#25ji x reader

[akiseochi]

claw machine.

ft. mizuki akiyama

Nothing is real to you anymore. Nothing but Mizuki.

n. gn!reader, comfort question mark

You often felt a space between you and everything around you. It was like you had separated from your body, simply controlling it from the inside like a joystick to a rigged claw machine.

It felt like you were trapped in the glass, and all the friends who tried to pick you up and drop you in the reward box had lost interest after trying so many times.

They just left you to rot inside, making you watch as they turned their backs, laughing at the only one left behind. The prize unworthy of their efforts.

One person remained, though.

Cotton candy hair and a wistful smile, that was what you saw through the window. They tried their best to win you — to save you. They kissed your lips with their own, holding your hand and talking to you, even if you didn't respond.

Though a prisoner to your own body, they saw through the glass: through the rigged machine. They saw you, not the bars you were caged behind.

"I love you," they often told you, and you knew they meant it.

They loved the great mind that churned thought after thought inside of your claw machine of a body, the incredible person behind the crystal of your eyes. It was as if they gazed into your very essence through the pupils, searching the dark well for the treasure that laid beneath.

The eyes were the window to your soul, after all.

When they got close to freeing you from the box, however, the game reset, and you were back on the far end, unreachable by the flimsy claw.

It had come to the point where they couldn't get you out with the instructions next to the joystick, no matter how well they positioned it. No matter what they said, no matter what they did, they wouldn't be able to drop you in that slot and bring you out.

Their only choice now was to leave you... is what you thought.

But you underestimated the determination of a friend — a lover — with too much time on their hands. If they couldn't get you out? They would just go in with you.

At every moment of the day, they were stuck to you, enjoying the comfort of your presence, chatting your ear off, and the like.

You were happy that they still wanted to spend time with you, but it was... well, it just didn't feel right.

"Mizuki," you began, sighing like you always did, "aren't you tired?"

They perked up at your voice, eager to hear you speak. "Of what?"

"Of... this. You have other friends... why do you waste your time doing nothing?" You asked, leaning your head on their shoulder.

"I'm not doing nothing! I'm hanging out with you, dummy!" They insisted, pinching your cheek. "Is it not normal for me to hang out with my partner now?"

You sighed again, slumping against them. "You know what I mean. Why don't you go do what you like to do? You haven't been going out with... um... your group, lately. You should call... that one..."

"Ena?"

"Yeah, her. You should go shopping with her sometime."

"Sure! If you come." They grinned broadly at you, almost as if they were teasing you.

You didn't even have the energy to shake your head, letting out what was probably your forty-seventh sigh of the hour. "I don't feel like it."

"Then I don't feel like it either!" They declared, eyes blazing with the kind of fire you could only wish to have. If you had the energy to.

"Mizuki—"

"If you want to rot away from everyone else until the end, I'll rot with you, okay? I won't let you be alone again."

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[akiitos]

im supposed to be aslep rinow but iem requesting instead.

nightcord unit with reader that has really really fluffy hair?

they just play with it

a/n: im late to this req but i hope you slept afterwards.. pls enjoy, anon!

~ fluffy hair

ena, mizuki, kanade, and mafuyu (seperate) x gn!reader

@ ena shinonome

~ listen, like everyone in this unit, she loves your hair. no kidding. she literally adores it.

~ she uses your hair as drawing references in the future sometimes lol

~ when cuddling you, she likes to have you rest on her stomach so she can play with your hair and run her fingers through it

~ while drawing, sometimes she stops and lays her hand in your hair to just play with it for a little as a break

@ mizuki akiyama

~ they love styling your hair omfg. like putting clips, putting it up, you name it! they also take photos of you looking like this and probably has a folder (cute)

~ they like playing with your hair, and entagles it between their own fingers. maybe even resting their head in it sometimes to tease you and such

~ when cuddling, they like to rest their head in the crook of your neck. they find it really comforting for some reason

~ when researching for inspiration on future MVs, they like having you sat beside them so they can play with your hair while scrolling

@ mafuyu asahina

~ mafuyu feels nice when she pets your hair, letting her fingers soothe against your fluffy hair makes her a little happy and somewhat comforted.

~ without talking, she has a habit of suddenly hugging you and bringing your head to her chest so she can comb your hair with her fingers

~ ^ its so calming it can almost instantly put you to sleep. if you look up, you'd be able to see a small smile form up on her lips

~ she likes going to you if she feels like she needs a break since she doesn't have to hide her true self from you. so really, she mostly plays with your hair sometimes

@ kanade yoisaki

~ she doesn't want to seem bothersome asking to pull you away from whatever your doing just so she can play with your hair and be with you-

~ but when she does, she feels comforted, and doesn't tense up at all. everytime, you can see joy in her eyes, followed by light pink on her cheeks

~ when making music, she likes having you sat by her so she can just pet your hair when she feels like it

~ in all seriousness, she loves you lots and is really appreciative of you. you're one of the few people that she can really trust, and stay safe with.

[solaaresque]

hi reze !!! i hope you're doing well <333

for your prompt thing, could i request:

12. noticing your lover's small habits (like how they smirk when they're proud, how they tilt their head in confusion, how they smile when they're shy)

with an shiraishi and ena shinonome ? feel free to ignore this if you don't want to and i hope u r having an amazing day / night !! <3

you've always known that ena is observant.

she has an artist's eye—looking for details in the bigger picture, always noting down the things no one else pays attention to. it’s how she’s able to bring her art to life, searching for the things otherwise hidden.

it's the way her eyes light up when they rest on a plate of delicious pancakes. the way her lips quirk up and she holds her head high when she manages to accomplish something. the way she avoids your gaze and fidgets with her fingers when she wants to hold your hand but doesn't know how to ask.

you notice all these things about her—as you are wont to do with the people you love—and don't expect anything to come out of it. ena is ena is ena, and she can be very single-minded at times.

but you don’t realise the extent of her perception until it reveals itself to you one day.

her slender fingers reach up and place themselves on the curve of your lower lip. you’ve been chewing on it again. “don’t do that,” she chides, even as a flush takes over her face when she realises the extent of her bravery. “what’s the matter?”

"nothing's wrong," you tell her. she smiles uncertainly.

"but you always chew on your lips when nervous. are you okay?"

and oh, you think. because you never considered that, for all the things you've noticed about ena, there are an equal amount that she's noticed about you. "yes," you say firmly. "i'm okay. i have you, after all."

[akiseochi]

psalms to requiems of the myosotis

ft. kanade yoisaki

the clock strikes 25:00 and someone's missing. no matter how she sings of hope, it will always be the same.

n. gn!nightcord!reader, angst

Kanade Yoisaki composed hope.

She twisted and plucked the waves of sound, using her music itself as an instrument in its own right. All the melancholy tones in her creations felt comfortable... familiar.

Her melodies were a bow to the violin that was your heart, willing it to embrace the dismal nostalgia that you often felt seeping out of the vacuous gap in the back of your throat.

When you first met, she recalls it even now, there was a fire within. You spoke with a will, with a spark. Determination as you fought against the spirit eroding inside the cavity called the chest — she admired it.

If she closes her eyes, she can still hear your voice. The way you sounded on the phone, lovingly singing her praises; the way you sounded face-to-face, asking her to save you from yourself; the way you sound now, silent.

Before, on the worst days, your microphone vibrated with white noise, the only evidence of life being a file dropped in the chat. She always missed hearing your voice then, but she would even take the sound of your bedroom over your silence now.

In her moments of fond clarity, she finds your voice seeping in, osmosing through her head with bleary memories of your modest romance.

"Kanade," you would call out to her, "how about this one? Forget-me-nots. Don't you think they would look pretty on the drawing that Ena's been working on?"

She knew nothing about plants, but she would recognise the myosotis flower anywhere. It felt like a final message, almost. A parting memory for her to dwell on and find comfort in the nostalgia.

Don't forget me, she could imagine you saying. Remember me when I disappear.

She had hoped to save you before you slipped from her grasp, burning through her keys with fervour as she searched for the tune of your heart.

It wasn't enough, though.

It never was.

Her father, you, and the rest of her circle. She would fail everyone she cared for.

Slowly, she began to wear down, splinters of doubt breaking her polish. Nothing was enough. It would never be enough. No matter how perfect the piece would be, humans were what played music — not the other way around.

Hope fell dry, and psalms became requiems. With her last morsel of hope, she reached out blindly, hoping to the universe that her prayers would be answered.

25:00 a.m.

"Hey... are you doing okay?

We haven't seen you in a while. I don't know if you want to hear my voice, but I want you to know that I love you.

I'm sorry I couldn't do more to help you, but if you're still there, can you call me back?

We miss you a lot. We— we don't even have to talk about anything... just you being there would help.

I don't know if you saw them, but I sent you some flowers too. Forget-me-nots, just like that drawing Ena made for you.

If there's anything I can do... just call me back, alright?"

This was short snfjshdkdj whatever

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