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may i request a sae niijima (persona) x fem reader

can be anything you wish to write i just love her :D

A Version of Her (Sae Nijima x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗶𝘁!

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

The train car is nearly empty. So your eyes watch the windows- noting the small flashes of light in the tunnel as the subway speeds by.

Every couple of seconds, you see one. It lights up your view- just for a moment. But in that moment. You can see your reflection. You can see the reflection of what’s just right beside you too. Even though you've been trying really, really, really hard this entire time not to look at her. But it’s hard. It’s so hard when all you can see, and feel and think about in the empty train is the shoulder pressed next to yours and the head that’s starting to hang dangerously low.

Must be low enough to rest on your shoulder by now, right-?

You shake your head and sigh quietly. It’s been a long day for the both of you. That much you can tell. Because even though you both live in the same direction, Nijima doesn’t ever ride the subway with you. Never. And yet, as you were packing up to leave the office after pulling another late night, she asked if she could join you.

Of course, she followed it off with an offhand remark about having to take her car into the shop just this morning and how “it still wasn’t done” despite being promised something else when she dropped it off. And of course, your hopes were a little dashed, and your spirit was a little crushed now that you realized that this wasn’t your co-worker attempting to reach out and get to know you. But you aren’t surprised. That’s just how she was.

Although she’s only a few years older than you, you remember hearing rumors and whispers about her and her work ethic while you were finishing the last of your schooling. Though back then, you didn’t expect that you’d be hired at the Tokyo District Special Investigation Department in the Public Prosecutors Office. And you certainly didn’t expect to be working alongside a giant like in your first couple months after being hired. But one thing you did expect? Her being exactly like her rumors. Harsh and cold yet professional and polished. Ruthless and strict, but ultimately? Something to behold. Something to admire. Something you should aspire to be.

Though, you know not every shares the same feelings as you do. In fact, your other coworkers would tell you more of the negatives (and only the negatives) in passing. You were still the new here. Still wet behind the ears and a little green with just about everything. But most people had enough trust in you to tell that you wouldn’t go blabbing about any little slipped complaint about Nijima that was dropped here and there. On the way to the bathroom, someone would tell you about how Nijima all but yelled at someone in a conference room. On the way back from the printer, someone would tell you about how Nijima just gave someone else an impossible deadline.

You’d just smile and nod- unsure of what to do or what to say as you finish your own assigned work at your cubicle. It’s the same way you’d react when someone would drop another stack of papers on your desk right before you were set to go home. The same way you react when someone asks you very, very nicely if you could do it all and have it done and on their desk before everyone gets in tomorrow morning.

You shouldn’t be a pushover. You know, you know. You’ve been hearing the same things for the longest time. From your family. From your friends. From your professors. From just about everyone. But if you’re not exactly the best at telling people close to you how you really feel. You’ve never been. And so, nobody gets told off by you for constantly passing their work off to the fresh blood on the block. Nobody gets to hear your rant about how much you hate gossip. But most of all, nobody gets to hear you say how much you don’t want to hear what piece of gossip they have about Nijima this time. Nobody.

After all, nobody seems to like her in this office. No one, that is, except you.

The train car is nearly empty. There must have been twelve people in total when you both got on and took the long trek back home. Now it’s just five, including the two of you. They’re barely taking up seats. They’re barely taking up air. But out of all the open spots on this train she chose to sit next to you.

She chose to sit next to you.

But not just next to you. She chose to sit shoulder to shoulder. Chose to place her bag in her lap and squish in real close as if it were rush hour. But it’s not. The train car is near empty, and your cheeks warm up at the memory of her sitting down beside you. Embarrassingly so.

But Nijima is too busy struggling to keep her eyes open to care. She’s tired. Hell, you’re tired too. You’re not the one whose head is dripping down and down and down. You’re not the one who jerks up every couple of seconds- trying to keep their composure when they ultimately wake up again after dozing off slightly. You’re not the one with the guardrails up. Constantly offering protection when all things- good or evil.

But arguably, neither is she right now.

The walk to the train station was quiet. But she did talk to you about her sister. And she did talk about a restaurant she thought you might like. And she did ask you what you thought about a big case that was just handled not too long ago. She did all the things your co-workers said she wouldn’t do. She was pleasant. Enjoyable to be around. And she didn’t make everything about work. But most of all? She was being vulnerable.

Because the Sae Nijima you’re seeing out of the corner of your eye and in the reflection of the train car’s window isn’t the same Sae Nijima that you heard about in your old classmate's rumors. The Sae Nijima you’re sitting shoulder to shoulder with on a train back home isn’t the same Sae Nijima that you hear your new co-workers gossip about. It just isn’t. Rather, it’s a different kind of Sae Nijima. A type of Sae Nijima you selfishly can’t help but want to hide away and keep all to yourself. A secret you don’t want to spread. A secret you don’t want to share.

For your sake. But also for hers too.

Because the woman beside you right now? It’s still your co-worker. Still the legendary and infamous Sae Nijima. But it’s a version of her that is silent, but not unwilling as you gently bring your arm up and guide her head to rest on your shoulder. A version of her that only grumbles about making you promise that this never happened. A version of her that ultimately leaned in a little bit closer and closed her eyes.

A version of her that was willing to do so for the entire rest of the ride.

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manias-wordcount · 2 days

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Hello, I saw that you closed requests, but is it okay if I ask if you know the anime re:zero, and if you know it, will you accept requests about it after requests open?

i know of re:zero but i haven't seen any episodes. my requests are set to open again by october 1st so i recommend you asking me again around that time. i might end up watching this summer because i know it's popular, but no promises

#ask mania

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manias-wordcount · 2 days

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Yo!! Your requests have been closed, so I wanted to ask, do you place requests even if your requests are closed? I also hope you keep running this blog because it's hard to have well written blogs these days. take care of yourself.bye bye!

i think i've said this before somewhere but idk where and im too lazy to look LMAO. but any request i get after i announce that my requests are closed gets deleted immediately. i wont let the requester know that i deleted it though (sorry to anyone who sent me something since i closed my requests and is just finding out this is what i do WHAHA)

but yeah, if you have a request, you gotta send it in while my request are open (which should be october 1st at the absolute latest this time around). but thank you for the compliment hehe :)

#ask mania

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Hello my awesome friend! I hope you're having a great Christmas break!

May I please request headcanons for Joker, Ann, and Akechi being stranded during a raging blizzard, a kind woman saves them and takes them in, and they start dating after the blizzard ends?

Dating After Blizzard HCs (Akira Kurusu, Ann Takamaki, Goro Akechi)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗼!

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

Akira Kurusu

He was instantly grateful that you took him in once the storm was starting to make it unbearable to find his way back

So much so that he had to show his thanks in one of the only ways he could- by making curry and coffee

It started with him just cooking for you, and you taking care of whatever sickness he got by being out in the cold for too long

And eventually it turned into you joining him in the kitchen and cooking along side him

And then eating on the couch together…and cuddling to “stay warm”

…and then sleeping on the bed together because the coffee wasn’t enough

Once the storm is over and Akira is free to leave, he does leave your place for a little while

But that isn’t to say you’ve left his mind- au contraire

Let’s just say homeboy sends the next weeks months arranging for you to come visit him instead

After all, you did something incredibly nice for him- so the least he could do was make the night he finally asks you special

Ann Takamaki

The two of you hit it off right away

Like you were the nice, sweet girl in the random cabin in some random ass swedish looking chalet…how could she not like you?

As you both were waiting for the storm to blow over, the two of you got to talking a lot

And as the storm got worse and the house started to get a little colder (cough, cough did someone turn the heat off? hehe) the two of you started to get a little bit more cuddlier

And soon enough, the two of you were attached hip to hip

Once the storm blew over, Ann stayed for a little while longer

In fact, the only thing that got you two to leave your house once the blizzard ended was the fact that you were running low on food

So of course, Ann had to buy you groceries afterwards as a thank you…….as well as take you out to lunch too

Maybe to other people, asking out a person to who had you had only met a couple days prior would be way too fast

But to Ann? Something about just felt too right

Goro Akechi

He’s reluctant to accept your kindness at first

After all, he’s famous and has a lot of enemies at the same time- anything to happen

But you were just so soft and gentle with him

When you were running around your house, gathering supplies to warm him up after he had been stuck in the blizzard for so long, it made him think of his mom

And so slowly, he softened up and allowed you to take care of him

When finally he left your place after the blizzard passed, he tried to forget about you- tried

But his mind just kept coming back to you- to someone who unselfishly took care of him

So it was only natural that he finally sent a text to you about taking you out somewhere nice as “payment” for what you’ve done for him … and that your first kiss with him happened on that night too

Besides, Goro doesn’t get to hang around angels all too often in his life of work

So there was no way he could let you go a second time- no when you’ve already saved him once <3

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manias-wordcount · 6 days

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Okay so this scenario came in my mind and just HAD to tell you

Yor with gram(olka's kid) was so precious and I wanted more of them! Imagine yor with a baby(could be literally anyone's) and just holding him/her for a while (my personal hc is that the babies/kids love her!) Twilight sees this and feels VERY guilty because he's keeping yor from experiencing true married life.(the kids she could someday have, the sex, the intimacy etc) Basically guilt and angst!!!

Yor and Loid HCs (Yor Forger, Loid Forger)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗶𝗺 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗮 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘅 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲, 𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝗿𝗺 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗲. 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 𝗶𝘁 𝗲𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗹𝗼𝗹

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

He knows he’s been letting his feelings slip as these past few weeks

After all, he’s been feeling incredibly close to Yor and Anya- like a father would

Almost like he’s actually been yearning for domestic life

But as Twilight, he knows it’s not that simple

Even if knew how to get out- he knows he can never get out

And right now he needs to play family with Yor and Anya but…

Seeing how gentle Yor was with that baby reminded him that Yor doesn’t deserve this-

She was a woman desperate to marry and he was a man who took advantage of that

She’s happy, sure but now but life is far too short to waste it on someone who doesn’t even kiss you

So the more and more as he looks at her, cradling that child and being such a good mother to Anya…

…the more he realizes that it was a mistake to choose someone so perfect and to take away a future they truly deserve

But he needs her to make this work

So he’ll keep using her for now, and he’ll try not to think about it too much as he lies awake on sleepless nights

Wondering if he should ever invite her to sleep beside him

And wondering if a woman like her could ever accept a man like him

#spy x family #spy x family fanfic #spy x family fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #yor briar x loid forger #yor forger x loid forger

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manias-wordcount · 9 days

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its an old request, but i was reading your Edward elric content and all I could do is imagine streamer reader and Ed playing lethal company, like, imagine the chaos that would ensue. especially if the reader was very knowledgeable and had played it a lot and just did everything they could to get Ed killed because they're dating and messing with your s/o is just so much fun- especially if Ed was like "it has to be a coincidence, they would never do this to me"

sorry, I just had to share my thoughts after I read it

Playing Lethal Company Together HCs (Edward Elric)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁. 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗶 𝘄𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗛𝗔𝗛𝗔𝗛𝗔

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

He finds the premise fascinating

But he hates playing it (he doesn’t know that you’ve bugged the hell out of his copy of his game so shhh)

All the time you’ve tried to play with him, he’s getting killed in the worst and scariest ways possible, getting poor loot, fake exits, the whole nine yards

And he can’t stand the way you keep telling him to “get good” - especially after a longer play session

He’ll always wonder why you have so much more success than him while playing

Sure, he doesn’t know as much as you do but he’s definitely not bad at it, right? Right?

Because watching you play alone is a whole different story

Now, of course, he finally realizes what’s been going on when you show him the video you’re about to upload called “Trolling My Boyfriend in Lethal Company”

Naturally, he’s not amused about it but he does give you permission to upload it

…with the threat that you now need to be ready for anything he throws your way in the future, of course.

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THE PART 2 OF WEDDING NIGHT WAS SOOO GOOD I’m running on the walls !!! Your writing is so so so *muah*

hehehe thank youuu <3 you're too kind WHAHAHA

#manias shitposts

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Could I request a part two for your Ganondorf wedding night story? I loved it a lot… Tysm <3

Wedding Night (Ganondorf x Reader) PART TWO

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗶𝗺 𝗻𝗴𝗹,,,, 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝘁 𝗯𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗽𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝗮 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗵𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗵𝗲

𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁: 𝗼𝗻𝗲 || 𝘁𝘄��

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

It’s a monstrous thing, you can’t help but think as soon as your husband lowers his bottoms and reveals the rest of himself to you. It’s a monstrous thing and you have no idea how that’s ever supposed to fit inside you.

“We’ll go slow,” He promises you as his eyes meet your nervous expression. “I’ll make sure you’re comfortable. You have my word, my dear.”

You nodded, your chest heaving up and down as your heart threatened to beat out of your chest. But to his credit, he absolutely does everything in his power to keep you comfortable and turned on despite his hulking figure and intimidating size. His voice got even quieter after you orgasmed. His touches got even gentler too. And everything he did was nice and slow and steady as if not to scare you. Including when he pulled his fingers out from inside of you before bringing them to his mouth and licking at them sensually.

But even so, you still can’t stop thinking and thinking and thinking about…about it…

“It’s big…” You murmur breathlessly, eyes darting down to look at your husband’s member. It’s your first time seeing one. And although you’ve had a few people share some descriptions of what to expect, you still feel a little bit blindsided. After all, nobody ever told you that it would be like this. “It’s…it’s really big.”

It’s just longer than you expected it to be. And much, much thicker. It’s a shade darker than the rest of Ganondorf’s body. Towards the very top, it takes on a very distinct mushroom-looking shape. But it seems just about as big and intimidating as the rest of his member. But despite its heavy and full appearance, it seems to almost stand up by itself with the slightest curl towards his body. Almost like it had a mind of its own.

Another thing you noticed was the distinct, slightly raised lines that seemed to bulge every now and then lining his member. They reminded you of the lines on your husband’s arms- the veins on his muscles that seemed to ripple and move as his body naturally flexed with each action. Could that be what it is? You’re not quite sure. You’re still not quite sure of a lot of things when it comes to this.

“It is.” He agrees, amber eyes looking deep into yours with a serious expression. He leans down to get a bit closer to where you’ve propped yourself up on the bed before speaking and trying to ease your concerns. He must have noticed your expression getting increasingly frightened, despite your best efforts to hide it. Sure, your mother had taught you the basics of what to expect. And some of your already married friends had shared stories between giggles and with hands over their mouths. But when the indicated size, they never said it could be this! And yet… “And we don’t have to do this tonight if you-”

“NO!”

You still really, really want to try.

At your outburst, you immediately feel your face burning up with embarrassment. Your newly appointed husband just raises his eyebrow at you, but you can tell that there’s an amused smile just waiting to spread across his lips now that you’re starting to look as needy as you were back when he was curling one of those big fingers of his inside of you.

“No…I…um…”

You start to speak again, but immediately trail off. You try to think long and hard about what to say and how to say it. You know what you want. You know exactly what you want. You want him! There’s just no easy way to say it without vocalizing something you’ve never said in the company of someone who wasn’t one of your closest friends. And although he’s now your husband, you don’t know Ganondorf very well.

He’s been great to you thus far. Perfect even. But he’s also done everything for you. Undressed you. Initiated every kiss. Explored your body and explored it well. All without asking for anything in return. But this is your chance- your chance to give him something in return. To make him feel as wanted as he has made you feel thus far. But how do you express something like this? How do you say it without sounding too demanding? Too inexperienced? How could you even begin to find and form the right sentences? He seems so much more experienced than you. So, so much more.

That’s why it doesn’t even surprise you when he managed to take control of the reigns again. He was born to be a ruler, after all. It’s only fair if he starts with you.

“What is it?” He asks you, voice firm with a sliver of authoritativeness seeping. He still has that gentle look about him. The one that makes you feel comforted and safe and secure despite not knowing him all too well. Yet now that he’s leaning in so close, there’s a part of you that knows deep down inside that you should be hanging off of his every word. That you should be listening to what he has to say. Opening your legs a little wider. Rubbing at that extremely sensitive spot a little faster. And spreading your lower lip. All for him. Only for him. “Use your words.”

“I want…I want it inside me…please?”

But for yourself too.

“Oh, my dear~” Your husband purrs, his grin widening as amber eyes narrow in something a little more dangerous. “Is that so?”

Lust pours from his voice as if it were sand being dumped out into the desert. More onto of more. But there’s there’s no better way to describe your new husband’s growing excitement. He looks proud- regal even- as his hand starts to ghost over your lower lips once more. In an instant, you’re back to being breathless as his fingers brush against your most intimate parts. But you’re feeling a little more sure of yourself. A little more sure of what to say. And how exactly you should say it.

“I want you…my husband.” You tell him finally. And for the first time tonight, you don’t avert your gaze. You don’t try to be a blushing bride. You be yourself. You become yourself. Just a girl who wants the man in front of her. The man who will do absolutely anything to make you feel safe. To make you hot and bothered and desired. So you tell him that. “I want you.”

And honestly? You couldn’t be more glad you did.

Because you’ve spent countless nights dreaming of this. Imagining what this would feel like as you writhed around your bedroom sheets and conjured up a lover. And maybe you’re not in love yet. Maybe you’re too naive, and this relationship is far too young for you to fall in love yet. But your mother said that said if your husband was kind to you- if he was good to you, you would have nothing to worry about. Because love can grow. And so can attraction. And so can confidence.

But right now? You don’t need anything more. Because you’re sure that what you’re working with? What he has to offer? What he has done for you so far?

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manias-wordcount · 15 days

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hiii<3 could you do hisoka x trans male reader? calling him a good boy and all ..

Trans S/o HCs (Hisoka)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

Hisoka literally does not give a shit what your gender is- If he likes you, he likes you

So rather than him being extra gender-affirming with you, he’s just going to worship you as you are

Like he’ll just be his regular, old obsessive self more than anything

But he likes seeing you happy because he likes observing your reactions

So if he knows he can get a visceral reaction out of you just by doing one little thing, you know he’s going to do it

So he calls you good boy a lot

If you did something for him? Good boy If you did something mildly impressive or interesting? Good boy

If he wants you to come over and sit on his lap or just do absolutely anything he wants you to do? Good boy, good boy, good boy.

Because when the guy loves you, he gonna love you so hard that it’s absolutely sickening to witness

But that’s what happens when you pick a guy who loves hard

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Good day, fellow writer. I have once again found my way into your ask box with a request.

Could I get some Tenya Iida x fem reader with a bunny Quirk (she has bunny ears a little fluff tail and loves carrots) were Tenya finds out that her parents are emotionally abusing her because of her Quirk? (Like they view her as useless and openly show it to her.)

S/o being Verbally Abused by Parents HCs (Tenya Iida)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗼. 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗶 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝘁 𝗴𝗼 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗯𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝗼 𝗶𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗯𝗲 𝗮 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 (𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁)

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

You’ve been dating for quite a while but Tenya always thought you being skittish and nervous was due to your quirk

After all, flinching when a voice is too loud because your ears are so sensitive just makes too much sense for him to think different

Like it never occurred to him that someone- let alone your parents- would mistreat you because???

Look at you?? You’re so sweet and cute and perfect??

So when the truth comes out, the dude is PISSED

Like Hero-Killer Arc Tenya comes out and he’s ready for action

Dark look on his face, looking up your family’s details and everything

However what actually ends up happening is him telling his family to prepare you a place to stay while acting as your bodyguard when you come to collect your items from your (now former) home

When you turn towards him, he’s still that ever-so-sweet and concerned boyfriend you fell in love with some time ago

But when your parents get too close, the look on his face turns deadly as they’ll soon enough realize what’s like to mess with the people he loves

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Hey I don’t know if you’ve played it but based on alot of the games in your master list I think Obey Me (og or Nightbringer depending on your angst preference) would be something you’d enjoy. Just wanted to put that out there.

good guess lol! but yep, im into obey me!

but inspiration to write something for the game just hadn't struck me yet and i havent gotten any request for it. but who knows,, maybe i'll end up writing something for obey me once my request open back up again hehe

#ask mania

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Hey!!! I was wondering if we could get some howl pendragon fluff? Maybe reader and howl showing a more parental side towards Markl? I will always live for a family dynamic haha!

Three's Company (Howl Jenkins Pendragon x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗶 𝗮𝗰𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗽𝘁 𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶 𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶 𝘄𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗶 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗽𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗮𝘄 𝗶𝘁 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 "𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗴𝗼𝗱" 𝘀𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗶𝗺 𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀!! 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗽𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗰𝘂𝘁𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝘂𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 (𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗶 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲 𝗟𝗢𝗟)

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

Howl likes it dim and stormy and cool. Markl likes it bright and sunny and hot. So you comprise and suggest that the picnic takes place on a day with just enough cold and a nice, cooling breeze to help beat the summer’s heat.

As always, your boys agree.

Of course, there are some grumbles and some sly words here and there, trying to convince you to change your mind. As you’re leaning over Calcifer, trying to pan-fry some of the meat for the sandwiches, Markl pulls a chair up beside you under the guise of wanting to help. Of course, he can’t do without a sample of your cooking. And he can’t do without whispering in your ear that he thinks Howl could use some more sun. Naturally, you sent Markl always with a playful roll of your eyes as you told him to fetch a basket from the closet.

As he scampers away, Howl takes no time sliding up to you and wrapping his arms around your torso as he leans into you. He tries oh-so-very hard to be sly as he presses small kisses to below your ear, and reminisces about the times the two of you would spend napping in the sunroom as the castle travels across miles and miles of grass fields being doused in heavy rain. He tries even harder to entice you with a plan that involved moved the castle to somewhere with least a light rain storm and hosting the picnic indoors as you watch a storm roll by.

You just tutted and sent him to help Markl find the picnic basket instead.

With that, it doesn’t take you too long to finish up. Especially since Calcifer is starting to like the idea of getting a couple of lazy hours to himself once the three of you go on your outing. As you make the sandwiches and package up the little side dishes that Howl made earlier, you hear the two of them bickering with each other. Although Howl seems to be holding his own against the young boy, it still has you hiding your giggles as struggling to pack away the plates and utensils as you hear Howl argue about how nobody ever wants to do anything outside with him in the rain.

To his credit, he’s right. But you can worry about that later.

Because soon enough, you’re done with preparing the food, and you’re calling for your boys to come back. Markl comes sprinting back with the basket in hand, hoping to get you first as a last-minute resort to get you to tell Calcifer that the castle should be moved someplace “just a little sunnier! Please, please, pleaseee!” Howl comes in not too long afterward, but it’s just enough time to see you patting a pouting Markl’s head as the last of the sandwiches a couple of pieces of fruit fitted into the picnic basket.

For a moment Howl looks hopeful. As if he has a chance to get you to change your mind and break their tie in his favor. But at the sight of you passing the picnic basket into his hands as you reach for a light shawl to cover your exposed arms, that look of hope becomes quickly dashed.

But then you turn to your boys. They’re nice and cleaned up in clothes you know they can afford to get grass stains on. The look on their faces are just a little sour, but Howl is still cradling the picnic basket very, very carefully and Markl is doing his best to hold onto the picnic blanket he found, along with the couple of bottles of juice he has tucked under his arm. You give them a warm look and you smile nice and big and bright.

“Well?” You tilt your head to the side, a teasing lilt to your voice as your eyes jump back and forth between their gazes. “Any more objections? Or shall we enjoy the day?”

At that, both boys' cheeks start to redden. Markl looks away quickly, his pout growing ever so slightly more, but he finally relents and says he guesses he doesn’t mind if there are some clouds in the sky- so long as it’s not cool to play in the river, of course. On the other hand, the ever-so-collected Howl looks a bit embarrassed now that you’re joking about the two of them and their little tantrums. But he owns the blush adorning his face by meeting your eyes and offering out a hand.

“Thank you, my starlight,” He tells you, his sincere and gentle voice filling the room. It’s so honest and so earnest that you’re taken for a surprise just a teensy bit, before reaching out and placing your hand in his- an even bigger smile now spreading across your lips. “For planning this. For all that you do.”

“Yeah, thanks a bunch!” Markl is quick to follow behind Howl with his own expressions of gratitude. Although he can’t take your hand and help you down the stairs like Howl is (despite you telling Howl that he really doesn’t need to be doing this when you’re not even carrying anything), Markl offers up a look of excitement and appreciation so sweet and so pure, you completely forgot about how sneaky and sly he was trying to be earlier. Well, almost forgot. You’ll have to get on Calcifer for teaching Markl about all that later… “The food looks really good, so thanks for that too!”

With that, the three of you head to the door and step out of the castle. Calcifer calls a promise over Howl’s shoulder that he’ll look after the place, while you have to step further into the field of grass and flowers the castle is in to tell Markl to be careful as he runs off. But then you hear his laughter- the carefree laughter of a child. Of the boy you consider to be your son. And you let out a laugh too. It’s a tiny one. But it’s light, and it’s carefree. And it’s quickly joined in by Howl as he leads you to where Markl chose a spot to set up the picnic blanket.

The day is spent laughing. How many seconds? How many minutes? How many hours? You aren’t sure. But the day is spent without pouts on faces and complaints about the weathering being too much of this or too much of that. The day is spent telling stories and sharing jokes. It’s spent watching Howl point at different plants and quizzing Makl about what he knows. It’s spent with your point at your favorite clouds and your boy's guesses at the shapes that you do or don’t see. It’s spent with each other.

And that’s all that matters, truly

Though at some point, when you’re cuddled up to Howl, you whisper to him. It’s after all the food is gone. After Markl had kicked off his shoes and waded into the stream to look for nice rocks and tiny little fishies swimming along. It was after the two of them had agreed that today was the perfect day to waste with each other in complete and utter happiness. But it’s only after that- only after your bellies, and nice and full, and the cool breeze is starting to make you a bit too sleepy to do anything but curl right next to Howl and hold him that you whisper to him. Whisper how you promise you’ll do something with him outside the next time it rains.

He thinks for a moment, letting the wind pass you both by as a slow-moving cloud moves out of the way to spread its sunrays across your skin. He thinks, and he thinks, and he thinks. And just when you think that you’ve stumped him or he must not have heard you, he opens his mouth once more.

“I’d like to go dancing one day.” He says finally. His voice is quiet, but it feels so warm and so sweet and so safe that you swear that alone could lull you to sleep. “I’d like to go dancing with you one day in the rain.”

You smile at him for the umpteenth time that day. You look him in the eyes, and you smile at him, and only for him, and only because of him.

“Okay,” You promise him, the words barely passing through your lips like the wisp of a pretty breeze, hoping to take your voice far and wide. “I’d like that.”

And your Howl…your wonderful, beautiful, glorious Howl? He smiles back at you. Gently. Sweetly. Looking forever more and more like the very person you fell in love with so, so long ago as his hair sways slowly and his bright blue eyes bore into yours. Telling you how much he loves you. Cares for you. Adores you. All with his gaze. All while your eyes? Well…

“Thank you, my starlight.”

Would it be so surprising if you said they were doing the same?

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REQUEST ARE CLOSING……. until October (most likely)

whoops this is getting longer and longer each year. but due to the influx of requests (lowkey think someone put in like six back to back last night lmao) and the fact that i always block off october do for myself, i'm closing requests! that means if you request anything after the time this post goes up, then it's getting deleted from my inbox and it won't be written.

everything that was in my inbox before this post went up will stay and will eventually be written (hang tight though lol, i got a lotttt of shit to do).

but yeah! please be patient with me as i get your request out. im only one person and im really involved at school so this blog is not gonna be my priority most of the time. but i'll do my best for everyone :)

okay that's it mania out. deuces

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View of Paradise (Satoru Gojo x Reader) PART SIX

[𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙍𝙇𝙄𝙀 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝙃𝙊𝘾𝙊𝙇𝘼𝙏𝙀 𝙁𝘼𝘾𝙏𝙊𝙍𝙔 𝘼𝙐]

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗮 𝘁𝗿𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗲. 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲'𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗸𝗶𝗱𝘀 𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝗼𝘂𝘁. 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗻'𝘁 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁, 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗲𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗷𝗷𝗸 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗮 𝗶𝘀 𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 "𝗲𝘅𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗶𝗺𝗺𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗮 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱" 𝗱𝗲𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗯𝗮𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗶 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗶 𝘄𝗮𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗲. 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹𝘆, 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝘀𝘀 𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗼𝗹

𝗔𝘂𝗴𝘂𝘀𝘁𝘂𝘀 𝗚𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗽: 𝗨𝗶 𝗨𝗶 𝗩𝗶𝗼𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗕𝗲𝗮𝘂𝗿𝗲𝗴𝗮𝗿𝗱: 𝗠𝗼𝗺𝗼 𝗩𝗮𝗿𝘂𝗰𝗮 𝗦𝗮𝗹𝘁: 𝗬𝘂𝗸𝗶 𝗠𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗧𝗲𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗲: 𝗝𝘂𝗻𝗽𝗲𝗶

𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁: 𝗼𝗻𝗲 || 𝘁𝘄𝗼 || 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲 || 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗿 || 𝗳𝗶𝘃𝗲 || 𝘀𝗶𝘅 || 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲…

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

For the next week, the sun rises and sets as if things were normal. But you, your co-workers, your family, and pretty much everyone in this town know that it is anything but.

“ Hmm ,” You let out a thoughtful noise that does very little except fill the silence in between you and your brother. "Are we there yet?"

" Nope."

" Ugh."

You roll your eyes with a huff, and your brother just lets out a bit of a snicker at your response. Tonight you’re walking home with Yuuta after a long, long shift. You managed to scoot out of the diner right as the sign flipped to close, but even then, you don’t think that was soon enough. You can’t remember how long you’ve been up, and you can’t exactly remember how long you’ve been on your feet too. But you know that your whole body aches and your soul feels tired and drained in a way you truly hadn’t felt since you first started working at the diner.

And who can blame you?

The diner has been busier than usual, and everyone knows it. Still, it doesn’t stop people from forming a line out the door under the guise of coming here for lunch or dinner because they were simply “in the neighborhood.” They’re all adults and elders who act like they wouldn’t be caught dead in a candy store. But too, too many of them have dared to get offended when you have to be the one to tell them that no , you can’t just sell them a Gojo Bar here- that’s just not how this all works.

So to no one’s surprise, more deserts are being ordered than usual. Every shift, you have seen the chefs working long and hard while someone is always on hand, shilling chocolate bars. Your boss had the genius idea of adding more dessert items that use Gojo Candy Products in them too. So now everything is chocolate puddings and chocolate cakes and Sundaes Supremes with Gojo Chocolate Chunks. You’ve even heard from your co-workers that it’s becoming rarer and rarer that they have someone coming in and asking for a cinnamon bun or a muffin or even a slice of Zenin Diner’s once-famous banana bread.

Everything is Gojo Candy this, Gojo Candy that. And honestly, you too, are a part of that craze. Just a little bit, at least. You rarely get a chance to enjoy things this sweet. But candy doesn’t fill your stomach. Candy doesn’t pay your bills. But it does make you so, so happy and so, so jealous of everyone who is able to buy and eat it freely. It makes you want to be someone else. Someone who didn’t have to share such a small room with her little brother. Someone who wasn’t in shoes that were far too worn down to be good for you. Someone who didn’t have to smile and nod alongside their parents as they lie to everyone and say that they’ve already eaten. When the truth is that they're starving.

Someone who wasn’t dirt fucking poor.

But with the increase in sales comes an increase in your pay. Slightly, anyways. Your boss is at least kind enough to ensure that. But for the most part, you’ve had self-control. You keep saving your money for things that are important like materials to fix holes in the house and a couple of other groceries that aren’t just cabbage, cabbage, and cabbage. You did almost freak out when Nobara managed to sneak you a chocolate bar from the kitchen, though (and made you promise to split the winnings with her if you scored a ticket). And you are fiddling a little too much with the wrapper of another Gojo Candy Bar that’s burning a hole in your jacket pocket as you walk down an empty sidewalk on the way home. But this one isn’t for you.

It’s for the boy in front of you. For Yuuta.

Although he’s quiet right now, you can tell that he still has quite a bit of energy left in him. He’s smiling as he walks. Taking every step confidently as if he knows exactly where he’s going. Which at this point, you truly, truly, truly hope he does. Because he was the one to tell you that he wanted to show you something. And on most nights after a long shift, you wouldn’t entertain him. And you certainly wouldn’t let him take you on a different, much longer path to get home on most nights either. Especially nights that are as chilly and as breezy as this one. But tomorrow is his birthday. He’ll be another year older. He’ll have completed another trip around the sun. And he'll have reached another milestone that you’ve long since passed.

But he’s still your baby brother. Your baby brother who still smiles. Your baby brother who still walks with a skip in his step. Your baby brother who seems way too comfortable walking along an empty sidewalk with way too few streetlights for your tastes- even with the lack of cars on this road. But he's the same baby brother who never complains, never cries, and never is ungrateful. Your baby brother who still holds onto hope. Even despite all the news.

To put it simply, tickets two through four have been found in the span of a week since the kid in Germany got the first one. Time is running out. And yet, he still has hope.

Ticket number two went to a particularly posh-looking little girl from somewhere in Great Britain. The story broke on your shift the day after the first ticket was found. Everyone crowded around the TVs in the diner again (including you) to watch a little girl dressed to the 9’s in her Sunday Best show off the shiny golden ticket in pristine lighting with a sickly sweet smile. She had a proud set of parents behind her. Equally as prim and polished and posh-looking as the little girl was. And saying all the right things for the interview. As if they knew that they were going to end up with a ticket all along.

You remember clicking your tongue as the feeling of irritation bubbled up inside you at the sight of the little girl and her parents. Although hearing that the only reason she managed to get a ticket in the first place was because her father’s peanut shelling and sorting factory switched to candy bars to appease her was a big source of annoyance too. You remember going to school with girls like her. Although they were probably nowhere near as rich, you have no doubt in your mind her character is exactly the same as the girls you grew up with. Spoiled rotten .

But you didn’t say any of this out loud, even though part of you wanted to. As you grew older, you grew wiser. And you realized that behind every brat was one of the worst types of parents that can raise a kid- the ones that never say no.

However, you didn’t really need to say anything at all. The outrage from the other patrons watching the TV screen at the diner was loud enough to drown out your thoughts. Even Yuuta looked a bit pissed off when you told him about the second ticket winner as the two of you walked home from your shift that night. Not to mention, it was the hot topic of your household when you got home later that evening. Everyone was up in arms about her- including your kind and sweethearted Grandpa Aibara.

And the next ticket winner? Well, that girl wasn’t much better.

This story broke three days later- around dinner time at your house. The third ticket winner was a girl from America. And her interview took place in a nicely decorated home filled to the brim with large, shiny trophies. All the trophies that she won.

Including one for holding the current record for competitive gum chewing. Whatever that meant.

But all throughout dinner, you joined your bedridden grandparents and your bone-tired parents around the TV, watching the news on the tiny screen. And all throughout her interview, the little girl talked confidently with her smiling mother standing just behind her. She answered questions matter-of-factly. And she almost had a charm about her. Almost. You could tell from the get-go that she was conceited and arrogant. She chewed gum the entire interview. Wet smacks and the slight grinding of teeth could be picked up in the microphone they had her speaking in, but it seemed like she didn’t care. Or maybe she did, but she cared about her record-breaking a bit more than a measly interview.

Though she did say she managed to spit out the gum and keep it behind her ear long enough to switch to Gojo Bars. Just so she could win a ticket.

And once again, it looked like everybody else could sniff out the bad manners of the newest ticket winner. After every question she answered, someone (usually Grandpa Kusakabe) always had something nasty to say about her even nastier attitude. It always earned a few loud laughs from some of your family and poorly hidden chuckles from the other half.

But even so, watching this interview made the cabbage stew sit worse in your stomach than it usually did. Maybe it’s because you were the only one who noticed how sad Yuuta would get when he would look at the girl’s house and all her shiny trophies before turning and looking at your house’s barren walls. Maybe it’s because you knew deep down inside that if you were as accomplished as this little girl was, you’d be full of yourself too.

That was all three days ago. Sales for Gojo Bars were going quicker than quick after more and more winners were announced. And your little brother? Well, he was looking more and more defeated as the days went by- knowing that he’d need a whole lot more than just luck to land a ticket after hearing how the winners found theirs.

That was until, an hour and a half before your shift ended today.

The diner was still on the busier side, but there were enough seats open at the counter that Yuuta didn’t have to feel bad about popping a squat at the edge seat so he could do some of his homework before you walked home with him.

Though, for the most part, things were quiet. Enjoyable even, as you made some light chitchat with some of your regulars while the diner began to ease out of the dinner rush. But out of nowhere, you hear all too familiar jingle of the breaking news segment coming from the TV. As a natural reflex, your eyes turn towards the screen- as did everyone else in the diner.

And sure enough, there he is- winner number four.

Although, this kid manages to stick out in a major way. Like all the winners so far, winner Junpei Yoshino (who is, so far, the only one you managed to remember by name- or maybe just the only one haven’t forgotten yet- Whoops!) is just about Yuuta’s age. But unlike the other winners, Junpei does his interview with an expression so bored, you would have thought the kid was forced to watch paint dry.

If you could even consider what he did to be ‘doing an interview' at all!

No, instead of smiling big and bright and talking animatedly with the newsperson sent to his house, Junpei was looking at something other than a camera. He was looking at his own TV as he did nothing but play video games during his interview.

Behind him stood an exasperated mother- one who at least had the decency to look horrified at the monster she had created. Questions were almost always redirected towards her, save for an occasional one that Junpei was able to answer with a few short words (so long as they didn’t get in the way of whatever violent video game he was playing on the latest console).

You remember feeling so surprised that a child could have such a dead look on his face. The bags sitting beneath his eyes were dark. And the only time he really showed emotion was to curl up his lips at his screen and snarl at something happening in his games. It was a teeny bit frightening to watch. And all you could do was thank your lucky stars that your grandpa Kusakabe was nowhere as near as unpleasant as that kid was.

Even the people in the diner were disenchanted by the little boy's apathy. You heard some elders in booth nearby call him rude and all sorts of things while parents with young children shook their heads at the screen and muttered to themselves about how they could fix his attitude. And you swore, even Yuuta was intimidated by the scary look and disrespectful attitude of the guy. That was until Junpei was asked the question ‘ How many candy bars did you open?’

‘One,’ The little boy had said, eyes never once moving away from the screen. ‘ I hate chocolate.’

If Yuuta heard the second part of his statement, he didn’t show it. Because he was far stuck on the first part- the fact that someone had won by opening only a single Gojo Candy Bar. It reminded Yuuta that there was such a thing as a little bit of luck left in the world. Just a little bit, at least. But he doesn’t care about how much. And frankly, neither do you.

Because you know that every birthday, even before the candy craze, Yuuta has asked for the same thing: a Gojo Candy Bar. And you know that it was after pooling together what meager money you and your parents were able to spare, they went out and bought him one. But that candy bar was at home. The one sitting in your pocket is an entirely different one.

But it’s a chance of upping his odds. And it was worth spending your tip money on. Well worth it. Because that's just the kind of older sister you are.

So you don’t say much of anything as your little brother leads you down this empty sidewalk with just enough street lights to lead his way. And you don’t say anything when you notice from afar that your brother just so happens to be taking you past a tall, tall fence that blocks the world’s access from a big, big, big factory just on the other side. A factory that has a nice, fancy Gojo Candy painted on the side.

No, even then, you still don’t say anything. You just follow close behind as your brother leads the way. Still full of energy. Still full of smiles. Still full of hopes and dreams and, maybe just a little bit of luck.

So you think about that. You think about hopes. You think about dreams. You think about your little brother. And most importantly. You try not to think about the cold. The harsh, the biting, the growing cold.

Because it only serves to remind you of the tights that you just didn’t have enough money to buy when all was said and done.

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