#hypmic x reader angst

[seangelfish]

Matching keychains

Ramuda Amemura x Reader

Genre/s: Angst (no comfort)

Word count: 2,788

Plot/Summary: This feeling has always been lingering in the back of his mind, but he knew that this can't last forever. Despite loving you for so long, he finally decides to let you go.

A/N: I recommend you listen to the instrumental of Buster Bros' Re:start whilst reading this as I was listening to it whilst writing this and honestly, it made the angst 10x worse! I might continue this fic because I actually really like it, and I love Ramuda so why not?

[I love Hypmic so much and I've always wanted to write fics surrounding the franchise, but I'm still pretty new to it, so please bare with me on how I portray these characters. I'm trying my hardest to make these accurate to the character as possible. Thank you for understanding and I hope you enjoy reading!]

There was something important that you needed to get done today and it involved you visiting the most popular toy shop in Shibuya. This city was known for its shopping let alone its vast entertainment, fashion, and restaurants, so this task was bound to be easy for you!

You stepped inside the building in awe at the wide range of plushies. They ranged from big to small, from animals to people to even little accessories for them as well! You were already tempted to get something for yourself, but that wasn't the reason why you were here.

You wondered around the shop trying to find a specific item in stock. It was extremely crowded, so you ended up bumping into a lot of other customers.

Hmm, where could it be? you thought to yourself, already overwhelmed. It should be here...!

Thankfully, a shop assistant caught your eye and helped you find the item that you were looking for. Once you were shown the selection of plushie keychains, your worries disappeared just like that. You thanked the worker profusely.

You giggled to yourself as you picked up the two matching bunny keychains. One was pink whilst the other one was white. Both bunnies were wearing bows of the other's colour. It was so cute!

"Ramuda would love this!" you chirped.

Yes, the sole reason you came to this particular area was to buy a little gift for your boyfriend, Ramuda. You saw the two plushies advertised on your Twitter feed and instantly thought of him. You thought it would be so cute to have matching keychains with the love of your life!

You exited the store happily with the plushies you just bought. You can't wait to surprise Ramuda with them, and it was a perfect day to do so because he had asked you to meet up with him this evening.

"I wonder what he has planned for us tonight~" you wondered excitedly.

In his shop, Ramuda was anxiously scribbling in his sketchbook, thinking of ideas on what new clothes to design but to no avail because all he could think about was you.

The page he was currently working on was now filled with messy, indescribable pencil scratches. Whatever he was doodling wasn't pretty and he knew of it. He just wanted to rip everything out, destroy everything until these feelings of his were no more.

"Are you okay?" asked Gentarou, looking at Ramuda's sketches from behind his shoulder.

And as on cue, Ramuda immediately slammed his sketchbook shut and answered cheerfully, "I'm A-OK! I'm just having art block at the moment! Nothing too serious. I'll try again later~!"

Gentarou didn't believe a second of it, but shrugged it off.

"Just so you know," Gentarou began. "You can always tell–"

Ramuda cut him off. "I'm alright," he said slowly.

He jumped up from his seat to give his usual little twirl.

"Well, I'm off to see (Y/N) now~!" he exclaimed. "She's waiting for me, so I have to be there quick! I'll be back, so you don't need to close the shop. See you later~!"

Gentarou watched his friend skip out of the shop hurriedly. Once he was gone, Dice entered.

"I just saw Ramuda run out," he stated. "He wasn't looking too good. Is he okay?"

Gentarou merely shook his head.

You idled around the park, taking in the cool breeze and the amber sunset above. It truly was a beautiful evening and you couldn't wait to spend it with Ramuda.

A thought popped into your head. You should take a picture of the plushies you bought today with the sunset in the background!

You placed the two bunnies down on one of the park's benches, positioning them together as if they were holding hands. You giggled to yourself at how embarrassing this was, but it was such a cute idea! You were thankful that the park was empty at this time.

You quickly snapped a picture and to your satisfaction, it was the most beautiful picture of a sunset you have ever taken. You couldn't wait to post this on your Instagram page with your lover tagged!

"(Y/N)!"

You could hear faint footsteps running towards you. Shoving the plushies back into your bag before Ramuda could see them, you turned around to greet your boyfriend with the brightest smile on your face.

His pace slowed down as he stopped a few metres away from you. Seeing you smile at him like that made his heart ache. He would usually match your expression, but this time, he returned your smile with a look of such emptiness that it just wasn’t hard to miss.

Your smile faded away quickly.

"Ramuda... are you okay...?"

The distance between you two was unbearable, but you knew that you weren’t permitted to cross the invisible barrier Ramuda was holding up. So, you stayed stuck to your spot, and he did too.

“(Y/N),” he repeated, but with sadness to his tone. “Remember when you asked me where my parents were… or what my childhood was like?”

You didn’t know where he was going with this.

He continued, “…or which high school I attended? Who I was before I became a fashion designer? Before The Dirty Dawg? …But I didn’t answer any of it?”

You stared at him. He wasn't the Ramuda you were used to seeing everyday. His demeanour was completely different, but it wasn't too much of a surprise to you. Sometimes, you'd catch glimpses of this other personality, but you doubt he'd ever catch you noticing it.

“…I had none of what you had, none of what the average person has had in their lives. You could even say that I did not even have a life before any of this. You may not believe me, (Y/N), but what I’m going to tell you from this point on is the truth. Unfortunately, I can’t give you too many details as it’s not in my right.”

He watched your expression, the confusion and worry on your face. You wanted to ask him why he was bringing this up now, but you continued to stay in your spot, awaiting his explanation.

As he stated before, he didn’t bring up too many details. Though, he confessed that the personality he presented to others including you was all made up – a lie. He mentioned that he wasn’t the ‘real Ramuda’ and that he could never be the real one. He told you that he merely exists for someone else, not himself, and if he were to disobey them, he would be killed. He described himself as ‘defective’ as if he was a product. He revealed why he was a massive sweet tooth as the lollipops helped him to continue living.

“And that’s why… we should break up,” he said finally. “I’m just going to cause you trouble if I continue to be with you.”

You were speechless. It was so much to take in. He had finally told you about his background, but now he was suggesting that you two should break up. You didn’t know what to say, but all you wanted to do in that moment was to touch him.

“So please–” he began.

You pulled him in, letting his chin rest on your shoulder as your other hand held his head gently. It was getting hard to breathe as tears streamed down your face. Ramuda was frozen, his eyes showing nothing but perplexity.

"I'm sorry you had to go through that all on your own," you whispered. “I’m sorry if I wasn’t too attentive or if I wasn’t there for you.”

Ramuda chuckled with some sort of annoyance.

“It’s not your fault, (Y/N). You were always there for me; I just never made those feelings known. But we need to end things now. You can never truly be happy with me for who I am and what I will have to deal with in the future. Things will get too complicated and not only will it hurt you but me as well.”

Even when he was saying all of that, his arms couldn’t help but hug you back. He couldn’t stop himself from shedding a few tears. Why did you believe him so easily? Why did you trust him so much? Why do you still care about him even after confessing that his whole character was fake?

And as if you were reading his mind, you replied, “I don’t want to end things with you. I don’t care about who you were, I just care about who you are right now… even… even if it’s a lie. I don’t care. I know how kind and passionate you are. We can easily overcome these obstacles, can we not?"

Ramuda was silent, pulling away from your embrace. He shook his head and looked at you sadly.

“(Y/N), I’m going to let you go, and so should you. This is my final decision.”

"Ramuda!"

He smirked. “I’m not going to lie though, I really do love you, and it sucks because I’m going to keep loving you.”

"Then–"

He shook his head, interrupting you. “But we can’t keep doing this. I can’t risk you getting involved and I can’t keep you from being in a better relationship. You can’t be happy with me. So, go find yourself a better man; someone that will always make you feel safe and happy… like Ichiro or something.”

Before you started dating Ramuda, you were close friends with Ichiro. This was during The Dirty Dawg days where the leaders of each division were grouped together. Your friendship with Ichiro was genuine and he was so lovely towards you. You would always laugh with him and shared each other’s stories. People often caught you together by the lake watching the sunset.

Ramuda always felt guilty that he robbed you off a beautiful relationship with Ichiro. But despite knowing your mutual feelings, he still shoved his way through the bubble you and Ichiro had together. He did all he can to pop that little bubble of yours, he’d butt into your conversations whenever he got the chance. He didn’t care whether you liked Ichiro or if Ichiro liked you back, he just wanted you to be his. He liked you too after all! And eventually, with all his attempts of breaking you two up, he succeeded.

“What?! Why are you saying that?!” you cried. "Why would you tell me to go find another lover when all I want is you?! My feelings for Ichiro are in the past now! I don't want him, I just want YOU. Why is this so difficult to understand that I don't care about who you are?!"

“(Y/N), stop!” he shouted. “I’m not going to change my mind!”

He was crying. He was crying as much as you now.

“If I didn’t get in between you two, you would’ve been in a happier relationship. You wouldn’t need to worry about me or the troubles I will cause. You wouldn’t need to worry about where he is or what he’s doing unlike me! He’s genuine and he’s real. He’s probably everything you’ve been looking for in me!” he said as he choked on his words. “I’m sorry for doing that to you two. I should’ve ignored you back then so you wouldn’t need to hear me say all this stuff now.”

The tears in your eyes wouldn't stop flowing, but you were also getting fed up with him. You just wanted to reason with him. You didn’t want to end things like this, not now and not ever.

“I said I don’t care!” you yelled. “Ramuda, I just want to be with you! I will only ever love you!”

Ramuda was stunned at your words, but he laughed even with the tears gushing down his face. He cupped your face with both of his hands and kissed you softly – his last kiss to you.

“Ah, (Y/N), I’m really going to miss you,” he croaked. “I… I really am going to m-miss you…”

"Ramuda, please..."

"It's time for you to forget me, okay?"

How did such a beautiful day turn into something so sad? You just wanted to give him your matching keychains…

He whipped out some sort of device – a hypnosis mic? – and sang something. There was no time to react as everything became a blur. You tried calling out his name once again, but the last image you had of him was of him smiling at you with the glassiest eyes you have ever seen.

A few months from now...

There would be times you would feel some sense of melancholy in the air. That feeling would happen whenever you'd enter a particular shop or area, but you never knew why you felt that way.

Ramuda lived his life as usual. Before he took you home, he erased everything of his existence from your phone, computer, and physical photo albums – anything he could get his hands on. It pained him that he had to do this, but he wanted you to start anew. He hoped that you were still able to fall in love with Ichiro again even if it will hurt him.

"And done!" said Ramuda, finishing off his sketches. "It's perfect. The ladies would love this collection~!"

"Oh, you’re finally done?” Dice said as he munched on his lunch Gentarou paid for. “That was fast.”

Ramuda giggled. He was proud of himself for completing such a task. He couldn't wait to see how the final product will turn out.

"Oh, by the way," he started. "We're going to participate in the Division Rap Battle next week, so be ready~!"

You were convinced by your co-workers to watch the DRB with them after work, so you decided to clean your photo storage. You liked taking pictures whenever you’d attend concerts after all!

As you were going through all your photos, you stumbled upon a photo you didn’t remember taking. It was a photo of two bunny plushies sitting on a bench in front of a beautiful amber sunset; a pink and white bunny who looked like they were holding hands.

"I didn't know I had plushies like that..." you said slowly.

You got up and looked around your room for those plushies. As a result, you made a huge mess, but you were just happy you found one of them. It was the pink bunny with a white bow. However, you couldn’t find the white bunny anywhere, and you searched everywhere for it.

"Weird," you commented, looking at the pink bunny. "When did I buy this again?"

It was fluffy and soft, and the feeling of melancholy washed over you once again. You still didn’t understand why you keep getting that feeling. You shrugged it off like you always did.

Attaching the pink bunny keychain to your bag, you left the house to meet up with your co-workers to get to the stadium.

The stadium was packed. The girls around you were squealing over a particular figure, Ramuda Amemura, who was currently rapping against Matenro.

You haven’t seen Ramuda in a while despite living in the same city. You were good friends with him when The Dirty Dawg was still around, but after they disbanded, you two never kept in touch. He slowly became distant with you which kind of annoyed you because you had heard from the others how he still kept in touch with Ichiro and Samatoki.

You would see him a lot on social media though. He was super popular with the girls, and he had the best fashion sense that was to your taste. You even purchased some of his pieces online.

He was now active in Fling Posse and his raps were as brilliant as they were before. He seemed more energetic too.

You watched him from the seats attentively as the girls around you cheered him on. But you were extremely confused because as Fling Posse lost against Matenro and was ushered to leave the stage, you spotted it – the white bunny keychain, the same one in the picture that matched your pink bunny keychain you currently had hung on your bag. Ramuda had the bunny attached to his hoodie.

And yet you still didn’t understand why this sense of melancholy came back to you, tugging on your heart strings even more than ever. Even when your eyes locked with Ramuda’s for just a second, even when your eyes began to water, you still didn’t understand why you were feeling this way.

For some reason, you just wanted to chase after him and hold him tight, but all you could really do was watch him smile at the crowd and walk away.

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Shattered Armor

The sun had long disappeared behind the horizon, casting the city into a shroud of darkness. The night was alive with the cacophony of distant sirens and the hum of neon lights reflecting off rain-slicked streets. Samatoki, the formidable leader of the yakuza, was out on the town, taking his frustrations out on the only solace he could find: the bottom of a bottle. It wasn’t often that Samatoki drank, but tonight he sought the numbing embrace of alcohol like an old friend.

His resistance to drunkenness was unbeatable, yet tonight was different. The weight of his duties, the perpetual tension of his world, and the raw ache of his past had conspired to wear him down. He held his liquor well, but even the strongest of walls had their cracks. As he staggered through the dimly lit streets back to his residence, the swirling effects of alcohol began to take their toll, though he tried desperately to maintain his composure.

The grand entrance to his residence loomed before him, a fortress of steel and stone, but to him it was a beacon of familiarity and, most importantly, the place where you were waiting. A flicker of warmth crossed his mind, a fleeting hope that his return would be met with the comfort of your embrace. However, as he stumbled inside, the house was eerily quiet.

His thoughts, now muddled and fuzzy, propelled him toward the bedroom with a sense of urgency. The distance between the front door and the sanctuary of your shared bed seemed to stretch interminably. He pushed through the door and, with a sinking feeling, saw the empty bed. A pang of confusion and a strange sense of abandonment struck him. His heart raced, pounding not just from the alcohol but from the sudden surge of anxiety that he was alone.

“Where the fuck is she?” he muttered, his voice a rough whisper against the silence. His steps faltered as he fumbled through the dimly lit rooms, stumbling over the furniture and muttering curses under his breath. The quiet was oppressive, a stark contrast to the usual warmth of your presence. 

Desperation gnawed at him as he fished out his phone, dialing your number with trembling fingers. The ringing echoed ominously through the house, and as it did, he caught the faintest trace of your ringtone in the background. His heart leapt in his chest. It wasn’t possible—could it be that you were just hiding somewhere, waiting for him?

The sound of your voice on the other end of the line was like a balm to his wounded soul. “Samatoki?” you asked, your voice a soothing melody amidst his chaotic thoughts.

“I-I don’t know where you are!” he blurted out, trying to keep his voice steady. “I came home, and the bed—”

“I'm here,” you interrupted softly. “I’m on the couch.”

The relief that surged through him was almost overwhelming. He followed the sound of your voice, his heart racing as he made his way to the living room. There you were, seated on the couch, bathed in the soft glow of the lamp. You looked up at him, your expression a mixture of concern and confusion.

Samatoki’s resolve crumbled as he finally saw you. He staggered over, collapsing into your arms, burying his face in the crook of your neck. The tears that he’d tried so hard to suppress finally broke free, mingling with his words. “I—Fuck, I thought I lost you. I can't—” He was incoherent, his voice breaking as he choked out his fears and regrets.

You held him close, your hands running soothingly over his back, trying to comfort him as he sobbed against you. “Samatoki, you haven’t lost me. I’m right here.”

He gripped you tightly, as if he could anchor himself to you and stop the room from spinning. His tears fell freely now, the façade of the indomitable yakuza leader shattering in the face of his vulnerability. “I’ve lost so much, so many people,” he whispered brokenly. “I can’t lose you too. Please.”

His words were a desperate plea, a raw outpouring of emotions that he rarely let show. The weight of his past, his fierce protectiveness, and the fear of losing the one person who mattered most to him collided in that moment. The room seemed to spin around him, but you were his anchor, the one constant he could hold on to.

You stroked his hair gently, your voice soft and soothing. “You won’t lose me, Samatoki. I’m here for you, no matter what. I promise.”

The reassurance in your voice was a lifeline, and slowly, the storm within him began to calm. Samatoki’s tears subsided, and as he held you close, the room’s spinning eased. For now, the tumultuous world outside was forgotten, and all that mattered was the unspoken promise between you two, a vow of unwavering support and love amidst the chaos of life.

As the night wore on, Samatoki’s breaths evened out, his body relaxed in the comfort of your embrace. The battles of the day and the weight of his burdens momentarily lifted, replaced by the gentle warmth of your presence. In the stillness of the night, with you by his side, Samatoki found a rare moment of peace, a fragile serenity that he cherished more than anything in his tumultuous world.

And as the dawn began to break, painting the sky with hues of pink and gold, Samatoki clung to you, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, knowing that with you, he would never be truly alone.

huge shoutout to my co-writer: @iris564 !! mwa~

Ao3 vers.

[discotenny]

3 Years

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In where you look back on how your life was 6 years ago- starting with a question.

Sasara Nurude x gn!Reader

Warnings for angst, mentions of blood and bruises, a passed out Samatoki makes a cameo, mentions of Hypmic plot and lore. Mindhacked Sasara is a meanie :(

———

Six years ago, Sasara asked you to be his.

You knew him long before then. Before he asked you, alone, to meet him at the amusement park in your city. Before you replied with the second most enthusiastic yes of your life.

He held your hands in his and you saw his eyes for the first time. Shining, golden orbs hidden behind his typical fox eyed expression. You remember remarking that it wasn’t fair of him to keep them hidden from you for so long.

Beautiful, you called them. He picked you up and twirled you around- laughing in pure youthful joy.

Under the twinkling nighttime ferris wheel of Yokohama you two shared your first kiss. Soft and shy- unbecoming of someone of his usually mischievous nature. He drew away first in embarrassment- shy to display the true extent of his ever growing feelings.

Immediately, you went in for another kiss. Immediately, he fell deeper in love.

Five years ago, Sasara asked you to stay.

When the H act passed you were given two options- stay in Yokohama or leave for Chuuoke. Life in Yokohama seemed to get more and more unstable as the days went by. The choice seemed clear.

You brought it up to Sasara. The idea of you leaving for the better. You saw him cry for the first time that day. Shining with tears, his golden eyes wept at the thought. He begged and pleaded for you to stay- stay in Yokohama, stay with him.

Unsure of your future, you couldn’t say anything in turn. Sasara stayed beside you, rooted in place, silent with sniffles and cries.

In his cheap apartment, with thin walls that barely blocked the fighting from the outside- you asked him what his plan was. If things became worse, if you stayed with him in Yokohama. Sasara said he would protect you, he said he’d stay by your side no matter what was thrown your way, he promised.

He asked you again if you would stay. As you did a year ago, you said yes.

Four years ago, Sasara asked you for help.

After a year of living together he was determined to prove just how much of a provider he could be. He never asked for help with bills, matinence, groceries, whatever the sort.

He never asked for help out loud, that is. You’d help him stitch himself back up when he comes home bruised and broken from a day out with his friend (that he never let you meet). You’d help him with cooking because god knows he’d hurt himself even more in the kitchen.

But one day, Sasara comes home with a half passed out man on his back. Help him, he asks you.

Desperation shines in his golden orbs. A million times over, yes, you reply. The two of you care for the man to the best of your ability. There, you see Sasara cry for a second time. Once he wakes up- the man, Samatoki, is appreciative but comically furious at his friend for letting him get to such a state in the first place.

The two of them argue in front of you and Sasara calls out a lighthearted help your way. Your only reply is a fit of giggles as you feel the connecting sense of warm relief fill the room.

Three years ago, Sasara asked you for forever.

He takes you back to the ferris wheel, the one that brought you together years ago. With the same unusual shyness as then, he asked you for an eternity by your side. Then, you replied with the most enthusiastic yes of your life.

As he slipped the ring on your finger, the widest smile you’ve seen on his face- he looked into your eyes. Golden, shining with adoration and pure unadulterated happiness. He brings you in for a hug before you can see him cry for a third time.

You called him cheesy when he told you he spent days thinking of the perfect place to propose. He called himself appreciative of history.

The wedding was set to be a year from then. Sasara said he had the perfect plan. Samatoki as the ring bearer, Ichiro and Kuko as the flower throwers down the aisle- all of his and all of your loved ones- all in one place. All so he can show them just how much he loved you- show you just how much he had loved you for all those years before.

But, that perfect plan would never be. Because the same year, he changed.

Suddenly.

Completely.

You remember it perfectly.

Then, three years ago, Sasara asked you to leave.

He called you out to the ferris wheel, an unwavering serious tone to his messages. He was turned away from you when you came. Unusual, unmoving, odd.

You tapped him on his shoulder, asking if he was okay, asking what had happened. Slowly, he turned. Slowly, he put his engagement ring in your hand.

Then, it started. And it poured.

I hate you. You’re annoying. We’re through. Done. These past few years were a waste of my time. You should have left when you could. This was a mistake. You should leave. You have to leave. You need to leave.

You tried looking in his eyes for any sense of rationality. For any answer as to why.

It was the last time you saw his eyes. And all you were met with was a dull, icey glare. Those beautiful golden orbs that would shine with every emotion he tried to hide were lost. Lost in whatever dull coldness took over him. Whatever cruelty took your Sasara from you.

You asked him why he was saying those horrible, cruel things.

He never replied.

You asked him if he really meant it, if he really wanted you to go.

He said yes.

And three years ago, you never saw Sasara again.

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You guys are lucky. I wrote this instead of publishing my rambling analysis of the Glory or Dust MV nyehehehe

Hope you enjoyed this !!! I really liked writing it :3

[soft-ramuda]

“bunny.”

i haven't written anything in a while but that changed today! i've always been intrigued with the fact ramuda fucks to forget his predicament and so have this!

cw: semi nsfw (not descriptive or anything; minors dni please!) ; fuck buddies ; bunny as a petname (bc im weak for it) ; lowercase intended

ramuda amemura x gn! reader

word count : 552

you're his only bunny he says under his breath, in between moans when he calls you up at 2 am to fuck you so good— so pleasurably good it has your mind numb, your head thrown back, your fingernails deep into the flesh of his back, and you can only form his name on your lips as they leave like a prayer— a gospel. you can't walk the morning you wake up and he isn't besides you anymore.

you're his only bunny he teases with a small smile on his lips as he circles you in the hotel room he rented for this. eyes on you like you're some sort of pathetic prey as you squirm and fidget where you stand, feeling small in his blue gaze. it's intense. just as intense as the fire that builds inside you, the way it bubbles up as he makes his way to you.

you're his only bunny he whispers in your ear and you can feel the smirk on his lips. it makes your knees buckle and a moan leave your lips. you hate it. you hate it. you hate it. but he makes you so weak in the knees. he makes your head spin. he has you wrapped around his finger. he has your body betraying you as his teasing ministrations continue between your legs, inside your shorts as he presses sweet kisses to your cheek and neck.

you're his only bunny he says; his voice as spent as you feel as his hips never stop moving against yours. it feels way too good. he has you moaning, reaching up to him, begging for him. you feel disgusted with yourself with the way he has you right now— so fucked and so desperate. so noisy for him— screaming for him as he finally let you orgasm. you can almost see a semblance of love and adoration for you in his blue eyes, and it makes your heart soar.

you're his only bunny he says reassuringly, kissing you on the head, peppering you even more in flattery and praise— it's what he's good at, you know it, and you're eating up his words as if you're the only one he says those sweet sweet words to. you know you aren't. it makes your heart ache but who cares? he has you in his arms and he's whispering sweet nothings— sweet lies— right in your ear. you won't find him next to you in the morning and for now, that's okay. he has you in his arms and he's lying right in your ear about how much he loves you.

and that's ... okay. you have him for a night— for a few hours at best. and that's okay. to have him like this, even if it made your heart ache and stomach churn, is better than to not have him at all.

but it's lie after lie after lie. you're sick of it. it made you nauseous to see his name on your caller id for nth time this week. what does want from you? why can't he just leave you alone? why are you answering him? why are you saying yes to him? why are you going over to shibuya just for him to use you like your some kind of disposable fuck toy for his pleasure to use?

[hypmicdaydreams]

hi! could i ask for an angst samatoki x f!reader fic about a f!so who struggles with accepting that other people can love her and samatoki ends up yelling at her because he feels underappreciated…but it gets resolved in the end! 😭😭 thank you~~~ please rest well!

Aw, this one was sad, but I did try to give it a comforting ending! Ik you said fic but I ended up writing long hcs so I hope that’s fine anon TT I think I’ve forgotten how to write fics tbh.. still tryna get into the groove of things. But I hope you enjoy this regardless! Hope I was able to do it justice! Ty for the request 💙 you rest well too~

-pairing: samatoki aohitsugi x f!reader

-genre: hurt/comfort

-headcanons

toki absolutely hates the fact that you think you’re incapable of being loved. it irks him so, really

because well, he loves you, and samatoki most certainly isn’t no one

besides, there wasn’t anything he can think of that would make you unloveable! you were strong, bright, pretty, and well, the list goes on and on. it honestly confuses him a lot why you think so, and it annoys him

i mean, you were the love of his life! samatoki wouldn’t have dated you if he hated you

he can’t entirely stand people who wallow on themselves, to be honest. he doesn’t give pity easily, so admittedly, toki does begin getting ticked when you start voicing such thoughts

because first of all, no. you are very much capable of being loved, and samatoki would probably beat anyone up if they said otherwise. he very much needs everyone to appreciate his girl

and secondly, what about him? he loved you. were you doubting him? because samatoki hates that

did he mean nothing to you? all those times he’s cooked you dinner, muttered ‘i love you’s before bed — did they not hold any meaning to you? well, that fucking hurts him so

he loves you a lot. he really does. but god this was so frustrating. he felt so undervalued and under appreciated, as if you couldn’t see how much your boyfriend loved you, what he’d do for you and only you

and well, samatoki isn’t quite good with communication, so the anger definitely builds and it turns into a confrontation more or less

he doesn’t mean to snap — he can never do so with you — but samatoki is hot-tempered. so it inevitably happens one day after a rough day at work and coming home to you. his patience was already thin, and he’s had it by then

why would you even say that?? you can see the hurt in his eyes, how he wears his heart on his sleeve at this very moment. was he not doing enough for you? he already lost nemu; he didn’t want to lose you too, the other important girl to him

it is eye-opening, as frightening as it also was to have your scary boyfriend snap at you (he was something else when pissed, and he never thought you’d be on his bad side, ever)

he was right — he did do a lot for you. everything samatoki did showed how much he loved you. and it’s not as if you didn’t know that, but simply put, anxiety was a bitch

you thought he deserved better, that he’d realize it all one day and just leave. honestly, it was self-perpetuating at this point and hard to break out of — a habit of sorts

but as samatoki just spills himself, how he feels like you can’t see how much he fucking loves you and what he does for you, it does hit you

and even if it simply worsens your anxiety at the moment (it tells you that that’s the exact reason why you’re so unloveable), it does put things into perspective. i mean, samatoki was still with you after all this, and surely that meant he loved you. he wasn’t a man of pity

you do apologize, perhaps getting overwhelmed yourself and explaining all your anxieties and feelings, but samatoki is quick to shut them all down (perhaps in a bit of an overtly aggressive way) and tell you that none of that is true

he loves you a lot, and that was final

samatoki doesn’t get it, but he tries to, to an extent. he doesn’t get your anxieties, and while he tries to be understanding, there’s definitely a limit. he can only do so much before it becomes, well, much

you do have to promise him that you won’t say such things again, that you do realize how much samatoki loves you and how he tries for you

mutter an “i love you too” back at the end of it all though, and samatoki will be content

he’ll sigh and scold you though for saying such stupid shit, but it’s a bit more of a light hearted tone this time

though self-love definitely is a long journey, toki would be by your side, reminding you time and time again how much he loves you

and even if you didn’t love yourself at the current moment, thinking that you were so unloveable, samatoki certainly did. and that would be enough for now

you were loved

[kukoheartzz]

Introduction

hello! im azul(🐙) but i also go by ace and cater. whenever I finish writing, I'll post them here! sometimes i do go though writing block so please be patient with me!!

FANDOMS

hypnosis mic, honkai star rail, d4dj, bang dream, ensemble stars, obey me, project sekai, stardew valley + others Not sure what

RULES

i do take requests, but before you request look at these housekeeping rules 1. I AM A MINOR. please do not request nsfw fics. if that's what you want, this is NOT the place for you. 2. FICS FOR CHARACTERS UNDER 16 ARE PLATONIC ONLY. this only really counts for my hypmic fics (freaks who like saburo romantically stay five feet away from me.) 3. if you request ships, dont ask me to write an adult and a minor, you're gross and need to be put in a psych ward if you think that's okay. 4. I WILL NOT write fics shipping the bandori + certain d4dj girls with men. it just doesn't feel right to me. 5. PLEASE BE SPECIFIC IN YOUR REQUESTS. i cant do much with (character x male reader.). please specify a basic idea of what you'd like so I can properly plan out the story <3

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ships between characters (ex: aventio, akitoya, yukiran, tsubaoi)

character x reader fics

fluff

angst

violence

suggestive content

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nsfw content of any kind.

PROBLEMATIC SHIPS (ex: incest, pedophilia)

I DO NOT WRITE FEM READER. male and nb reader only

REQUESTS ARE: OPEN!

[kitsuani]

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ requests: open˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

hi there anyone, everyone, and those hidden in between!

i've finished posting my backlog of fics (both here and @kitsuga) (as ive already uh, mentioned there) so i figured i'd open requests if anyone's got some! please read these (rules) if you can, and you can look at (currently accepted) fandoms if you'd like, but i'm honestly open for a lot more than i have listed, it's just hard to list everything when you've read/watched so much, you know? so you can shoot your shot if you have a request!!

i am working on a handful of my own wips as well, so hopefully i get them done soon!

wips in question include: ⟡hokusai x reader (paralive - fluff) ⟡kei x reader (charisma house - fluff) ⟡2 (different) uramichi x reader (uramichi oniisan - fluff) ⟡jakurai x reader (hypmic - fluff) ⟡doppo character centric (hypmic - angst)

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[d4rlinx]

[brrring brring☆]

hello hello !!

this is darlinx speaking

requests closed ! come back when it's open !

[close date: it's closed right now !]

[i'm currently writing for:]

hypmic (short for hypnosis mic)

genshin impact

blue lock

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rules:

no nsfw (suggestive is a-okay)

pls no pr0shipping

i only write for x reader fanfiction

angst/comfort fanfics is also a yes

will and always will be gn!/gender neutral reader since i want everyone no matter what gender or race to be able to read x reader fanfics !!

specify if you want a hc/headcannons or scenarios and be specific with what you want

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[reotacchii]

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→ Request Rules

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"But you posted helios/hypmic//obey me/tot/a3?" I did not take request for these games because I don't have much knowledge about the characters + im too lazy to write for many fandoms.

I'll only write fluff, angst, yandere, songfic, comfort and any good one

Requests such as nsfw, proship, abuse and and weird/bad ones will be deleted.

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[seangelfish]

HYPNOSIS MIC MASTERLIST

Angst, fluff, headcanons, NSFW

✦ = general/platonic, ♥︎ = romantic

BUSTER BROS!!!

✦ Buster Bros w/ a younger sister

Ichiro Yamada

♥︎ Relationship headcanons

♥︎ How they would please their partner (18+)

Jiro Yamada

Saburo Yamada

MAD TRIGGER CREW

Samatoki Aohitsugi

✦ Samatoki w/ a younger sister

Jyuto Iruma

Rio Mason Busujima

FLING POSSE

Ramuda Amemura

♥︎ Matching keychains

Gentaro Yumeno

Dice Arisugawa

MATENRO

Jakurai Jinguji

♥︎ How they would please their partner (18+)

Hifumi Izanami

Doppo Kannonzaka

BAD ASS TEMPLE

Kuko Harai

♥︎ How they would please their partner (18+)

Jyushi Aimono

♥︎ Showing each other's plushies

Hitoya Amagumi

DOTSUITARE HOMPO

Sasara Nurude

Rosho Tsutsujimori

Rei Ayamado

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

[hypnolab]

morning again ♡ ramuda amemura x reader

pairing : ramuda amemura x gn!reader

synopsis : ramuda ponders about the mornings he often wakes up to

tags : comfort, fluff, this is completely self-indulgent

word count : 852

Ramuda always woke up dreading the greeting of the morning sun. 

It just meant another pointless day in his little and fleeting pointless life where he had to dance to Chuohku's painful tune. 

When he stirs awake to the loud vibrating of his phone on the coffee table, Ramuda already feels like he's about to die.  Maybe he just should, he thinks as he rubbed his eyes before sitting up to grab his phone and accept the call. 

The speaker wasn't on, but anyone could tell from watching that the caller wasn't welcome in calling Ramuda so early in the morning. 

He's only humming out responses,  still rubbing at his eyes and holding himself back from yawning,  yet Ichijiku still yells at him for being rude and threatens him by reminding him of his place. 

When the call ends,  Ramuda sighs, already exasperated for the day ahead. He just wants to hole up and be free from Chuuoku's grasp on his entire being. To be so far away that no threats could even fill him with the echoing anxiety that's been constantly inside of him ever since, well,  his existence. 

If they were so keen on not wanting him to mess up or whatever,  maybe they shouldn't have given him the ability to feel human emotions-

"Ramuda..?"

Your sleepy voice snaps him out of his misery, and he turns around to gape at your lying figure beside him. All his memories of yesterday flood back to him in an instant,  remembering how after playing around with his posse you offered to stay behind and keep him company as he worked on designs a bit more,  to the point both of you somehow managed to coop up together on his couch the whole night and into the morning.

"[Y/N]..." He mutters out,  albeit a bit helplessly with a needy tone,  and it almost shakes you out of your drowsiness due to concern. Ramuda lies back down beside you and immediately wraps his arms around your waist,  curling up to make himself small against you and pushing his face into the crook of your neck. 

In your hazy state of mind,  you wondered what could have happened that made him act like this early in the morning.  Usually he was all smiles and peppering kisses all over your face when you've woken up,  happily calling you sweetheart or whatever other playful nickname he had up his sleeve for you.  For him to act like this and softly call out your name in that tone,  you couldn't help but be a bit concerned. 

"You okay, Ramuda?" You ask softly,  adjusting yourself on the couch to reach a hand and pet the back of Ramuda's head,  your hands running through the soft strands of pink hair.  "Did you have a nightmare or something?" You add,  leaning your head uncomfortably to kiss the top of his head.  Curse you both for deciding to pass out on the couch. 

Ramuda doesn't really respond, and only nestles his head further into you.  If it was a nightmare then maybe he wouldn't be alive right now,  actually.  Or if it was then maybe he'd wake up as a normal human,  one that's lived a true life which wasn't fabricated by a government using him as their pawn.  Then maybe he'd have woken up beside you earnestly, with a relief knowing that he wouldn't have the chance to be wiped off the face of the earth without worrying about leaving his friends and you behind. 

Maybe he could wake up to better mornings free of worry. 

"Can we go to sleep again..?" He groans, completely ignoring your question as he  puts on his cutesy act again and pouts up at you. You furrow your brows at the change, but decide against pointing it out as you were still too sleepy as well for this, maybe you’ll ask him about it later. 

"Alright," You grunt, moving farther into the couch to make yourself uncomfortable with Ramuda beside you. His arms tighten around your abdomen as he snuggles you close, thinking that both of you fit together perfectly like a puzzle piece and how much it ached to think to be separated soon enough.

“Sleep tight, [Y/N].” Ramuda mumbles, reaching his head up to kiss you on the lips before going back to nestle his head under your chin for a sense of security accompanied with your warmth surrounding him. You nod with a small hum, kissing the top of Ramuda’s cotton candy head and eventually drifting back to sleep.

When Ramuda notices your breathing quiet down in slumber, he adjusts himself to sit up slightly and gaze at your face, smiling fondly with a hint of melancholy. He reaches a hand to brush aside strands of your hair before kissing you gently to not wake you up, and he entertains the thought of admiring how pretty and peaceful you looked asleep like this early in the morning.

Maybe if it was always like this, he’d have something to be happy about in the remaining mornings he can wake up to.

[aruchemihq]

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In the Fray - Scaramouche ☀️

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[discotenny]

SASARAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

SASARAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

this ask got me in a Sasara mood. Have a Sasara drabble courtesy of anon. Continuation of 3 years cause I be in an angsty mood ehehe. No one asked for this I’m just playing with png anime boys in my head.

TLDR: you see your ex fiancé for the first time after 3 years. Best friend Samatoki is by your side cooking a potroast.

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Ex Fiancé Sasara Nurude who you haven’t seen in three years.

You reside in Yokohama- staying close friends with Samatoki who was able to get you an apartment there for cheap. Both of you are still reeling from the effects of three years past. Both of you find relative comfort that your pain is so similar.

Your daily routine is more simple than your past. Go to work and come home. Sometimes you stop by Samatoki’s place to make sure he hasn’t killed himself dabbling with the yakuza. Today was one of those days.

“Huh. So you really did it,” you say, looking at the local news broadcast on Samatoki’s TV.

It was a pre recorded interview of him, now leader of the team representing Yokohama in the new division rap battle. He was being asked questions fans sent in. After you heard him gag once asked what his favorite bug was- you let the audio fade to the background as you turned to him- fixing dinner for the two of you.

“Did’ya ever doubt me?” He called from the kitchen. You made your way over, the broadcast still playing.

“Just didn’t expect you to want to participate, y’nno? I thought you would’ve left that whole rap battle stuff behind after-“

“You don’t have to bring it up.” His reply is quick and he doesn’t meet your eyes.

“Sorry.” You turn away, not meaning to bring up the past. Both of you knew that nothing good came from reminiscing.

“But y’nno, you should really come with us one time. You’re always worrying over me- gotta show you I’m not some defenseless little pansy right?” He snickers to himself as he bends down to open the oven- checking on the roast. “We could sneak ya in as our manager or something. It could be fun.”

“Mmmmm, maybe,” you give the idea some thought, “do you know any of the other division leaders?”

“I’m sure that poser tried to reach for the title of Ikebukuro,” Samatoki tsked, “But no… there’s four divisions from Tokyo and two from the southern parts I think… wonder what kind of country punks will show their faces here.”

Almost on cue, a flash of light from the TV catches both of your attention. A musical sting punctuates the broadcasters words, saying how the other divisions were ready to announce their representing teams and leaders.

“How convenient…” Samatoki mutters, trying to hide his curiosity at the announcements.

Names and pictures fired up on screen.

Ichiro and his brothers represented Ikebukuro. Despite he and Samatoki’s rivalry, it comforted you to know he was taking care of himself these days. You could hear Samatoki growl from beside you.

Ramuda and two individuals represented Shibuya. It’d been a while since you stepped foot in the area, being put off ever since you first met the pink haired fellow. Something about him just… felt weird.

Jakurai represented Shinjuku with two guys- one of which looked like he hadn’t slept in weeks. “I wonder how far they’re gonna go…” you wondered out loud.

The next division came up on screen. “Holy shit,” muttered Samatoki. Kuko, Ichiro’s red haired friend from years past, was on screen. His name was listed under the Nagoya division. “I didn’t know that punk was still kicking…”

Then the last division appeared, those who represented Osaka. And your heart stopped.

After three years you finally saw him. And it was like nothing changed.

It was Sasara. He wore a different suit. His hair seemed longer. And it seemed fluffier. And he was… smiling. Smiling with some older man and Rosho beside him. You wondered when they had made up.

It hurt to see him smiling after all he put you through.

You turned to Samatoki, whose face mirrored the confusion, hurt, and anger in yours.

The broadcast moved on like it didn’t just shatter the world view of the two people standing in the room.

You were on track to finally move on after three, long years of reeling from the sudden abandonment from Sasara. From the supposed love of your life. From all the horrible and cruel words he said to you before he broke it off. Before he asked you to leave.

You had to sit down to stop yourself from falling over.

“You- you okay?” Samatoki swallows his own surprise to put a hand on your shoulder. His eyes still haven’t left the TV broadcast, now playing a pre recorded speech from the prime minister.

It’s hard to find the words to reply. But as you look at your friend an immeasurable guilt passes over you. In three months time… he’d have to see Sasara. Face to face. And he’d be alone. The turbulent look in his eyes show he’s thinking the same.

Your hand finds its way to his and you give it a small squeeze. He turns over to you with furred brows.

“I’ll come with you to the DRB, Samatoki.”

“W-What?!”

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Lowk I didn’t know how to end it LOL. Sorry for the abruptness

I’m so enamored with the ex fiancé Sasara concept I’m sorry guys.

Next time I promise I’ll have smthn y’all actually asked for LOLoL

[iisuya-simps]

Can i request something angst with Samatoki, like a scenario with a female reader, if that's okay, thank you 🙏🌹

A/N: angst with my boy 🥺 This hurt me a little... A lot a little Hope you enjoy I guess...

Also warnings for swearing and a hint of NSFW

It's Samatoki what do you expect?

Word count: 798

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"Samatoki!" You call out to him behind the locked door to his apartment. "Samatoki I'm not leaving until you open this door!" You knock loudly, still no response.

'Why am I even here... He told you that he was done.' You reach into your purse and pull out the spare key you didn't return and open the door. Inside you see a drunken Samatoki on the floor leaning over the end of the couch with a bottle of vodka clutched in his hand.

"Samatoki!" You rush to his side and throw your bag to the floor. You know this is bad because he never gets drunk. The sight of him made your heart soften and ache with regret.

"Y/n, so you came back huh?" You reach out to touch his shoulder but he bats it away in an instant. "Tch, what do you need a fucking sign? I told you to leave me the hell alone!" "Sama, you're not ok so I'm-" "Ah, I see. You're begging me to take you back." He takes another swig from the bottle. "Well, I don't need your fucking pity."

His gaze turning salacious he throws up a brow setting the alcohol down on the coffee table beside him. "Or did you only want me for fun tonight? I'm sure that pretty pussy of yours misses being ravaged by my cock." He leans forward to kiss you.

"No! Samatoki stop!" You push him away hoping not to escalate the situation further. "Fuck, I'm sorry y/n." He slams his fist on the table apprehensively running a hand through his hair.

"How much did you drink?" You give him a concerning look trying to keep the hurt out of your voice. "What do you care? You should just leave me. I can take care of myself you know." You sigh.

"Samatoki, I'm not leaving you like this. I'm still mad at you but I'm staying here. I was so hurt when you wouldn't return any of my calls. How could we go from talking every day to radio silence? I thought we could at least be friends." Your throat started to close up and tears threatened to fall.

"Do you not care about me anymore? Is that why you're being so distant"? Samatoki clenched his fist till his knuckles turned white. He was too inebriated to be having this conversation. He hated seeing you like this. Knowing that he hurt you brought him to drink in the first place. But now that you're here in front of him it's almost too much. He was supposed to be the one watching over you.

You're too good for me y/n. You know that right?" "It doesn't matter if I am or not. I love you, our relationship shouldn't be built on a bunch of lies." You inhale. "We're not talking about this now. Let's wait till you're sober." You get up and walk to the kitchen to pour him a glass of water then return to his side.

"Here, drink this and go to bed. I'm not leaving until you do." He clicks his tongue. "I didn't ask for a fucking babysitter y/n~ I can do whatever the hell I please! I'm a grown-ass man!"

"Well then act like one!! God, I never took you to be the type to run away from your problems, or try and drown yourself in booze until you feel numb! You seethe. Clearly, this wasn't a good situation for either of you.

"I want to help you Samatoki, I really do. But if you don't meet me halfway this is pointless." Samatoki glares daggers before bringing the glass of water to his lips. He sighs and puts his head in his hands.

"I just- I don't want to be alone." "Then why are you pushing me away?! I love you dammit!" You clutch your scalp, hot tears burning your face.

"I'm doing this for your safety y/n. Every god damn thing I do, I do for you." "Oh really? So I'm better off seeing someone else while you drink yourself to death? I HATE that you think I cant take care of myself."

"I'M TRYING TO KEEP YOU AWAY FOR YOUR OWN PROTECTION DAMN IT!"

His words hang in the air for a moment and you shake your head.

"Fine."

You grab your purse off the floor and head for the door. "Y/n, I love you. Please don't leave. Shit. Fuck." "Now you're telling me to stay? what do you want from me? You're giving me mixed messages. Do you expect me to fix you every time something goes awry? You know what? I am done." You open the front door giving him one last glance.

"Get your shit together Samatoki." You exit the apartment leaving him on the floor.

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Thank you for reading 😪❤️