especially not after..”
“Ah.. Yuno-chan. How kind of you to worry about me.. but I’m doing fine, really! Just a bit.. tired..”
“I-if you need anything Im here! I don’t have any medical knowledge, but just- just let me help you, please? I cant stand seeing you like that. It worries me..”
“No, no! I feel rather fine, sorry for making you worry!” Yuno wasn’t inclined to believe her. She said that exact same thing after Kotoko..
“Mahiru-san, I know you probably didn’t mean it that way, but I don’t appreciate people thinking I’m naive, you know? Just please.. Please tell me how you feel and how I can help.”
Mahiru-san suddenly had an expression of *pain* on her face, but it disappeared just as quickly as it appeared. That was when Yuno knew something was terribly wrong.
“M-mahiru..?”
“Im sorry it just- My injuries are acting up and.. Yuno, I didn’t want to admit this but..” Mahiru sounded.. weak. Yuno didn’t like that.
“W-what is it? Tell me, Mahiru-san, please?” Her voice was pleading now.
“I don’t think I will.. be in pain much longer. But I will have to leave you in the process.” Mahiru says, still smiling with that gentle smile Yuno has loved since she first saw it.
“..what? M-mappi.. please don’t talk like that! You said you were doing fine-“ Yuno often prided herself on being logical, but now wasn’t one of those times.
“Yuno-chan.. please. Listen. I-I love you (as in aishiteru, not daisuki), thank you.. thank you for helping me understand.. what love truly is.” Her voice slowed, her breathing growing shallower.
“Mappi.. Im so sorry! I wish I could help you more! Maybe if I was more useful you wouldnt be-“ Yuno was interrupted by a gentle hand on her wrist.
“Yuno-chan.. don’t apologize. Don’t be sad, alright? This isn’t your fault. It’s nobody’s fault, so please, don’t waste your tears on me.” Her voice was so.. gentle. So loving.. is this what warmth felt like?
Yuno very gently embraced Mahiru, terrified of hurting her even more than Mahiru already was.
Just as Yuno finally understood what that warmth people often described love with felt like, she also understood the value of the life she took as this, too, was taken away from her before she could even properly say goodbye.
Just as Mahiru’s heart was expanded to new horizons—just as she truly learned how to use it to love and be loved—it stopped. Only one girl died physically that day, but now it seemed like all the girls in MILGRAM were dead, just a husk of who they used to be.
I don’t know if requests are still open, and you’re also free to ignore this since ik you prefer writing knights 🧍♀️But !! could I request a mayoi hurt comfort kind of fic where the reader is comforting him ❤️
Tysm in advance! Stan Arashi 🙏
“ reassurance “
૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა Pairings : Mayoi Ayase / GN!Reader
𐙚 Warnings : hurt to comfort (its mostly just comfort) , suicidal thoughts kinda
𐙚 You comfort Mayoi after he accidentally said something to you that he regrets :(
For Mayoi, living life was hard.
Living was one thing, but living with thoughts like his… it was terror to him.
Though, even with the hundreds of times he’s slipped up his words or blurted all his concerning thoughts out, you never stopped loving him.
Even when he accidentally blurts something that offends you.
He felt disgusted with himself, he didn’t deserve you. He wanted to slap some self into his past self. They’re gonna break up with me. Why did i even say that? Why—
“Mayoi…” You hugged him as tight as you could, his head immediately burying in your shoulder. Even with the pure hatred he had with himself right now, he still selfishly wanted your comfort.
“Ah… I-I’m so.. so sorry…” He swallowed, he closed his eyes, still on edge. He knew you were gonna end it with him. He just wanted to be near you before you left.
Expecting either scolding or dreadful words— he flinches yet again at how soft you sounded with him.
“I’m not mad with you, Mayoi.”
He pulled back slightly to look at you, his watery eyes wide with disbelief. “W-what…? But I- I said something so horrible… I… I hurt you—“ His voice cracked at the end, as his words came out tumbling due to his panicked state.
You gently reached up to cup his face, you rubbed your thumb on his cheek to soothe him. “I know you didn’t mean it. Were you scared?”
Mayoi bit his lip, his gaze darting downward. He didn’t trust himself to speak. He didn’t trust himself at all.
Despite that, you continued. “You’re harder on yourself than anyone else ever could be, Mayoi. But… you don’t have to carry all that guilt and pressure by yourself.”
He trembled. At each word you spoke, the harder it was for him to keep the tears at bay. “But… what if I do it again? What if I hurt you again?” His voice was as weak as ever, broken and raw.
“Then… then we’ll work through it together.” You said without hesitation. “I love you so much Mayoi, and love isn’t about perfection. You don’t have to be perfect for me. You’re enough just as you are.”
At your words, a tear slipped down his cheek. And then another. Before he could even think, he found himself burying his face in your shoulder again, the comfort of your body being his only solace.
“I-I don’t deserve you—“ He whimpered through his silent sobs, clinging onto you like you were the only thing keeping him from falling apart completely.
“No. No, you deserve so much more than you think.” You whispered, running your fingers through his hair. “I’ll remind you of that every single day if I have to.”
For the first time in what felt like forever, Mayoi allowed himself to believe, that maybe— just maybe, he wasn’t as broken or weird as he thought he was.
In your arms, the terror in his mind finally quieted, and for the first time, he finally felt safe enough to keep trying—to keep living.
Author’s Note : i love mayoi!!! Hes so pretty!!! Ahhgh sorry for not posting ++ with this being so short nd kinda buns… ive been playing too much obeymei its kinda unhealthy. And yes. Stan Arashi my wife!!!<3
helllooo!!! you are like a dream come true to me man so many of my fav fandoms aaa... could i req ivan (alnst) hurt to comfort? (completely up to u, but just an idea could be that they had a misunderstanding,, yk miscommunication.. </3) BUT its completely optional ofc feel free to ignore!! hope u have a great day! <3
“ stupid “
૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა Pairings : Ivan / GN!Reader
𐙚 Warnings: hurt to comfort, reader is kinda sensitive!! theyre also very,, self deprecating ,, miscommunication (like. Really miscommunicating) probably an au idk but read it however u want <3
𐙚 You overhear Ivan, your beloved best friend whom you’ve unfortunately caught feelings for, talking to someone about his crush. Being crushed by this, you begin to ignore him to get away from your feelings …
You and Ivan are best friends !
Nobody understood why you stayed with him. To everyone else, they were off put and maybe intimidated by the quiet boy. But, to you, he was the sweetest ever.
You two were attached by the hip, even after he adapted to ‘normalcy’, even after everything you two have been through, your friendship never weakened.
Though, your feelings for him transcended friendship.
‘Stupid, stupid, stupid..’ was the only thing that you could hear in your head right now.
You shouldn’t have been there. You shouldn’t have heard it.
“I think I like them. More than I should.” Ivan’s voice echoed in your head. His voice was much softer, like he felt himself at ease with the mere thought of the person. It hurt.
You had spent so, so long trying to push down your feelings, to convince yourself that he would never see you that way. But even with how much you tried to tell yourself that— he made it so hard.
“Don’t be stupid, I don’t think they even see me that way.” Ivan admitted to the man he was talking to, his laugh sounding almost pained. “I mean.. why would they?”
Even just thinking about it, it stung. You didn’t know why you were being so sensitive about it. It was so stupid.
You felt stupid.
All those moments, all those fleeting touches, the way he always sought you out first— before anyone else.. you had let yourself believe that he could, just for a second, that maybe… just maybe…
But no. It had never been you. It was never going to be you.
Maybe it wasn’t meant to be.
After that, you started pulling away from him.
You weren’t mean about it, though. But you never gave your interactions with him your all anymore. Ivan wasn’t naïve, he noticed it almost immediately.
Though, he did let it drag on. It was fucking painful. You didn’t give him those cute big smiles when you saw him, just a small one. You weren’t clingy with him anymore, the list could go on and on.
Ivan couldn’t take it any longer. Without you, everything felt dull. The things that used to ground him, the little moments that once felt effortless—none of it felt the same.
You were slipping away from him, and he didn’t know why!
All he knew was that he needed you. And yet, every time he reached out, you only seemed to pull further away.
You’ve only made things worse for the both of you by just flat out ignoring him at this point. But what choice did you have? Clinging to someone who already loved someone else would only hurt more in the end.
As you tried to avoid him another day, he snapped.
He stood tall infront of you, he was always so soft. Now he just looks… down.
“You’re avoiding me.” Ivan’s voice wasn’t angry, it wasn’t full of rage. It was something worse. It was hurt.
Seeing him up close like this made your heart skip a beat, even after all the quarantining you did from him.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about…” the shittiest excuse ever spilled out of your mouth due to your nervousness. You mentally beat yourself up for that.
“Bullshit. Don’t pull that on me.” Ivan’s raised his voice. You flinched.
His expression was unreadable, but his eyes— his eyes... they held something raw. Something desperate.
“I don’t understand..” His eyes pierced through you, leaving you nowhere to hide. “Please just tell me what’s wrong.” His voice was softer, desperate, even.
It was too much to handle..! Your vision blurred as you directed your gaze to the ground. “Ivan— I..” All the emotions you’ve been trying to hide cracked through your fake exterior—
His expression softened, clearly concerned over you. “I’m sorry— It hurts so much. Do you— do you know what it’s like to love someone who will never look at you the same way?” With the tears blurring your vision, you couldn’t see how he was reacting to all of this.
“…To spend every second wishing—begging—that maybe, just maybe, you’d see me the way I see you?” Ivan was perplexed. The person of his dreams, confessing to him, but in this way? He didn’t like it. He wanted to see you smile.
You swallowed, your breath unsteady as you finally lifted your head up and forced yourself to meet his gaze.
“I tried to ignore it— I told myself it didn’t matter, that it was better this way. But then you’d look at me like I was everything, and I’d let myself believe it. I let myself hope—“ Your voice wavered, the ache rising through your throat. “And that was my biggest mistake.”
Ivan remained silent, even though he so desperately wanted to kiss your tears away, tell you that it was always you all this time, he let you vent everything out.
“I was so stupid... I should’ve let go a long time ago.” You fidgeted with your fingers, “I’m sorry. I ruined everything.”
You stepped back. For the first time in forever, you wished you’ve never loved him at all.
Ivan, despite his silence, suffered deeply inside. The person he loved, the person he wished he could spend the rest of his life with, was breaking down because of him.
He wanted to reach for you, to pull you close and tell you that you were wrong, that you had always, always been the one. But he had waited too long. He had let you believe in your own made up lie, and you suffered because of it
Now you were looking at him like you regretted everything. Like you wished you had never caught feelings for him.
The thought nearly destroyed him.
“Stop,” he took a step forward to you, barely recognizing his own voice.
Ivan swallowed hard. “You’re not—You were never a mistake. And you were never wrong for hoping.”
“I thought—” He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “…I thought I was protecting myself. I thought if I told you—if I said it out loud—I’d lose you.”
You tilted your head. All the things he’s been saying, all the different feelings were getting you all confused.
Ivan’s voice wavered, but he forced himself to continue.
“I love you.” The words came out hoarse, unsteady, but undeniably true. “I have loved you. Every second. Every moment. It’s always been you.”
Your breath hitched. You just stared at him, eyes wide, disbelief written all over your face. You opened your mouth to say something, but he cut you off.
“…I was talking about you that day. Not someone else. I was too much of a coward to tell you it face to face.” His fists clenched at the sides. “And because of that, I hurt you. I should’ve told you the truth.”
His voice was softer now. He was desperate. He didn’t want some small miscommunication to break everything. “I dont care if you hate me. Atleast just know…” His hands cupped your cheek, rubbing away the fresh tears that had fallen during his declaration of love to you.
“It’s you. It’s always been you. I love you.”
Silence hung between you, the atmosphere heavy and fragile.
Ivan stepped closer again. You dont back away.
Ivan stepped closer again. You dont back away. “..Again. I’m sorry. I overreacted. Definitely.” You sighed, you wrapped your arms around him and he reciprocated.
“I’m sorry too.” For the very first time in weeks, he was at ease.
With you in his arms, the miscommunication problems behind you two, and with something new — something fragile yet full of promise and affection blossoming between you, Ivan lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding.
And as he holds you close, the weight of his past doubts and heartbreak fades away, replaced by something lighter, something real.
For the first time in a long time, everything feels right.
Author’s Note: HIII HI im so. Sorry this took so long.gang it was kinda bad opening this acxount the week i my final exams are happening… hey…………. School ends like. Next week so…. 🙏🙏 ill be free!!! This was so rushed too im sorry :( anyway!! Ill post my other requests soon <3 love u guys!! OH BTW ANON UR COOL I LIKE YOU
HII I WAS WONDERING IF I COULD REQUEST TSUKASA SUOU X GN! READER FLUFF
Knights tie user up as a present as Tsukasa’s valentines day gift (I know it was a month ago but still)
“ i blinked, and suddenly, i had a valentine ! “
૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა Pairings : Tsukasa Suou / GN! Reader
𐙚 Warnings : Fluff, Crack kinda!!, Tsukasa being a nervous stupid mess ^_^
𐙚 For a Valentine’s Day gift for their beloved and chivalrous leader, Tsukasa, the Knights tie you up and send you right to his doorstep ~ !!
— To Tsukasa, he didn’t have a crush on you. Sure, he felt weird and clammy every time he talked to you, but he assumed it was him just feeling under the weather.
— To his fellow Knights members, though, it was painfully obvious.
— Although Tsukasa says he can’t afford to be in a relationship, they never failed to notice how absolutely red he gets when he talks to you.
— Or how he spends hours and hours browsing gifts to give you. “Suu-chan…!!! Please just pick something already—“ “Shh… No, no no. This needs to be perfect, Ritsu!!!”
— And now, with Valentine’s Day coming up, Arashi came up with a plan with her fellow Knight’s members to finally open Tsukasa’s eyes!
“Um. If you don’t mind me asking… what’s all of this for?” It was comical, seeing Arashi, Ritsu, and Leo staring at you with mischievous glints in their eyes. And of course, Izumi watching the four of you at the back. It was hard to read his expression as always, it was just Izumi Sena being Izumi Sena.
“It’s your valentine’s day surprise~!” Arashi winked, unraveling the red ribbon she had been keeping hidden. “Huh? For me?” Still, nothing clear was said. All they verified was that ‘Don’t worry~ You’ll be fine!’.
Before you knew it, they had wrapped red ribbon messily around you. As a final touch, a big red bow was placed on your chest. “Ah.. Suu-chan will be so flustered~” Ritsu smiled, which earned a flick to the forehead from Leo. “Ritsu.. it… it was supposed to be a surprise.” “Oh.”
Now that you knew who you were getting all ‘gifted up’ for, you were filled with.. reluctance. You knew how Tsukasa was. What if he was just weirded out by his groupmates doings? It scared you.
You must’ve been showing that you felt uneasy, because while the two started bantering with Arashi trying to calm them, Izumi began to speak to you, “Ah. Don’t mind them.” He sighed, before turning back to you.
“Don’t worry, [Name]. Tsukasa likes you very much. We know it all too well.” The vagueness of his assurance made you feel at ease. Maybe Izumi was right.
After they all calmed down from their chaos, they all worked together to transport you to the front door of his dorm. After ringing the doorbell, they all ran away, much to your protests.
A few moments later, Tsukasa opened the door, flabbergasted at the sight of you. “Oh—! [N—Name]..? First of all. Why are you..” he stumbled over his words, his face as red as his hair.
“Ah… Happy Valentine’s Day..?” You somehow managed to get out the words Arashi made you practice saying to him. Somehow.
“Um. Did they do this to you?” Tsukasa practiced his breathing techniques in his head. If they did this for him.. and pulled you into their shenanigans.. gah. As you nodded, he felt ashamed over his group mates even more.
“…Oh my.. I.. I sincerely apologize on their behalf..” he muttered, his hands twitching at his sides as if unsure whether to help untangle you or just stand there and combust from sheer embarrassment. Although, you did look quite cute.
“No— no. I’m sure they meant well! Hehe..” you laughed it off, but the awkwardness of being face to face with Tsukasa like this was making you even more nervous.
Tsukasa rubbed the back of his neck. “Eh?! Meant well? But— They—! This is— I—“ He tried to calm himself down, but he kept fumbling over and over again.
Despite all this, you smiled and tilted your head, amused. “You don’t hate it though…?”
He fidgeted with his fingers, his gaze on you hesitantly shifting constantly. “I—! Of course not! That is—I mean, I- I could never…” He coughed into his fist, clearly struggling as he looked to the ground. “You look.. um.” He swallowed hard. “I… uh—”
“Yes…?”
“You look… adorable,” he finally sighed out, voice barely above a whisper.
Your heart skipped a beat. Adorable?
There was silence— it felt heavy, warm, and was charged with something unspoken that the both of you knew.
Tsukasa’s eyes darted to anywhere but you, and you weren’t sure if it was just the lighting, but he looked like he might pass out.
After a few seconds, he finally cleared his throat, having the courage to look at you. “You should… you should come in.”
You smiled, “Yeah! Um.. I should.”
He nodded stiffly as you shuffled to get inside his dormitory. As he shut the door behind the both of you, he muttered under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear. “I’ll never forgive them for this.”
But despite that, the tender smile never left his face.
Author’s Note : UOHHJFJHJ THIS WAS SO FUN like yes valentines day was a monrh ago but NOBODYGAF..!! Love is in the air even a monhtblater.!! Requests are still open!!! Might branch out to more enstars units aside from knights,,, btw izumi is so hard to write i hate him i hope he explodes
