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17 + Rei

17. “Why am I doing this…isn’t this supposed to be your job?”

You groaned as you threw down your pen, glaring at your boyfriend who was sitting on the desk across from you, his feet up on the table as he took a drag of his cigar. 

“Why am I doing this…isn’t this supposed to be your job?” you growled, pushing Rei’s feet off of the desk with a huff. The Chuuoku office was deserted save for the two of you, most of your coworkers having left early on what looked like a lovely Friday afternoon. 

Although, you could only assume this from looking out the window as you were still working through mountains of paperwork. What was supposed to be a joint effort with yourself and Rei was now just you working through the forms as fast as possible with Rei...doing absolutely nothing.

“I’m supervising,” Rei said, smirking as he shrugged his wide shoulders. “Don’t forget to initial line 17,” he added, nodding towards the paper you were working on. 

“I know that,” you spat, grabbing your pen to wave it at him. “I’ve been working on these forms for hours,” you reminded him. “It might go a little faster if you bothered to help at all.” 

Rei sighed and rolled his neck, stretching in his seat but only sinking lower. 

“Aww, you don’t want my help, sweetheart,” he cooed, teasing you. “You’re doing it so well, don’t let me get in the way.”

“You’re the absolute worst,” you hissed through clenched teeth, turning back to the paper, just wanting to go home at this point. “Can you try to be at least a little bit helpful? Do something. Literally anything,” you ranted, annoyed that your boyfriend wasn’t trying to help you in the least bit. 

Rei eyed you closely before inching his chair towards you. He enjoyed teasing you - it was too easy to wind you up and make you frustrated, and the look of annoyance on your face was too cute for him to resist.

“Well I won’t help with the papers...” he said, moving closer towards you and resting his hand on your thigh. “But maybe I can help you with something else.”

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Jyushi + 30

30. “You look like you just saw a ghost”

“Hey, are you okay?” you asked, your voice concerned as you dropped down beside Jyushi. His face was as white as a sheet and he was clutching the armrest of his chair tightly.

“Y/N?” he asked, his voice tiny. Despite being dressed in his stage clothes and being only minutes away from his performance, Jyushi looked terrified and you could tell that he was fighting back an anxiety attack.

“Come here,” you said, reaching out your arms to pull him into a hug. “You look like you just saw a ghost,” you added, trying to lighten the situation a bit. You could still feel him shaking in your arms as you held him tightly.

“I can’t…I can’t go out there,” Jyushi whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of the music that was playing from the current performers. You pulled him back so you could see his face, caressing his cheek with your hand gently.

“Jyushi, of course you can do this. You’re so brave and you’ve been practicing so hard! I’ll be right there in the front row, if you ever get nervous just look at me, okay?” you told him, giving him a soft smile and kissing his nose.

“I’m sorry…” he started, voice shaking. He was still staring at you with wide eyes, so you took his hand in your own.

“Come on, let’s take some deep breaths together, okay?” you told him, making eye contact as you tried to get him to breathe with you.

Although his breaths were fast and harsh at first, you managed to help him calm down slightly until finally they were calm and tempered. It was rare to see Jyushi get like this, especially before a performance when he was usually at his most confident in his stage persona, but you were glad to be there.

Glad to be by his side and help him remember just how strong he truly was. And as he rushed to thank you in deep gasps, kissing you hard, hearing his name being called from on stage, you were glad to call him your boyfriend.

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Hifumi + 55

55. “Do you think you’d ever want children?”

You sighed happily as you leaned into Hifumi’s chest. The lights in the host club were dimmed down low, but the music had been changed from it’s usually loud, thumping, to something soft and classy. There were only a handful of hosts left, most of them sitting and talking with the last of their clients.

“We could get a house right outside of the city,” you hummed, playing with the cuff of Hifumi’s jacket. He hummed happily and smiled at you.

“Of course! With lots of space and even a garden,” Hifumi continued, nodding down at you and kissing the top of your head. His fingers were playing on your arm, dancing lightly on your warm skin. 

“Mmm...do you think you’d ever want children?” you asked, moving up your gaze to meet his. Hifumi’s eyes were wide and glistening as he smiled lovingly down at you.

“Yes, of course! Children are so wonderful and I’ve always wanted to be a dad! I want at least three of them,” he exclaimed, happily. Now it was your turn to gape as you pulled away from him.

“Three children? Hifumi, that’s so many!” you exclaimed, a light smile on your face. Hifumi smiled and ran his fingers along your jawline, resting his hand on your cheek.

“We can wait,” he said, simply. “There are so many ways to have kids nowadays, you know, it doesn’t really matter. As long as we’re doing it together, I think we’ll make great parents,” he said, kissing your nose softly. His words made you relax as you mumbled lightly, falling back into his embrace and clutching onto his chest tightly.

“I changed my mind. Why don’t we have the wedding first before thinking about kids,” you joked, chuckling lightly. Hifumi poked your side and made you squirm as he grinned.

“I’d like that quite a bit.”

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Hello! 👋🏽 If it’s alright, could I get #26 with Samatoki?

26. “Can we please get a dog?”

Samatoki eyed you with amusement from where he was laying on the couch as you wiggled your eyebrows towards him. 

“Come on, you know you want to,” you said, poking at his chest. “Can we please get a dog?” you asked, playfully. He rolled his eyes, and threw an arm around you, pulling you closer.

“I actually had one when I was younger, you know,” he told you, taking a sip of his beer. You glanced at him curiously as your eyes widened a bit. He had never told you this story and now you were intrigued.

“Really? What kind?” you asked, nuzzling closer to your boyfriend. Images of the two of you playing together as a happy family with a dog made you bite back an excited smile.

“She was a Pomeranian. Cookie. One of those tiny, fluffy dogs that yips all the damn time,” he said, a smile growing on his face at the fond memories. He took a drag of his cigarette before continuing. “She was small but absolutely vicious. She’d attack anyone that tried to threaten me and Nemu...who knows, maybe that’s why our dad got rid of her,” he said, his voice souring at the end. You pouted and hummed, nodding slowly in thought.

“Would you want a small dog then?” you asked, wanting to change the topic. 

“Nah, we gotta get a big one, don’t we,” Samatoki said, more as a statement than a question as the smirk was placed back on his lips at the thought of getting a dog with you. “Like a shepard or a doberman or something.”

“Ah, so you’ve agreed we can get one then,” you teased, shifting in his embrace and kissing his cheek. “And yes. A big dog would be nice,” you added, humming happily. There was a moment of comfortable silence before Samatoki groaned.

“Fine, get out your damn phone so we can look for a shelter somewhere.”

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number 27 with Ichiro please!

27. “You look sexy in that apron”

“I’m back! And I brought the leeks!” you exclaimed, kicking off your shoes and trotting into the kitchen. Ichiro glanced up from the onions he was chopping and grinned widely at you.

“Perfect! Can’t have a stew without leeks,” he said, wagging his finger at you. Laughing lightly, you placed the bag down on the countertop and pressed a kiss onto his cheek.

“Damn, you look sexy in that apron,” you gasped, teasingly. “Where did you even get that?” you chuckled. The apron was covered in tiny pictures of Hello Kitty dressed in multiple different outfits, each one cuter than the next.

“Jiro and Saburo got it for me for Christmas!” Ichiro exclaimed, practically twirling around to show off the cute apron. You dramatically nodded your head as you watched him.

“That’s fantastic,” you said, slowly clapping. “Now back to chopping! I’m starving!” you exclaimed, bumping Ichiro’s hip and nudging him closer to the onions. He smiled sheepishly at you and threw you a thumbs up.

“Only if you start with the belle peppers,” he said, motioning to the other side of the kitchen. 

“That depends...got any more fun aprons I could borrow?” you asked, wiggling your eyebrows. Ichiro’s eyes practically lit up as he abandoned the onions to sprint towards the cupboard. He reached in and pulled out three different aprons, each with different colors and patterns.

“Of course! Take your pick!” 

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May I request number 37 on the drabbles thing with Ramuda? Maybe in a more fantasy/kingdom-esque setting, where Reader fights Ramuda (maybe swordplay? Or knifeplay, both work) because what-would-be Chuuoku stuff that he has to do, and Reader strikes him down. Ramuda, knowing he's on the wrong side and that there's no escape, and it'd be better for others to go on their plans to overthrow Chuuoku, asks Reader to kill him instead. Have a nice day!

37. “Do it again…but harder”

The clang of your sword against Ramuda’s echoed through the now-empty hall as the fighting migrated out into the hallways of Chuuoku castle. Wiping away the sweat from your forehead, you narrowed your eyes and raised your sword once more at your foe.

“If you surrender, I won’t hurt you. On my honor as a knight,” you told him, the weight of your armor pulling you down as you panted hard. Ramuda also looked to be at his end, struggling to stay upright. His pink hair was a drastic contrast to his silver armor, sprinkled about with red blood. 

“You can’t save me, Y/N. Chuuoku owns me, they’ll never let me go,” he said, his voice low and cracking as he struggled to keep his composure. You clenched your teeth, but swung your sword at him once more, dancing from side to side. Ramuda was clearly on the defense, blocking and parrying away from your sword.

“Why are you fighting for them? You know what they’re doing is wrong!” you shouted, stabbing into Ramuda’s armor as he just barely evaded you. Grunting, he quickly regained his footing just in time to block your next attack.

“You think I have a choice?” he hissed, hopelessness growing in his voice. “I hate them al just as much as you do, but I have to fight for them. It’s the only way that I can stay alive,” he tried to explain.

You feigned a stab before quickly pulling back and slamming your sword into Ramuda’s chest plate, knocking the wind out of him and making him fall to the ground. Standing over him, you pointed your sword at his neck, holding it there as you met his gaze.

“Do it!” he cried out, trying to sit up but falling back to the ground. “Do it again...but harder,” he begged. His eyes were pleading with you and it hurt your heart to realize that the man in front of you would rather die than fight for Chuuoku.

“You would die for them?” you asked, in disbelief. Ramuda grimaced under the tip of your sword.

“It’s better this way. Go and overthrow them. Save the country,” he said, his voice tired as he resigned himself. You took a breath and shook your head.

“It doesn’t have to end like this. You can still get up, right now, and join us in this fight. Stand by the rebels side and fight against Chuuoku,” you told him, trying to soften your voice. “We can bring them down together,” you added. Ramuda stared up at you with wide eyes, as he debated his choices. Eventually, he closed his eyes and laid back on the tiled floor.

“No...I’ve caused too much hurt. Too much damage. I deserve this, so please, just kill me so I at least don’t have to ever fight for Chuuoku again.”

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Hiii! Can I request number 1 with Samatoki and fluff? :D

Thank you so much in advance!! I really love your writing! (๑♡⌓♡๑)

1. “I don’t know what I would do without you”

“Hey, Toki, can you pass me the - ” 

Before the words were out of your mouth, Samatoki was handing you the garlic press, not even sparing you a glance as he continued to work the potatoes on the stove. You took the press from him and smiled, leaning over to press a kiss onto his cheek.

“My hero,” you said with a laugh. “Seriously, I don’t know what I would do without you,” you added. This made your boyfriend chuckle as he turned the heat down and walked over to you, leaning against the counter.

“You’d have unseasoned food,” he teased, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. Looking down at the garlic cloves, he frowned. “You’re gonna need three more,” he told you, making you pout. 

“Really? Aw man...” you said, sadly. Samatoki played with the top of your jeans until he found the belt loops, locking his fingers into them and pulling you backwards into his chest. You yelped but barely had time to respond before his lips were on yours, kissing you sweetly. 

“You’ve been taste testing again, haven’t you,” he berated when he finally pulled away. The heat from the kitchen was burning your cheeks as you sheepishly smiled.

“Your cooking’s too good, I couldn’t resist,” you said, trying to butter him up. Samatoki smirked and quickly pecked your lips before pulling away from you and going back over to the potatoes.

“Your damn right my cooking is irresistible,” he said, nodding confidently. 

You took a moment to look him up and down before striking at the potatoes, grabbing one of the slices and popping it into your mouth. The burning sensation came first, but it quickly melted away into spices and smooth tastes, making you sigh happily as Samatoki glared at you.

“Not just the cooking, babe,” you said wit a grin. “Everything about you is totally irresistible...but yea, especially the cooking.”

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Can I asked you to make a story about yamada saburo, in number 9. "i've never met someone as cute or as stupid as you" , the gerne is fluff? I love your work, I hope you're healthy always

9. “I’ve never met someone as cute or as stupid as you”

You grinned as you threw your arms around your boyfriend, making him stumble slightly.

“We should get the chocolate cake, I bet it tastes amazing!” you exclaimed, pointing to the cake in the window. Saburo turned away from you to look at the cake, acutely aware of your hands wrapped around him and feeling the heat rise to his cheeks.

“I-Idiot, that’s just the store display, you can’t buy that one,” he mumbled under his breath, already starting to pull out his wallet. He knew how persuasive you could be, but more than that, he knew how happy sweets made you.

“But it looks so good...” you trailed off, sadly, releasing Saburo and running a hand longingly at the display. Saburo sighed and shook his head.

“It’s fine, Y/N, they probably have more in the back so just order some already,” he said, his tone annoyed but his heart pounding away in his chest. You grinned happily as you turned back to face him.

“Really? You’ll buy it for me?” you exclaimed, your eyes practically glittering as Saburo fumbled under your direct eye contact.

“Y-yea of course I will!” he stated, hurrying to the cashier. “Seriously, I’ve never met someone as cute or as stupid as you,” he muttered under his breath. You leaned in and smiled.

“Sorry, what did you say?” you asked, confused. Saburo’s cheeks flushed pink as he swatted you away.

“Nothing, go away!”

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