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hypmic-writings · 2 years

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Can I order Rosho x reader? Imagine Rosho in a relationship with a famous actress from Tokyo. Thank you in advance and your writing is great!

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Pairing: Rosho Tsutsujimori x actress!reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,011

A/N: This one was so cute, I love the idea of someone like Rosho who tries to keep it low-key being with an actress who’s very high profile. Hope you enjoy~

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“Hey, Tsutsujimori, isn’t this your girlfriend?”

At the sound of his name, Rosho glanced up from his desk where he was hastily grading papers. One of his colleagues, the art teacher at the school was holding up a popular magazine towards him. Rosho stared at the cover, seeing your beautiful, smiling face stare back at him in a picture that must have been professionally taken.

He was so taken by the sight of you in such a lovely pose that he barely noticed the words on the cover, all of which were in bold big letters.

‘Ten Tips On How To Look Younger’

‘Summer Foods We Love’

‘Y/N Y/L/N Secret Love Affair?’

The last line was printed directly below your face, and Rosho only rolled his eyes with a sigh.

“Apparently she’s having a secret love affair with one of the actors she’s been shooting a movie with! They’ve been spotted together everywhere,” the art teacher said, smirking down at the magazine as he flipped through it.

“You shouldn’t be reading those kinds of magazines. Don’t you have a test to make?” Rosho scolded his colleague, making the other man’s smile fade. One of the other teacher’s, the biology professor smiled at Rosho.

“Don’t worry, most of the things in magazines are all made up anyways. They just say things to shock people and make them buy more copies,” she informed Rosho with a nod. Rosho shot her a grateful look.

“Oh, believe me, I know how horrible these magazines can be,” Rosho grumbled, pushing his glasses up further onto the bridge of his nose as he went back to grading.

Over the past few years that you and Rosho had been dating, it had never once been easy. The fact that you were a famous actress from Tokyo meant that every part of your life was poked and pried into. You had told Rosho this early on, reassuring him that you wouldn’t hold it against him if he wanted to break up because the paparazzi would only talk down about your relationship.

But Rosho loved you more than anything else in the world and he said that he wanted to stay by your side no matter what happened. It was difficult with you being gone so often for filming, but you were constantly texting and calling Rosho and it never seemed like you were far away for too long. Soon enough you were always coming back to him.

And as Rosho left work for that day, he knew that you’d be in his arms by that night.

Once he got home, he spent some time cleaning up the living room and setting the mood – lighting some candles before putting the finishing touches on the meal that he prepared for you the night before. After all of the plates were set and the wine was popped and ready, Rosho heard the wonderful sound of your key turning in the lock.

“Hey darling, I’m home,” you excitedly said as soon as you walked through the door. Rosho was by you in an instant, taking your bags off of your hands just to free you up so that he could throw his arms around you in a hug. As he said your name, he twirled you around excitedly and you let out a happy shriek.

“Ah, I’m so glad you’re home,” Rosho said, setting you down to kiss you gently on the lips.

“Me too, I missed you way too much,” you said, pulling him into another hug and breathing him in deeply, letting your eye close for a moment and enjoying the feeling of him all around you. The two of you stood like that for a moment before he pulled away.

“Alright, tell me everything. How was filming?” Rosho asked, leading you into the living room.

You immediately began to tell him all about the film you had acted in, ignoring all of the disclosures you had to sign and telling him all of the juicy details. Rosho was never one to gossip or run to the magazines, so you knew it was safe to tell him everything. He watched on with love in his eyes as you excitedly told him about your role and the way you portrayed your character.

“What about you? How are your students doing? The year’s almost ending right?” you asked, sitting down at the table to eat what looked to be a delicious meal made entirely by your boyfriend.

Now it was Rosho’s turn to launch into his speech, telling you all about his kids and what they’d been taught that semester. He went into details about the students and what they were like, his eyes shining as he proudly explained their progress to you. You watched him with your chin in your hands, smiling softly because there was no greater joy than watching Rosho talk about something he was passionate about.

“I’m so happy for you! I’m glad the kids are doing well,” you said, grinning at Rosho as you took another sip of your wine.

“Well, they keep asking about you so I might just have to bring you to class one day so they don’t think I’m lying,” Rosho joked, but you only laughed.

“That could be fun! Then maybe I’ll have to bring you on set the next time we’re filming so that you can see the wild world of movie making,” you mused, leaning in closer to him. Rosho smiled at you and took your hand, kissing the back of it and nodding happily.

“As long as you don’t leave me again,” he told you. You nodded in reassurance and rested your head against his shoulder.

“Don’t worry, I’m here right now, aren’t I? Let’s just enjoy the time we have together before I have to start promoting again,” you told him, taking a strawberry and dunking it in cream before holding it out for Rosho to bite into. Rosho chuckled and bit into the fruit, smiling at you.

“Then we better make the most of the time we have.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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stories2you · 2 years

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Dearest (Part 2)

A/N: Continuation from the first part.

Pairing: Jakurai x wife!reader, Jakurai x daughter!OC (familial love)

TW: abuse, descriptions of depression. Please read at your own discretion.

While they were chatting away about their days, Jakurai had noticed the sullen look on his daughter’s face ever since he arrived home. He slowly brought up the topic,

“So, Mai, which supermarket did you go to today? The usual one always has the ingredients sold out quickly.”

Mai looked up to him and said, “Ah, it’s the one near Hifumi-san’s apartment.”

It went silent for a bit, until Mai spoke up, “Actually… I saw that woman while on my way home.”

Both you and Jakurai went speechless. That vile woman was the cause of Mai’s breakdown and trust issues. Mai told the two of you what happened. You both listened intently, it was amazing how she doesn’t cry while explaining. Normally she would as that woman had inflicted childhood trauma onto her.

“So you saw her and couldn’t contain your anger? Did she say anything to you?” Jakurai asked. He had a serious look on his face. He had always been weary of his dear daughter meeting his ex-wife. He never wanted them to meet again.

“I hit her. I made that child cry.” Mai’s voice started to quiver. She then looked up to both of you. Her blue eyes were filled with anger and tears forming. Her smile made you shiver, you had never seen your daughter like this.

“Papa~” Jakurai remained composed, he knew she was breaking down. What she says next would shock him, “I want to end her. I want to make sure she suffers. I-”

“Stop it, Jinguji Mai!” Jakurai’s voice boomed inside the room. Mai went silent. Her tears finally fell and she realised what she had said. She looked at you and apologised, Mai never wanted you to see her like that.

You sighed and went over to her side, “ It’s okay, dear. Cry it out, let it out. I’m here.”

You allowed Mai to rest her head on your shoulder. Her tears stain your shirt. Your (e/c) travelled to look at your husband. As you’ve expected, he had an unreadable expression on his face, but you knew that he was angry.

Angry at what? Who knows…

-the next day-

Jakurai had a few days off after two months of working non-stop. Both you and your husband were just spending your day together as Mai went out with Hitoya’s daughter.

“Honey, what if Mai meets her again? I’m sure that woman won’t let it slide.” You started. The thought had worried you since last night.

You saw your husband sighed. You knew that he was worried. Who wouldn’t be though. Before he could speak, the said woman appeared. Greeting both you and Jakurai with a sickeningly sweet voice,

“Hello there, Jakurai.” She then glanced at you with an evil look, “And Miss (y/n)...”

Without waiting for an answer, she sat on the empty seat. Jakurai took a sip of his coffee and asked the woman, “Why are you here? Do you not have any shame?”

“Ah, forgive me dear ex-husband.” Venom in her voice spat. “But I’m just here to talk to you about our beautiful daughter.”

“I believe she’s mine. Never yours.” Jakurai spat back at her. He then gave you a look that shows that he’ll handle it. You obeyed his gestures and stayed silent while you observed them.

You saw that woman gritted her teeth. ‘Ah, hell’s gotten loose. Now where’s the popcorn when I need it?’ You thought, amused by the woman’s actions.

You remembered what she had said to you when she picked up the thirteen year old Mai very late at school,

“She could’ve just gone home alone. Isn’t she a teenager now?” That woman then looked at poor Mai and pulled her long hair, “You just fucking wasted my time. You have legs don’t you? Just go home alone! You-”

“Stop it! Mai isn’t wrong. It was raining heavily earlier and she had no umbrella with her.” You tried to reason with her by giving out lies.

Mai never wanted to go home. She had contacted her father to pick her up, but he had an important surgery to perform on. Hifumi and Doppo were out of the country that day.

‘At that point of time, Mai had told me everything. A young girl like her doesn’t deserve this treatment.’ You thought as you listened to the former couple.

“I gave bir-” “Don’t you dare give me that excuse.” Jakurai cut her off.

“You inflicted childhood trauma into her, you tortured her by starving her. You tortured her with every single thing you could think of. Of course she would get angry when she saw you with your new child.” Jakurai explained bluntly.

“But she doesn’t have to do that in public!” She raised her voice.

“You made her sit outside the house in sheer coldness. I’ll have you know that when I found her, she was close to death. Do you really call that as ‘love’?”

The woman went silent. Before she could speak, Jakurai continued his words that contain poison,

“If you want her to forgive you, how about you apologise to her for the past fifteen years of her life that you have shattered? Though, I doubt she’ll forgive you.” He then gave her a murderous look. The look you recognised when he was an assassin back then,

“Hurt my daughter, You will pay.”

The tall man then stood up and gave you his hand, “Come, let’s go.”

You smiled and held his hand. You turned and saw the woman had a terrified look on his face. Like your husband, you gave her a murderous look,

“A child deserves a parent. But not all parents deserve a child. Don’t come near my little girl again, bitch.”

She looked like she wanted to reiterate but when she met your (e/c) eyes, she stopped.

After leaving the cafe, Jakurai insisted on eating out for dinner. He looked down on his watch and saw that it was almost dinner time, “You should call Mai to come and eat dinner with us. She deserves a treat.”

You chuckled and nodded, “Let’s bring her to that yakiniku restaurant that she loves.”

You then called her to meet up at her favorite restaurant. You could hear the excitement in her voice as she asked her best friend,

“Do you wanna come along?”

“No, it’s okay. If I come along, my dad would be going after your dad. You know, that usual friendly banter.” Hitoya’s daughter sighed.

You chuckled again when you saw the look of displeasure on your husband’s face at the mention of Hitoya.

“We’ll see you there, dear.” You ended the call.

-at home-

It was fortunate that the restaurant wasn’t crowded. You and Jakurai were happy enough at the look of content on your daughter’s face. After washing up, the three of you huddled on the couch while watching a movie on the television.

Mai sat on Jakurai’s lap, a habit she had ever since she was younger. It wasn’t always she gets to cuddle with her father. Let’s just say, her birth mother was possessive.

You understood her needs of wanting comfort from him. She does the same with you, but Mai would rest her head on your lap as you clean her ears or brush her hair.

You looked at her sleeping form on your husband’s lap. You reached out and pushed her bangs aside, “How could someone neglect a beautiful child like her?”

Jakurai’s attention was now on you, “What did you say?”

You looked up at him and shook your head, “I’ve seen and watched her grow up in school. Mai was very introverted and was scared of people. The only teachers she would talk to were Rosho and I. If it’s her friends, then it would only be Hitoya’s daughter. She would do the talking, Mai would only gesture.

Honestly, I thought she was mute. Mai never talks in class. Her friend would describe her voice but I was very happy when I first heard her voice.”

You leaned your head on Jakurai’s shoulder and continued, “Everyday Mai would cry when it was time to go home. But that everyday turned less and less. That was when I noticed that she went numb. There was no light in her eyes.”

Mai’s face was peaceful as she rested in her father’s arms. Your eyes showed empathy for her, “I knew that something was wrong at home. Rosho and I did everything we could to protect her. Hifumi and Doppo as well whenever one of them would come and pick her up. That woman would accuse them of being kidnappers.

She said nasty things to your friends in front of Mai. No matter what I did to try to protect Mai, she was already tainted with poison.”

You gripped Jakurai’s hand tight, “I’m sorry, Jakurai. I couldn’t protect her well back then. I was just her teacher.” You could feel your own tears finally fall down to your cheeks. “Jakurai, I was very happy when she started to call me ‘mom’ outside school grounds. I was very happy that she openly told me of her feelings, I was even happier to see that genuine smile on her face whenever she was told that she did well.”

Jakurai listened to your words. It made him hold onto Mai tighter. When he was still with his ex-wife, he had noticed earlier on that after Mai’s birth, she was underfed. Mai’s cries every night made him scared that one day he would never be able to see her again whenever he had night shifts.

She was being cared for by Hitoya's family for a while as Jakurai already had suspicions towards that woman. He regretted letting his dear daughter suffer at home. There were even days she was left alone at home without his knowledge.

He looked down at her in his arms. You could see that his eyes showed regret and self-loath. You placed a hand on his cheek, making him look at you in the eyes. You smiled, “Don’t blame yourself, honey. She’s happy now. All you need to do is just to be by her side. She is our treasure, right?”

Jakurai placed his hand on top of yours that was on his cheek. He nodded in agreement,

“She is.”

His mind wandered as he recalled during the days when Mai was younger. He never once heard her complain nor ask why her birth mother never smiled at her.

“Because papa is always with me~” “Because papa would always play with me~”

“Because I know that papa loves me~”

Those were the few words he could recall. Whenever Mai was asked which parent she loves most, she would pick him over her birth mother. At home, she would be neglected by that woman. But he would always come to feed her, tell her that she was loved.

‘But that wasn’t enough…

I’m sorry, Mai…’

‘I promise that I’ll always protect you, my dear.’

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Requests are still open, but I'll only start writing them after my exams finish. I hope you enjoy.

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wingsofimagery · 2 years

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Seashells

㊊ Summary: Jyushi ran from Kuko's exorcism adventure and met a girl who calls him Kiddo. He's not very fond of the name but her request was a simple one he couldn't reject. ㊊ Characters: Aimono Jyushi, Original Female Character (unnamed), Harai Kuko, Amaguni Hitoya ㊊ Genre: General ㊊ Warnings: Mention of character death ㊊ Word Count: 2406 ㊊ A/N: I died... As per usual. I have something else coming up real soon too. I wrote this a while back for a zine application (in which I got into~ Please look forward to it!)

“I can’t do this! Noooooooo!!” Jyushi shouted as he ran out of the building.

Kuko had suggested they investigate this place where there a ghost was to be exercised. Jyushi, having been too spooked by the eeriness, ran off screaming on his own. Hitoya was not prepared for this and had lost sight of Jyushi by the time he chased after him. Kuko, who made it his mission to successfully take the haunting ghost to the afterlife, chose to stay back and furthered his search.

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“Stupid Kuko-san. I don’t want to be here anymore… This is a scary place. Amanda, I’m afraid,” Jyushi muttered to himself while holding his pig plushie gingerly in his hands.

The tears collecting on the edge of his eyes slid down his cheeks. He kept them closed while he cried, sniffling every once in a while. Of all places to go, it had to be a haunted house. It was not even a theme park haunted attraction or anything created by living humans. An actual house haunted by an actual spirit of a dead person. Leave it to Kuko to play with his fears.

He did not notice the figure that wandered by nor did he realize the figure made a stop when she heard his cries. She walked up to him, squatting down to get closer to the crying teen.

“Are you lost, young one?”

Jyushi looked up with surprise plastered on his face. He had let out a yelp from the sudden interaction and his hands flew up to wave them away, Amanda clutched tightly in his hand. He did not know what he was doing but he was too spooked out to coherently think.

“Hey hey! Watch it! Your piggy is going to fly away! I won’t hurt you! Seriously, stop it!”

He finally stopped flinging his hands around, pausing mid-air to observe the stranger. She wore a dress, long enough to cover her feet. Her hair was half done up. From Jyushi’s observations, he noticed that…

“You’re not going to hurt me…”

“Correct, my child. Now tell me, what is wrong? Why are you in tears? Do I have to hurt someone?”

Jyushi did not answer her questions, instead, he spouted his own, “why are you calling me pet names like I’m an actual child? You look the same age as I do!”

“Looks can be deceiving. Don’t you know that?” She roared with laughter and gave his head a few pats.

“I ran from my friends. They were doing this expedition thing to exorcise some ghost. Said there was a haunting here, knowing fully well how I can’t handle the paranormal.”

She raised her eyebrow in interest. She could hear how exasperated Jyushi was.

“Well, I apologize. I can’t do much but I can tell you now, that you’re doing pretty good. The spirits won’t be messing with you tonight. Not while I’m around!”

Jyushi tilted his head to question her statement, “what do you mean?”

She merely smiled and offered her hand for him to take. Jyushi could tell that she was nice. She emitted a comforting aura; that was all he needed to trust her. He shyly placed his hand in her offering one. There was no warmth in her hands but he chalked it up to the decreasing temperature as night was cooler than day. There was also something else about her hand but he could not put his words to it. She stood up to her full height and the teen got up with her.

“Come on, buddy. Don’t slouch! Stand tall! You’re given your height for a reason!”

He quickly straightened his back, a chuckle escaped from his lips from her silliness. She knew how to bring the mood up. She was happy to see him lighten up a little as well.

He followed her on a walk. The breezy night on this hot day was welcomed. The walk was slow, not that Jyushi was complaining. Jyushi wanted to keep talking to her but he did not know how to start conversations, let alone hold a conversation with her. He opted to tug on Amanda in hopes of finding some extra comfort in her.

“So… I’m guessing you don’t want to return to your friends for the time being. Would you like to go to the nearby beach with me then? I have a task I need help with,” she smiled at him in hopes that he would accept the request.

He nodded his head, “Sure! I don’t know if I’ll be of much help though, but it’s better than being here alone.”

Her smile grew wider. She would not know what she would do if she could not convince him. She did not want to leave him there by himself. Grateful for his acceptance, she smiled even wider. Her steps were light as she hopped in front of him, looking back every once in a while to make sure he was following her and not straying away. The beach was not a long walk. Their quiet journey there was not awkward either. Jyushi does not usually warm up to people that quickly but with the light atmosphere she brought along with her, he felt the gloomy emotions disappear.

She stepped down onto the sand, turning around to spread her arms out. Jyushi stared at her in question. He stood close before her and awaited her instructions. She pointed to the seashells; some were completely intact, others were tarnished by nature and humans alike. She told Jyushi to pick up the cockleshell, informing him that she wanted shells that were pristine like this one.

“This shouldn't be hard but why are you not able to do this on your own?” he questioned. He meant no malice in his questions, he was simply confused. She was in perfect condition and nothing he saw physically looked like it could hinder her in any way.

She sheepishly looked away, “Well… My hands are unable to touch them. I can’t really explain it but I hope you understand… I really need your help.”

Jyushi knew he could not deny her request. He understood her nervousness, how some things could not be told, and he could tell she was being honest about it. He scratched the back of his head, nodding in reply as he knelt down to pick up the shell for her. She continued to instruct him on what to pick up and what to be careful of. As they moved around, stepped away, and stopped at multiple areas, Jyushi found his arms cradling a bit more than a handful of shells. He shuffled around to adjust them, careful not to drop any.

“Maybe we should stop now. Follow me!” she beckoned with her hand, walking ahead of him again.

He scrambled to his feet and brushed off the sand on his pants before he ran up to her. He followed her as an obedient pet would. Once again, the walk was quiet but this time, she began asking him questions.

“I never got your name, kiddo.”

“I’m not a kiddo. I look your age and you look my age,” he huffed, “and my name is Aimono Jyushi.”

“My apologies, Jyushi.”

He was about to ask for her name but their conversation was halted before he could talk again. They stood before a tombstone. There was a jar with some shells in there. It looked dusty and old. As if no one has been around to take care of the grave for years. Jyushi watched her squat down to caress the tombstone.

“This is the place. Could you replace the shells in this jar with the ones we picked?”

He immediately went to work on the request. The sadness she emitted made him feel compelled to help her even further. He made haste with exchanging the shells with the new ones. He also dusted off the jar with his sleeve. Once done, the jar sat back where it was, right in front of the tombstone to the right.

“You helped a lot; thank you for helping me out on my silly request.”

Jyushi shook his head as he nervously laughed. He did not understand why she was so happy about this. It was just a small task that anyone could have done. It was not like it was going to do him any harm. It also felt good to have been useful. Jyushi liked the feeling of being appreciated. He basked in the feeling with a smile.

“It seems it’s time for me to go,” she said, her eyes looking up at the sun that was slowly beginning to peek out from the horizon.

Jyushi looked over at her. He could see the sorrow in her eyes. They looked bittersweet. He wondered why but something else caught his attention instead. Her body looked translucent, the light from the rising sun made her look angelic. She looked nothing like a human would.

“Thank you so much for everything tonight. I can move on thanks to you now. Nobody really ever came around so I didn’t know how long I’d have to wait to finally be able to accomplish my last wish. I just wanted to be remembered one last time… Nobody seemed to care after my funeral,” she looked down bashfully, her fingers fiddling with a necklace out of nerves, “I can’t thank you enough, so please take this as a token of my appreciation.”

She placed the necklace with a closed fanshell in his hands. Jyushi stayed confused on the ground while she stood up. Her eyes closed as her body became more transparent. His eyes widened at how she was slowly disappearing before his eyes. The realization had dawned on him a little too late.

“I hope in my next life, I’ll find someone as kind and cute as you to live for,” she laughed.

He stood up in a panic. He never asked her for her name. He needed to know before she was gone. Was this her grave? Was she here to take care of another person’s grave but could not because she had passed away as well? There were so many questions that swirled around his mind, none of which were able to make it out of his mouth. Tears pooled at the corner of his eyes. Jyushi was overwhelmed by the turn of events.

His arm shot out to grab for her, “What’s your name?”

His limb phased through her. She was barely there anymore. Jyushi was speechless, gasping for air while hoping and praying that she would at least give her name to him before she left for good. The suspense was killing him. He also wanted to thank her for keeping him company. He would have been alone if it was not for her presence.

Her reply was only a tap on the shell necklace she had given him and, then, she was gone. He looked down at the necklace, debating on whether to open it or not. He was broken from his train of thoughts by Kuko and Hitoya who came searching for him.

“Man, you ran so far, Jyushi. What in the world did you think you were doing?” Kuko complained.

“We were worried. Are you hurt?” Hitoya stopped in front of him to take a once over Jyushi, who stood there with sadness in his eyes. His posture was slumped over while his hands clutched tightly to the fanshell.

“What are you holding there?” Kuko looked at the item with confusion. He was sure Jyushi did not have that when they first arrived here. Hitoya glanced over as well to have a look.

Jyushi opened the shell. In the trinket was a photo of a family of four. There stood the lady he met, a pair of older people (whom he assumed was her parents), and someone else who looked around the same age as her. On the other side of the shell was a name. The same one as the tombstone.

“She was the one I was here to exorcise!” Kuko exclaimed, “The villagers here told me about how restless she was and they didn’t know what to do with her. They knew she was supposed to have moved on. She sounded like something was preventing her from passing on from what they were telling me. How did you get this?”

The visual kei singer went on the spiel about his mini adventure with the girl in the photo. How it was a comforting experience and how he wished he could see her again in the future. His second wish, he knew, would not come true any time in the future but he held onto it. Kuko made a face after his explanation, his eyes darting to Hitoya with a knowing look.

Hitoya held his hand up to prevent Kuko from saying anything at all. The monk frowned upon that but allowed him to take care of it instead. He crossed his arms while watching the older man. He thought this was going to be amusing.

“Jyushi… the girl you were with was the one Kuko was assigned to exorcise. The people around this neighborhood knew her and wanted to help put her to rest but they didn’t know how to. So they enlisted Kuko to assist them in bringing her to the afterlife but I guess you did it instead.” Hitoya glanced carefully at Jyushi. He hoped that did not break the boy’s spirit.

It did not. Rather, he was smiling to himself while staring at the necklace. He finally gazed at Hitoya.

“I had a feeling… She felt cold and didn’t touch anything. I wonder why she was able to touch me though,” Jyushi looked at Kuko for an answer.

Kuko shrugged, “Beats me. Wish I could give you a proper answer but I got none.”

“I guess it doesn’t matter anymore,” Jyushi replied, “she’s in a better place now. That’s all I could ask for. Although, I’ll miss her company. I’ve never felt something so comforting before.”

“Yeah, you don’t usually warm up to people quickly,” Hitoya also commented, having noticed how fondly Jyushi was speaking of this person whom he had just met.

The three wrapped up their conversion as they left the scene. Jyushi held the necklace close to him, as it was a memory of the nice moment they spent together. A moment he would never forget.

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hypnomicimagines · 7 months

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please ignore this requests aren’t open, i’ve just seen people ask for the drabble prompts!!! could you do 6 with jiro?

Yamada Jiro:

Tears: What does the character do when they accidentally make you cry.

It was a very unfortunate accident.

Jiro had just been doing what most teenagers his age do, screwing around with his friends, skating on things he shouldn’t be to test his skills, getting yelled at by adults who hopefully didn’t know his brother. He couldn’t help but want to let loose especially after working so hard day in and out; he’d be apologetic later if he had to be but the laughter he shared with his friends made him feel so much lighter. He wasn’t paying attention as much as he should’ve been, not realizing until it was too late that he was speeding toward an innocent civilian.

Of course it had to be you. The person who never spoke to him, who moved like a ghost through the halls, but who always drew his eye. You had only exchanged a few polite greetings and he'd asked you a question once in class just to hear your voice, but Jiro has had a crush on you for longer than he can remember.

It makes this situation that much more mortifying.

You’re sent crashing to the ground in the blink of an eye, the fear causing tears to gather more than any pain. Jiro had managed to direct the skateboard elsewhere and while he couldn’t stop himself from knocking into you, he planted his hands on the ground to brace himself and to stop his own body from crushing you. It brings you eye-to-eye with him so he can see the pain and scared look you’re giving him, your lower lip quivering as you tried to silently get yourself together for the sake of not embarrassing yourself in front of a bunch of rowdy high school boys.

His friends are calling out to him and urging him to just get up and come back to them but he waved them off, thinking it was probably time to head home for the day.

“H-hey…” Jiro rubbed the back of his head, wincing at the friction on his skinned palms, “I didn’t mean to- I mean, I’m sorry that I…”

You’re still sniffling but you nodded at him, looking at his other hand that’s extended to you.

“Did I hurt you? D-Do you need me to-?” He was going to ask if he should get the first-aid kit from his house but there’s a suddenly anxiousness that overcomes him; if he took you home then you’d meet his bratty little brother who would make him look even worse. He’d already ruined his chances of you seeing him as anything other than a bumbling oaf, he didn’t need Saburo to make your impression so bad you’d walk in the opposite direction whenever he approached.

“I’m okay,” You mumbled, wiping the dirt off your own clothes, “Your skateboard… If you don’t get it, it might get ran over.”

Jiro panicked for a moment, rushing to the street to grab his board before it met a fate worse than death; he’d really have a hard time explaining to Ichiro what happened there. Still, he didn’t feel much like riding it anymore, letting it hang uselessly at his side.

“I have to make it up to you somehow, right?” Jiro sighed as he tried to wrack his brain, wondering if it would be rude to ask to ‘phone a friend’ aka call Ichiro to find the best solution. “Uh, I could… Uh, make you lunch?”

“You don’t have to.”

“But I gotta apologize properly…” Jiro sighed again, “Look, I’ll make something extra good. Your lunches for a week, okay? Look forward to it!”

Did he even know how to cook…?

It looked like you were going to find out one way or another.

#Hypmic #Hypnomic #Hypnosis Mic #Hypnosis Microphone #Hypmic Imagines #Hypnomic Imagines #Hypnosis Mic Imagines #Hypnosis Microphone Imagines #Hypnosis Microphone x Reader #Hypnosis Mic x Reader #Hypmic x Reader #Hypnomic x Reader #Yamada Jiro #Jiro Yamada #Yamada Jiro x Reader #Scenario #Drabble Prompts

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neverunnie · 1 year

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a what-if scenario, in which sasara acts against his thinking

this is just a sketch, i might finish it another day

#wip #yk that feeling when ur suppressing ur pain and somebody asks then suddenly the tears come flooding?#i have a feeling that rosho felt this way during the breakup #and i wanted to trigger that potential scenario. if sasara really reached and said something in that moment #i think rosho really wanted that. for sasara to just say anything #i have many thoughts ab the breakup scene #hypmic #rosho tsutsujimori #sasara nurude #hypnosis mic #rosasa #fanart #ron drawings

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belaephemeral · 1 year

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🎵 POV/character spotify playlist masterlist

Hi everyone! Over the past few months I’ve been working on these so I’d like to share some POV/character playlists I’ve made! I’ve included a little drabbles to introduce them and I intended them to be playlists that emulate what it is like to be their significant other or reflect the personality of the specified character.

Feel free to recommend me some music or share playlists of your own! I hope you enjoy both reading and listening to these!

CHARACTERS

GENSHIN IMPACT: Zhongli, Xiao, Yelan, Childe/Ajax, Wanderer, Diluc Ragnivndr, Lisa, Signora, Kaveh.

HONKAI STAR RAIL: Himeko, Kafka.

ENSEMBLE STARS: Arashi Narukami, Tsumugi Aoba.

TWISTED WONDERLAND: Malleus Draconia, Jamil Viper, Rook Hunt.

PARADOX LIVE: GOKULUCK

DANGANRONPA: Byakuya Togami, Nagito Komaeda, Kokichi Ouma, Gonta Gokuhara, Kaito Momota.

FFXV: Ignis Scientia

HYPNOSIS MIC: Ramuda Amemura

POV playlists for Genshin Impact, Ensemble Stars, Twisted Wonderland, Paradox Live, Danganronpa, FFXV, Hypnosis Microphone utc.

I will update this post whenever I make new playlists!

KEY: favourites ❤

Author’s Note: sorry in advance if some of the song choices may not fit the character, I mainly listen to the song and then after that, I ‘feel’ which character it suits. they also tend to be the songs that inspire my oneshots of the character or embody how I perceive them.

GENSHIN IMPACT

ZHONGLI

POV: you're falling in love with the wangsheng funeral parlor's consultant ❤

Genre: kpop/jpop, soft romantic.

Description: the idea of soulmates are part of the many stories you’ve been told by your parents. the concept of this idyllic conditional love is one you’ve yet to expect and frankly, you may be fine never finding a partner with the many people who’ve disappointed you throughout your lifetime. well, that is what you thought before you started sharing lingering, fleeting, and ephemeral glances with the handsome consultant a few doors away from your family’s store. you can’t help but be drawn to his ethereal, almost celestial, beauty when you realise this is the same man you’ve seen in the murky dreams of your childhood. when you reach out to lower his hand and propose to pay for the meal you’ve shared together, instead of reassuring him that you’ll handle the bill, your hand instinctively finds itself in his. you flush and try to laugh it off but you are on the verge of succumbing to a wave of embarrassment as zhongli’s thumb tentatively and tenderly brushes over the back of your hand. slowly, your fingers intertwine. like they were always destined to be there together, like missing puzzle pieces finally fitting together. for once in your life, you feel complete. for once, you feel an overwhelming sensation consume you as the consultant warmly gazes at you with those glowing amber orbs.

(a love letter from a zhongli main)

XIAO

POV: conqueror of demons is infatuated with you.

Genre: kpop/jpop, traditional, slow, melancholic, wistful/yearning, cathartic

Description: your calming, serene presence makes his karmic debt dispel itself from reemerging onto his skin, his worry over hurting you with it dissolving into the recesses of his mind. on the rooftop of wangshu inn, you lean further into his warmth as the cold night breeze bites into your skin. upon seeing the way your shoulders shudder as you shiver, he brings you into his being. the action settles the thoughts racing in his mind and the restless worries that normally cloud his head this time of night. your hand is warm in his and now the only thing he can bring himself to worry about is whether you can feel his heartbeat, thundering in his chest, with the way you're laying against him.

YELAN

POV: you and the valley orchid are more than just "business partners" ❤

Genre: kpop, deep house, r&b, soft romantic, seductive

Description: being of noble birth, you’re starting to get tired of the cushy and constraining life your parents have set out for you. you don’t know how to feel about your betrothed, neither the responsibilities laid out before you in the next coming years. it was unexpected when you encountered the mysterious and enigmatic valley orchid during an evening stroll outside of your estate. what was even more astounding was the suspicious offer she put forward, admitting she’s witnessed the strength you possess during the night prowls you regularly embark on (ones you thought were inconspicuous enough). she offers you a job (of sorts, you aren’t exactly sure how you’re getting paid) to target certain known individuals for the ministry of civil affairs. you’re pretty sure what you’re doing is illegal, but with every rule’s she’s broken in your book, she’s a criminal. one who’s extracted the truth from unfortunate individuals in immoral ways, dirtied her immaculate hands with the blood of the tainted and knows every way to best you. yet another crime on top of those is undeniably stealing your heart. you just hope she doesn’t steal the vestiges of your wavering dignity tonight as she corners you in the depths of your family’s estate. well, it’s not like you mind. you’re starting to lose track of the many firsts she’s taken from you (firsts she definitely doesn’t want your betrothed to take before she does, stimulating her competitive spirit). nevertheless, you desperately hope she takes another with the way she stares you down like your her latest prey under the glow of the moonlight and the intoxicating kiss she presses against your lips, leaving you breathless under her touch.

CHILDE

POV: analysing the enigmatic 11th fatui harbinger, tartaglia

Genre: kpop/jpop, duality, energetic, dark

Description: even within his internal conflict, he longs to bask in your presence like a moth drawn to a flame, a lonely ship guided by a lighthouse, a sunflower leaning towards the sun. but he can’t, he tells himself. he can’t succumb to his selfish desires and pull you into his world of devious activities conducted in the cover of midnight or the pain of ever learning of his true form. he can’t love you because that’s selfish of him. he can’t put you in danger because of what he does day in and day out. because his love burns brightly within his chest, he’s willing to burn his entire existence from your mind so you can forget him. but he’s just ajax - a selfish boy with selfish desires. he can’t help but gravitate to you. he can’t help that he wants you - in more ways than one. so how can he resist when you offer yourself so willingly to someone like him. surely you know the consequences, right? but maybe the risks are the last thing on his mind as he descends into you like a wave crashing onto a shore. drowning you fully in him and his pleasure.

SCARAMOUCHE/WANDERER

POV: traversing the world with your soulmate, wanderer.

Genre: kpop/jpop, a mix of genres (slight duality theme)

Description: you follow wanderer on his travels, witnessing how he navigates the world with his new identity, traverses the planes of his newfound persona, and explores the inner-workings of his being with you by his side. although, at times, that other side of him shows. it’s rare but you do sometimes catch glimpses of the fearsome, manipulative and calculating balladeer resurface from the calm and playful exterior he puts up in front of you and the other people you encounter along your travels. regardless of the different sides he possesses, you’re ready to give up everything for him, sacrifice yourself to give him the life he deserves. you'd even kill. this is something you realise as you both stand over the bodies of your enemies, weapons in hand, residual elemental energy tinkling at your fingertips. By his side, you’ll venture the world together and explore his ever persona, until he finds a version of himself he’s most comfortable.

DILUC RAGNVINDR

POV: celebrating your birthday with your beloved, diluc ragnvindr

Genre: kpop, birthday-themed

Description: in the bustling tavern, the smile that splits across your face aches with how much fun you’re having surrounded by your companions in the warmth of the angel’s share. as per your request, diluc has reserved the entire place to celebrate this joyous occasion with the key figures of the knights of favonius you’ve befriended (and distastefully, he recalls, a certain cavalry captain but let’s not forget the troublesome bard you’ve invited and is indulging in the complimentary bottles of dandelion wine that line the grand table). for once, he feels his lips quirk ever so slightly as your laughter tinkles in his ears and your joy fills him with an unbridled sense of happiness. as the hosts of the party, you both find yourselves behind the bar to refill drinks and place more food platters onto the table. playfully, you bump your hips into his before pressing a chaste kiss against his cheek. you’re flushed by how much fun you’re having and he loves how it looks on you. alongside that, you’re excited to finally go back home to the dawn winery with your beloved to finally open your present. after all he’s wrapped up so nicely in the new outfit he’s commissioned, draped in a rich crimson and adorning silver chains and embellishments. the least you can do to unravel it all. it’s your birthday day after all. anything you says goes, right? even if it was unspoken, he can guess the wish you made as you blew out your candles. he will do everything in his being to make that wish come true and so much more. before fulfilling this however, he’ll spell out his affections for you against your skin. he’ll await your every command tonight. it’s your special day after all, just say the words and he’s all yours.

LISA MINCI

POV: the partner of the knights of favonius' head librarian

Genre: kpop/jpop, soft, romantic, chill, implied wlw

Description: in the comfort of your arms, you and your partner find yourselves lazing on the window seat of your shared abode, basking in the sun that streams across your languid forms and illuminates the woman dozing against your chest. you aren’t used to this slow pace she’s used to. in contrast, your busy lifestyle means you aren’t able to enjoy tranquil, quiet moments like these very often. however, every time you come home to visit your darling, she always makes it a point to drag you into a small cosy nook in your house or the library to have a cat nap with her. she makes it her responsibility for you to relax whenever you’re with her (though you’re aware it’s mainly because she knows this is the only way you’ll condone her constant lethargy). you chuckle at her languor as she nestles herself into you, making sure she’s comfortable against her human pillow. gently, you place a tender kiss against her forehead. you hope that simple gesture blesses her dreams with the way she smiles in her sleep instantly after it. maybe, you think as you surrender to the fatigue that sinks into your body, you could get used to these lazy afternoons with your beloved.

SIGNORA

POV: the crimson witch's faithful lover

Genre: kpop/jpop, orchestral, a mix of different genres (she’s a very complex character)

Description: faithfully, you stand by her side, conquering the world together and witnessing how she makes it bend to her will. you relish every second you spend alongside her. even if she initially stated that you’re only a valuable asset she could not afford to lose, a vessel of great power to assist her in carrying out her grand plans, a partner (in the strictly working sense) to help her achieve the aims given to her by the great tsaritsa, but you know it’s so much more than that. it’s so much more than what you ever thought it could be - if the red marks across your neck and the crimson lip stains that adorn your pulse point are anything to go by. whatever you have with her goes well beyond the working relationship you started of with. it’s because of this ambiguity that you relish in the masqueraded dance you share upon a bloodied battlefield of crystalline flowers, flittering moths, and fallen bodies. although you dutifully serve the tsaritsa, you loyally obey signora’s every word.

KAVEH

POV: the renowned sumeru architect (not so) secretly adores you.

Genre: kpop/jpop, art-themed

Description: pressing a kiss against the nape of his neck, you carefully tug free the silky blond locks secured by the rouge ribbon he’s tied into his hair. you pull away to catch him stir from his abrupt nap atop his work desk once again, murmuring nonsensical mutterings into the arms he’s propped his head on and snuggling into the large sheets of drawings and calculations beneath him. you hope he isn’t drooling onto the plans he’s worked so painstakingly on as you gather his curled form into your arms to carry him into his bedroom. just as you tuck his head into your chest and secure your hold on his lithe frame, you catch a glimpse of kaveh’s personal notebook sprawled onto the table. the little remarks that line the margins of the pages makes you chuckle but you stop to admire the graphite depictions of yourself that litter the next page. planting another kiss onto the crown of his head, you begin to exit the study room. to kaveh, you’re his muse, his inspiration and his purpose. he dreams of capturing your beauty in every medium, he wants to portray your every single feature, which he adores you so much for, and he aspires to paint his undying love into your being. although, the latter is an issue for another night. at least in his dreams, he is able to do the same. perhaps, when he isn’t too busy with his projects, he’ll turn those dreams into reality.

MULTI-CHARACTER

POV: summer vacation at the Golden Apple Archipelago

Genre: kpop/jpop summer playlist

HONKAI STAR RAIL

HIMEKO

POV: you're as beautiful as the day i lost you.

Genre: kpop/jpop, mixed, full of longing/implied reincarnation, implied wlw.

Description: "I'm sure we're about to embark on a fascinating journey together." even in this life, where you've sacrificed your heart and conquered hell, himeko is just as breathtaking as the day you met her, when you exchanged rings, and your last kiss goodbye. it's a shame she doesn't remember you, her wife.

KAFKA

POV: the flourishing romance between you and the infamous stellaron hunter.

Genre: kpop, mixed, pining

Description: to be added.

ENSEMBLE STARS

ARASHI NARUKAMI

POV: walking down the runway with arashi narukami

Genre: kpop/jpop, deep house, r&b

Description: this isn’t your first runway. although it is the first you’ve shared with the renowned model trio of yumenosaki academy. adorning luxurious silks that feel like air against your skin, glittering jewellery that rests against the expanse of your clavicle and line your wrists and fingers, and glamorous cosmetics that enhance your already beguiling features, you glance to the opposite side of the bustling dressing room. your countless years of experience in modelling mean that gliding in heels are no problem for you. but why do the gorgeous electric violet eyes across the room make you trip up? why does the way her mouth curves into a sweet smile instantly draw you to her? why does the playful glint that flashes over her visage make you want to smear the bold rouge painted over her supple lips onto your own? you can’t help but gravitate to her. with the way she lures you in with her spellbinding beauty and competitiveness, it’s not surprising how the silks and jewellery you adorn gradually pool around your intertwined forms. to her, this is another runway in the comforts of her personal room. with all of your experience, you’re determined to put on a show she’ll never forget.

KEITO LECTURE CIRCLE

POV: bibliosmia and the descent of petrichor

Genre: soft kpop study playlist

Description: studying with BIBLION.

TWISTED WONDERLAND

MALLEUS DRACONIA

POV: you're bewitched by the king of the abyss, malleus draconia

Genre: kpop/jpop, PIXY-centric, based on overblot malleus

Description (potentially spoilers for chapter 7): in this capsule of time, where the clock stops ticking, where the world around you is frozen in a state of suspension, where the shadows coagulate into permanent shapes across the cobblestone floor, you realise it is only you and him. surveying the slumbering forms of your companions, the truth of the reality you’re regrettably living in settles deep into your heart. as your body is racked by an overwhelming sense of disbelief, you don’t hear the sharp clack of heels that approach your figure nor the heavy drag of a tail against the floor and grows louder as it nears you. frightfully, you whip around to witness one of your friends, your beloved tsunotaro, grow closer, ever closer to your trembling form. you feebly press your palms into his chest as he leans into you, desperate for some space to comprehend what he’s done, to understand the full extent and gravity of the actions he’s taken. weakly, you resist his advances as he grabs your chin and pulls you into him, trailing ink across your lips and jaw as he does so. at some point, you’ve stopped fighting, you’ve stopped countering his advances, and you’ve stopped yearning for the sweet and gentle tsunotaro you’ve gotten to know over these past few months. at some point, you surrender to him, falling deeper into his depths, allowing him to drown you in his affections and the love he holds, one that’s only for you. as you waltz over the world he’s frozen, you’re slowly starting to indulge in this fantasy he’s created. you’re starting to take pleasure in being his, the lover of the king of the abyss. truly, this isn’t the way you wanted to confess to him but maybe this is what you needed to express your undying devotion to the heir of the briar valley. the thought immediately vanishes as his lips descend onto yours once again, eager to claim you once again tonight. dragons are fiercely protective of their treasure. it’s only right, he thinks whilst marking his name into your skin, that he guards what’s rightfully his.

JAMIL VIPER

POV: whisked away into the tundras by the vice housewarden of scarabia

Genre: kpop/jpop, hip-hop, dance-pop

Description: regardless if he uses his unique magic, he should know how his presence spellbinds you. his gorgeous charcoal eyes are hypnotising, his straightforward and caring nature is enthralling, and the saccharine words he whispers into your ears are the only hypnosis he needs to get you to follow his every command. His every being is electrifying: that much is proven as he slips his hand into yours (his very touch casts a spell on you), brings you closer to him (the spicy perfume that he adorns renders you defenceless), and connects his lips to yours (his very taste is absolutely intoxicating). As you admire him under the vibrant luminance of the fireworks above the both of you, you wouldn’t mind falling into this hypnosis once more. the smile he flashes you makes you make to want to fall once again into his temptations and dive into him fully. the night is young, you remember, you have all the time you’ll ever need to understand the hold he possess over you. for now, you’ll relish in this dazzling display of fireworks with the enchanting male by your side.

ROOK HUNT

POV: they don't deserve you, mon amour.

Genre: kpop/jpop

Description: you deserve so much more, mon trésor. and he’s right. you really do. with the way he tenderly holds onto your hand, how he brings your form into his chest as your own squeezes and shudders with a painful feeling you’ve become accustomed to over these past few days, weeks, months (at this point you’ve stopped counting), you wonder how you could ever desire more. how you could ever want anyone else when he’s by your side, unfailingly your loyal partner, who’s supported to you all this time. that’s why he’s your best friend, your partner-in-crime, your most trusted confidant. maybe that’s all you’ll ever be. but with the way his heart thunders into his chest to the way his eyes briefly flicker to your lips and you do the same in response, perhaps there is still some ground you’ve yet to cover in your relationship with the enigmatic beauty from pomefiore.

(getting over your toxic ex-friends with your confidant rook hunt)

PARADOX LIVE

GOKULUCK

POV: rebelling against the system with 獄Luck (GOKU LUCK)

Genre: kpop hype playlist

Description: setting the world aflame with HANCHO, PITBULL, smoking dog, and anonymous.

DANGANRONPA

BYAKUYA TOGAMI

POV: you detest the ultimate affluent progeny, byakuya togami

Genre: kpop/jpop, rap, hip-hop, dance, money-centric

Description: you hate his guts. you fume at his inherent smugness and that suffocating sense of self-entitlement he prides himself so much on. he’s arrogant, insensitive and conceited. god, the sight of him infuriates you tremendously. wiping it off his face is the only thing on your mind as you grab his pristine collar, and furiously pin him against the wall. but why do you feel utterly powerless as an image flashes before you of those same irritating lapis blue eyes staring into yours with love and a foreign gentleness that looks out of place with the haughty male you’ve understood over the past few weeks. why do you feel absolutely defenceless when he forcefully yanks you forward and presses a kiss against your lips with the passion only a lover could hold?

NAGITO KOMAEDA (spoilers)

POV: you're his ultimate hope.

Genre: kpop/jpop, pop-rock, synth, based on another episode: ultra despair girls nagito komaeda

Description: you’re his ultimate hope. but honestly, who you are you kidding? he's your ultimate hope. you'd do anything for him. you'd sacrifice your soul, surrender yourself wholly to his every whim and you’d willingly let him drown you fully in his despair, just to fulfil his unbridled obsession for hope. the same hope he’s eliminated in this world brimming with hatred, madness and absolute chaos. nevertheless, you'd go to the ends of the world for him. sacrifice every single ounce of humanity you have just for him. because whilst you are his sun, he's your universe, and you'd gladly burn for him.

KOKICHI OUMA (spoilers)

POV: witnessing a commendable performance from the "mastermind"

Genre: kpop/jpop, villaincore

Description: it’s amusing, honestly. how he could possibly think that this elaborate scheme of his would convince anyone - that this “mastermind” lie, this twisted performance was actually plausible. but you know better, you ponder as your eyes bore into his own, swirling with that corrupt despair he claims he’s so familiar with. however, you know so much more than he ever could about this world, about the puppeteer who holds all of your strings. well, you’ll just watch this carefully crafted game of his whilst waiting for it to fall apart like a house of cards. it’s only a matter of time.

GONTA GOKUHARA

POV: the ultimate entomologist melts your heart ❤

Genre: upbeat, romantic, a bit of melancholy

Description: you aren’t one for this mushy love stuff people nowadays seem to obsess over. especially not in this game of life or death. however, you can’t seem to help to stop the way your heart flutters at every adorable action the ultimate entomologist makes, nor the warmth he emanates every time you embrace him (you’ve done it so often he’s started affectionately calling you ‘snuggle bug’). Regardless, you can’t stop the way your walls melt around him or stop fawning over the blinding beam he shoots you. when you grab a handful of his collar and crash your lips against him, you can’t help but think ‘well, who’s the pot calling the kettle black now?’

KAITO MOMOTA (slight spoilers)

POV: the luminary of the stars is your universe

Genre: kpop/jpop, space/universe themed

Description: you abhor the optimism he unfailingly displays, day in day out, rinse and repeat in this absolute hellhole. but, you eventually find that you can’t, not when he’s a brilliant light in this desperate situation, a star in this night sky that seems to want to consume your every being, the unending universe that holds all of you and everyone together in this sick game where lives are nothing but numbers and objects of entertainment. you just wish you could’ve spent longer in the stars with him before the next day came.

FINAL FANTASY VX

IGNIS SCIENTIA

engine revving, hearts roaring (a night drive in the regalia.) ❤

Genre: kpop/jpop, R&B, dark synth, sensual

Description: a night drive in the regalia but you’re not sure if a simple ride is all he desires. not with the way he’s looking at you. truthfully, you're not sure when he fixated those crystalline sea foam orbs on your figure but when you stare back, they darken into pools of oceanic teal, hazed with a grey fog that sinks into the flecks of aquamarine that speckle his bewitching optics. in this moment, he's a predator but, as prey, you don't give in easily - you’ll dance around his elaborate trap before he finally snaps, and makes you his.

HYPNOSIS MICROPHONE

RAMUDA AMEMURA

POV: his smile is downright tooth-rotting

Genre: kpop/jpop, sweets-themed playlist

Description: the sweet flavour of artificial strawberry and sugar of the lollipop he’s recently popped into his mouth invades your senses as he pulls you closer against his mouth. you experimentally lick his bottom lip to taste more of it and you can feel the corners of his mouth curve upwards against his lips. in return, you smile and relish at the way you connect perfectly pressed against each other. you’d take this delectable sweetness over the bitter, metallic taste of cigarettes. oh right, that’s why he’s kissing you, you’ve yet to go on your latest sugar supply run. it seems that he’s slightly pre-occupied - surely he knows at this point you’ll never let you go. oh well, you think as he guides you to the couch of his studio, he knows how to use his cuteness to his advantage. his smiles and his demeanour is downright tooth-rotting - if he keeps up at this rate, it’s bound to give you a cavity at this point. well, you think as your back hits the plush sofa, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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[Cigarette Break]

Synopsis: While skipping classes, you get a nicotine craving and end up dragging your two best friends with you.

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Naughty Busters!Ichiro Yamada x Reader; Naughty Busters!Kuko Harai x Reader

While hanging out with your best friends, the usual nicotine itch that scratched at your throat was kicking back up again, and you were beginning to get antsy as a result. You were pretty vocal about needing a smoke break, and your two skipping buddies were okay with tagging along to the bathroom with you. However, it was usually a trip that you took on your own, so you didn’t quite realize how cramped it would’ve been with two more people in the same stall.

It was awkward to stand in the tiny stall, and the three of you had to figure out quickly how to situate yourselves comfortably for the next handful of minutes till you got your craving satisfied. But with how you three were…

“You’re taking up so much room! Sit your ass down, Ichiro!”

“I’m working on it, Kuko! Ugh, you reek, [Name],” “Fuck you, Ichi!”

…It was a surprise you haven’t gotten caught by the teachers.

With that thought in the back of your head, you had to resist the urge to stomp on Ichiro’s foot, his comment shooting a spike of irritation through your veins. With the way he was sitting on the toilet, Ichiro could easily spread his legs and push you into Kuko, who leaned against the stall door. If that were to happen, you were sure that it would’ve only gotten louder and end up with you guys getting caught. So instead, you just shot the taller boy a glare over your shoulder and tried to get comfortable between nearly straddling Ichiro’s leg and pressing yourself against Kuko’s body.

“It’s too fucking cramped!” The red haired monk hissed next to your ear, his warm breath hitting your neck. Peering over at the shorter boy, your eyes met with his narrowed gold ones, looking a tad annoyed. “Do you have to smoke in here!? Couldn’t we do it outside?”

“And get caught smoking on school grounds? Yeah, right,” You barked out with a huff. “Look I’m cool with skipping, but I’m not trying to get expelled. My mom will beat my ass if I get kicked out now,”

“Yeah, but it’s super uncomfortable. Can’t stretch my legs with you guys in front of me,” Ichiro complained as he let his head lean against the wall behind him. At his words, both you and Kuko craned your head to give him a heated look.

“Not my fault they make the only bathroom with a window have the smallest stall,” You snapped, jerking your head to motion at the window just above your head. With a strangled groan, your eyes darted between your best friends, scrunching up your nose. “Why are you guys complaining? You wanted to be in here with me!”

Hearing your words, the two boys stiffened and darted their gazes away from your scowl. You realized you weren’t going to get any answers from them, making you roll your eyes and take your chance to finally get your smoke break.

You reached into your pocket, took out your pack, and placed a single cigarette between your lips. Letting it dangle for a few seconds, you grabbed your lighter, bringing it to your cigarette, not noticing the two pairs of eyes watching your movements. Upon lighting up the end, you took a deep inhale, holding it for a beat, before releasing it into the window above you, careful to not blow it into your friends’ faces.

Instantly, it felt like that annoying scratch was ebbing away and the tension forming in your chest felt lighter. You couldn’t help the smile that stretched around the cigarette as you continued to inhale the smoke a few more times. Noticing that your usual loud-mouth friends were oddly quiet for once, you took the chance to tilt your head to look at Ichiro.

Said boy was still leaning back in his spot, his hands disappearing into the pockets of his hoodie. Though you don’t miss the way his eyes lingered on your mouth, staring at the cigarette sitting in between your lips. Your eyebrow quirked up in curiosity, taking the stick out of your mouth and extending your arm out to him.

“You wanna try?” You asked, snapping him out of his thoughts. Ichiro blinked a few times, his gaze darting between your cigarette and your eyes. Then his expression scrunched up and his lips pursed into a frown.

“I’m a minor,” He stated simply, earning a deadpan stare from you, seeing as you both were the same age.

“C’mon, you can beat up dudes for money, but you can’t smoke a cig?” You snorted, causing Kuko to snicker softly behind you. The boy’s cheek began to tint red and your eyes instantly took note of the rosy hue. Unable to hold back your smirk, you placed your cigarette back between your lips, speaking with a teasing lilt. “You’re so cute, Ichi,”

You turn back to chuckle with Kuko, causing the eldest brother to thrum with embarrassment. Without a second thought, Ichirou shifts his legs forward. His leg knocks into the back of your knees, making you nearly topple into the monk if his hands didn’t dart out to steady your taller form. His hands rested firmly at your sides while your hands shot out to plant next to Kuko’s head. The impact made the stall walls rattle as you tried to steady yourself.

“Shit, shit, sorry!” You apologized, pushing away from the monk’s personal space once you could. Your expression shifted to a vexed glower, turning to snap at the laughing boy. “Man, Ichi, what the hell!”

Kuko could only watch as you finally stomped on your friend’s foot. Ichiro instantly bit down on his bottom lip to prevent the loud curses from slipping out, and he kneeled over to nurse his hurt foot. Standing over him, you let out another drag from your cigarette, flicking the ashes out the window. You let out a click of your tongue before turning to Kuko, holding out your cigarette.

“What about you, Ku? Wanna try?” Kuko let out a smirk, highly amused how you ignored the daggers Ichiro was sending your way. “I’m a monk. We’re not supposed to indulge in alcohol or drugs,” He shrugged, folding his arms across his chest. You blinked at him with an unimpressed purse of your lips.

“And you’re not supposed to use violence either,” With your free hand, you began counting off other things. “Or hold money. Or swear. Or treat your elders like shit. Or—”

“Shut up!” Kuko rasped out, rolling his eyes at your laughter. He reached his hand out, wiggling his fingers in a ‘come hither’ motion. “Yeah, yeah, I get it. Hand it over,”

You sent him a cheeky grin and placed the cigarette carefully between his fingers. Kuko stared at the object for a few seconds, not quite sure what to do. He had seen you done multiple times, but never actually attempted himself. He tried to recall the motion of going through the actions in his head and decided to try it himself finally.

Bringing the butt of the cigarette to his lips, Kuko took a deep inhale. Instantly, the smoke filled his mouth and it was all he could taste and smell. It’s nearly nauseating and he can feel tears welling up in his eyes. Unable to hold it back anymore, the monk begins hacking, his throat feeling incredibly irritated now.

“This shit fucking burns!” He spat out in between coughs. Even as you reach over to rub his back, the searing sensation in his chest still lingers. “How do you enjoy this crap?!”

“It’s ‘cause you sucked it in too hard, too fast, Ku,” You answered with a small, apologetic smile. You took back your cigarette, bringing it close to your lips. “Let me help you out. When I’m done, just hold onto your breath for a sec, okay?”

Kuko nodded slowly, unsure of what you were planning. His gold eyes darted to Ichiro behind you, who peered around your body with a curious stare. But the monk’s attention was taken back to you as your free hand cupped his chin. You gave him a sweet smile and took a light drag of your cigarette.

Then suddenly, your lips were on him.

Kuko’s mind went instantly blank, never having felt someone’s lips on his own until now. But he vaguely felt your tongue pushing against his mouth and he unconsciously parted his lips. Then the familiar sensation of smoke filled his mouth, and that’s when he recalled your words.

You pulled away from the monk, watching Kuko follow your instructions. His chest stopped moving and he didn’t look as uncomfortable as he did just a few moments prior.

“Breathe in normally, then exhale,” You commanded. Kuko did as he was told, and, slowly, white smoke left his lips in light wisps. You grinned widely, patting your friend’s cheek. “Good boy. Better now?”

“Shit still hurts,” He muttered with his chest still burning and his heart hammering against his ribcage.

“Yeah, well you get used to it after a while,” You mused as you gave him back his space. You turned back to look at your other friend, noticing his tinted cheeks and gaping mouth. His eyes were lingering back on your lips, blatantly staring.

“Wanna try, Ichi?” Ichiro jumped at your voice, pressing his lips together. Your tongue slipped out to lick your bottom lip, amused that his gaze honed in on the action. You waved the small remaining bit of your cigarette, gesturing towards him. “I can do the same to you,”

“I’m a minor…” Ichiro mumbled, his heterochromatic eyes darting anywhere but you and Kuko. You chuckled at his words, trying to muffle the sound with your hand. Even as you did your best to silence the noise, the sound still came out nice to the two within range and they couldn’t help but join in on the laughter. Looking back at this memory in the future, you wished you could relive these small, much simpler times with both of your friends.

But you know you might never get that chance again.

#Hypnosis Mic #Hypmic #Ichiro Yamada #Kuko Harai #Ichiro Yamada x Reader #Kuko Harai x Reader #Hypmic x Reader #Hypnosis Mic x Reader #Scenario #Khunwriting

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akihabara-division03 · 8 months

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When They Go On A Road-trip

@minato-division03 @toyama-division @suginami-division @nug-chuohku @edogawa-division @shizuokadivision @katsushika-division @saitama-division @shinagawa-division @kobedivision @kanazawa-division @taito-division @okinawa-division @hakodate-division @uenodivision @aoyama-division @sapporo-division @naha-division @kyoto-division @miyazaki-division @sagadivision @takatsuki-division

#hypnosis mic #hypnosis mic oc #hypmic #hypmic oc #hypnosis mic arb #hypmic arb #OC scenarios

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seangelfish · 9 months

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HYPNOSIS MIC MASTERLIST

Angst, fluff, headcanons, NSFW

✦ = general/platonic, ♥︎ = romantic

BUSTER BROS!!!

✦ Buster Bros w/ a younger sister

Ichiro Yamada

♥︎ Relationship headcanons

♥︎ How they would please their partner (18+)

Jiro Yamada

Saburo Yamada

MAD TRIGGER CREW

Samatoki Aohitsugi

✦ Samatoki w/ a younger sister

Jyuto Iruma

Rio Mason Busujima

FLING POSSE

Ramuda Amemura

♥︎ Matching keychains

Gentaro Yumeno

Dice Arisugawa

MATENRO

Jakurai Jinguji

♥︎ How they would please their partner (18+)

Hifumi Izanami

Doppo Kannonzaka

BAD ASS TEMPLE

Kuko Harai

♥︎ How they would please their partner (18+)

Jyushi Aimono

♥︎ Showing each other's plushies

Hitoya Amagumi

DOTSUITARE HOMPO

Sasara Nurude

Rosho Tsutsujimori

Rei Ayamado

Sorry, not writing for Rei as I probably won't know how to! Thanks for understanding.

#hypmic #hypnosis mic #hypmic x reader #hypnosis mic x reader #hypmic masterlist #hypnosis mic masterlist #x reader fanfics #fanfics #fanfic #angst #fluff #scenarios

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pillow-anime-talk · 8 months

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3. “Are we gonna fight? Like fist to fist or rather... lips to lips?”- samatoki🍭

# tags: scenario; enemies/?; light romance; a bit of comedy, i guess; maybe fluff; rapper!reader; rap battle; girls power; i love girls; teasing; gender discrimination, difficult childhood, superiority over others (in the lyrics); sfw

includes: female reader ft. samatoki aohitsugi {hypmic}

3. “Are we gonna fight? Like fist to fist or rather... lips to lips?”

You, Nikki and Yume ran onto the stage with white microphones in your hands. Your serious expressions described your immense confidence and sense of victory. You were ready for anything, but definitely not for failure that evening. Several groups have already performed before you, including i.a. Buster Bros!!! and MAD TRIGGER CREW. Their performances were good, full of emotions and at a high level. Still, it wasn’t what the audience expected. Surely three brothers and three friends raised the level of today’s performances, the fans wanted even more. Everyone needed a fire on stage.

The song was started by the youngest of you – Yume – who immediately started a personal attack towards all the rappers gathered inside the building. She touched on the sexualization of women in rap tracks, as well as injustice in modern times. Her lines have always been the most moving and always loved by female audiences (Yume was generally very popular with girls and women). You moved your head slightly at the sound of her words hitting the beat perfectly; blonde girl almost blew up the stage. Nikki was next.

She was your younger cousin on your father’s side. She was passionate not only in music, but above all in dancing, which is why she rocked slightly during rap, moving her hips and hands. While her body expressed pure playfulness, her voice seemed genuinely sweet. But don’t let that cute tone of voice fool you. Her rap parts were always the most aggressive and full of references to the past, to the injustice of the world, to hatred towards others and the government’s decisions on teenagers’ lives. Everything based on her own experiences surrounded by a sense of fear and uncertainty about the slowly coming future.

And then it’s time for you; leader, composer, the greatest mental support of the trio. Your parts have never been marked by emotions or sad memories. You focused more on yourself and your girls; praise, boasting, showing your dominance on stage was your most important goal and your best weapon. Offending people? Yeah, why not. Talking negatively about everything? Sure, you don’t care about other people’s feelings. Supporting your own group and showing the three of you as the best crew? Of course, that’s what you’re for. It was your role, your way of expressing yourself. People loved your confidence, your determination and superiority over others. No woman ever thought of gossiping about you, and no man has been able to speak negatively or about you and your girls – people respected you and sometimes feared you.

Your performance ended with the loudest applause and cheers. And it couldn’t be otherwise, and everyone knew it… Even if their fists were clenched as tightly as possible.

{ ･ﾟ✧ }

With sunglasses on, you left the dressing room with your friends and rolled your eyes at the sight of one of your opponents.

“... Aohitsugi, long time no see. How do you feel after losing?” You giggled, nodding to Nikki and Yume. Two girls smirked and then left the huge hall. You were planning to go to the grill bar and drink something.

“You were good, but you can do it better next time.” He replied in a low tone, his tiger eyes looking at your figure.

“If I showed more you would get depressed. I prefer to spare your fragile psyche.”

“Shut up, Y/N.”

Your relation was… quite specific. You’ve known each other for years and even grew up in the same neighborhood. You were also in the same class in elementary and high school, but then your paths parted. For several years you have been meeting during street performances or rap battles organized in the city. You liked him, but nothing else. He was, after all, another pawn to knock down.

“Ouu, so scary, Mr. Hardcore.” You bit your lip between your teeth, then rested one hand on your hip. “Are we gonna fight? Like fist to fist or rather… lips to lips?” Samatoki sighed, crossing his arms. “Of course, I mean our microphones.” You liked teasing him and you knew perfectly well that he had a soft spot for you. After all, everyone in this world had a soft spot for your person.

So why not have more fun? Especially if we’re talking about Samatoki?

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discotenny · 4 months

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High and Mighty

hii!! if you take hypmic requests, may I request a of Jakurai falling in love with his friend, who is temporarily having her live with him? they have been through a lot while he helped her with a family tragedy and now, one morning the moment just felt right and they kiss?

something in Jakurai's perspective about how much he loves her and wants to see her smile more again... I don't know... if this is demanding or too much context or you don't want to do it for other reasons i understand 💗 life is just a little dark right now and wanting some light 💖 have wonderful day 💗 ~ anon

Jakurai Jinguji x Fem!Reader <2k words, angst to fluff, a lot of self loathing, like a lot a lot, panic attacks>

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“What about being human gives you the right to be all high and mighty?!”

A long time in the past, Ramuda had said that to him. He was a different person then, they both were.

So why was that question the only thing ringing in his mind right now?

You were cooking him breakfast, insisting that it was the least you could do to help him out after he let you stay with him.

But did he deserve it?

This help, this kindness, this care. Someone like him isn't supposed to get things like these. Someone who's selfish. Who's hurt so many people and let so many more get hurt in his wake. Doing things for himself, doing things for others- that was his atonement.

That was what he dedicated to himself to every day.

He’s been on edge ever since you’ve moved in. Even little things like making breakfast seeped into that mindset of his. But, you, as stubborn and as kind as ever- still insisted on doing this small task for him.

"You just can't sit still can't you- Jakurai?" You said to him after he carried all the ingredients for you out of his pantry. Even after you told him it was fine, even after he turned on the stove after you said it was alright, even after he insisted that he could cook just in case you were feeling tired.

Eventually, you dragged him out of his own kitchen and sat him in front of the TV so he wouldn't butt in anymore.

There's a familiar guilt that comes on the side of his freshly made pancakes.

"Is there something wrong with the food? Ah, I knew I shouldn't have added that extra spoon of vanilla..." You probably noticed the downtrodden expression on his face and the guilt worsens at your concern.

"No- there's nothing wrong-" a lie, of course.

"Are you sure? You look a little off- sorry if that's rude haha." Again, the guilt sinks deeper and deeper into his gut.

"Please forgive me, I'm just tired," a calm smile seems to be enough to ward off most of your concern but there's still a palpable sense of worry in your small frown. "The pancakes are perfect."

"I told you I was good at cooking! You should just let me cook for you until I leave, it'd be much less stressful for you to handle." There's a sparkle in your eyes that makes him feel sick. He doesn't say anything more than a chuckle to that. The thought of saying what he truly feels makes him disgusted with himself.

Because a person like him doesn't deserve this. Someone who tries to be all high and mighty to make up for his lowest points. He especially doesn't deserve this from someone like you- who has gone through so much in the past and is currently going through so much more. He barely deserves your friendship and it makes him sick to think that he could have anymore than that.

But he does want more. And that acknowledgement terrifies him.

Breakfast devolves into silence as neither of you look up from your plates.

Jakurai ruins it again.

The darkness of his bedroom is one of the only spaces Jakurai allows himself to think upon his deepest feelings.

The checkerboard ceiling shifts in and out of a single color gray lines and masses. The more he stares, the more the thought of you marinates in his mind.

Rationally, he knows that the love he feels for you has to be separated from the hatred he feels for himself. Rationally, he knows he’s being irrational about the way he approaches his feelings. But he just can’t stop.

He wonders if all his self inflicted retribution has made him a better man yet. He wonders if he confessed to you- would you accept him, all of him? After everything he’s been through, the trauma of his time in the war, the sins he’s committed in the past, is he really worthy of standing by your side?

Jakurai’s gaze shifts toward the small peek of moonlight let out from his curtains. Clouds that drift through the sky cause shadows to manifest, and his eyes drift to make up shapes from their leftovers.

He hasn't seen you smile since the incident. Since you asked him to move in with him for your own safety and well being. He wonders if part of your reason for not smiling is because of him.

Jakurai feels selfish when he looks at you. Because he is selfish.

Selfish in the way he desires nothing more than to hold you in his arms. Selfish in the fluster of his cheeks when you look him in the eyes. Selfish in the warmth of his heart when he just thinks of you. Selfish in his feelings. Selfish in his love.

Jakurai closes his eyes, the bleak ceiling turning a boring sight to look at. With a sigh of regret and self contemplation, he turns in his sheets and his mind closes for the night.

When he awakes he can already hear you getting busy in the kitchen. There’s a small smile at the considerate act, and he allows himself to feel loved for just a small moment.

Jakura leaves his room, turning the lights on absentmindedly. His thoughts are elsewhere, barely able to contain all the feelings bubbling up in his stomach. Guilt, fluster, shame, softness, disgust with himself, love for you.

You're cooking him breakfast, again. He's desperate to help you, again.

“Eep!” You jump at his appearance behind you, something that makes him frown despite the lightheartedness of the event. You playfully smack him in the chest, a smile in your eyes but not on your face, and chide him for his sneakiness. “Are you trying to kill me, Jakurai?”

It’s stupid, so, so stupid for such a playful remark to rip his soul out of him. It’s horrible how the sparkle in your eyes is able to pull the trigger snapping such a tight line between his self pitying insides and his calm front to you.

He leaves the room with only a (clearly) fake laugh at your remark and a short, “I’m sorry.” A hand holds itself over his mouth and Jakurai has to stop himself from stumbling into the bathroom and throwing up. He makes his way to his bedroom, the only place he could see as his personal sanctuary.

In the back of his mind he knows you’re calling out to him in concern. He can’t tell if the footsteps that echo in his ears are yours or his.

He falls to the floor, onto the faux fluffy carpet below the foot of his bed. Due to his height, as he looks down Jakurai feels he’s a million feet off the ground. His head spins so he chooses to look up, turning around so his back is against his footboard.

The ceiling of last night, the mashup of different grays and bleakness is now a blinding white. Jakurai can feel his eyes dilating, unable to remove his gaze from the painful image of light not present before.

Jakurai knows he’s alone, yet that doesn’t stop the flood of thoughts taking the form of individuals from his past, speaking words he’d rather forget entirely.

“I don’t need your holier than thou attitude, why don’t you just leave me alone?”

“You think you can save everyone? But can you even save anyone?”

“Stop it with your looks of pity, as if you know what I’m going through-”

“What about being human gives you the right to be so high and mighty?!”

His mind screams. His cheeks are hot, his hands feel cold. His feet feel the plush of the carpet while his head falls back to nothing. His eyes are forced to gaze upon light in which he desperately wants to run away from, his hands follow something, anything to latch onto. Jakurai’s entire being fills with conflicting stimuli and a million thoughts spreading all over.

And all of a sudden, the white of the ceiling turns off and it’s replaced by the stark gray he remembers it to be. He finally tears his eyes away from the ceiling, just in time to see you plant yourself in front of him in a hurry.

“Hey, hey,” you put your hand out to him, careful not to touch him as to add more to his senses. “It’s gonna be okay, alright? You’re fine, it’s all fine.”

Just looking at you is just enough for Jakurai to steady his breathing. He didn’t even know his respiration had reached such a shaky state, but the more he stared the more he calmed, with only small hiccups interrupting in uncertain beats.

“Just focus on me okay? Not on anything else, it’s gonna be alright. You’re here, it’s alright,” Your words bring a certain comfort he’s unfamiliar with feeling.

“Can I touch you?” You ask in such a soft manner, not moving until he nods. Shifting forward, your hand moves a strand of long hair out of his eyes. “There, that’s better,” you smile.

Like a shining light, comforting, not blinding, your smile wills him down to earth. Your hand stays on his cheek, a finger rubbing slightly in a repeated pattern.

“You don’t have to tell me what happened, but I want you to know I’m here for you, Jakurai.”

“I…” he starts out, knowing he doesn’t have to say anything but feeling he has to. “I care for you… so, so much.”

You stare at him, the sparkle in your eyes that made him feel so much overwhelming guilt now urges him to continue. “I’m sorry, I know that it’s selfish of me to be acting this way, especially after…”

“No, it’s not selfish,” you interrupt him before he can continue down a self deprecating path once more. “Just because I went through something doesn’t mean you have to ignore yourself. I care about you too, you know?”

“That’s- I mean-” Jakurai could feel himself tense, a confession on the tip of his tongue yet a ball in his throat.

“I know what you mean,” you laugh.

“You what?” Your laugh, your wonderful laugh and wonderful smile shock him.

“You can be really, really obvious sometimes, Jakurai…” Your hand moves to cup his cheek completely. “I asked Hifumi about it yesterday. He was so excited he gave away everything.”

“So you…” He braces himself for rejection, and can’t help the frown that comes to his face.

“I feel the exact same way.”

There’s a hefty sigh that leaves him, wavering a line between relief and hope. A shaky smile finds itself on his face, Jakurai wanting to meet the joy that’s on yours.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Wh-what?!”

Despite his surprise, Jakurai finds there’s not much resistance to the question.

“AH! I’m sorry, I don’t know what that was,” your face turns to fluster, not even realizing you asked such a thing. “I’m so sorry, that was totally, totally inappropriate to ask right-”

Jakurai captures your lips in a sudden, welcomed response. It’s soft, gentle, everything you associate with him and his behavior. It’s also quick, leaving just as soon as it comes.

He looks into your eyes, partially in a daze from finally being able to act upon his tortuous feelings. “I-” He starts, shocked at his blatant display of sudden affection.

“Kiss me again, please,” you say, holding his cheeks and pulling him closer.

The sound of his lankiness quickly moving across the carpet makes you giggle, but the lovestruck look in his eyes makes you swoon. His arms find their way around you, a smile on his face as he leans in.

The only thought in his mind, aside how happy he was, is that you were just so pretty up close.

The feeling in his chest is familiar in the sense that it’s been locked away all this time. Forcibly pushed down so other, seemingly more important values could take center stage in his heart. But right then, with your lips on his in a symphony of passion and movements, love takes his heart in full.

When he pulls away, an even wider smile spreads upon his blushed face. In your own flushed state you have half the mind to consider teasing him for his unusual forwardness- but the absolute joy in his expression is too innocent for you to tease.

After all, he was just happy to finally be yours.

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AAAAA ITS DONE ITS DONE ITS DONE !!!

This is probably one of (if not THE) first request I got since my reboot. I’m glad to have finally fulfilled it, I really hope you enjoyed 🫶🫶🫶

Jakurai I admit isn’t my favorite hypmic chara of all time (Sasara supreme) but I admit I did enjoy writing this !! I hope I did him justice !!!

Have a wonderful day 🫶‼️🙌

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hypmic-writings · 2 years

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all i want... all i ask for... ichiro and his s/o debating over whether they'll get a dog or a cat because i'm a FIRM believer that he's a dog person and i think it would be funny <3

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Pairing: Ichiro Yamada x reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

Word Count: 788

A/N: This one was so cute to do and I totally agree that he would be a dog person! I love dogs and I really want to foster in the autumn so fingers crossed. Hope you enjoy~

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You shifted slightly on the couch, your head resting firmly on Ichiro’s shoulder as you scrolled through your phone intensely. His arm was wrapped around your shoulder, holding you close to him and you could feel his head rest slightly against yours as he looked down at the screen in your hands.

“This is insane, how are we supposed to just choose one?” you said with a huff. The small Pomeranian on the screen stared back at you with big eyes and you felt your heart melt instantly. “Look at this one, he’s smiling!” you cooed.

“Damn, that’s the cutest dog we’ve seen so far,” Ichiro agreed, taking a sip of his drink before nudging you. “Go back to the Labrador, I want to see which one I like more,” he urged.

“It’s crazy that there are so many beautiful dogs like this in the kennel,” you mused sadly, swiping through your phone.

You and Ichiro had been seated for the better part of an hour scrolling through local shelters and kennels and seeing all of the pets they had available. You had been dating for almost a year now, and you decided it was as good of a time as any to start looking for a fluffy companion. Ichiro instantly agreed to have a pet and the two of you began looking immediately.

“Oh cute, they have cats on here too!” you suddenly exclaimed, clicking the ‘kitten’ option and instantly seeing pictures of adorable baby cats.

“What? No, go back to the puppies,” Ichiro said, practically sighing with impatience. You feigned a gasp as you looked up to your boyfriend.

“Don’t be mean to the kitties, they’re adorable!” you exclaimed, shoving the phone towards him as a small black and white kitten stared helplessly back at him.

“Yea, they’re cute, but a cat’s never gonna be as good of a pet as a dog,” Ichiro declared. His words made you pause as you pulled away to look at him.

“Of course they can! Cats are just as good of pets as dogs are!” you said, chuckling a bit. You could hear the seriousness in Ichiro’s voice, and you thought it was rather funny that he felt so passionately about cats and dogs.

“As if! All they do is hide from you and scratch up everything you own,” Ichiro grumbled with a frown.

“Sounds like you’ve just had some bad interactions with specific cats. You know most cats are adorable and attached to their owners, right?” you teased, poking his arm.

“No, all they do is throw up hairballs! You can’t walk them or teach them tricks or anything,” Ichiro argued back, pulling his arm away from you so he could excitedly talk. You chuckled and shook your head.

“Not true, my friend taught her cat ‘sit’ and ‘paw’, and she takes it out for walks all the time! Besides, they’re so self-sufficient it’s really amazing,” you said, a smile rising to your lips.

“Well…that’s just one example, other cats aren’t like that,” Ichiro whined, almost kicking his legs in a childlike manner, making you laugh.

“I think cats are cute!” you continued to tease him.

“No, cats are stupid and we’re getting a dog!” Ichiro demanded, stealing the phone from your hands and scrolling back to the ‘puppies’ section. You couldn’t stop the laughter from roaring out of your chest at your boyfriend’s cute outburst but Ichiro only glared at you, making you shake your head.

“You’re so cute when you’re passionate about dogs,” you sighed, wiping away a tear from your eye.

“Don’t be mean, Y/N, you know I’ve always wanted a puppy,” Ichiro grumbled as he stared back down at the phone. You moved back into him and happily nodded, kissing his cheek reassuringly.

“Don’t worry, babe, we can get a dog,” you told him. “…and then maybe a kitten in a few months so the puppy can have a pet,” you suggested, jokingly.

To your surprise, Ichiro paused and took a moment to consider your words. You looked at him with raised eyebrows and as he slowly turned towards you, you could see his face was twisted in concentration.

“Hmm…” he hummed. “You know what? Getting a pet for our pet actually sounds like a good idea. Maybe the dog can take care of the cat so that we don’t have to,” Ichiro chuckled with a resolved nod. You smiled and rolled your eyes before snagging your phone back and getting comfortable once more on the couch.

“I don’t think that’s how it works, but I like the idea of multiple pets,” you told him. Ichiro beamed.

“Well, if that’s the case, then let’s get TWO puppies!” he exclaimed with a grin.

“Ichiro, no!”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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hebimoonlightwrites · 9 months

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Hi again 🩷 Could you do Ichiro hypmic 🎉 with f!mc? Tysm🩷

Writer's corner: Hey, sweetheart! Of course I could do it! Still so sorry for being this late, but it's still summer so I hope you'll be able to enjoy what I've written for you! I've developed it as a scenario. I hope it's okay for you! If it's not, please, let me know so I can fix it for you! Thank you for requesting! ❤️Enjoy the amazing summer~!

mc's pronouns: SHE/HER

Warnings: mention of alcohol for +18!, but sfw and wholesome

☀️𝐈𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨☀️ 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲

🎉: summer party with them and they get drunk (R)

☀️Actually Ichiro is not the type of guy drinking alcohol. We all know he would prefer to spend a party drinking coca-cola instead of enjoying beer, wine, champagne or every kind of alcoholic drinks.

☀️And, well.. mc knew it too until she found herself at a summer party at the beach with him. The party was chill and it was going pretty fine. She had met tons of new people and potential friends while enjoying chats and drinks with them. The party was set at the beach and it was evening. All the people were wearing swimsuits and fresh dresses or clothing, nothing too fancy but comfortable, as most of them were wearing sandals of flip-flops on the sand. There was a bonfire with people sitting around chatting and there was even a small kiosk selling drinks or even fresh fruit juices. There was even music playing in the background while some people were trying to spread positivity, dancing on the sand. Everything was so wholesome and Ichiro had insisted so much to bring mc there with him! It was evident he wanted it to be a date. And she could see Ichiro having fun as well, drinking coca-cola and even tasting some alcoholic drinks as well, thing that surprised mc, actually. She could notice how his sparkling and gentle eyes were usually looking at her, as for checking if she was doing fine or needed anything. She could only smile at him to reassure him that, yes, she was enjoying the party and everything was doing well.

☀️However it didn't pass much time until mc didn't see Ichiro around anymore. She was chatting with the people she had met at the party when suddenly one of them said: "Where is Ichiro?". That's when mc immediately got her expression changed into a worried and serious one, as she walked away from that group, wanting to look for that guy with heterochromia in his eyes. Mc's hand was still holding a glass still full of her favourite drink when she noticed him dancing around, clearly drunk. His cheeks were all red and his sparkling eyes were glowing even more due to his drunk state. His body was moving in random and slightly funny dancing movements. His black short hair was following his head's moves and, occasionally, even the gentle breeze of the nearby sea, as mc's worried eyes were fixed on him. All the people were amused and were laughing. Mc couldn't stand him being at the center of everyone's attention; not like that!! Ichiro deserved to be appreciated for his actual skills and rap abilities, not for his random drunk dancing state!

☀️That's why she immediately got closer and, wrapping an arm around his one, mc managed to bring him away from there. She got some water at the kiosk and brought him away of everyone's attention. His cheeks blushed even more as his green and red eyes were fixed on her in a lovingly and unusually shy look. Mc could see something different in his eyes as they both sat next to each other and she gave him some water to help him sober down. Ichiro didn't manage to get the water that he immediately bowed down and vomited behind a rock. Of course mc helped him, holding his forehead with her gentle hands, while comforting him. She even gave him some water so he could get rid of the vomit of his mouth after that. She looked at him worried, while his eyes met hers in shyness. Ichiro suddenly spoke in a whisper, still being quite drunk: "Sorry about that, mc.. You probably now think that I'm a stupid alcoholist or something like that, huh..?". Mc couldn't help but blushed as in a few seconds his head laid on her shoulder and a soft snore could be heard. Ichiro was becoming clingier as he snuggled on her chest: "I messed everything up with you, mc.. I'm so sorry... I haven't even told you about my feelings for you..". Mc could hear from his voice that he was still drunk while whispering, his head was laid on her shoulder and one of his hand was caressing her chin, while the other one was holding the bottle of water. His eyes were slightly closed, but a sparkle from his irids could still be seen, as his lips brushed against mc's chin and her left cheek. A soft and low whisper reached her ear just like the sea breeze touched her hair:

"Is it too late for me to tell you that I love you...?"

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stories2you · 2 years

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My second HypMic fic that I wrote about a month ago. I decided to change the name of Jakurai's kid to match the connection of Matenrou's name.

Setsuna - a moment; an instant (split second)

Pairing: Jakurai x deceased!wife reader

Genre: Angst,, fluff

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A thirty-three year old man clad in a military outfit was greeted by the helpers of the mansion. He was partially covered in blood, his long hair tied into a low ponytail.

He entered his room, the room he used to share with his deceased wife. He was greeted by two children, a little boy and a little girl.

The young boy greeted his father as he stuttered, "Welcome home, father."

The man sighed and kneeled to the siblings' heights, he placed a hand on his son's head, "Don't be too formal. You can still call me dad."

The boy smiled at him but his smile faded when his little sister whimpered in fear. The little girl had big tears in her blue eyes that were threatening to fall.

The children's father tried to comfort her but she wailed, "Go away! You're a monster!"

She broke free from her brother's hand and ran away to her room in tears. The look on the man's face was unreadable, but the boy knew that his father was heartbroken. The boy placed his small hands on his father's shoulders as he smiled,

"It's okay, dad. Setsuna will be okay. I'll talk to her."

The man looked to his son endearingly, "Thank you, Junji. But I'll talk to her on my own. You should rest, you've been waiting for me since morning, haven't you?"

The boy, Junji, nodded his head. But before he left, he told his father what happened when the man was away, "Dad, Ramuda-san came again. He… Told Setsuna that you kill people. That's why she acted that way."

Jakurai's blue eyes widened in anger. That pink head would do anything to harm his family. He had put his adoptive son into a coma after using the true hypnosis mic on him. Now he's coming after his own children.

After putting Junji to bed, he went to his daughter's room. He heard sobs and whimpers coming from her room. Jakurai opened the door to her room and saw her laying down on her stomach as she cried into her pillow.

Jakurai took silent steps towards his daughter and sat on her bed. Setsuna turned around and saw her father. Once again, she started crying.

"Go away!"

The man took her into his arms. Her small hits on his chest didn't make him budge. Jakurai held his daughter tightly in his arms, a hand on the back of her head as he whispered comforting words and apology.

"I'm sorry, darling. I didn't mean to scare you. Please forgive me."

Setsuna's cries slowly stopped and she finally took a glance at her father. His handsome face framed by his long hair, tiredness and exhaustion was visible. The five year old child finally wrapped her small arms around him,

"I'm sorry, papa…"

Setsuna started crying again, this time, relief that it was indeed her father. She cried herself to sleep, but the grip on Jakurai's uniform was still tight. The man’s mind was filled with anger, he wanted to get back at Ramuda but he knew if he acted recklessly, Chuuouku would take advantage and take his little girl away.

-timeskip, 2 years later (anime canon time)-

Jakurai, now thirty-five years old, was busy as ever. The number of patients to treat, surgeries to attend to, reports and others. It took most of his time away from his children. Despite this, he had met an interesting duo, Hifumi and Doppo.

The trio then formed Matenrou upon the announcement of the rap battle. Besides, the duo helped him look after his children. Hifumi would be the one picking them up from school, Doppo would accompany them until Jakurai comes to bring them home.

But today, a little surprise approached him at work. Two young children, ages ten and seven years old, were peeking through his office door.

The doctor smiled and gestured to them to enter, “Come in, Junji, Setsuna.”

The siblings went inside and sat on the chairs provided. Jakurai kneeled to look into their eyes. With a warm smile on his face, he asked, “What brings the two of you here? Does Hifumi-kun know that you’re here?”

“Setsuna isn’t feeling well, so Rosho-sensei brought us here. The school doctor isn’t around for a few days so he had no choice. Hifumi-san knew about this too.” Junji explained.

Jakurai nodded and didn’t waste any time and started to check on his daughter. The little girl was relieved that the nurses actually recognised her and her brother. And they were pretty much lucky that the man was actually on his break.

“Hmm… another cold…” Jakurai frowned. He felt frustrated that he didn’t notice it earlier. “I’m sorry for not noticing it earlier, dear.” He placed a warm hand on her head.

Setsuna catches colds easily because of stress and loneliness. Despite her brother always being there for her, she still craves her father’s presence. Even as a young child, she still tries to understand why papa isn’t always at home.

The little girl shook her head, “It’s okay, papa. I didn’t want to disturb you…”

Jakurai sighed and pulled his children into his arms, “Don’t you both ever say that. You both were never a bother to me. I promised your mother that I’ll always protect you.”

The children snuggled into their father’s arms, giving him the answer that they were happy. A moment later, Jakurai decided to let Setsuna rest at home for three days and he himself decided to take the days off to take care of her.

-timeskip-

“But doctor! We need your help!” another doctor begged Jakurai not to take leave from work.

“My daughter needs someone to take care of her. I can’t have my son to do so,” The long haired doctor stated firmly.

His colleague knew that he couldn’t win against him so he just turned away. Jakurai then picked up Setsuna in his arms and held Junji’s hand, “Let’s go home.”

The nurses surrounding the hallway cooed at the doctor with his children. Jakurai was listening happily to his son as the boy told him about what he did in school. Setsuna remained quiet but she smiled as she enjoyed listening to her brother talking.

At home, the family of three spent the day together after some time. Jakurai had his children attached to his sides as usual when Setsuna asked him a question he had expected to come,

“Papa, how did you and mama meet?”

The man smiled and he recalled the nostalgic memory. His wife was his childhood friend, along with Hitoya. The trio stuck together from elementary to high school when they decided to go on their separate ways to pursue their favored majors.

Jakurai and his late wife became a couple when he was in his freshman year in university, and she was a third year high school student. His dear wife was a year younger than him and Hitoya. It was his best friend that pressured him into confessing to her.

“Come on, man! You’d better go after her! What if someone else takes her away?” Hitoya pressured.

Jakurai sighed and avoided his best friend for the day. The next day, he confessed to his then girlfriend. It indeed surprised his best friend, but nonetheless the lawyer student was happy for them.

Little the new couple knew, their parents had already arranged marriage for the two of them to get married in the near future.

During the family meetings with both the Jinguji and Yae families, the couple were indeed surprised by this decision. Jakurai, being the direct person he is, revealed to the families that they had been together for a few months. This made their families relieved and the couple married with love in their hearts.

Soon after, the two got married. Jakurai was twenty-four and his late wife was twenty-three. Hitoya was in deep tears upon seeing his friends getting married, his then fiancee had to comfort him while congratulating the newly wed couple.

Jakurai and his wife had a lovely marriage. She was understanding of his role as a war doctor, an assassin, and a soldier. She was supportive of his decisions of being a regular doctor after the war.

After two years of marriage, Jakurai’s wife surprised him with her pregnancy with their first child. Excitement and happiness couldn’t be hidden in his eyes. He hugged and thanked his wife for giving him the best gift in his life.

Being an assassin was heavy for him. With having a child and repenting from his deeds by helping people, he hoped for the best for his unborn child.

“I was happy. Very happy, when I got to know that I’m having my own children. Your mother was the happiest. On the days when the two of you came to this world, your mother didn’t want to let you go. She held you both in her arms, whispering how much she loves you.” Jakurai recalled the days of both Junji’s and Setsuna’s arrival.

“I love you, my boy.” “I love you, my baby girl.”

“Mama loves you both so much.”

The words he recalled made him feel even more nostalgic. The smiles on his wife’s and children’s faces. Jakurai held the siblings closer to him. He promised his wife to always be by their sides, to protect them from harm. From Ramuda.

‘Dearest wife, my promise to you will never break. You left me with two irreplaceable gifts, our treasures made from our love.

Don’t worry, they’re well and protected. They’ve grown up so much, I’m sure you’ll be proud of them. Keep watching them from above, my love.’ Jakurai thought to himself.

‘To my dear children, always know that papa loves you both so much.’ He looked down at them. They were peacefully asleep in his arms. The man placed a kiss on their heads and held them close.

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Hope y'all enjoyed it. -sobs-

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