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f1daydreamers · 2 months ago

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𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐬 [𝐓𝐀𝟔𝟔] 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟔

gif credits: @trenty

Pairing: Trent Alexander-Arnold x Fem!Reader

Summary: Arne, in hopes to focus on his team’s mental health as much as their physical, recruits a younger but just as educated psychologist to work one-to-one with the more reserved players. Trent is one of them.

A/N: 700 followers is insaneeee and sm more than i acc thought id ever get so thank you so much! f1 and/or football fans, i love u all so much ugh ALSO if ur wondering why this chapter is longer than my lifespan it’s bcos u guys deserve it for being so patient and accept it as my dearest apology xxx

Warnings: a lot of fluff actually, casual banter, a lot of coffee mentions for some fkn reason lmfao, swearing probably

Word Count: 4.9k words (18 mins reading avg)

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You push open the door to the training pitch, the cool breeze brushing against your face as you step outside, searching for Wataru.

The headache that’s been plaguing you all morning tightens its grip, and the fresh scent of the grass seems almost too intense. You rub your forehead, trying to ease the tension while scanning the field.

Across the pitch, Trent catches your eye, his movements fluid and graceful as he makes a pass. The ball connects with his boot in a way that’s almost poetic, the sound sharp and precise.

What usually feels like music to your ears now drives another spike of pain through your already throbbing head. You wince, pressing your fingers more firmly against your temples.

Finally, you spot Wataru near the edge of the pitch, zipping up his jacket while observing the players. As you approach, he looks up, concern immediately crossing his face as he takes in your weary appearance.

“Morning, Y/N,” he greets, his voice laced with worry. “Rough start?”

You manage a tired smile that feels more like a grimace. “Yeah, not the best morning. Overslept, skipped breakfast, and now this headache won’t quit.”

Wataru nods, his concern deepening. “You shouldn’t push yourself too hard. We can cancel if you need.”

Leaning against the wall beside him, you try to relieve some of the pressure on your aching body. “Thanks, but I’ll be alright. Just.. not exactly firing on all cylinders this morning.”

A quiet settles over you as you both watch the players go through their drills.

Trent sends a perfect cross into the box, and you can’t help but remark, “at least someone’s got their energy today.”

The usual lively atmosphere - the rhythmic thud of the ball, the shouts of encouragement, the bursts of laughter - feels like an assault on your senses. Each kick sends another ripple of pain through your skull, deepening the throbbing.

Wataru notices the way your shoulders tense with each sharp noise and is about to speak when you take a deep breath, pushing off the wall and forcing steadiness into your voice.

“I’ll be upstairs,” you say softly. “When you’re ready to start, just let me know.”

He nods, understanding clear in his eyes. “Take your time, Y/N. No rush.”

You offer a grateful smile before turning to head back inside. Each step is a conscious effort to stay composed. The quiet of the training centre seems more inviting than ever, a much-needed refuge from the relentless pounding in your head.

...

"Long night?" Trent remarked as he spotted Wataru holding two cups of coffee. His brows furrowed in mild surprise, though his tone remained light as he gestured toward the cups.

Wataru chuckled and shook his head. “Not for me. One of these is for Y/N.”

Trent’s expression shifted slightly, his brows relaxing as he nodded. “Oh.”

“She mentioned she skipped breakfast,” Wataru explained, “so I thought coffee might help.”

Trent glanced at the black coffee in Wataru’s hand, steam rising from the cup. His face remained neutral, but there was a subtle twitch at the corner of his lips before he spoke again.

“She doesn’t drink it black,” Trent said matter-of-factly.

Wataru blinked in surprise, glancing down at one of the cups. “Oh, really?”

“Yeah,” Trent replied, trying to sound casual. He looked away, his voice quiet but with a slight edge.

“You might want to add some milk and a bit of sweetener. I’ve never seen her drink it.. like that.”

“Ah, thanks,” Wataru said, giving him a nod as the coffee machine hummed in the background.

Trent responded with a curt nod of his own, the awkwardness of the moment settling over him.

As he waited for the machine to finish, he rubbed the back of his neck, obviously trying to shake off the uneasy feeling that’d crept up on him.

Finally, he poured himself a cup, his movements deliberate but distracted.

He never assumed he knew your coffee preferences, but the fact that he actually did only disturbed him.

Wataru exited the canteen, but Trent remained standing in his place, staring down at his cup. The liquid swirling as he gave it a half-hearted stir, his mind lost in thought.

He’d been trying to keep his distance from you, aiming to stay focused on his own routines. You were just another face at the training centre, someone there to do a job like everyone else.

At least, that’s what he kept telling himself.

So why had he noticed how you took your coffee? Why did it matter to him?

The thought nagged at him, making him feel off balance. He didn’t like it.

He didn’t like that he was starting to notice these little things about you, almost as if he was beginning to care. It made him feel uneasy, like he was losing his grip on the boundaries he’d set for himself.

He shook his head, wiping the bottom of the spoon on the rim of his cup before setting it down on the tray.

The nagging sensation in his chest made him feel vulnerable, and Trent Alexander-Arnold wasn’t supposed to be vulnerable. He was supposed to be focused, dedicated, with his head in the game and his heart firmly off the field.

He took a sip of his coffee, the bitter taste barely registering as he tried to shake off the uncomfortable thought.

The truth was, he’d been noticing you for a while now.

The way you moved, the sound of your laugh, the determination with which you threw yourself into your work - it was hard to ignore.

And he’d been trying to push those thoughts away, shoving them into the back of his mind where they couldn’t distract him.

But every now and then, they crept back in, uninvited and unwelcome.

He let out a deep breath and finally decided to move. He followed the same route Wataru had taken just a few minutes earlier.

As he stepped out of the canteen, he saw his teammate engaged in conversation with one of the backroom staff, overhearing snatches of words like "reschedule" and "now."

His attention drifted as he passed by, noticing Ibou absorbed in what looked like cricket highlights playing on the TV. Yet his mind was still clouded, so much so that he barely noticed when his name was called.

“Trent!” The voice cut through the haze, pulling him back to the present. He turned to see Wataru waving him over, his expression a mix of urgency and apology.

He hesitated for a moment before walking over, his footsteps heavy. “What’s up?” He asked, aiming to sound casual.

Wataru glanced at the staff member, then back at him. “I’ve got to go see Arne,” he said, his voice low. “Can you do me a favour?”

Trent raised an eyebrow, half-expecting to be asked to cover a training session or run an errand. “Depends,” he said slowly.

He saw Wataru’s gaze shift to the coffee cups in his hands, and he felt his stomach sink. A chorus of silent ‘no no no’s’ echoed in his mind, ignored by whatever higher powers may've been listening.

Wataru hesitated for a moment, a conflicted look on his face, before finally holding one of the cups out to him. “Do you mind taking this up to Y/N for me?”

Trent hesitated, frowning. “Can’t someone else do it?”

The faces of the two men standing opposite him twisted into mild confusion, as if that was the last response they expected.

"It won’t take you long."

His eyes flickered over. He clenched his jaw, not wanting to get involved. The last thing he needed was to play delivery boy, especially for you.

He was about to refuse again when he saw the concern in Wataru’s eyes. With a resigned sigh, he took the cup.

“Fine,” he grumbled.

Wataru’s face broke into a grateful but meek smile. He hurried off, leaving Trent to stare down at the cup in his hand, feeling a mix of irritation and something else he couldn’t quite name.

He headed toward the stairs, his steps slow, each one weighed down by the internal debate raging in his head.

He could just throw it out.

The thought crossed his mind almost immediately.

Dump the coffee and be done with it. You’d never know. And then he wouldn’t have to deal with the awkwardness of seeing you.

But then again, Wataru would find out. He’d ask you about the coffee later, and if it never made it to you, Trent would have to come up with some kind of excuse.

Wataru might be easygoing, but he wasn’t dumb. Trent didn’t need anyone questioning him, especially over something as trivial as a cup of coffee.

He gripped the cup tighter, feeling the warmth seep through the paper. It’d be so easy to turn around, head back to the kitchen, and pour it down the sink.

Out of sight, out of mind.

He could almost picture it - the splash of tan liquid spinning down the drain, washing his hands of this whole situation.

But then there was the part of him that knew better, the part that had been growing louder lately. The part that remembered the way you looked this morning, rubbing your temples, the pain etched across your face.

He made his way down the hallway, taking the stairs one at a time until he stood outside your door.

He hesitated, he hated this strange, unfamiliar urge to do something nice for someone here. And for you, of all people.

It was annoying, unsettling.

Realising both hands were full, he resorted to tapping the toe of his trainer against the wooden door, three quick thuds echoing through the corridor.

Silence.

He clicked his tongue in frustration and tried again, tapping harder.

Still nothing.

“You’ve got to be shitting me,” he muttered, irritation lacing his words.

As he stood there, a familiar figure sauntered down the corridor. Harvey noticed Trent’s growing agitation and, with a smirk, made his way over to investigate.

“What are you doing?” Harvey asked, his accented voice dripping with amusement. His eyes shifted from Trent’s face to the coffee cups, then to the trainer tapping rhythmically against the door.

“I’m knocking, genius,” Trent replied, his voice edged with sarcasm. He let out a sigh through his nose, tipping his head back slightly as Harvey's eyes flickered between him and the door.

“Since when do you ever knock?” Harvey questioned, eyebrows raised in mock disbelief.

Trent’s mouth opened to retort, but nothing came out. He hated to admit it, but he was right. He never knocked.

A beat of silence passed before Trent jerked his chin toward the door. “Get the door for me, yeah?”

Harvey grinned, clearly enjoying the moment. “I kinda wanna see how long you’ll keep this up,” he teased, his tone light.

Trent shot him a glare, though the corners of his mouth twitched with reluctant amusement.

“Alright, alright. Keep your hair on.” Harvey chuckled, relenting. He stepped forward, pressing down on the handle and pushing the door open.

Trent manoeuvred through the doorway, using the back of his shoulder to nudge it open the rest of the way, careful not to spill the coffee. He cast a sidelong glance at his friend, who leaned against the door frame with a smirk.

“See? Was that so hard?” Harvey quipped, his tone dripping with amusement.

“Yeah, yeah,” Trent muttered, rolling his eyes.

He stepped inside, his eyes scanning the room. Everything in your office looked untouched, as if you'd entered and gone straight to your desk. You were slumped over, head resting in one hand, elbow propped up on the wooden surface.

Either you’d fallen asleep, or...

“Is she dead?” Harvey asked.

"Here's hoping.” Trent mumbled in response.

He took a step closer, clearing his throat softly, but you remained oblivious.

Trent’s gaze flickered around the room, his usual composure faltering as he took in your dishevelled state. Despite his attempts to remain detached, seeing you like this stirred something deep within him that he couldn’t quite ignore.

With a sigh, he shook his head, as if trying to rid himself of the unease that had settled over him. He carefully placed the coffee on the desk beside you, his movements deliberate.

Tentatively, he reached out, his fingers barely grazing your shirt as if testing the waters.

When you remained unresponsive, he mustered the courage to place his full hand on your shoulder and gave you a gentle shake.

“Hey,” he said, his voice softer than he intended. “I’ve got your coffee.”

You stirred, lifting your head and blinking groggily. He removed his hand, straightening his back.

“Trent?” You mumbled, still half-asleep. The smell of the coffee faintly registered in your mind. “You didn’t have to..”

He shrugged, attempting to sound casual. “Wataru asked me to bring it up. And, well..” He glanced at you, feeling an unfamiliar tug of something he couldn’t quite name. “I figured you might need it.”

You sat up and rubbed your eyes. “Thanks. I really do.”

As he was about to leave, he noticed the pile of paperwork cluttered next to your computer, the chaos suggesting you’d been battling through it despite your headache.

“I, uh..” His voice faltered slightly. “Need any help with that?“

You were about to reply when Harvey’s voice cut in, disbelief evident in his tone. “You’re offering to help?”

Trent shifted uncomfortably, his back still turned to Harvey as he rolled his eyes. You caught the movement and chuckled softly.

“Not offering. Just—” He turned to see Harvey’s amused expression and added hastily, “—just making sure she's not swamped. Is that a crime?”

Harvey shrugged, crossing his arms. “Not at all. Just didn’t think you had it in you.”

Trent picked up half of the stack, maybe more, his actions earnest but guarded.

You watched him with a mix of gratitude and surprise, taking a sip of the coffee and feeling the soothing warmth begin to ease your headache.

Harvey raised an eyebrow, still leaning against the doorframe with a smirk. “Well, well. Didn’t think I’d see the day Trent Alexander-Arnold played the hero.”

Trent’s lips curled into a slight smile, his cheeks reddening as he held up a stack of papers toward Harvey. “Want to help?”

Harvey raised his hands in mock surrender, pushing himself off the doorframe. “I’ll leave you two to it. Have fun, lovebirds.”

As he departed, your cheeks warmed slightly, but you quickly shifted your focus to your inbox. An email from Arne caught your eye at the top, informing you that your session with Wataru had been rescheduled.

You exhaled, thinking, I slept through it anyway.

Trent, meanwhile, had sunk onto the couch, peeling off the top sheet of the document. He placed the remaining papers neatly on the cabinet beside him and studied the single sheet in his hand with a skeptical frown.

The bold black text at the top seemed to glare back at him: "For Liverpool FC Staff Only."

He paused, his fingers grazing the corner of the page. "I can read these, right?"

You glanced over, a small smile touching your lips as you met his gaze. “Yeah, they're just things I need to acknowledge I've read,” you said with a casual shrug, your voice carrying a hint of nonchalance.

Trent tilted his head, raising an eyebrow as he flipped the document over. “Seems a bit counter-productive, though,” he remarked.

“Not really. I never actually read them,” you explained nonchalantly.

A smirk played at the corners of his mouth. “And here I thought you were all about dedication to your job,” he said, his voice trailing off with a mocking edge.

You rolled your eyes good-naturedly, picking up your coffee cup again after dragging the stack of remaining papers closer.

“I am dedicated,” you replied with a hint of a smile, “but finance just doesn’t interest me. I skim.”

He hummed, his eyes scanning the text.

You paused before starting on your work, glancing over at Trent. “Anything important, just make sure you tell me.”

Trent looked up, his expression blank but his voice dripping with sarcasm. “What if I want to skim read?”

You smiled, shaking your head as you turned your attention back to the papers. “Shut up, Trent.”

His gaze lingered on you, a smirk playing at his lips as he tucked his bottom lip between his teeth. He finally looked away, his smile widening just slightly.

...

The soft shuffle of papers and the occasional scratch of your pen had become a rhythmic background noise in the room.

Your headache had lessened thanks to the coffee and the company, but the stack of paperwork in front of you still felt like an endless mountain.

As you reached the final couple of documents, you heard Trent stand up from the couch.

You looked over just in time to see him stretching his arms above his head, the motion causing his shirt to lift slightly, revealing a sliver of toned skin beneath.

You swallowed, instinctively folding your lips inwards as your eyes lingered for a moment too long.

He was an athlete, after all, so naturally, he was fit, as any athlete would be. But seeing it up close stirred something in you that you quickly tried to dismiss.

He caught your glance, and instead of saying anything, Trent poked his tongue into his cheek, clearly holding back a remark.

His lips pressed together in a restrained smirk, like he was biting back a teasing comment. He didn’t want to overstep, especially in the middle of a setting like this one, and God forbid he came across like he’d noticed too much.

Your face grew warm, and you immediately redirected your attention back to the papers in front of you, pretending to scan over the same paragraph you had just read.

But the words on the page were a blur, the previous focus you had was gone, and all you could feel was your heart beating a little too fast, a bit too aware of his presence nearby.

He placed the now neatly organised stack of papers he had been working on back onto your desk. “These just need your signature now,” he said, his voice casual, but you could sense a hint of satisfaction.

You raised an eyebrow. “You finished all of them?”

He nodded, unfazed. He pulled out a folded A4 paper from his pocket.

“I made a note.. of everything that was important.” His fingers unfolded the paper to reveal messy, scribbled handwriting - a far cry from the neat, printed reports you were used to seeing.

But the gesture behind it was unexpectedly sweet.

You stared at the paper in his hand for a moment, a small smile tugging at your lips.

Trent, ever the enigma, had actually taken the time to make sure you didn’t miss anything crucial. His expression was calm, neutral even, but you knew deep down this was one of those moments he’d never let you thank him for.

“Thanks, Trent. That’s.. really thoughtful of you.” The words felt too light, not enough to fully express your gratitude, but you also knew him well enough to recognise that overpraising him would probably make him uncomfortable.

As expected, he shrugged, trying to play it cool. “Yeah, yeah. Just don’t make a habit of needing me for this stuff.”

You laughed softly, the sound light and refreshing. “I’ll try not to.”

There was a beat of silence before he shoved the note toward you, his eyes finally meeting yours for a brief second. "Make sure you check my notes, though. My handwriting’s a bit shit.”

You took the note from his hand, your fingers brushing against his for the briefest moment.

“I’ll make sure to decipher it,” you teased lightly, glancing down at the paper covered in hurried scrawls.

As Trent turned to leave, he paused at the door, glancing back at you. “Take it easy, Y/N. Can’t have you passing out on us.”

You nodded, cheeks flushed, as you fiddled with the paper between your fingers. The door clicked shut behind him, and you let out a deep breath.

The room suddenly felt quieter, emptier, but your mind wasn’t letting go. You pressed your lips together, trying to focus on the documents in front of you, but your thoughts kept drifting back to him - his quiet gestures, the sarcastic remarks, the infuriating smirks.

It was maddening how easily he got under your skin, how a simple glance could set your pulse racing.

Then, the memory played again in your mind, torturously vivid - the door shutting, the way he'd looked at you before leaving.

But then it hit you. Y/N.

Your mouth parted, breath hitching as the realisation dawned. He’d said your name.

For the first time, it wasn’t “psychologist.” It was your actual name.

Since you’d started here, you hadn't noticed how much that label created a barrier, a distance. Now, the memory of him saying your name replayed on a loop, breaking through that invisible wall.

You hadn’t realised how much you wanted to hear it from him.

Until now.

...

You were making your way down the hallway towards the cafeteria when you saw Wataru walking towards you. You exchanged polite smiles, a small gesture of recognition, as you passed by each other.

But something made you pause, and you turned back, calling after him.

“Wataru!” You said, a grateful grin crossing your face. He turned around, his eyes curious.

“Thanks for the coffee,” you added, your voice light with appreciation.

Wataru's smile widened as he slowed his pace. “Did Trent bring it up?” He asked, shifting his weight where he stood.

“Yeah, he did,” you confirmed.

“How’s the headache?” He asked, a soft concern in his tone.

“Gone,” you replied, your hand instinctively reaching up to run over the skin on your forehead. “Thanks to you.”

Wataru nodded, clearly pleased.

You studied him for a moment, your curiousity getting the best of you. You tilted your head ever so slightly and asked, “how did you know how I liked it? My coffee, I mean?”

He raised an eyebrow, caught off guard for a moment, then shook his head with a quiet laugh. “I didn’t,” he said plainly, his expression easy.

Your brow furrowed in confusion, your lips parting as you waited for him to explain further.

Wataru chuckled again and leaned in slightly, a conspiratorial tone in his voice. “Trent told me. Said you didn’t like it plain.”

Your heart skipped a beat, surprise flickering across your face. “Really?” You asked, your voice mellow with disbelief. “I didn’t know he knew that.”

Wataru smiled, watching the realisation dawn on you. “He’s an attentive boy,” he added with a nod, his tone thoughtful.

You blinked, processing his words. “Yeah,” you breathily replied, your brows lifting in agreement.

“Guess he is.”

...

Trent finished zipping up his thin jacket with a final click, the sound resonating softly as he shut the door to the vacant computer room behind him. He patted his pockets, making sure he had everything.

Across the hallway, you were locking your office door, your focus intent as you fumbled with the key.

Your eyes met at the exact same moment - yours lifting from the office door just as Trent’s eyes drifted from the closed computer room.

“Hey,” you greeted, a small, tired smile curving your lips.

Trent’s gaze flickered to your lips before settling back on your eyes, a subtle shift in his expression. “Hey,” he replied, his tone soft and casual, with an undertone of something more.

The corridor felt oddly intimate, the quiet hum of the lights and distant echoes were all you could hear. You adjusted your bag on your shoulder, gently clearing your throat.

Trent massaged the back of his shoulder, having had to stare at a computer for a number of hours, a gesture that revealed his own weariness.

“Long day?” He asked, genuine curiosity in his voice.

“Yeah.” You nodded, briefly looking down before meeting his eyes again. “Caught up on some stuff with Wataru. And you?”

“Same,” Trent said with a small shrug, his gaze lingering a moment longer than usual. “Online seminar ran late.”

You stood there for a moment as the hallway seemed to close in around you, your small smiles communicating a quiet understanding.

“You heading out now?” Trent asked gently, his voice almost hesitant as if not wanting to break the moment.

“Yeah, just heading home. I'm assuming you're the same.” You replied, shifting your bag once more.

“Yep,” Trent said, his eyes meeting yours.

"Walk with me?" You tilted your head to the end of the hallway where the stairs led downstairs.

He looked over, swallowing as he nodded his head. "Sure."

You both turned, your shoulders grazing ever so slightly as you walked in what felt like a comfortable silence together, descending the stairs.

You walked side by side toward the building’s exit. Brian, stationed by the manually operated door on the same wall as the now-locked automatic ones, gave it a gentle push open.

"See you tomorrow, Brian." You expressed with a genuine smile, giving him a small wave.

"See you, love. Have a good night, son." He replied warmly.

"You too." Trent added.

He stepped aside though as he turned slightly, his body angled to give you clear passage. With a subtle sweep of his hand, he motioned for you to go ahead before him.

You slipped past, your back brushed lightly against his chest, the brief contact making your stomach flip in an instant.

The sensation caught you off guard, sending a jolt of warmth through your body. You felt like a schoolgirl again, every accidental touch with a crush igniting a fire in your limbs.

Crush? You blinked, shaking the thought out of your head quickly. Nope, nope. That’s not it.

You exhaled quietly, trying to steady yourself, looking back as Trent caught up beside you.

A brisk gust of wind whipped around you both. Instinctively, you tucked the loose strands of hair that had escaped your bun behind your ear, crossing your arms over your chest to keep warm.

Trent shoved his hands into his jacket pockets, his breath visible in the cold air.

“Getting colder,” you commented.

“No shit,” Trent agreed, his voice a bit strained against the chill. “Summer ended quick.”

"You can talk, you weren’t even in the country," you teased, giving him a sidelong glance.

Trent didn’t miss a beat, replying almost instantly, "you didn’t even work here then, how would you know?"

You opened your mouth to respond but hesitated, the words not quite forming in time. Trent noticed and grinned, his smugness unmistakable.

“Someone stalking my Insta?”

You rolled your eyes, fighting the grin threatening to break out. “Please. You think you’re that interesting?”

Trent shrugged, a playful glint in his eyes. “Can’t blame ya. I mean, half the world’s got eyes on me.”

“Half the world, huh?” You shot back, arching a brow. “I didn’t realise your four friends counted as ‘half the world' now.”

He chuckled, tucking his chin deeper into his jacket. “Still more friends than you’ve got.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” you replied smoothly, flashing a grin. “I’ve got friends, too. Just.. a bit more exclusive.”

“Exclusive, eh?” Trent said, his tone mock-serious.

"Mhm," you trailed off, smiling.

As you walked, your mind wandered back to earlier in the day, remembering how he’d said your name. It was brief, almost casual, but it had stuck with you. It had felt different, personal.

And now, it replayed in your head, over and over.

Without fully realising it, you broke the silence. “You said my name.”

Trent’s steps slowed as he processed your words, a flicker of confusion crossing his face. “What?”

You looked down, cheeks flushed from the cold - or maybe something else. “When you left my office earlier, you called me by my name.”

Trent pressed his bottom lip up to his top as he thought back. “Pretty sure I’ve said your name before.”

“Not to me,” you said, glancing up at him with a hopeful look.

He tilted his head. “And why’s that so important?”

“Because.. it is,” you admitted, a hint of vulnerability slipping through. “To me, it is.”

Trent's muscles relaxed as his eyes roved over your features. “The bar's in hell, huh?”

You laughed, the sound warm and genuine, cutting through the chill. You nudged his arm with your hand.

“Whatever,” you mumbled, crossing your arms over your chest to trap the heat.

You finally approached Trent’s car, and he turned to you with a nod before pressing the unlock button on his keys.

You watched as he walked closer to his car door and opened it. The quiet of the evening was interrupted by your voice, again.

“Thanks for the coffee,” you said, raising your voice slightly to cut through the wind.

Trent's lips twitched, biting his bottom one to hold back from taking any credit. “I didn’t make your coffee.”

“Don’t lie, Trent. It doesn’t suit you." You remarked, scrunching your nose and shaking your head.

For a moment, his eyes stayed on you, lingering with a soft intensity. You held his gaze, feeling an unspoken connection. The seconds stretched on as you both seemed to take in the moment, your heart racing slightly in the charged silence.

Trent eventually looked away, fiddling with the keys in his hand.

“Get out of the way before I run you over." He quipped, his voice lighthearted.

“Charming,” you retorted.

Trent shook his head, getting into his car.

You began walking towards the pedestrian gate, hearing the engine of his car start up as you turned to give him one last glance before starting your short walk home.

...

Part 7

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kiriwiwii · 5 months ago

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Romance Tropes | Ensemble Stars ★

characters: eichi, ibara, rinne, wataru, leo, rei

a/n: why do i feel like this is so bad help... there were other characters i wanted to add as well but i was too sleepy and lazy😞 anywaysss, enjoy !

enemies/rivals to lovers:

eichi, ibara, rinne

When the word "enemy" comes out of one's mouth, the first person who appears on your mind is Eichi Tenshouin himself of course. He is the so-called "emperor", who once ruled Yumenosaki's dear students. You were one of them, but instead of standing with the emperor, you were against him. You despised his angel-like face, smiling insidiously, with his blue eyes looking at you. A devil was lying underneath. But was that really true? You were thinking there was a devil, but deep inside you knew that there was just a lonely child who wanted to do things he believed was right. The more you understood Eichi, the more you were able to find parts of him that were admirable. You always felt like his touch was kind of exciting to feel, even though you disliked him. His hands grabbing your arm and not letting you go, just to insult you for half an hour, felt surprisingly good. Maybe both of you were just looking for ways to see each other longer and longer. Slowly, his words started to become sweet to you, as you both began to be more composed around each other and be open-minded. You adored his angel-like face, smiling beautifully, with his lovely blue eyes looking at you... You weren't going to forgive him, since he wasn't asking for it. Instead, you wanted to forgive the child. The child in him that just wanted love and care, instead of hatred and loneliness.

Ah, Ibara Saegusa, your scheming, devious, and the most annoying business rival ever. You both were working in different agencies, and Ibara was too good at making you and your agency look awful. He was a smart man, and that made you even more annoyed whenever you thought about him. He was usually one step ahead, but whenever you took the lead you could clearly see an irritated look on his face, and you truly enjoyed that. Despite the fierce competition, there were unexpected moments when you caught a glimpse of something else in Ibara's eyes. Something softer, almost admiring... Whenever these thoughts popped into your head, you quickly tried to get rid of them. "There is nothing to admire about him." you were thinking to yourself, but you still couldn't get away from him. He couldn't either. You two were becoming overly competitive on purpose, acting like one of you was gonna become the winner. But there was nothing to win- except for the attention you can get, the pleasure you feel whenever you sense each other's touch... and maybe there was more than all of that.

What even is there to say about Rinne Amagi? The guy who absolutely ruined your stage performances with his stupid plans and tricks. No wonder why he had a bad reputation. And there you were, standing perfectly still in front of him, as one of the most loved idols ever. You hated his way of doing things, and his idiotic smirk whenever he won something. Yet, despite your frustration, there was a quite little spark in his eyes that made your heart race. Every argument, every battle you two had only seemed to make the strange bond between you even stronger. And sometimes, just sometimes you wondered what could be behind that mischievous grin. Rinne indeed had a soft side, and you were just too perfect for him to handle. His feelings were confusing- the way he was trying to destroy you was a sign of hate but he never could've brought himself to genuinely hurt you. Maybe, both of you were too arrogant to admit there was a tiny bit of love growing itself through the bond you have.

best friends to lovers:

wataru, leo

You knew Wataru Hibiki from the theatre classes you took back then. You two getting closer happened faster than ever, with both of you being great actors. The most fun you had on the set was always the times when Wataru was next to you. He always had a way of captivating everyone's attention. He was such a silly man, saying he belonged to "everyone". Slowly, you began to realize your heart would ache with jealousy whenever he charmed the audience or had a laugh with someone else- which he had with nearly everyone. The idea of having feelings for him hit you like a brick- and fear held you back. Just like he said, he belonged to everyone, not you. But still, you tried every way possible to find out if he also had feelings for you. Wataru was a man who was a tough one to figure out- even if he behaved like his real self near you, it was hard to read his emotions. Yet, he was incredible at reading others' feelings. Nothing escaped his notice. He saw the way your eyes sparkled whenever you looked at him, noticed your efforts to hide the excitement on your face whenever you and he practiced together... One day, when your show ended and the curtains fell, you and Wataru were standing still on the stage. He was looking at you differently this time. You knew you couldn't hide your feelings anymore. But you realized, neither he could. His sweet, genuine smile and the words about to fall from his mouth melted all your fears away for a moment. "For this time," he said, "I want to belong to you and you only."

Leo Tsukinaga, the genius composer who had been one of your closest friends since high school, was a constant source of fun and chaos in your life. The thing that created your bond together was mostly your shared silliness and it even annoys the members of Knights sometimes. Whenever you were upset or going through a hard time, Leo was always a supportive friend. He was almost a ray of sunshine, and incredibly clingy of course. But with you, there was something different. His hugs lingered a bit longer, and he always made time for you even if he was busy with work. During your walks in the park, he would sometimes hold your hand and you never rejected him. You found yourself unable to resist his touch. It was in these moments when you realized you might be falling for him- and it seemed Leo was falling for you too. This followed up with you both getting closer than ever, and people thinking you were already dating. This was, indeed, going to be the truth when he confessed his feelings for you with one of the most lovely, endearing songs he had ever written while thinking about you and the love he had for you.

love at first sight:

rei

You were standing still in the crowd, mixed in with other people. Gazing at the shining stage in front of you, it was the first time you ever saw him: Rei Sakuma, one of the most known, charismatic idols ever. He was standing out among the others with his dangerous, yet so elegant look. His jet-black hair, as dark as the midnight sky, was waving as he moved back and forth on the stage. He held his microphone tightly and as he sang, his mellow, almost a bit seductive voice was capturing the audience with each note. Although it's easy to say you got captured the most, the vampire on the stage also got his interest in you. Rei's eyes, a striking shade of crimson, glowed as he met yours. You've never seen anyone before, glazing at you like he did. It was nearly like you also captured him. After the performance ended, you both were looking for ways to see each other. You went to the backstage just to try to meet him. You were nervous, as you didn't know what kind of person he was but also, it felt like you guys knew each other since forever. It seemed like the world was going to collapse when you sensed Rei's touch on your shoulder. You turned to look at him. His presence felt ethereal. He was looking at you the same way, probably thinking the same thing. At that moment, you both knew your lives were about to change forever.

#ensemble stars x reader #enstars x reader #ensemble stars #ensemble stars headcanons #eichi tenshouin x reader #ibara saegusa x reader #rinne amagi #rinne amagi x reader #eichi tenshouin #ibara saegusa #rei sakuma #rei sakuma x reader #leo tsukinaga #leo tsukinaga x reader #wataru hibiki #wataru hibiki x reader #kiri writes ⭐

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dotster001 · 1 year ago

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Since requests are open in honor of my favorite holiday, Halloween, how would Vil, Rook, Malleus and Lilia react to a f!reader/f!MC’s witch costume complete with the pointed hat, fingerless lace gloves, a lace sleeveless black dress with a knee high skirt, witch socks and buckled shoes. (I can probably see Vil and Rook helping her with her nails and makeup for the occasion.)

CW: Fem reader

A/N: we've waited a long time for this one, nonnie. Happy Halloween!

Let's be real….Vil designed the outfit. Vil bought the outfit without telling you. Vil brought it to your dorm, said, "change", and then stood there while he waited for you to change.

He then styled your hair, did your makeup, did your nails, yelled at you about how to properly compose yourself in the outfit, then Snatched your wrist and dragged you with him to show off your look.

He's not going to go all gaga over you like some of the others. He knows how beautiful you are, and he hopes you know with how often he tries to make it clear to you. That said, he is very proud, both because he designed it, and because everyone is complimenting you.

Designed the outfit pt 2

The night before Halloween festivities began, you heard a knock on your second story window, and when you opened it, he was perched on the windowsill, outfit in hand. Gave you a roguish wink, and said something about being very excited for tomorrow's festivities, then he jumped off the sill, and did a perfect roll landing, before skipping off into the woods.

You would think he had never even seen the outfit (he gives Wataru in this clip energy) He's wild, almost crazed as he compliments every aspect of the look, and how it sits on you. If you say something along the lines of "you designed it why are you so nice?" He'll say, "Ah, but you are the one who brings life to my humble design!"

He's immediately thinking about what you'd look like in traditional Valley of Thorns regalia. It's not anywhere similar to your witch costume, but your costume is dark, and Valley of Thorns robes are dark, so that's the only tie in Mal Mal needs.

He's going to treat you like a lady, placing your hand in the crook of his arm, escorting you where you want to go, pressing kisses to your exposed fingertips.

You're just too pretty dressed up like a witch. And as your brave dragon, he has to protect you from evil pirates, vampires, and gravediggers! He was so excited for Halloween festivities, but now he's far too busy hoarding you and your time.

Will steal your outfit for himself once you're done with it.

He wishes you'd have told him about the outfit, he totally would have tried to match. Think of how adorably mischievous he'd look in a witch costume!

He'll giggle and ask if he can be your bat familiar. Wouldn't that be so fun! His beautiful little witch, and her handsome bat companion! How exciting!

Tag list- @shytastemakerthing @eccedentesiast-sapphic @leoll @stygianoir

Note: haven't used the taglist in a while, so if I forgot you, or you want to be added, let me know!

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #malleus draconia x reader #malleus draconia #vil schoenheit x reader #vil schoenheit #lilia vanrouge x reader #lilia vanrouge #rook hunt #rook hunt x reader

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loveephia · 2 years ago

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Hi! I hope you are doing well 🩷

I love your works!!

If you take requests, could you do the headcanons for "being Fukurodani's pretty manager" ??

you as fukurodani's beautiful manager.

content: (🦷) tooth-rotting fluff, reader is akaashi's cousin, reader is as pretty as kiyoko shimizu and alisa haiba, you're a second year here, bokuto kinda likes you, quite long.

⚠ warning/s: none.

note: ENJOY READING ANON AND THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE REQ!!! :DDD maybe i should work on a karasuno ver. and aoba johsai ver. too..

inarizaki ver. | nekoma ver. | shiratorizawa ver. | aoba johsai ver.

goodnight and goodbye

yukie and kaori were searching hardcore for a new manager to take over because they were both in their third year, and soon enough, they'll be graduating

and you just so happened to stumble into the third year's classroom while carrying the teacher's papers

yukie and kaori's mind SYNCED at the sight of you.

"of course, akaashi's cousin! why didn't we think of that before?" kaori scream-whispered to yukie

so now, here you are, at the gym entrance with yukie and kaori by your side

akaashi perks his brow before asking, "y/n, what are you doing here?"

"yukie promised me a supply of lemon bread if i became your guys' manager." you simply answered as yukie brought up two thumbs up in confirmation

"our y/n is going to be super helpful, no?" kaori said, placing both her palms on your shoulders

"no way, y/n will be our manager?!" bokuto exclaimed, having just entered the gymnasium

you turned around and smiled gleefully. "hello, kō!"

bokuto's heart pounds at the given nickname. "hey, hey!" he greets

you already knew the members, and they knew you too! you actually came by the gym often to drop something off for akaashi

konoha really likes you, like really

washio just deadpans because there's nothing much to say between you two.

you think sarukui is pretty fun to be with!!

haruki likes to joke around with you :3

wataru's like the fourth manager because hE'S VERY HARDWORKING FROM WHAT YOU'VE SEEN

oh dear, if only you knew how much stress they'd cause you while on trial.

there's SO.. SO SO SO MANY STRAYS..

this is more cardio than you'll ever get in PE

"i want to quit..!" you thought, picking up one ball after another

"hey, y/n!" bokuto calls out, and you look up at him

he does a little finger heart with one hand, and your stomach is just filled with little butterflies from the silly encouragment

you return the finger heart with a bashful expression, and bokuto smiles all giddily

akaashi just stands in the middle of the gym, contemplating anything and everything.

"y/n -> bokuto = bokuto & akaashi = in-laws."

i mean.

akaashi doesn't mind since bokuto is a great guy, and he'd much rather you be engaged to his best friend than anyone else right now

but still.

"i need to sit down.." akaashi mutters as sarukui laughs at him

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gentaro-kinniecom · 1 year ago

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༻Zipping up a dress/shirt trope (unit leaders + Wataru)༺

Characters: Madara Mikejima, Rei Sakuma, Wataru Hibiki, Keito Hasumi, Rinne Amagi, Shu Itsuki, Chiaki Morisawa, Nagisa Ran, Natsume Sakasaki and Eichi Tenshouin

Cw: suggestive, tbh just detailed backstories (in some cases) before the actual trope of the characters helping reader with their zipper, maybe ooc characters(?), wataru and rinne doing the opposite of this post, (long post 😭) Malice Mizer reference goes hard in Shu’s part 🤭, almost forgot to tag Natsume’s pet name for the reader (kitten) as a warning help-

A/n: hi guys! Sorry for the long break i had on tumblr 😭 kinda lost motivation to post but i’ll try to keep doing this throughout summer vacations now that i have time for it so..yeah! The making out + hcs posts will continue and there’s about 4 left ;i have also received some requests so stay tuned!! (Edit) I FORGOT WATARU ISNT A UNIT LEADER HELP MEEE i mean theres the Träumerei temporary unit in which he was the leader of but still 😭

"Hey babe, can you help me out with this zipper? I can't seem to reach it"

Madara Mikejima

One to always refuse taking you to his ‘missions’. Obviously, he knows some of these missions could cost his life, and taking you to one and for something to possibly happen to you, makes his heart shatter. But, tonight was his lucky day, your 2nd aniversary. Madara had booked a reservation in one of your favorite places. He entered the room with his usual smile, holding your waist before zipping your outfit, kissing your neck

“It looks good, though I think it’d look better on my floor”

Rei Sakuma

You were both running a tad early to one of his concerts in the city, but of course, getting there is all it matters. As soon as he heard you, he went to the other room of his dressing room, lets say a complementary room for it, but anyways; his smile was the highlight of your day, he didn’t mind helping you out, after all, Rei loved it when you trust him in simple things like this. When he finished, he quickly gave you a kiss before speaking

“I’ll always be here whenever you need me to”

Wataru Hibiki

He’s very helpful, well, at most times. He likes to be playful mostly when you need help, in cases were it wasn’t serious, but in this one, he simply smiled as he went towards you and started unzipping the dress

“Uh Wataru? I said i needed help with zipping it..not..the opposite..”

Wataru simply laughed and zipped it, letting you admire yourself for a bit as he wrapped his arms around you

“I couldn’t resist~! You’re just so perfect, I prefer seeing you without it. Your body is a masterpiece, I can’t help but admire it”

Keito Hasumi

He simply goes towards you and helps you out. He’s really not interested in anything else so your attempts to “seduce” him are not going to work so easily. Keito is a very reserved man and doesn’t get bothered at ‘insignificant things’, or does he? This time however, as he made his way towards you, your outfit caught him off guard, it was the one you had worn during your first date after being together for 3 years, he felt himself tear up as he looked at you

“You always look so beautiful in whatever you choose, even without it, your beauty never ceases to amaze me”

Rinne Amagi

Somewhat similar to Wataru’s except…well he’s Rinne, what do you expect? He had suggested a date for all his hard work with Crazy B and the tough week they’ve had, of course, he reserved a decent restaurant down the street, nothing too formal, but still enough to impress. While you were having trouble with the zipper of your clothes, he decided to approach you after your “cry for help” which was just a simple statement for assistance, as Rinne entered the room, he whistled, checking you out and hastily unzipping your outfit

“Rinne..! I said i needed help zipping it, not unzipping and taking it off my body..”

He all but chuckled as he turned you around

“Who said anything about going out? Actually, i might cancel or we do have a bit of time before it, no? I seriously cannot resist you a minute longer, c’mon~! Let’s have some fun, okay?”

Shu Itsuki

He’s used to helping you get into anything he crafts, whether its a dress or a shirt he made thinking about you, he’s used to helping you put your outfits on if they require assistance. This was one of those days where Shu had finished another beautiful creation of his and decided to lend you a hand, zipping it carefully and taking one look in the mirror as he saw you admire yourself once more

“It’s absolutely perfect, you’re perfect. I feel honored having you wear the artworks I’ve created for you..ma chérie”

Chiaki Morisawa

He’s so sweet and helps you even when you don’t require any assistance, he’s just like that. A charming and caring boyfriend like Chiaki always makes sure you’re well, in every aspect. So it’s not rare for him to help you always, this time, when he heard you, he was just around the corner, rushing softly to your shared room and smiling as he saw the outfit, it was one of his favorites. Chiaki placed his hands on your shoulders after helping you out and spoke

“Look! We match! Isn’t that cute? We should get going for our date before it gets late!”

Nagisa Ran

Used to formal attire that requires assistance, especially from their loving partner who Nagisa loves seeing them in such outfits; like today. Nagisa had a rather important event with Eden, and he was allowed to bring a plus one, like usual, and of course he always brings his partner to these. After hearing your call for assistance, Ran didn’t hesitate to go to your shared room, taking in the beautiful outfit you wore as he smiled brightly

“Of course my dear, anything you need me to do..I’ll help you. How about we go for dinner after the event? I’ll make sure to reserve us a nice table ahead”

Natsume Sakasaki

Even though he’s somewhat always focused on his potions and magic stuff, and his unit, Switch on top of that, Natsume cherishes every moment of your relationship to the max, although he would never admit that out loud that is. You’re his comfort zone, his one person to go to whenever he’s feeling down, happy, or anything out of the ordinary. However, it’s not usual for you to request his help, when he entered your room, his flirtatious persona became into a nervous one, the outfit you wore was absolutely stunning, accentuating your features and leaving him breathless. He tried keeping his calm and helped you, thats what he came for after all right?

“Natsume are you alright? You look a bit red..”

He smiled, nodding as he rested a hand on your waist, sighing happily before speaking

“Of course kitten, why wouldn’t I be? It’s nice to see you getting arranged for our date today”

Eichi Tenshouin

Being heir to a very prosperous family and head of the student council had its moments where Eichi was overloaded with tons of responsibility and work. Sometimes getting very sick due to his condition, and he’s glad to have met someone like you to complement his life so positivity. Events like family dinners or special events in general are usual to him, especially with helping you put on one of the many outfits he had bought you for dates or anniversary gifts, even birthday ones. Today was like those other days where you would have romantic dinners or went to an important event. Eichi smiled as he entered his room, watching you struggle a bit with the outfit he had bought you, without thinking twice, he approached you softly, his hands on your back, zipping the outfit slowly. After he was done, Eichi smiled, a genuine one for the first time in a while, as he spoke

“I’m glad to see you ready, shall we get going?”

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instexcamera · 9 months ago

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poly eccentric five… my beloveds… i want to be with them…

Omg yes the five eccentrics... I love them so much jhehe

You'd be spoiled by all of them, in many different ways! Wataru would hold his own magic shows just for you, along with acting out romantic parts of plays with you as the romantic star. He would also get the others to join him sometimes so it'd be like a complicated love hexagon but at the end you would all get together.

Rei would cuddle up with you and the others would come too, so it would end up as one giant cuddle party.

Kanata would take you to the aquarium to watch all the fishes and sea animals. He would also take you to the beach with the others so all of you could puka puka together (except Natsume, he stays out on the sand, or he doesn't come at all)

Shu would have you model clothes for him, or make you clothes which he thought you would look absolutely stunning in. He would also do the same for the others and then everyone would just end up modeling clothes.

Natsume would read your future. He would also play video games with you and the others, wanting to play any new interesting multiplayer ones with everyone.

Now an orgy with them... Hhh, Shu would have you in lingerie that he made, I feel like Shu would not really touch you. He would rather stay back and watch the others while jerking off. (However one on one he would be more dominant, man handling you) Wataru would be the one to prepare you, he would also rather watch the show than participate but after everyone is done he would take his turn. Natsume would take your mouth, forcing you to deep throat him, he would also squeeze your nose, making you to the edge of passing out before letting go and pulling out, just to do it again. Kanata and Rei would both use your hole(s) either one in each or both in one.

#ensemble stars #enstars #enstars x reader #enstars smut #rei sakuma smut #shu itsuki smut #kanata shinkai smut #natsume sakasaki smut #wataru hibiki x reader #rei sakuma x reader #shu itsuki x reader #kanata shinkai x reader #natsume sakasaki x reader #wataru hibiki smut

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arlestial · 1 year ago

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hi hi! im not sure if you write for the characters but can i request kuon, nagi and chigiri with an s/o who plays volleyball(or any sport other than soccer) take ur time with requests too (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)

❝on the court !❞

synopsis : Volley-ball is your passion. Between bruised knees, strapped fingers and aching limbs, your boyfriend is your biggest fan.

pairing : Kuon Wataru, Seishiro Nagi, Chigiri Hyoma x genderneutral!reader •— Blue Lock

tw : none, just fluff and comfort (Tiny descriptions of injuries and blood, but not too graphic !)

word count : 750~ words

author-note : Hi, anon ! I hope you’re doing okay outta here 💗 I’m sorry for the late writing, I hope you’ll still appreciate it. You don’t know how much I love this request !! I’m a volleyball player, so it was extremely fun to write :) And don’t worry, I write for everyone (even if I don’t really like Kuon bruh). Thank you for your request, take care of yourself ♡

CHIGIRI HYOMA is the most supportive boyfriend out of the three. He finds volleyball super interesting, and he’s a fast-learner ! He asked you multiple times to teach him some movements and things about volleyball, but you always declined, too worried about his knee and what could happen to him. But he insisted, over and over again, until you finally agreed with a sigh, a small smile displayed on your face. Chigiri enjoys these small moments of intimacy between you two : and gosh, your gentle and soft touches on his arms when trying to correct his posture to dig, sent shivers down his spine. He comes to your matches every. single. time. (if he’s free, of course, because Blue Lock’s taking a lot of his time, unfortunately), a huge, proud grin on his face as he saw you celebrating your victory with your teammates. You look so good with your hair tied (he’s the one who tied them for you, short or long hair, he doesn’t care, don’t want them to disturb you while you’re playing, do we ?) and your game jersey, he can’t help but takes a picture of this specific moment and making it his wallpaper. When you both come home from your game, you’re going to be treated like royalty. Running you a bath ? Bet. Cooking your favorite plate ? Obviously ! (He’s gonna try, no promises, though). Helping you stretch ? You name it, he’s doing it.

"I’m proud of you, baby.", he whispered, kissing your temple while you were both in the bathtub; surrounded by warm and relaxing water. He looked at your tense shoulders, gentle hands massaging them. "Want me to kiss it better ?"

NAGI SEISHIRO always finishs with bruised fingers, muttering under his breath how your sport sucks and is painful. A real crybaby. And he immediately asks you, in return, to cuddle with him, since he’s too injured to do anything else (you literally hurt his fingers, he can’t play properly anymore ?? You’ve got some audacity.). He definitely prefers to play with his feet, so it’s, unfortunately, extremely hard to train with him around. He told you he won’t play volleyball with you ever again (too much efforts anyway), and definitely refuses to see any match with you. But when you come home with several hematomas, therapy straps around your fingers, he just lets out a deep, disapproving sigh, immediately walking towards you and turning off his phone. He takes your hand in his, pressing gentle and soft kisses on your bruised knuckles and fingers tips, before engulfing you in a bear hug. It often leads with cuddles on the couch, both of you lying on the soft pillows, legs tangled together. Nagi always wake-up, carrying you to bed with a huff, as carefully as possible. When you’re peacefully sleeping in your shared bed, he sits down next to you, smoothly playing with some strands of your hair. These are the only times he’s going to be the big spoon; gently embracing you from behind with his toned arms, not wanting to harm you even more. Nuzzling in your neck, and peppering it with butterfly kisses as he joined you in your oh-so-deserved sleep. The following morning, you were smiling like a dork when you saw Nagi with two tickets in his hand : he bought places for the two of you to a volleyball match, a professional game, with the top-ranked players all around the world.

"Sei’, you didn’t ?!"

"I did. But don’t think I like your lil’ sport or something. Just thought you would like it."

"I definitely like it. Thank you, Sei. I love you so much."

He bit his inside cheek to keep a smile from crawling its way to his lips.

KUON WATARU took interest in your sport rather quickly, his face distorted in pain when he saw professional players receiving a 120kph ball with their forearms, without any protection. He’s always asking so much questions, such as "why aren’t they wearing knee pads ?? He’s gonna burn his skin, he’s dumb", or "your teammate should’ve sent you the ball. There wasn’t any opponent where you were, it was a stupid idea to send the ball on the left… yeah, there was a - what’s the name again ? - oh yeah, a middle ready to block them." He’s constantly judging other players, putting you on a pedestal. You’re the best player in the world in his eyes, and no one can change his mind. He’s always urging you to buy new knee & elbow pads when they’re a slightly bit damaged (actually, he’s not urging you to buy them. He’s directly buying them for you), he doesn’t want to take any risk when it comes to your safety or your body health. Speaking of body health, he’s the one who’s going to patch you up after each practice, scolding you for your lack of caring towards your own body. But he actually likes to play beach volleyball with you, you two make a good team ! He’s proud to brag about your volleyball skills to his friends each time he has the opportunity to do so.

"Good serve, babe !" You ran to Wataru to celebrate his fresh ace, the opponents sighing because of their mistake. You kissed his cheek, proud.

"The student has surpassed the teacher, I guess", he answered with a cocky grin.

"Clearly not."

#blue lock x reader #blue lock #bllk #bllk x reader #blue lock Nagi #nagi x reader #Chigiri x reader #Kuon Wataru x reader #Kuon x reader #Kuon bllk #Kuon blue lock #Nagi blue lock #Nagi Seishiro #nagi seishiro x reader #Chigiri hyoma #Chigiri hyoma x reader #blue lock imagines

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emotionallychargedtowel · 1 year ago

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That post about Higuchi Kouhei and his cat got me thinking about some other tokusatsu-to-BL pipeline actors that are on current or recent BLs, so I thought I'd do a screenshot post about Kamen Rider Revice, a recent toku series that features two lead actors who star in current BLs, plus an actor in a smaller role who was part of a side couple in a BL series that recently completed a second season.

The main character of Revice is Igarashi Ikki, played by Maeda Kentaro, currently playing Ohara Yamato in I Can't Reach You. His siblings are very central to the story as well--by the end of the series, the story is centered around his whole family. Ikki's younger brother Daiji is played by Hyuga Wataru, currently playing Yamasuge Ryuiji in If It's With You.

Here they are having a bath in the opening credits for the show (the Igarashi family runs a public bath house).

I should say at the outset that I can't entirely recommend Revice, especially to folks who don't already have some tokusatsu-watching under their belts. It's a hot mess in a lot of ways. But it does have some really outstanding highlights. The best aspects of the series, in my book, were:

Kagerou (Daiji's demonic alter ego),

George Karizaki (my beloved),

Igarashi Sakura/Kamen Rider Jeanne (the most formidable female Rider I've seen in any series in the franchise), and

the relationship between Sakura and Natsuki Hana (a rare example of a convincing Sapphic ship in a franchise well known for "heated drama between men").

I'm not going to get into 2 and 3 here, as tempting as that would be, but I'll include as much of 4 as time/space permits.

It might seem weird that I'm not recommending a series with some of my favorite characters in the entire Kamen Rider franchise AND a relationship between girls that is a hair's breadth from being canonically queer. It's just too much of a trainwreck to endorse as a whole. But as I said, the highlights are really something.

One of the biggest issues I had with Revice was that Ikki, the protagonist, just isn't a very compelling character. As a result I don't think Maeda Kentaro really got to show the range of his acting abilities in this series. (This just makes me more curious to see him in ICRY. From the excerpts I've seen so far, it seems like he shows a really different side of himself.)

Maeda appreciators might still enjoy the many determined faces and creepy smiles he gets to dish out in this series. Here's a sampling.

It's possible they'll want to look away when he starts doing things like this, though.

Fans of both Maeda and Hyuga might enjoy some of their scenes fighting side by side, including doing their various henshin poses (the moves they do before they transform into their masked Rider forms).

Or when they do things like this bonkers flying kick.

Thankfully, Daiji is a more interesting character than Ikki, so Revice gave Hyuga some more challenging things to do. I thought Hyuga also just really made the most of every opportunity the show presented to him. He was seriously impressive. This is the reason I was sold on IIWY the moment I saw the announcement about it based solely on Hyuga's involvement.

Here's a sampling of Hyuga as Daiji.

In addition to playing Daiji, Hyuga also played Kagerou, Daiji's aforementioned demonic alter ego. Kagerou was formed from thoughts and emotions that Daiji repressed. The biggest of these was his resentment toward Ikki. But apparently Daiji had also been repressing a desire to be a somewhat gender non-conforming goth, because that's Kagerou's other raison d'etre.

In some ways, it's hard to imagine a character more different from Ryuji. If they have anything in common, it's the fact that they both place a high value on honesty.

One other thing that's worth noting about Hyuga's work on Revice is that he was only 17 when the show premiered. He showed major dramatic range in this part, not only playing two very different characters but doing everything from low-key nuanced scenes to bombastic high drama. Not to mention the stunts! Doing all of this at 17 is seriously remarkable.

Now for our bonus dude! There's a secret evil-fighting organization called Weekend that secretly keeps tabs on the Igarashi family for years before coming out of hiding to join the big central battle of the series. One of the Weekend operatives is Ushijima Hikaru.

Look familiar? Maybe not, he didn't make faces like this on his BL series.

How about now? Yep, it's Oku Tomoya, who plays Hanabusa Asuka on both seasons of Minato Shouji Coin Laundry.

Oku has some big scenes and interesting moments in Revice. He does some romantic pining, goes through big-time loss, does quite a bit of martial-arts sparring, gets seriously injured, and more. He even gets to henshin a few times. Here he is getting ready to do just that with Sakura and Hana. Those Weekend uniforms are pretty hardcore in a 70s flight attendant sort of way, but I feel like Oku really sells it here.

While we're on the subject of Sakura and Hana, I feel like I can't mention their relationship without including some moments where their story came particularly close to tipping into full-on yuri.

If you're going to do an enemies-to-lovers story, why not make them full-on superhero nemeses?

The word "date" might not technically get used by the characters, but there's no mistaking that the amusement park hangout Sakura invites Hana on--while she is still a fully-functioning bad guy, I might add--is definitely a date.

Most of the time when a Rider beats their nemesis for the final time they don't hold each other tenderly in the sunset.

By the end of the series, they're in a big tub together at the Igarashi's bath house.

There are tons more examples but you get the idea. If this isn't borderline-yuri I don't know what is.

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I feel like I’ve seen a couple of people being a little disappointed at Eichi still talking about how he admires Wataru and idolises him (aka I made a Twitter account just to keep track of the tour translations and was subjected to Twitter opinions for the first time) and at first I sort of agreed, but then I thought about it more.

I think, if anything, Wataru would find it comforting that Eichi still views him like that, in the same way that the inverse impression (Mrs Hidaka’s belittling) is comforting too. Wataru fears rejection and as somewhat relieving as he may find someone who doesn’t deem him a natural genius already high above any level anyone around can reach putting him down for once, his fear of rejection that’s the reason he keeps up endless facades is probably going to rear its head there.

Anyway, the point I was actually trying to make here before I got carried away is that to still frequently hear that Eichi, who’s known him for a long time and seen many different sides of Wataru- has seen beneath the mask, witnessed unpleasant situations, misunderstood and rejected him himself- still adores and admires him is probably an endless relief and reassurance. No matter what version of ‘himself’ he tries to discover or enact, Eichi still looks at him with wonder. He’s safe from rejection with Eichi.

Idk, just having wataei thoughts. And of course intense feelings about Wataru’s mindset. The usual :) edit: just read this back and it’s barely comprehensible but i am too tired to edit it so good luck

#aka my mother tried to talk to me this evening and it reminded me why I relate to wataru so hard #let me not use my talents. let me do what I want without it being a ‘waste of my abilities’#ugh. anyway #wataei #Wataru Hibiki #enstars #ensemble stars

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hexfloog · 4 months ago

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07/27/2024 - Chapter 1/???

Mild content warning for language and disturbing imagery.

Also posted on AO3 if you prefer to read on their platform~

day six

Conan's eyes drifted towards the badge on the table. He tilted his head, presumably in an effort to read the upside-down characters, and idly drummed his fingers until he could make them out.

"Sergeant Wataru Takagi?" he scoffed.

Takagi watched him closely. For the last half-hour the world outside had ceased to exist; Conan and himself were all there was, confined together until Mouri-san returned. The habitual, incessant click of nails against steel reminded him of suspects who couldn't stop flicking their lighters in the hot seat. It was a coping mechanism, music to soothe the savage beast, subconscious and damning, but Conan lacked the usual apprehension of someone who knew they were in deep trouble.

"You’ve never told us what your official rank is before. That's one rung below inspector, isn't it?" he continued. "Nice job, Takagi-keiji, they'll make a good ol' boy out of you yet," he crooned.

He ignored it, instead trying to put words to the disquiet. Names disperse the fog of the unknown, he recited. But did he really even know anything to begin with? Conan was an enigma: a proven child decidedly unchildlike, some contradictory performance of amateurism and expertise. And it had always been like that, of course, but here in this cold, metal box… it was different, somehow. It felt sinister.

Surely he was being toyed with, manipulated and used as he often was as a convenient pawn with police privileges, but he suspected that this time it was not in pursuit of justice. And certainly not in service of benign curiosity.

Toyed with. Yes, that was it.

The room seemed to darken. He was suddenly cognizant of the M60 resting in the holster hidden behind the flap of his coat, pressing into him like a ready hand on his waist.

“I'm not anxious, if that's what you're thinking," Conan smirked, as if to answer his thoughts. "Are you?"

Takagi's eyes widened. He shifted his jaw and accidentally swallowed the mint he'd had stuck between his cheek and molar. After the discomfort subsided, he quietly cursed no longer having a distraction to cull the effects of his ruminating.

Just over his shoulder, the clock struck four. Sweat collected on his brow and he wished he hadn't forgotten his water at home.

"You know something," his voice finally cracked.

"I know a lot of things," Conan jeered.

"Okay," Takagi ventured, "then tell me all you know about the whereabouts of--"

The square in his back pocket suddenly buzzed to life. He hid it well, but it had the same effect as someone putting ice down his back on a slow day, a rude awakening from the procedural tunnel-vision.

Deflecting the look of disappointment from Conan, he traded his lull for focus again and turned away to check his messages.

You need a warrant.

He stopped himself from making a noise should anyone hear it and typed his response.

doesn't it count as a wellness check?

This is a little more than a welfare check and you know it. Don't get us into any shit.

He knit his brow.

suggestions? loopholes? Sorry, but that's it. Mouri-kun won't let me keep going without going through the proper channels. that's not like him. It's how it is.

He spared a glance at Conan, who was studying him fiercely. He grimaced.

Shiratori-san might jerk him off about a lot of things, but not this. He was right: it wasn't his place to instigate, especially without probable cause. All he had was a cryptic, anonymous tip, a hysterical ‘witness,’ and a gut feeling. Edogawa Conan killed Kudou Shinichi, the caller insisted. When he scolded them not to pull pranks on the police, he was cut off. He knows a thing or two about what happened to the girl who disappeared, too . That was three days ago.

It was an outlandish claim that couldn't possibly hold water. Would anyone be so eager to investigate such an absurd tip? He didn’t really believe it himself. Frankly, that he was even entertaining it at all was a little embarrassing– well, embarrassing enough that he was being careful not to proceed officially.

That said, he was quickly learning that bureaucratic inconvenience only kindled his curiosity. Absurd as it was, Conan himself was absurd, was he not? Case after case, he had proven himself intelligent and formidable…calculating, even. Genius was capable of both great and terrible things. And he couldn't speak for the others, but he'd noticed time and time again that he seemed to know how to play a Machiavellian game and win.

Perhaps the caller had noticed, too. The warning had come to him directly, after all - they had bypassed the official tip line and called his extension. That probably stood for something and it was a detail he couldn’t ignore.

Still, gut feelings and hunches were mere embers against the fires of doubt. And as Shiratori-san had pointed out, he had no authority to fan the flames…yet.

He looked back to his phone.

okay. but one more thing can you ask around 5-chome for kudou shinichi? just if anyone's seen him recently. off the record

When there was no immediate reply, he hastily– and begrudgingly– tacked on another text.

i’ll grab lunch next week.

What's this about, Takagi? I’m off today. Why didn't you run this by Sato or Megure instead?

The phone snapped shut in his palm before he could really think about doing it. Or before Shiratori-san could agree to taking his lunch money.

He caught Conan’s watchful eye in the next moment and puffed his chest out, suddenly awash with a sense of injustice. The answer was obvious, wasn’t it? Ayumi-chan had disappeared, and if Kudou-kun could be declared officially missing too, then he just wanted to find them, right?

The sound of his own voice startled him. "Where is Kudou Shinichi?”

Conan canted his head, surprised by his audacity. An ominous, knowing smile crept across his face.

"In here," he offered, thumping his chest. "With me."

Takagi’s skin prickled. He sounded so sure of himself. Too sure of himself, actually, for having given such a baffling non-answer. Was he just wasting his time?

“I’m not playing around, Conan-kun,” he warned.

"And I am?” he fired back. “How can you know ? Maybe I am telling the truth. Can you prove it?"

"Don't--"

"Get real,” he growled, cutting him off. “I'm not a suspect. And you can't make me tell you anything, either."

"Well, no," Takagi admitted, suppressing a nervous chuckle. The grip on his phone slackened some and in the same moment he became aware he had been squeezing it like a stress ball. He rotated it in his hands, its rounded corners and worn finish warm in his palm. "You can't be a suspect if there is no crime. But you are a person of interest, especially if you have something to tell that would hint at one."

It would've been funnier if their circumstances were different, but part of him was relieved Conan had said the quiet part out loud first. And maybe he’d realized it too when he shot him a stuffy little pout instead of mouthing off right away, a jarringly childish gesture that betrayed his otherwise cruel demeanor.

There was a silent, mutual understanding that they both knew the jig was up, and yet…

“Okay,” Conan grumbled, shoving his hands under his armpits, “what exactly are you accusing me of, here?”

“I never accused you of anything,” Takagi assured him, “but you did say you ‘know things.’ Can you tell me those things?”

“Pee is stored in the balls.”

“... Conan-kun. ”

Conan rolled his eyes, folding his arms tighter across his chest. “In some countries, over two-hundred policemen die in the line of duty. By contrast, law enforcement agencies can account for over one-thousand civilian deaths annually. How do you think the public feels about the cops when they either kill or keel over instead of doing their jobs?” he huffed, glowering at his captor from just above the rim of his glasses.

He clearly meant to provoke him, but oddly, Takagi was randomly struck with the thought that he had never had a direct line of sight to Conan-kun’s eyes before. He was spellbound by the unique color, a shade of mahogany peeking out from behind the glare of his lenses. Huh. What did Conan just say to him? He didn’t hear it. He’d forgotten what he’d wanted to say, too. Mahogany? That was a unique color. All his years of looking at lineups and he couldn’t think of a single person who had had anything close. What kind of lineage did someone need to have to inherit red-tinted eyes? That seemed a bit off, didn’t it?

He kept looking. He thought of space photography and the fantastical pictures of nebulae he sometimes saw in magazines, red clouds of dust in the ether.

Soon, he was cognizant of the pressure in his teeth, the involuntary clenching of his jaws. The skin around his eyes felt tight… but he couldn’t look away. The nebulae exploded into rivers of blood and the stardust of lost worlds, swirling into the reddest cacophony he’d ever imagined.

Now his eyeballs stung. He couldn’t blink. He wanted to stop, but… nothing would listen. Instead, his mind was swimming upstream, battling against rapids he couldn’t remember falling into. He’d not moved from his chair in almost an hour, but his bones ached like he’d been training relentlessly for weeks… useless all the same.

Stop. Stop! Why couldn’t he stop? His lungs were on fire. Blood ignited like gasoline in his veins, soot choked his throat and every breath was a gulp of acetone stripping him raw from the inside out. His vision blurred, pulsating in rhythm with the heat traveling through his fingers, and yet… he could still see them … and they could surely still see him …

God, what was happening??

Conan suddenly erupted into hideous laughter, ripping Takagi unceremoniously from his trance. Visions of fire and brimstone ceased the moment he was allowed to blink, with barely a second to recover before being addressed again.

“Takagi-keiji,” Conan sneered, his tone dark and domineering, “so what if you find Ayumi-chan? Or Shinichi-niichan, for that matter?”

Leaning forward, he splayed his fingers across the table, dragging out the metallic slide of nails against steel as they uncurled from his fists. “Do you think if you pick up all of Ayumi-chan’s teeth, they'll promote you to Inspector?” he grinned.

The silence hung just long enough for Takagi to recover some of his faculties, but he was too dazed to respond. There were echoes of something in his head… phantom sensations all across his body like flies on his skin… but ultimately, Conan got to watch as the police sergeant, his face a crinkle of puzzlement, examined his hands and the floor beneath his feet as if he were seeing them for the first time.

That moment of respite, too, was ripped from him when the door suddenly crashed open. Mouri Kogoro burst into the sterile interrogation room, his expression a rough amalgamation of recently-dormant paternal instincts that hadn’t seen use since Ran-san was Conan’s age.

He spared neither of them any formalities. “Wait outside,” he growled, fidgeting with the stale cigarette in his mouth. Conan didn’t fuss and excused himself without another word.

“Detective,” Kogoro started, “I don’t appreciate being lured away so you can… do whatever the hell with the kid behind my back.” He waved his hands for emphasis. “I’m still this brat’s legal guardian. And brats have rights, whether I like it or not.”

Takagi still wasn’t at one-hundred percent, but he could read the discontent in Kogoro’s body language well enough. Unfortunately, the most he could do was bumble out a slurred, “No, of course not…”

“What the hell is this all about, anyway?” he demanded. “Not only do you trick me into leaving the kid alone with you for questioning , but you sicced Shiratori on me too? To get permission after the fact?”

He bit down on the cigarette, studying Takagi and his somewhat disoriented manner, expecting him to defend himself.

“...I got a tip,” he finally admitted.

“Tip? Tip for what?”

“We’re looking for two individuals. Yoshida Ayumi and Kudou Shinichi.”

Kogoro almost laughed. The familiarity of both names spurred something in him, but not enough to change any opinions. “And who’s your tipster?”

“Anonymous.”

“Oh, of course.”

Takagi hesitated. "They mentioned Conan-kun by name."

Kogoro sighed. “Tell me you’re not taking this seriously,” he pleaded. “Surely you realize how ridiculous a claim that is. The kid is seven .”

He didn’t answer right away. He was talking to the man who, probably better than anyone, could testify to just how abnormal a seven year-old Conan was, which– prior to the conversation he had just had with him– was really the only thing lending this ‘tip’ any credibility. He didn’t have anything tangible and was banking on Kogoro being a little more cooperative about it on that basis.

“It would be irresponsible to ignore it.”

Kogoro nearly exploded. “Irresponsible? My god, man. It’s a fucking joke. That Kudou brat fucked off months ago and kids endanger themselves all the time. Suggesting Conan or any other brat his age had anything to do with either of them disappearing is ludicrous.”

Takagi steeled himself for the next part. “Mouri-san, won’t you please just answer a few questions about–”

“No, no, I don’t think you get it, Takagi-keiji,” Kogoro snapped. “I’m not answering any questions and I’m sure as hell not going to let you rope the kid into whatever illicit investigation you’ve got underway here.” He stole a glance at the one-way mirror off to their side. “Does the Inspector know about this?”

He didn’t answer.

Kogoro inhaled slowly and plucked the cigarette from his mouth, rolling the chewed filter between his fingers. “I urge you to reconsider this before you’re forced to live with the shame of chasing a false lead,” he warned.

The door slammed shut. The noise seemed to scare off the last of his daze.

Fingers on his temples, Takagi deliberated in silence before checking his phone again out of habit. There was an unread message from Shiratori.

FYI, Mouri-san’s going back. Said he ‘figured it out.’

Thanks for the heads-up , he thought bitterly.

Still feeling the shame of their conversation turned sour, he eventually slunk back to his desk with his head lowered, trying to make himself seem as small as possible. He thought he heard the usual hecklers call out for his attention but ignored them, marching steadfast against the crowd of more sensible people who knew when to call it a day and into the open room that housed his little corner of the world. He practically fell into his chair.

While he didn’t exactly have a window seat, he did have a respectable view of the street below and, as he sat there brooding, eventually caught a glimpse of Mouri-san and Conan-kun heading off in the direction of the nearest station.

One by one, his coworkers filed home as day faded into night. But he didn’t move, instead thinking of death in its infinite groanings, of disease and car accidents and six year-olds buried alive. Monsters snuffed out hope by turning man on their fellow man. Names disperse the fog of the unknown.

He picked up his phone, readied a notepad, and dialed.

I haven’t noticed anything myself, but I don’t see him as often as you might think, Agasa confessed. But if it helps, Detective, the children– Mitsuhiko-kun, Genta-kun, Ai–kun– seem to have been treating him differently ever since Ayumi-kun disappeared.

Interesting. Inspired by his statement, he thanked him for his time and hurriedly scrolled through his text history with Shiratori for a phone number.

Streaks of fire thinned into wisps of starlight as the sun finally retreated under the horizon.

Yes, Kobayashi confessed. He’s… changed.

How so? he pressed.

Well, for lack of a better word, he’s mean. Even worse– he knows it, and he doesn’t care if you know it, too.

Takagi thanked her for her time, too, and– perhaps subconsciously empathizing with her– apologized for her experience and wished her a good night.

He leaned back and idly observed the twinkling cityscape outside. Bribing the kids out to a group interview with free food wasn’t a bad idea… it might be difficult to arrange without tipping off Conan, but spending his lunch money on the children had the added benefit of keeping it from Shiratori-san.

He had one last number to call but, after the explosive afternoon, was hardly enthused to follow through. Still, he wanted to go home. Chiba-kun had been hyping up the wrestling finals all week, and though he had joked that the night of the match would end up being the night he’d need to pull overtime after an otherwise smooth week, he really had meant it as a joke. With lips pursed, his thoughts rumbling about how these calls never got any easier, he dialed the number.

After the longest ten seconds of his life, he finally heard the click of the receiver being picked up.

“Ah, Mouri-san! It’s T–”

“Kogoro-no-ojisan can’t come to the phone right now,” came an all-too familiar, sickly-sweet voice. “Can I take a message?”

A breath hitched in his throat. Subconsciously, his fingers hooked under his collar and began to loosen his tie while his brain scrambled for words. “...Conan-kun,” he managed.

“May I ask who’s calling?”

He exhaled slowly, careful to keep it quiet, suspicious he may have just been reciting lines on Kogoro’s instructions and that he was actually supervising him from nearby. “...Conan-kun, it’s Detective Takagi,” he tried. “Please put Mouri-san on the phone.”

“Kogoro-no-ojisan can’t come to the phone right now, Sergeant Takagi.”

“Fine,” he conceded. “Then tell him the MPD wants to ask him a few more questions about his connections to Yoshida Ayumi and Kudou Shinichi.”

A door shut somewhere in the background. Before he could get another word in, Conan’s tune changed on a dime.

“Little boy blue, come blow your horn,” he whispered. “The sheep’s in the meadow, the cow’s in the corn. But where is the boy, who looks after the sheep? He’s under a haystack, fast asleep.”

Takagi wrinkled his nose and exhaled sharply, this time hoping it would be audible on the other side.

“What did I tell you earlier?” Conan scowled, speaking freely now. “This is a fool’s errand. Stop now before you have to–” he giggled– “ live with the shame of chasing a false lead. ”

False lead… had he been listening to their conversation–

He yelped at the sudden, unmistakable sensation of something wet in his ear. Startled, he tugged at the cord so hard the whole unit jumped a foot closer to him, its illuminated keypad taunting him like eyes in the dark. A rough grimace turned his face. The office had emptied out hours ago, but it didn’t stop him from glaring daggers at the surrounding desks, the receiver awkwardly held at arm’s length as if he were holding a snake.

Once the adrenaline wore off, he brought the phone back under the light of his desk lamp for closer examination. But it was dry… and so was his face. Had he imagined it?

He padded his temple with a finger and felt his way down to his evening stubble. Nothing.

Anxiously, he placed his ear to the receiver again, fully expecting another assault on his senses, but was instead met with the droning monotone of a disconnected line. Perplexed, he hastily shoved the phone back into its cradle.

He… What the fuck?

Muscle memory took the wheel. He switched off his light, slouched in his chair, and gazed slack-jawed into the darkness above him, tired eyes adjusting to an unenviable view of the drop ceiling.

In a moment of desperation, he briefly considered hitting redial to see if he’d get Mouri-san this time. It crossed his mind he might be a little nuts.

Maybe he’d be better off just starting over tomorrow.

#writing #dcmk #evil conan au #fanfic #wataru takagi #queue

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lateraniansweets · 1 year ago

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Night Train

next ->

ao3 || little sun m.list

warnings: semi-graphic description of corpses

notes: shinkansen = bullet trains. train routes and railway companies don't refer to shinkansen as bullet trains so i decided to refer to them as shinkansen.

Only one person in the jujutsu world knew of Wataru’s existence. His name was Nishitani Yū, grade 1 sorcerer and more importantly, Wataru's godfather.

He died a week ago at age forty-seven leaving behind a grieving wife and two daughters. He died not because of a curse—surprisingly enough, but because of a sudden heart attack while out grocery shopping.

You missed out on both the wake and funeral, having only been made aware of his death yesterday. It’s likely that you wouldn’t have even known he died had it not been for his wife going through his work phone. Though, even if you had known you wouldn’t have attended either.

Wataru’s eerily silent as he stares at the Nishitani family grave. “Mom,” he looks up at you, tiredly rubbing his eyes, “can we go back now?”

“Have you said goodbye to Gramps yet?”

His eyes widen and turns to the gravestone, “Bye gramps,” he bows, then turns to you, “Can we go home now?”

“Mhm,” you nod, wiping away the sweat from his forehead and running a hand through his feathery soft hair. Gently, you pinch his cheek and ask with a teasing smile on your face: “Want me to carry you-”

“Mom!” he shakes his head, nose scrunching up as he insists that he’s too old for that now. Still, he doesn’t struggle when you pick him up despite his complaints. Wordlessly, Wataru adjusts himself in your hold, looping his arms and legs around you like a koala. You press a kiss on his crown, giggling as he buries his face in the crook of your neck.

Pulling over the hood of his jacket you turn to the grave.

“Thank you, Nishitani-san.”

Thank you for saving me back then.

Thank you for looking out for me all these years.

Thank you for keeping Wataru a secret.

With that, you and Wataru leave the cemetery and begin your long trek home.

By train, the trip from Tokyo to Hamada takes around eight or nine hours, the round trip would take at least, fifteen to sixteen hours if you didn’t make stopovers to eat or rest. The overnight route was even longer, with seven stops and sixteen hours of travel time but it was safer than staying overnight.

Curses in Tokyo are far stronger than those back in Hamada, running into a 2nd grade would be a death sentence and curses aren’t even the only threat. Curse users and sorcerers come to mind, with Sa–Gojo Satoru around they’ve become less of a threat over the years but they’re still a threat nonetheless. Coming to Tokyo entailed too many risks and too many unknowns. It’s one of the reasons why you didn’t want to come to pay your respects anyway, the other reason being – no. Don’t think about it. Out of sight out of mind. Breathe. Breathe. —still, you made the trip because Wataru deserved to say goodbye to his Grandpa Yū.

7:39 PM.

The train arrives and you board the train, still carrying a sleeping Wataru. The trip and the overstimulation from being in such a busy city had exhausted your boy.

After setting him down, and zipping up his jacket you breathe , releasing the breath you’d been holding for the past four or so hours. The air conditioning in the rail car dries the sweat on your back, leaving behind a chill. You slump down on your seat, exhaustion sinking into your bones as you take out your phone to look at the time.

7:41 PM.

An automated voice comes over the PA system announcing that the train will be leaving the station.

You glance at Wataru curled up in his seat and take off your coat to drape over his sleeping form. “Goodnight, beautiful boy.” You press a kiss on his forehead, falling asleep soon after you do so.

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Satoru likes to think that he holds a valid semi-unbiased opinion of the Kyoto school as an institution of jujutsu. Sure, he disliked the school’s insistence on keeping things traditional —which is kinda expected considering the near-iron grip the higher-ups had on that place, he has some semblance of faith in the sister school’s competency in exorcising curses. After all, Kyoto Jujutsu High was one of only two jujutsu schools in Japan and a cornerstone of jujutsu society as a whole.

So how?

How did they let this happen?

He’d read and reread the incident report—God! They took the time to write an incident report!—again and again just wondering how ?

How did they fuck up this bad?

Satoru huffs, rereading the piece of paper for the nth time.

At 8:32 PM three second-year students from Kyoto Metropolitan Curse Technical College (God, the official name’s such a handful.) along with their managerial chauffeur to Taikawa East Park to exorcise a group of curses, estimated to all be around Grade 2 and lower.

9:01 PM. The group arrived at the park and prepared to cast a veil but were attacked before being able to do so.

9:13 PM. Two of the three students and their chauffeur were killed by a Grade 1 curse unincluded in the intel provided to the group. The third student buys time for backup.

9:47 PM. Backup arrives however the curse had already gotten away just seconds ago by clinging onto a passing shinkansen .

Casualti–He crumples up the report and tosses it to the side, he didn’t need to read that part to know that that part of the report would be sugarcoated.

They did the same thing years ago with the incident involving Haibara Yu.

Kiyotaka Ijichi glances at him from the rearview mirror, brows furrowed in worry before returning his eyes to the road. Satoru couldn’t really tell if it was because of the current situation or just his usual face.

The car comes to a sudden halt, and Ijichi turns to him. “We’re here.” He says and Satoru nods, opening the car door and typing a quick text to his students’ group chat.

The Best Teacher: Mission’s almost done! Will be getting some Kyo Baum after! o( > ᗜ < )o ₊˚⊹♡ Sent: 22:55

Kyoto Station is uncharacteristically empty save for the occasional sorcerer because of the veil covering the entire station. They managed to get the train stopped with—the completely bullshitted, excuse of a gas leak.

A sorcerer whose name he doesn’t bother to remember brings him up to date with the situation. Satoru read it all in the report so he just tunes her out but he doesn’t miss the light implication that it was the students’ fault in her words. He’ll stay silent on that part and let Utahime handle the higher-ups involved aftermath of her students’ failed mission.

The train sits idly by the platform cursed energy oozing out of it.

“Most of the civilians are accounted for,” The sorcerer states, gesturing to the passed-out civilians scattered along the platform.

“Most?”

She clicks her tongue, “There was a stampede inside the train, we can’t clear out the cars with the bodies in the way, and we can’t exorcise the curse because of said bodies either. Whoever’s still unaccounted for is likely dead. ” From the corner of his eyes, he could see a few sorcerers grouped together with their cursed tools and shinigami at the ready.

He sends them a glare, hidden by the bandages covering his eyes and silently, curses the higher-ups for dragging him into this mess because ‘he was in the area’. This little siege between the curse and these sorcerers is a waste of time and resources. This could’ve all been over at that park had backup arrived faster.

Maybe he should use this incident as teaching material, record some videos, and pair them up with the final mission report. How not to perform an exorcism, how to defeat a curse with civilians involved and all that fun stuff. At the end of the lesson, he’ll give a quiz.

Yeah, a quiz would be good, he hasn’t given out one of those in a while.

“How long have you guys been here?”

“About an hour.” Seriously?

Judging from the cursed energy on the train, they’ve cleared less than half of the cars, it’s gonna take them all night at this rate. Do these people love overtime or something?

"I see," Satoru hums, holding himself back from laughing at their faces—he didn’t want his meeting with the higher-ups (which was supposed to be taking place right now) to have another lecture and take longer than it needed to be.

He looks at the time displayed on one of the LED screens in the platform.

It’s getting late, and Satoru wants to go back to his hotel and take a nap. He should get this mess over with. They’ve cleared out less than half the cars already so this shouldn’t take long for him anyways.

I guess, I’ll just get Kyo Baum tomorrow.

Wordlessly, he warps himself into the train and gets to work.

Despite sorcerer-who's-name-he-didn't-bother-to-learn's child blaming passive-aggressive yapping she was at least telling the truth about the bodies.

Corpses, some of their limbs twisted unnaturally and their articles of clothing were littered all over the cars he went through. However, thanks to his infinity he was spared from the strenuous, time-consuming and slightly disturbing task of getting the bodies out of the way.

He’s made his way to the fifth car facing little to no resistance on his way. It was a little odd but he’s seen enough to know that the curse is a) trying to run away after sensing his cursed energy or b) it’s with the unaccounted passengers sucking the life out of them or c) both!

Guess he’ll know once he opens this door.

This would be car number…four? Three? He’s lost count already.

Damn, that kinda matters.

The curse’s cursed energy’s so damn potent here. It’s disgusting, putrid and…there’s something else, something different. It’s…familiar, eerily so but he can’t put his finger on why exactly.

“Plea–” A shriek and a crash, the train shakes and Satoru’s brought back to the present.

“Please!” A voice cries out, it’s of a young boy’s. “Help!” Satoru’s grip on the sliding door’s handle tightens, knuckles turning white as he braces himself to enter.

The curse roars.

Thud!

“Mister, please! ” The boy sobs, “I-I know you’re there Mister!” Satoru freezes, what do you mean by that?

“Please! M-my mom! S-she’s—” he chokes out a sob.

Satoru takes a sharp breath and slams the door open. The curse roars at him, the intruder and lunges at him to attack but…

“Red.”

…it’s blown away before it could.

The curse is instantly vaporized upon Red’s impact.

There’s a moment of silence as the boy stares at him wide-eyed, simultaneously afraid and amazed.

“Thank..” the boy heaves as he shakily gets on his feet. “...you…”

The boy looked to be around five or six years old but what truly caught Satoru’s (six) eyes was the kid’s cursed energy. He has a lot like a lot, lot and it’s in disarray, free flowing and… familiar.

“...mister.” The boy finishes and looks up at him, the hood of his jacket falling to reveal white feathery close-cropped hair and—

Satoru freezes, eyes widening like he’s been hit with the full force of his domain expansion.

His eyes.

That kid’s eyes.

He forces himself to breathe, to keep his shit together as a pair of the legendary six eyes, a pair that shouldn’t exist stares through at him.

“Mister…?”

“Who…” he choked out, blue meeting blue, “who are you?”

unrelated notes: hhhhhhhhhhhh exploding gege and myself with my mind im so tired. drowning in schoolwork but ill try to get the second chapter started and maybe halfway it by next week hhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

#gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #satoru x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #^littlesun

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