A Rock and a Soft Place

Genre: fluff

CW: none

Length: 900+

Summary: just a couple of friends chilling and helping your mood lighten

Pairings: yanan x shinwon x wooseok x yuto x female reader

A/N: uhhhh I don’t even remember writing this lol Tagging: @atinystaypixie @etumettie89

You sat on the couch between Yanan and Adachi. Yuto was nose deep in some book about time travel and Yanan was watching Wooseok and Shinwon play video games. You and Adachi were already hanging out and you thought it might be fun if you invited the rest of your support boys and ate and just chilled for a few hours.

It was almost 1:30 in the morning and your coffee table was covered with boxes of half empty pizza and the pop cans started piling up on the floor. There was a lamp on the side table that Adachi was using and a blanket covering yours and one of Yanan’s legs. You stared at your piece of pizza that was sitting on your lap, untouched and definitely cold. You were in a mood that came on suddenly and you had been zoned out for at least an hour.

Adachi’s hand lightly touching your thigh ever so slightly brought back your senses. Yuto was your rock, you told him everything and he was always there for you and you always felt comforted whenever he was around. So how come right now you felt like you couldn’t tell him what was on your mind? Was there even anything on your mind? You were zoned out for the past hour was there any thoughts floating through your head or were you an empty soul tonight. “Hey don’t cry,” He says. You must’ve been zoned out again and didn’t notice the single tear that was running a 5K on your cheek. At Adachi’s soft and always comforting tone you finally felt you were inside your body again and allowed more tears to escape.

The video game noises stopped and your gaze moved up to see Wooseok and Shinwon seated on the floor closer to you. Why were you sad? You thought to yourself taking in the looks of concern on both Shinwon and Wooseok’s faces. Under normal circumstances they would but last at you for crying unless something was really wrong the two could always be seen on the floor laughing their pretty little heads off. You wanted to have fun tonight and now you ruined it with your stupid crying. You wanted to speak but your brain never made the connection to let your mouth know to let words out. It was a rather unusual feeling really, you felt inside your body but also well, not. As if the two little martians inside your brain couldn’t find the manual on how to work your facial features. But they were sure good at turning on the waterworks.

Yanan reached over to move a strand of hair that had fallen against the side of your face out of the way while Adachi’s thumb ran under your eye in an attempt to wipe the tears away. His hand rested against your cheek and your body instantly recognized this action and you leaned into his hand. The boys waited patiently as your crying settled down. Not that you were sobbing, no you learned how to stop sobbing because silent crying is of course silent, doesn’t annoy or wake people up. You liked to think it was a skill. It wasn’t, Wooseok did it all the time watching all those dumb romance movies.

You breathed a huge sigh that rattled your rib cage and sat up on the couch tossing your uneaten pizza onto the coffee table. “I don’t know. I’m just not okay. I’m sorry.” You barely whispered that last part as a fresher set of tears ran down your cheeks. You felt horrible for having ruined this day and for making the boys worry. “I’ll make some tea.” Wooseok said standing up and beginning to clean up around the coffee table. Shinwon nodded and helped Wooseok leaving just you Yanan and Adachi.

Yanan was in fact the biggest softie you had ever met. He had a good heart and excelled in the sport of hugging. Always pretending to be jumper cables it made you laugh. Yanan settled you back against the couch and repositioned the blanket so it fully covered both yours and his legs. The heat from his long tree like legs already helped you feel better. Adachi wiped away the last of the tears from your eyes, helped you blow your nose and squished himself closer to you. Yanan had his right arm around the back of the couch and you snuggled right into his side, just like a puzzle piece. Nice and snug. The smell of Yanan’s strawberry shampoo tickled your nose and made you feel fuzzy and warm on the inside. His new shampoo scent was definitely a step up from the cucumber cinnamon lime one Shinwon had ordered online as a prank. A prank that took the rest of you as victims as you all had to spend the next 3 months showering with that scent because his order got mixed up with an order across town. Shinwon stopped finding it funny the moment he realized that was the only kind of shampoo in not only your house but also his. The last drop was used last Sunday right before you had reminded Shinwon to never buy shampoo from a website that usually sells alcohol again.

You breathed in his strawberry scent and took a much lighter sigh. Wooseok came back with some tea followed by Shinwon whose arms were full of snacks no doubt from the pantry clearly marked ‘don’t touch Shinwon.’ You were still not okay and unfortunately you never knew how long these episodes lasted but right now you were content and comforted, right between your rock and your soft place.

much like touya i think yuzuru understood early on the reason why their family existed at all, which is that enji wanted a successor. first it was touya, and so he cared about touya, but her and fuyumi were kinda just… there. it’s hard to put into words but i think she kinda internalized the idea that he just… was never her dad really. or fuyumi’s. he was more their mom’s husband and touya’s dad and so her perspective of him was more centered around how he treated them than her, bc he didn’t really treat her at all and that was kinda normal to her? like i don’t think he was fully absent from day one but yuzuru’s very intuitive and since she doesn’t see herself as fully separate from touya, it’s just very easy for her to tell when they’re not being treated and perceived the same.

so. with shoto, it’s the same thing. he’s the successor, so no surprises there, but then yuto is there too, and she should fit in the same category as yuzuru and fuyumi and natsu and these days also touya, but she doesn’t? she’s the favorite and enji is like… “fatherly” to her?? yuzuru would honest to God find that disturbing, like it would freak her out till the end of time. cause she knows and he knows and they all know that enji didn’t want children or a family, he wanted a successor, and he’s got it and it’s not yuto so what is going on now???????????? argh. she doesn’t like itttttttt she doesn’t like it at alllll it was weird and she didn’t like it. she’s very protective of her younger siblings and everything she’s seen growing up has taught her that being close to enji is harmful and destructive for any of them. it severly damaged their mom it severely damaged touya and it’s severly damaging shoto she’s sure so she does not want him near yuto! go jump off a cliff and die!! so yea. no likey. let’s kill papa

um okay so first of all i hope you got your baby bc what….. dont drown

second. yuzuru and yuto. hmmm. well. before touya’s death, i don’t think yuzu would’ve had any particular thoughts about her? just. another little sibling. idk. yuto was very little. i think, well. another set of twins. she might have felt a little fonder of yuto for that…. like they’re alike! kind of!! and she’s cute but yuzu thinks all her little siblings are cute.

by the time yuto ran away from home yuzuru had left already. she’d probably hear from fuyumi, and she’d be more than a little upset, but she understands, though she’s not sure how yuto could leave shoto like that. she hopes she’s okay and wishes she’d keep in touch with any of them if she is. oh also she thinks yuto could’ve told her she wanted to leave, she could’ve stayed with her. would’ve been kinda stressful to yuzu but ‼ that’s her baby sister. she would’ve been willing to deal.

in the 5 years between touya dying and yuzuru leaving home, well. the version of yuzuru that was getting through those years uhhhhh okay. she would’ve tried (emphasis on tried) to kinda maybe fill the void of rei’s abscene for yuto. more than she did with natsu and fuyumi, really, bc i do think yuzuru in general sees herself in yuto somewhat and it gives her feelings even when she’s actively trying to avoid feelings. she does her hair and kisses her forehead……. ough. yuzuru in general is not very affectionate like that but at that time she was, anything for her little siblingsssss they’re all she has left in the world honestly back then she would’ve killed herself if not for them. anywayyyyyy. moving on um she was maybe a little helicoptery it would’ve concerned her sorta how much yuto was like avoiding them she just felt so responsible to keep them all alive and going and things like that made her worry. oh and yuto’s thing of like, trying to get enji to spend time with his other kids and all? yuzuru would’ve probably gently discouraged her from that, back then if fuyumi and natsu needed something specifically from their dad she’s be the one to go ask for it. she really doesn’t think her siblings should interact with him at all and that includes yuto. she would’ve told her to just let it be.

at no point would she have cared about yuto’s self-perceived similarities with their dad bc yuzuru would’ve seen herself and touya in yuto before anything else 🤷‍♀️ andd that’s it i think

yuto 🌟

Megumi was confused. “Fusion? What are you talking about?”

The four looked at him. “I think we can rule out that he’s part of fusion, big brother.” The girl said and Shay roughly let go of Megumi.

The other Megumi began to explain, “As you can see this this isn’t where you belong. You’re in the XYZ Dimension.”

“Don’t give him too much, Fushiguro. We don’t know if he’ll go talking.” Shay sniped. This ‘Shay’ guy is very distrusting and hostile towards others he doesn’t trust.

“There are four dimensions here. Standard, Fusion, Synchro, and XYZ. Fusion is a dimension that’s invading the others and waging war. Those people in blue you saw, that’s the Obelisk Force.” The other Megumi explained.

“They also turn people into cards…” The girl said.

Yuto took the girl into his arms. “It’ll be okay, Lulu. We’ll keep you safe.”

Megumi only had one worry and one question. “Is the Fusion Dimension making those cards?”

The four looked away, confirming Megumi’s question. “The do. We all lost someone to it.” The other Megumi said.

“Lulu and I lost our parents.” Shay said.

“I lost a good friend. Someone else here lost his younger brother.” Yuto said.

“I lost my cousin… Maki.” The other Megumi said.

This all was concerning to Megumi. His worry? It was with Yuji. Where had his friend gone? Was he in the same dimension? What if Sukuna had a different body in this world? What if Sukuna was with Fusion?

yuto best dancer I fear 😓😓

Hoshoryu filming for Tatsunami’s youtube channel
His specialty are shaky extreme close ups 😆

add some colour❤️

everyone get more yuto crazy now!!!

𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐘𝐮𝐭𝐨!

mizuki going to touya’s altar and praying for yuto to be okay every single day……. mizuki looking around in crowds and before leaving school in case she sees her sister by chance….. mizuki having long hair in middle school but cutting it before entering to ua because it’s impactrical and yuto’s not there for them to braid each other anymore…. mizuki feeling uncomfortable when someone calls her shoto’s twin because it’s true but it isn’t supposed to be just the two of them…… mizuki watching her father change and wondering how yuto would feel about this before considering how she herself feels about it……. mizuki gingerly making touya and yuto’s bracelets before her own…. mizuki wearing them on her left wrist until she gets to give them to them…. pain in my heart

Más allá de que ED de ArcV sea Troll por la imagen final, dejando eso en una de la partes causa risa Yuto quien se esconda de Shun solo porque este salga con Ruri, Shun no se si reaccionaria mal como un hermano sobreprotector creería yo, es Yuto su mejor amigo y diría de las persona que más confía y estaría en buenas manos, aunque pueda ser en un inicio ser sopresa

#1 𝓓𝓐𝓓 𝓐𝓦𝓐𝓡𝓓 ──── yuto was the best person you could’ve started a family with BACK2CATALOGUE ?

happiest of late birthdays and christmas to my day one wife 𓂃. here’s ur man :3 with love, soph. slice of life

husbandyuto x f!reader fluff + girldad trope 🐙 ) 𝓦ARN. mentions of pregnancy, reader is pregnant with second child, skinship 1623

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“You know I could take her,” You leaned into your palm, head cocked and elbow digging into the counter. On your husband’s back was your first-born daughter, little arms wrapped around his neck as he stirred the pot of tomato soup—something you were craving like the Earth would explode if you didn’t have it. His other hand was holding her up, twisted in a seemingly uncomfortable way. However, you knew him and he’d never complain, especially not about his child wanting to be close.

That’s partially why you decided to settle down and extend your little family further with him, your fingers splayed over your pregnant belly. This would be your second daughter, not that Yuto didn’t jump for joy as soon as it was revealed, he did…literally; with the biggest smile you think you’d ever seen. And that night when you got home he cuddled his first born a little tighter as he read her a bedtime story.

She’d always be his first little princess forever and ever.

He hummed a moment before turning off the stove’s burner, setting the spoon down on a strawberry-painted holder. The exact one you painted and had fired while pregnant (the first time) simply because you were feeling restless.

“Just the soup tonight, love?”

“That’s all she wants…maybe I could be persuaded for a sweet treat after though.”

His laugh echoed in the kitchen, your eldest chiming in excitedly at the idea. She didn’t need persuasion—and neither did you, really. Not even before you were pregnant did you need that extra push, the devil on your shoulder whispering in your ear all on its own after every meal. But, Yuto would always either make you something sweet, or go on a short walk (hand-in-hand, of course) to the convenience store underneath the adjacent apartment building before you even asked.

Your husband brought over a filled bowl, still holding your daughter steady. The porcelain was a dusty-white, two half-circles sticking out the top to create bear ears. Then he gave you a matching spoon, turning slightly to grab your tea glass; the one that had a black cat, Jiji from Kiki’s Delivery Service, you always thought it looked like.

The aroma filled your nose, and you swear you almost died and went to Heaven right where you sat. And you didn’t know it could get better than that, but as soon as you tasted it, a contemptuous hum left your throat. It’s like all was right in the world again, the pinching-feeling of desperately craving something finally unclasping you.

Truthfully, you didn’t know how much longer you could wait.

Your husband walked around the island, and set your kid beside you at a stool to eat as well, placing a small squirrel painted bowl full of blueberries down next to it before grabbing a portion for himself.

Once he did, the table looked like a glassware-enactment of the Goldilocks and The Three Bears, making you smile.

It was hard not to admire the small details he put in, making sure imagination was a top priority in your household. You appreciated it, and you’re sure your daughter had no complaints when her father played make-believe every chance he got.

It was the little break (sanctuary away) from reality that you needed. Your safe space—your home.

You three ate dinner through fits of giggles, your daughter telling you about how her friend drew a purple monster at play-time, with blunt teeth instead of sharp because that was ‘too scary’. After she had finished eating, she crawled over to you, wrapping her arms around your shoulders and nuzzling in comfortably. Occasionally, through your husband’s chatter, she would fist handfuls of blueberries into her mouth.

Yuto told you about practice, about choreographing for an idol group. He was excited. He was always excited. And you admired it from up close, from a far, from different ends of the Earth—you were proud of the man he was, and the one he became, and the one he was becoming still. You were lucky your girls had such a good father, the stars aligning in your favor it seemed.

You felt the ends of your hair being twisted as she whispered to you. “Mommy, can we get ice cream now?” But Yuto heard it, jumping up with a clap. He scanned over the table a moment, opting to clean up after your family got back; after he put all his girls to sleep because he’d do all the dirty work, never letting you even think about it.

“I don’t know, hun, it’s cold out. Are you sure you want ice cream?”

She pulled back, catching your eye. You stifled an amused laugh at her expression. It was something between ‘are you serious?’ and ‘duh, don’t ask stupid questions’.

Yuto would say she got the attitude from you.

“Let’s get our jackets then,”

She hopped off you excitedly at her father’s words, running over to the coat closet and swinging the door roughly on its hinges.

You gave Yuto a look and laughed. “That’s yours,”

“The sweet treat fiend is yours, my love.”

Your eyes narrowed playfully, looking up at him as he extended a hand for you to use while getting up. Sure, you could use the counter, but Yuto didn’t want that. Gladly, you took it, making your way to your daughter who had already put her coat on backwards somehow and managed one shoe—on the wrong foot, of course.

“Slow your role there, princess. Let me help you.” And she accepted at the speed of light, Yuto taking the boot off of the left and putting it on the right only to replace the other with the correct one. He then made a movement for her to mimic, sticking his arms straight out for him to drag the pink jacket off, holding it open for her to slide into; it hugging her back this time.

“There we go,” He said, putting her hat on, holding the matching mittens while she readjusted to her liking. “What scarf do you want?”

As she contemplated, you scanned over your husband, who was on one knee looking so damn… good. You couldn’t help it, it reminded you of the day he proposed, and look where you were now, on the way to a second kid.

How lucky could you be?

Finally, she decided on her pink scarf (to nobody’s surprise), wrapping it around her neck and bouncing eagerly as Yuto guided you to sit on the bench by the door.

“Now, my other girls turn.”

Yuto pecked your lips—making you yelp in surprise—and then your belly, as he got to his knees once again. This time he was in front of you, pulling your shoes closer and helping you lace them up. It was close to your due date, so your abdomen was much too big to bend over, but it was way too cold not to wear something that covered your entire foot. But your husband was there. He was always there; to help you pull your pants up, to put socks on, to adjust your body in the middle of the night because your back ached.

He’d help you do anything, even if you weren’t pregnant.

“Now, princess, what scarf should mommy wear?” Your husband turned to your daughter, who literally had her hand on the door handle, as if he wouldn’t notice. That was his specialty—his family. Nothing got past him when it came to you…three.

She bounced over to where you kept your winter gear, pulling out a blue scarf and a white one. She handed her father the white one, wrapping the blue one around his neck before he even got the chance to put a jacket on.

He laughed (gladly accepting) kissing her temple. “Thank you baby,”

Triumphantly, she puffed her chest out. “And when mommy has my sister she’ll get a pink one just like me!”

After he bundled you up, he shrugged on a coat, extending his hand to you. Your daughter opened the door excitedly. You took it, watching as she rushed into the twinkling of street lamps through the flakes.

The snow looked just as beautiful as it did through the window when you first woke up, tangled between your husband and kid—the first of the season started this morning and hadn’t stopped since. It called for a cozy day where the smell of laundry accompanied Rudolph The Rednosed Reindeer and Castle In The Sky.

“Ready?” He squeezed your hand comfortingly as you admired your child jumping with open arms, sticking her tongue out with a giggle.

You gave him a light kiss, nodding soon after, and wrapping your arm around his waist. You rested your head on his shoulder as you exited the house, your free hand palm up to catch the snow.

Your mother always said that her little life was the best thing that’s ever happened to her—it outweighed every dream she had as a kid when she finally had you. When you were a kid, you didn’t understand, not even as a teenager did you think being a mother was your priority in life. But then you met Yuto and it seemed like lightning struck you just right. Fireworks. Butterflies. A spark. Whatever it was made you have a change of heart. You never realized how much you could smile before them, or how much love meant to you. You, truthfully, didn’t have words to describe it. Nonetheless, now no big flashing lights or all the money in the world would make you take it back. Nothing compared to the little life you built.

And, oh, what a little life it was. But it was yours. It would always be yours.

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