#he can show up as a different character or something

[kurapikapikachuu]

You Look... Oh!

Genshin men react to you being dressed all pretty

Characters included: Albedo, Alhaitham, Childe, Cyno, Dahlia, Diluc, Kaveh, Kazuha, Kinich, Lyney, Scaramouche, Tighnari, Venti, Wanderer, Wriothesley, Xiao

Taga/Warnings: some suggestive content (nsfw - nothing crazy), reader sometimes wears a dress! A/N: you can clearly tell when I get carried away with certain characters hahahaah. Also the way I imagined it, reader is wearing like a cute frilly dress/fit - but it can be anything honestly

Albedo

• Raises his brows the moment he steps in his office in the favonius headquarters.

• Will compliment you immediately, and kiss your cheek.

• Will grow very interested in the dress you're wearing and asks if he can touch it to learn how it was made. As an Alchemist, he can't help but grow curious.

• He's so engrossed in figuring out how each fabric and layer is designed that he doesn't realise how his hands have already pressed against every part of your body.

• Genuinely doesn't realise it till he looks back up at your face to see you all red and flustered.

• Will smirk immediately and understand what had happened. Takes your hand and continues on to his 'research'- this time, he'll go layer by layer till you're bare.

• If you happen to be in Dragonspine - that's another story.

• That man is so deprived of human interaction and touch, that the moment he sees you he'd pull you into his lab. The dress is lovely, really, and he makes an effort to admire it when he lays you on the table.

• The table is clean and free of any harmful chemicals, don't worry.

• He's on top, you're pinned with your wrists bound by one gloved palm.

• The other glove, he takes off with his mouth so he has his bare palm to trace down every part of you through your dress. And eventually, under.

"Perhaps, dressmaking too, is a form of alchemy. What do you say? Am I allowed to continue my... research?"

Alhaitham

• "New dress" he says the moment he hears your footsteps. He's looked up from his book which clearly means something.

• He usually doesn't bother to say things he notices out loud, but one time you got upset at him for not talking about your hair and here he is.

• That's why you don't take it as anything special, but he seems to sit up straighter on the couch he was laying on and closes his book.

• Oh yes, he closed his book.

• No more words are exchanged, and you don't really need anything more. You're happy where you are, and that's on his lap.

"You're a lot more distracting than usual... I don't mind it though."

Childe

• Gasps the moment he sees you in the streets and pulls you into a dramatic hug.

• Will shower you with compliments and kiss you everywhere on your face.

• Is usually the one to buy you all your dresses, so although he is ecstatic to see you in a new dress, he's pouting about how he wasn't able to buy it for you.

• Will buy you the same dress in different colours.

• Loves showing you off and will walk hand in hand with you till it becomes dark. Que the disney couples that line up for rides - he's acting like one of them now.

• You don't get to stay out with him long because he will get handsy - in a very inappropriate way - so you make the decision to call it an early night and head home.

• It wont be a very 'early' night at home though.

"You are absolutely stunning today but please, use my card next time. I insist. You just need to look pretty and i'll take care of the rest."

Cyno

• Will go silent when he sees you and look down, then, side to side.

• "You're prettier than usual today.... that dress... it suits you well" he will say it so softly, and you're sure to see a tint of pink in his cheeks.

• Whoever said the General Mahamatra wasn't a huge softie when it came to his lover?

• His guard is even higher when you're walking in the streets but he'll make sure you feel comfortable and safe at all times.

• Has attempted some of the one-liners he had practised prior, but never ends up finishing the punchline. He can't help but get starstruck at the sight in front of him (you), waiting so eagerly for him to finish.

• Will calm down a bit more when you're home alone with him and he will finally make a move.

"I apologise for my lackluster conversational skills earlier… I just never knew you were an artist... because all you did today was draw me in. But maybe tonight i can be the one to colour you in and mark you up?"

Dahlia

• If you walk into the church like that just know he'd absolutely freeze like a deer in headlights before storming over and dragging you to the confessional.

• He'd clasp onto your hand and feel extra giddy walking all over town.

• Usually he's the type to be gossiping about everything and anything that's going on, but today he's just staring into your eyes and sighing dreamily.

• I'm a firm believer this man is a freak - I just don't have the receipts yet - but I see him getting frisky the moment you're both alone.

• Will have you tied up, maybe, possibly, okay yeah. He loves the drama - and you absolutely served him everything he needed today.

• He will get a taste of everything.

"I bet they're all whispering about how divine you look. No no! They definitely are, the wind is telling me too."

Diluc

• Is so down bad when he sees you leaving the manor that he almost calls off work today just to spend the day with you.

• You said you were fine spending the day alone but you were all he thought about all day.

• Will call it a day early and heads to the centre of town where he knows you are.

• When you light up at the sight of him and rush toward him, he will forget about every ounce of stress in his bones .

• Will treat you like a princess for the rest of the night and finally kiss you on the lips when you make it home.

• The night with him was full of praise and lets just say Diluc might have called in sick for the next morning.

"Everything about you is perfect. You're my everything."

Kaveh

• His jaw drops but he picks it up quickly so he doesn't look like a fool in front of you.

• Is short circuiting but will smile softly when he realises you're getting shy and nervous at his reaction.

• He'll rope you into a warm embrace and kiss your temple, asking you if you wanted to go anywhere special.

• You said you didn't have anything in mind so he'd take you someplace special - doesn't even check his wallet anymore honestly, finances can be a worry of tomorrow.

"What? You look too pretty to be staying inside! How about dinner? Or a show? My treat!"

Kazuha

• Kazuha has a little bit of a 'lost' look when he sees you, almost as if he's taken time to process something. Similar to a kid watching Dora the Explorer trying to find whatever the fck she's looking for.

• It's like an innocent look

• When you say his name again, he snaps out of it, he has to physically shake his head.

• Becomes sooooo pink and flustered.

• Apologises immediately and compliments you - tells you the absolute truth so you don't misunderstand and think he was being rude.

• Is a secret freak so watch out. Will take you around town just holding just your palm but when you get home he's all over you. Biting, licking, sucking, all with a never ending trail of praise.

"The winds have blessed me with your presence. You are as beautiful as always, radiant, magical. You are the centre of my existence"

Kinich

• Will compliment you casually when he sees you but Ajaw pops up and mocks him about being nonchalant.

• Whips Ajaw away and sighs. Admits that Ajaw is right for once and apologises.

• Takes your wrist and respectfully asks you if your free for the day and night, and his gaze is firmmmm.

• Ajaw doesn't make an appearance till the next day - he already knows what's up

"I know it's last minute but, I'd like to spend more time with you today. If thats okay with you, of course? And... dont worry about Ajaw, he won't bother us."

Lyney

• The most expressive man to ever live, of course he is, he's your lover.

• Will pull you into an embrace, pick u up and twirl you around. Compliments you immediately, and these don't stop - like, ever.

• Very touchy all day and will sneak in at least a few kisses as a part of his 'magic trick'.

• Gentlemanly, and very classy. Lot's of teasing and flirting, but nothing dirty.

• Gushes to Lynette about how pretty you looked today and wont stop until she physically smacks him across the face with a pillow. He then moves on to tell Freminet who is too sweet to tell him to stop.

"A rose for a rose, my love. You are as beautiful as the stars in the night sky."

Scaramouche

• Cums on the spot

• Will be taken off-guard. Does not expect it. Never would have ever dreamed to see the day you're dressed like his personal maid or something.

• Realises your reaction is completely influenced by his reaction and smirks like the villain he is.

• You'll hear genuine praise for the first time and it kind of turns you into mush.

• He'll absolutely adore the control and make complete use of you - he will seize this opportunity and take advantage of you.

• Will see you as a doll he can dress up - and dress down - and will make sure he can experience this in the future again.

"My pretty little doll, come here. I've always been good to you, haven't i?"

Tighnari

• His ears perk up and he gets a little embarrassed. Though he is able to flop his ears back to normal, he still wont be able to stop the way his tail wags from side to side.

• You don't bring that up because it'll only embarrass him further, and teasing Tighnari always came with a snappy remark.

• You decide to be sweet and kiss his cheek, but that makes him even more flustered.

• You step to leave but his palms are already on your waist, pulling you in, his tail wrapped around your leg.

• He mutters something about how the dress isn't suitable for the environment you're in, and that it's a hazard to the mushrooms.

• His face is nestled in the crook of your neck now and he keeps reciting a bunch of forest facts till his breaths slow a bit and he partially passes out right then and there.

• Will get embarrassed about that and when he catches you laughing about it a little too hard he will pull you into bed with him.

• The rest is history, good luck with this one if he's ever in heat.

"I'd like a written or verbal warning at least 3 hours prior to your appearance next time..."

Venti

• Dramatic, just like Lyney.

• Will be sooooooo handsy, doesn't matter if he's in public. He could care less - he's just a feeble bard with his insanely gorgeous lover.

• Honestly has an eye for fashion so he's really into your fit - i mean come on. he was dripped out in booty shorts in the middle of a war.

• Anyway, very touchy, very feely, very horny.

• Will he try feel you up under the table at the tavern - possibly? yeah. yeah he definitely will.

• He doesn't even need to drink to be getting this way, so imagine what he might pull if he was drunk.

• This one is mischievous so take him home quickly.

"So.... did you get all dolled up for me, hmmm? I feel really special y'know? I can make you feel special too, yeah?"

Wanderer

• Will short circuit when he sees you but tries not to act like it affects him.

• The whole day he will skirt around giving you an explicit comment. Instead he'd opt to say things like - the sky is a lot brighter today, I wonder why everyone is so nice today, is it getting hot?

• Will soon get snappy when others compliment you in front of him and take your wrists to drag you elsewhere. Away from everyone.

• Will take you to a vantage point so you look even more ethereal and in the silence admits to you about how you look pretty today.

• Will also apologise for being stubborn and keeping you to himself - he can't help it, at least he's admitting to it.

• When you see how he's still a little frustrated, you kiss him on the lips - only a peck, and he melts. He might even tear up because he was so frustrated with himself.

• He hated that he wasn't able to call you pretty or compliment you before anyone else when he's literally your partner. Hates himself even more bc you're still so understanding.

• He doesn't get why you still stick with him.

• Will pull you in for another kiss, then another... then another. Will leave a mark, and maybe a couple more, just for good measure.

"I know I'm being selfish, but you're the only one I like in this place. I don't want to share that."

Wriothesley

• He's about to get up to make his evening cup of tea but sits back down on his chair when he hears the door open. No knock means it's you.

• Will whistle when you step in with your gorg fit.

• It's like clockwork for you two, really. You don't need to be told to come over to where he was. But in the case you were a bit shy to show him your outfit, he'd smirk softly and pat onto his thigh.

• Will pull you in, gentle and careful not to ruin your precious clothes, and settle you in your rightful seat - his lap.

• Will try his best to keep everything neat and in-tact, but truthfully, the dress just ends up bunched around your waist.

• Still gorgeous no matter what.

"Who made you this pretty, hm? Are you trying to get more people into trouble?"

Xiao

• Thinks you look pretty even if you wore a garbage liner as a dress.

• Seriously, he is whipped, no matter which way you look at it.

• He's not very accustomed to modern day garments, and he doesn't really hang out in the city, so it does look a little foreign to him.

• Like, he doesn't have the reaction someone else would.

• Regardless, he'd blush and look away like a little awkward school boy who has a crush for the first time ever (even though you've been dating him for years now).

• Thinks you're too pretty to even try get handsy - he doesn't even want to touch you or the dress, fearing he'd ruin something so dainty.

• He'd place a Qingxin flower in your hair and a kiss on your bare shoulder.

• Ok and maybe it drags on to be a kiss on your collar bone, jaw, behind the ear... all the really soft/innocent, but intimate areas.

"I don't know what I did to deserve you in this lifetime. I'll make sure to cherish every part of you. That is my oath."

[vxnillabxn]

hey! can i request an x reader with all of the li’s (or just caleb if all 5 are too much ;;) abt an mc who is a bit embarrassed abt having ‘nerdy’ or ‘weird’ hobbies (anime, figures, otome games, etc.)? i’m into lots of those things like many other people in the fandom, but i’ve only recently become more embarrassed abt them TT

love your writing as always 💕💕

𐙚˙⋆.˚ mainfive! x nerdy gn!reader ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ fluff! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ sfw! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ do not translate/copy/repost! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚embrace whatever makes you happy! (as long as it doesn't hurt others ofc) ᵎᵎ also, i'm not sure if the word "nerdy" is considered bad... at least i use it all the time to describe myself, so uh, if it is, i'm deeply sorry! ꒰˵ˊᯅˋ˵꒱ i added some cute ideas of how they would share those hobbies, too! hope you like it, and thanks for the fun request, pumpkin~ ♡

𐙚˙⋆.˚ caleb! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚he's a nerd. you can't look at him and tell me he isn't. he is obsessed with planes, he will rant about them nonstop, he even has a collection of plane models, okay?

﹙♡﹚so, if you collect figurines, or have posters, dolls or even plushies of your favorite shows, animes or games, he won't mind at all. in fact, he won't get why you feel embarrassed about your favorite stuff!

﹙♡﹚he will ask what you're currently watching, and he will catch up just so you have someone to talk about it with, because he wants to understand why you like something so much, and he loves seeing your eyes lighting up.

﹙♡﹚and yes… even if you're 700+ episodes in, he'll binge-watch them and then talk to you, but don't you dare show him any spoilers, or he'll likely do the same with shows he knows you haven't watched yet.

﹙♡﹚he would actually love to have lazy days with you, just watching or rewatching animes or series with you, because seeing you so entertained and happy makes him happy too.

﹙♡﹚if you are into cosplaying, you can bet he'll ask for a couple cosplay. he gets to be the big, tough character, though, only to show off his biceps.

﹙♡﹚if you feel shy about admitting your favorite shows, games or comics to other people, he'll chime in and talk about his nerdy likes first, so you too feel reassured to share.

﹙♡﹚do be careful around otome games, though… he'll find out about them, and he won't be thrilled, especially since you literally have him? right there? not on your screen? pipsqueak please—

﹙♡﹚if you do play them, however, expect him to be looking and clenching his jaw, talking about how corny the characters are, and how he's sooooo much better.

﹙♡﹚—he'll celebrate with you if you get SSR+ cards, though, especially if he sees you spending lots for it… but act blind. you didn't see anything.—

𐙚˙⋆.˚ rafayel! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚oh man. even if you try to hide your hobbies or favorite things from him, he'll find out. he'll want to know what makes you smile so much, what makes you squeal, cry, scream… let him in!

﹙♡﹚i feel he wouldn't understand the hype at first… unless he sees the artwork or if you accidentally show him the art forums. if he understands the vision, the colors, the animation/drawing style… then he's in.

﹙♡﹚he's very likely to become famous on patreon for his fanarts, too. make sure to manage his earnings well, hehe. (exploit him if you must)

﹙♡﹚he'll also draw you in different styles, whether you want him to do so with one of your favorite games or one of your favorite animes, he's got you.

﹙♡﹚he'll find himself putting on your favorite shows as he paints as background noise, or have you spoil him about what happens; he loves when you feel reassured and ramble about the things you feel passionate about.

﹙♡﹚and no, he can't wait two seasons to find out the ending, nor will he wait for the manga/spoilers to be leaked online. tell him now, or make up something.

﹙♡﹚also, i know he would adore dressing you up and helping you with your makeup and wigs if you cosplay. he'll go with you to different conventions to help you touch up, and also to help you feel confident. he's such a sweetheart.

﹙♡﹚buuuut, he'd love for you to ask him to cosplay with you! the pictures he would take of the two of you? endless, majestic, museum-worthy.

﹙♡﹚if someone dares shame you for your hobbies, he'll give the shadiest side-eye ever, because what do you mean people are still shaming others to this day…? get a life.

﹙♡﹚do not let him play the same games as you, especially if they are competitive. this fishy boy will not let you rest, and if you win against him or surpass him? you'll face his tantrums for days.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ sylus! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚his attention is piqued when you start hiding your figurines, posters or favorite comics whenever he's around.

﹙♡﹚is there something you don't want him to see? trust me, no genre, game, show or comic you're into will scare him away, nor make him feel like you're ridiculous.

﹙♡﹚he wants to know everything, he wants you to share things with him, even if you feel like he won't like them. —he'll end up being a shoujo fan, i know he would.

﹙♡﹚if you play games until late… he also plays video games, and he doesn't sleep at night, so you quite literally have the perfect partner, and he is very good at playing, too.

﹙♡﹚also, you'll soon become one of those gaming accounts you hate. yeah, those that have all the skins, all the guns, all the cards, all the collectibles… those that are leveled up to the max, and that you just know spent thousands to get there.

﹙♡﹚or even worse; one of those fans that has all the books, all the plushies, all the figurines, posters and even the VA's personalized signatures.

﹙♡﹚because his credit card is yours, and he'll encourage you to spend on games and hobbies with no shame. indulge yourself a little, kitten.

﹙♡﹚he'll also let you have a room for all of your collectibles or mangas/books. display your most precious treasures, sweetie. he'll be proud.

﹙♡﹚if you feel embarrassed about being seen at anime conventions, or any events regarding your favorite things, he'll definitely organize something private for you and your friends to still enjoy without the unnecessary attention.

﹙♡﹚but truly, you don't need to feel embarrassed, not when your boyfriend will happily indulge in what you like, and will always make you accept what makes you happy, unapologetically so.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ xavier! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚baby's an avid reader, just slide a manga or comic into his hands and he'll start reading and looking at the pictures, too.

﹙♡﹚or, print the lore and theories from one of your favorite games and hand them to him. he'll link everything up and, without noticing it, point out the flaws or debunk some fan theories in no time.

﹙♡﹚that is probably the best way to get him into the things you like, without him saying he's too tired to binge-watch or to understand what's going on.

﹙♡﹚he's probably the most calm about your hobbies. he won't understand why you feel embarrassed about them, if they make you feel so happy and distract you from those stressful days.

﹙♡﹚he will, however, throw a fuss about otome games. yes, he's jealous. no, don't laugh at him. what do you mean they can “call” you? and why are characters saying lovey-dovey things through your screen? not on his watch—

﹙♡﹚if you play your cards right, you can get him to play video games with you. especially if they are rpg or medieval-coded.

﹙♡﹚yes, give him those knights, dragons, kings, queens, elves, castles… he'll be in a trance, making sure to skill up aggressively —if he remembers to log in.

﹙♡﹚although, he'll also just enjoy being by your side whenever you are watching, reading or playing something. he'll curl up against you, even if you shift too much, scream, yell or squeal in joy.

﹙♡﹚seeing you being so carefree and happy whenever you do something you genuinely enjoy makes him incredibly happy.

﹙♡﹚so, even when he doesn't necessarily participate as actively as you do in your hobbies, just know you have someone to rant with, and who will always consider them just as valid and important as you do.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ zayne! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚give him some time, okay? he's trying his best to keep up with your hobbies and all the things you like.

﹙♡﹚obviously, he'll smile like a fool whenever he sees you enjoying a show, a game, or if you are actively reading something with so much passion. why are you so cute?

﹙♡﹚but slow down when talking about characters. he is still getting the hang of it, and he is also mentally relating them to their corresponding fandoms.

﹙♡﹚he's totally the type of man to add an “s” to things, like… “is he one of the kaikyuus?” or “is that one your shingekis?” an old man at heart, truly.

﹙♡﹚he remembers every single thing you mention, though, and he'll surprise you by buying some things for you here and there, just so you feel further validated about your likes.

﹙♡﹚during his free time, if you're not there with him, he'll watch a show you like, so he can talk about it when he comes home to you. also, it reminds him of you, and doing something that makes you so happy fills his heart with warmth, sugar, flowers, and everything in between.

﹙♡﹚if you collect figurines or plushies, the man will look up how to keep them clean. he'll use some tools to dust them off, and leave them shiny or good as new.

﹙♡﹚he'll make space for your comics, mangas or books in his bookshelves, and you can definitely fill them up if you must. after all, he only displays important and meaningful books for him, and yours are exactly that.

﹙♡﹚and feel free to decorate his office, too. put posters up, cardboard figures, keychains, drawings, anything.

﹙♡﹚he'll never feel embarrassed to explain that's what his love likes, and therefore, he enjoys it too. no, it's not childish nor embarrassing; it's part of you, and there's nothing about you that he doesn't like.

[deerspherestudios]

hello there! i just wanted to ramble incoherently and say that michael's character and his insecurities really touched me. the way you wrote him felt so human (ironically) and natural! i know many people have applauded you on his character but i have some different perspective hopefully. made a whole account just to send this (before realizing i had to wait a whole day to send an ask). really sorry if this seems cheesy!

for starters, i suffer from a condition that alters my appearance pretty drastically. i won't get really into detail about what it is, but i always have to wear somewhat of a disguise when i go out. i've gotten used to it by now, since i've had to deal with it for a little over 5 years already, but there is that lingering sense of fear and disgust that comes here and there with myself. while i haven't had anyone call me a monster, i've definitely had some ridiculing or insensitive comments and remarks.

i'd lie, jump over and dodge the truth to people so that perhaps someone, someone could see me as a person they could love. be attracted to, accepted wholeheartedly without a doubt. obviously that's not going to work, i could only keep away the truth away for so long. i wanted to love and be loved, not despite my flaws or appearance but with it. so it made me jealous and bitter. why couldn't i be like everyone else? who would love and accept someone like me?

when mychael finally confessed, i think i understood that dread. that nasty, ugly feeling when the guilt crawls up to you. when you've been found out after lying your way into a companionship because you wanted to hope that maybe, someday, someone will stay. but you deceived them. can someone really forgive something as hideous as you?

you've done a wonderful job at writing mychael. i love how his circumstance is definitely prominent, but there's also still so much more to him beyond that. the heartbreak, the insecurities, love and galore!

moving on from that, i think what i enjoy most is that discomfort you get from rejecting him as the days past. he's genuine and kind, but also so pushy and desperate. it's like trying to say "no" to the super nice person who just wants to get to know you better and be their nice usual self as usual! and it's like, man, i can't really deny them because they've done this and that! you'd be a terrible person to refuse them! the game shows you what it has in store, and then let's you decide whether you should trust him or not. and what i just love is how it almost manipulates you into coming back and replaying the game because you feel so bad for mychael. it doesn't even need to do much! he's such a genuine person and he feels so real, so you inflict your actual real life response onto him and boom!! manipulation time! look at him :( are you gonna say no to him out of all people? wow, you're the monster for wanting boundaries. such a different but amazing pace from the usual yandere-type games.

so in total: am i projecting? definitely. but that doesn't deny that you've made a beautiful and compelling game and character. i can't express to you enough how much this touches me, so thank you for making me (and i'm sure many others) feel heard and seen through a yandere visual novel out of all things! and you know what? i'd probably be a little obsessed with someone if they were as kind and accepting as MC. difference is that i'd start bawling after the river speech aha. i do wonder how mychael would react to someone like me though. i didn't wanna send a separate ask so i just dumped out everything in one. anyway, very sorry for how long this was! not the best at explaining myself, but thank you again for creating mushroom oasis :)

Waaa a a , ,, thank you for such a heartfelt message,,, weeps,,,

As for how Mychael would react, he'd definitely feel a sense of kinship on being judged for how you look, and finding someone who can relate to him so well would give him a sense of comfort too <3

Who knows maybe YOU'RE his comfort character!!

[ssweeterthanfiction]

hi! i absolutely adored your an evening with mr fantastic. it was such a warm and loving fic, so full of a quiet and gentle love that translated so well through reed as a character who shows his affection through actions rather than words. i was wondering if you would ever do a continuation with more of the same thing? maybe a quiet morning together, reed trying to cook breakfast for reader and he burns the food, and he is just so hopeless and perfectly imperfect that reader can’t help but laugh and love him even more

HI YES OF COURSEEEEE

A Morning with Mr. Fantastic

husband!reed richards x wife!reader content warnings: none! summary: a morning with your husband wc: 1.3k

part one | masterlist.

You wake to the sound of breathing. Slow, steady, warm against your shoulder.

The room is bathed in that early morning kind of gold, the kind that creeps in gentle and uninvited, slipping past the curtains like it belongs there. It settles on the duvet, the hardwood floors, the crumpled button-down at the foot of the bed. You squint against it, not quite ready to let go of sleep just yet.

Reed is still dead to the world beside you.

One of his arms is slung across your waist, his hand resting just beneath the hem of your borrowed sleep shirt. His face is buried half in the pillow, half in your shoulder, mouth slightly open, hair sticking out in six different directions. You can feel the slow rise and fall of his chest against your back—one of those quiet rhythms you’ve learned to tune into like a second heartbeat.

You shift slightly, and his grip tightens, reflexive. He doesn’t wake, but he murmurs something into your skin. Probably a formula. Possibly your name. It’s hard to tell this early.

You smile.

You could stay here. Should stay here. But your legs are tangled in the blankets, and you’re getting a little warm, and your neck’s at just enough of an odd angle that it’ll probably start to ache soon. Carefully, you slide out from beneath his arm, moving slow so as not to disturb him. He makes a soft noise of protest, brow furrowing, but doesn’t stir.

You slip into the bathroom, wash your face, stretch your arms over your head. The Baxter Building is still. No lab beeping, no alerts, no alarms, no interruptions. Just a rare morning of quiet. The kind that begs for blankets and bare feet and nothing at all to do.

You think about crawling back into bed.

But then you hear it.

A sound from the kitchen. A…clang, followed by a muffled thud. Then silence. Then a slow, dramatic creak. Something metallic.

You pause.

Another sound follows: the unmistakable sizzle of something on a stovetop. Possibly bacon. Possibly an experiment. You can’t tell.

You sigh, already smiling.

Reed Richards is up.

And apparently, he’s making breakfast.

Or trying to.

You pause in the hallway before you enter the kitchen, taking a second to prepare yourself for whatever situation you’re about to walk into.

And sure enough, the moment you step inside....you see it.

Reed Richards, world-renowned scientist, Mister Fantastic himself is standing in front of the stove wearing a lab coat over his pajamas.

And safety goggles.

For eggs.

There’s flour on the counter. And on the floor. A carton of eggs sits open beside a very large glass mixing bowl filled with what might be pancake batter, though it's taken on an odd sheen. The coffee maker whirring in a way that it definitely shouldn't.

You blink.

“Reed?”

He jolts slightly, turning toward you with the wild, startled energy of a man who has either just solved a mathematical breakthrough or nearly set off the smoke alarm. Possibly both.

“You weren’t supposed to be up yet,” he says.

“I smelled burning.”

“Ah.” He glances back at the pan. “Yes. That tracks.”

Beside him, rolling around is HERBIE in his little apron, buzzing quietly and holding what appears to be a whisk in one mechanical arm and a fire extinguisher in the other.

You step in carefully, scanning the damage.

“Reed, baby… what are you doing?”

He frowns, pushing the goggles up onto his forehead. There’s a small smear of batter on his temple.

“I was making you breakfast,” he says simply. “You let me sleep in yesterday. I wanted to return the gesture.”

Your heart does an actual somersault in your chest.

He gestures vaguely to the counter. “I was aiming for pancakes. Or scrambled eggs. Or… at least toast.”

You glance at the counter. “You aimed wide.”

He sighs, running a hand through his hair—only managing to smear more flour into it.

“I don’t understand it,” he mutters. “I followed every instruction. I accounted for surface tension, thermal conductivity, and ideal ratios. HERBIE adjusted the heat twice.” A beat. “I even preheated the pan.”

You reach up and gently tug the goggles off his head, setting them on the counter with a soft clink.

“Reed.”

He looks at you, sheepish and messy and covered in flour.

“You’re not allowed to be this brilliant and this hopeless at the same time.”

He gives a little shrug, as if to say that’s just the curse of genius, and you finally, finally let out the laugh that’s been rising in your chest since you walked in. It bubbles up bright and unfiltered, and Reed freezes like he’s afraid you’re laughing at him.

But then you’re wrapping your arms around his waist, slipping your hands under the lab coat, resting your cheek against his floury shirt.

“You are a disaster,” you murmur, “but you’re my disaster.”

You feel him melt—just a little. His arms circle you awkwardly at first, then with more confidence, as he exhales into your hair. HERBIE whirrs approvingly behind you.

“We still have batter,” Reed offers cautiously. “It might… cooperate.”

You lift your head, grinning. “Okay. But I’m taking over the stove.”

“Deal,” he says, already stepping back.

HERBIE follows him with a small hopeful beep.

You roll up your sleeves, still in one of his oversized button-downs, and take stock of what can be salvaged.

The batter is…not hopeless, surprisingly. A little thick, but manageable. You add a splash of milk, stir it gently, and hand the whisk to Reed without ceremony.

“Here. Stir slow, okay?”

He takes it with the concentration of a man defusing a bomb.

HERBIE rolls up beside you and beeps once, extending a metal arm with a clean spatula at the end.

“Thank you, sous-chef,” you murmur, taking it.

“I was also stirring,” Reed points out, like HERBIE is outshining him.

You glance over. Reed is still whisking...but in an odd, figure-eight pattern that you’re almost certain no recipe ever called for.

“Sweetheart?”

“Yes?”

“That’s…not a real technique.”

“It’s a control pattern,” he says, not looking up.

“Right. Let’s just try a circle this time...”

He obeys. Sort of. You’re pretty sure he’s sneaking in smaller figure-eights when he thinks you’re not watching.

Together, you guide the rest of the process, pouring the batter, watching the edges bubble, flipping them gently. HERBIE chirps every time a pancake lands cleanly on the plate like it’s a mission accomplished. Reed stands beside you, hands on your hips, chin resting on your shoulder while you cook.

“You smell like vanilla,” he murmurs.

“That’s because I added vanilla extract.”

“No, I meant you.”

You glance at him. He’s smiling, soft and a little sleepy-eyed, like he’s proud of you for conquering breakfast.

By the time the last pancake is on the plate, the kitchen is still a mess, but it feels less chaotic now. There’s flour on the cabinets, a streak of batter on your cheek, Reed’s safety goggles still abandoned on the counter like a crime scene.

You pour two mugs of coffee, and Reed grabs the plate of pancakes with both hands like it’s a precious sample for testing.

“Where are we eating?” he asks.

You glance at the kitchen table. It’s covered in blueprints, beakers, and some kind of half-dismantled prototype.

You nod toward the living room. “Window. Floor. Sunlight.”

He follows without hesitation.

You settle down on the rug, legs tucked under you, sunlight washing over your skin like honey. Reed sets everything down and joins you—his limbs folding awkwardly, his robe half undone, his hair still a disaster. He doesn’t care. Neither do you.

You hand him a fork. He stares at it, thoughtful.

“What?” you ask.

“I feel like I should’ve made a better breakfast,” he admits. “Or at least not required a fire extinguisher.”

You reach across the plate, pluck the smallest pancake, and pop a bite into your mouth.

“It’s perfect,” you say through a mouthful, “because you made it.”

He stares at you like you just solved something he’s been working on for years.

Then, quietly: “You’re so easy to love.”

You blink, surprised, but only for a second.

“So are you,” you say.

[sevsevteen]

ᯓ★ˎˊ˗ [loosely inspired by hit the road]

文俊辉 - Crow

The old dorm was almost completely silent, save for the hum of the AC and the gentle flipping of pages in the living room. A warm-toned desk lamp illuminated the table where Jun sat, brow furrowed as he stared at the Korean workbook in front of him. His lips moved silently, forming the syllables, until—

“Yeon...geon...seup...ni...da.”

He paused. Frowned. “I said it wrong again, didn’t I?”

Joshua let out a soft chuckle from across the table. “Closer than last time,” he said, encouraging. “But it’s yeon-geob-seum-ni-da. See? Soft b sound, not n.”

“Yeon-geob...seum...ni-da,” Jun repeated, and this time, looked toward you, who sat beside him, doodling idly on a notepad. “Was that okay?”

You glanced up, nodded with a small smile. “Getting smoother. You’ll get it soon.”

Jun's shoulders relaxed, and he scribbled the corrected pronunciation beside the word in his notebook. Every page of it was filled with tiny annotations, arrows, and phonetic guides, written in both shaky Hangul and Chinese characters.

There was effort in every line. Every syllable.

He wasn't naturally good with language - not the way some others were. And now, in a whole different country, he couldn’t fall back into Mandarin when things got too hard. So he clung to every kind word, every correction, like a handrail on stairs too steep.

.

The camera settled on Jun in a quiet studio. No background music. Just soft lighting, his profile illuminated by the warm hue of a side lamp. He sat still for a few seconds before the staff gently prompted the next question off-camera.

“Do you feel like people understand the real you?”

Jun hesitated. Not dramatically - just enough to show he was thinking carefully.

“…Not always,” he said in Korean, slowly.

His brows furrowed slightly as he searched for the words. His fingers curled into the sleeves of his sweater, thumbs rubbing the edges absentmindedly.

“I feel pressured when the real me is different from what other people think,” he laughed half-heartedly.

“Because…in Korean, I don’t really know how to express my thoughts in a clever way, unlike the other members. So most times, I usually say something short. Simple. Or…I don’t say anything. I just smile. Nod. Laugh.”

He looked down, then up again.

“And then people say, ‘Ah, Jun is so quiet. So mysterious. So 4D.’”

He gave a tiny laugh, then a pause.

“I actually have a lot of thoughts. I feel many things. But when I want to say them…the words don’t come fast enough. Or...I worry it sounds weird. So I hold it in.”

He pressed a hand to his chest lightly. “The real me - he’s not trying to act cool or funny. He just wants to be understood. Even a little.”

The screen lingered on his expression - gentle, raw, sincere.

Then he added in Mandarin, voice steadier:

“Sometimes, I’m afraid the version of Jun they love isn’t really me. It’s the one they imagine because I couldn’t explain myself properly.”

He took a deep breath, the corners of his lips lifting to give a small smile.

“But I hope…even if it takes time…the real me can reach them too.”

.

The scene opened in a small backstage waiting room, slightly cluttered with stylists’ bags and half-empty water bottles. The soft buzz of a hairdryer hummed from a corner, but on the old leather couch, sat you and Jun - shoulders nearly brushing, takeout meals balanced on your knees.

Jun was mid-chew, eyes scanning the small TV mounted on the wall playing a muted re-run of your performance.

“Your part was good today,” he said plainly, glancing at you between bites. “But your mic wasn’t loud. You should tell the staff to fix it. You always stay quiet and just accept it.”

You blinked, caught off guard not by his comment, but by the way he said it - blunt, slightly assertive, almost protective. Jun wasn’t usually this direct with others. Especially not in Korean.

You looked at him, only to find him already looking away. His chewing slowed, and guilt crept into his expression as the tips of his ears coloured.

“…Sorry,” he mumbled. “That sounded too– like I’m scolding. I didn’t mean it badly.”

You didn’t say anything right away. Just smiled. A soft, knowing kind of smile. The one that didn’t need words to be felt.

“It’s okay,” you spoke, nudging his knee with yours gently. “I like when you speak comfortably with me.”

Jun looked back at you, eyes searching yours for sincerity. You gave him a small nod, holding his gaze. Jun didn’t respond right away, but the corners of his lips lifted ever so slightly - not into a smirk, but something softer. Fonder.

“I know you only get like that with people you’re close to.”

A silence passed between them - not awkward, just full. Full of understanding. Shared memories. Late nights in the practice room, silent gestures, Mandarin scribbled on sticky notes, you correcting his Korean pronunciation before evaluations.

“Do you remember?” You continued, grinning, “when Minghao wasn’t around yet…you used to sit with me and Joshua after practice. You kept calling the ‘sofa’ a ‘soju’ for two weeks straight.”

Jun huffed a laugh, cheeks pinking. “Ah, how do you still remember that…”

You looked over at him, eyes warm.

“Because you always tried,” you said, voice soft. “You always try. Step by step. That’s why I’m happy when you talk freely. Even if it’s direct. Even if it’s weird. It means you trust me.”

Jun turned to glance at you, lips parted like he wanted to say something - but the words stayed unspoken. Instead, he just gave you that boyish smile that only came out when he forgot the cameras and the crowd.

He reached for his drink, the corner of his mouth twitching up.

“…Then I’ll keep speaking weird,” he muttered under his breath.

You smiled again. “Please do.”

.

“What would you do if Jun threw a childish tantrum?”

Wonwoo chuckles quietly, fingers lightly tapping the cap of his water bottle, not even needing to think. 

“He wouldn’t. Jun doesn’t throw tantrums.”

He waves a hand in denial, eyes squinting thoughtfully like he’s playing back memories in his head.

“He’s actually...one of the most gentle people I know. Kind. He may look a little eccentric or hard to read sometimes because he’s quiet on camera. But he's really patient with us.”

Wonwoo shifts in his seat, his voice growing a little softer - not out of hesitation, but admiration.

“Something I’ve noticed about him is…he compares himself to others a lot. But not in a way that breaks him. He looks at everyone’s strengths, and he tries to grow from that. It’s like he’s always thinking, ‘Ah, I want to try that too, I want to be better at that too.’ Not because he thinks he’s not good enough, but because he believes he can be.”

He pauses for a moment, then smiles again, deeper this time.

“He improves himself step by step. Without noise. Without needing attention. And that…that’s really admirable. Even beyond how well he sings or dances.”

A thoughtful silence.

“I think…Jun has one of the strongest souls I’ve ever known.”

The camera lingers on him for a few beats more, the sincerity in his expression saying the rest.

.

The team is winding down after a long schedule. The makeup artist clears out her brushes, a few staff are packing up cords. It’s quiet. A lull of tired laughter and half-finished snacks.

You sat beside Jun at the corner of the waiting room couch, but were leaned over towards Minghao, seemingly exchanging whispers and giggles with him. Jun, still in his stage outfit, scrolls through his phone with one hand while chewing on a sweet potato, totally unaware.

You turn to him quietly, your voice soft but clear.

“我觉得你是一个很了不起的人，文俊辉。”

(I think you’re an incredible person, Wen Junhui.)

Jun freezes. His head jerks slightly toward you, eyes wide in disbelief.

“That’s so sudden? Since when could you speak Mandarin?”

You chuckle sheepishly, shrugging a shoulder.

“只会一点儿。我逼了明浩教我一些。”

(Just a little. I forced Minghao to teach me some.)

Jun sets his phone down, completely focused now. He stares at you, a soft stunned smile tugging at his lips. There’s something tender and unspoken in the way he looks at you - like your effort reached a part of him words usually can’t.

“Why would you want to learn Mandarin?”

“Because you try so hard for everyone else to understand you. I wanted to meet you halfway.”

Jun doesn’t respond at first. He just gazes at you, eyes warm and glassy. The kind of look you give someone who unknowingly made you feel seen.

He finally leans forward just slightly, resting his elbow on his knee and lowering his voice so it’s only for you.

 “谢谢你。你是我非常珍惜的一个人。”

(Thank you. You’re someone I treasure very much.)

“...Myungho-ah, what did he say?”

--

Don’t worry, you will be the galaxy that lights up the darkness

hit the road series m.list

[bones4thecats]

Can I request headcanons for how would Akaza, Gyutaro, Gyomei Himejima, Giyuu Tomioka, and Kyojuro Rengoku act like when he wants his gn s/o's attention please?

↳ Answering My Husband II.

A Demon Slayer × Gender-Neutral! Reader.

Chapters: Answering My Husband I.

Requester: Anonymous.

Characters Included: Akaza, Gyutaro, Gyomei Himejima, Giyuu Tomioka, and Kyojuro Rengoku.

A/N: You can tell I liked writing this part more than the first and that my ideas flowed more when writing, lol. Anyways, enjoy Anon!

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❄️ Akaza does love your attention. It's as if he feeds off of that rather than your flesh and blood. He takes pride in being the third-strongest demon, and it's obvious whenever he becomes desperate for your eyes on him. ❄️ It's because of his strength that he constantly finds the need for your attention. He deserves it! You love him, right? Then look at him! Please!

❄️ The main way he'll gain your attention is by fighting or training. He'll go against Douma, challenge him to his spot, or just jump around the Infinity Castle or forests around Japan to show off his strength. ❄️ But, sometimes he uses other methods to gain your gaze. ❄️ Physical contact: Akaza will try training you, using his hands to guide your form. Conversations: He will talk with you about anything he can think about; Douma being an idiot, your progress in fighting, etc. ❄️ When he gets your attention, he does not plan on letting it go so easily. If he'll do anything to get your attention on him, he'll most definitely do anything to keep it there.

🩸 Gyutaro is a very jealous man. If your eyes glance at someone else, it's highly likely that your demon lover knows and is already imagining tearing the person apart in the most painful ways he can think of. 🩸 The only way you can keep him from getting a higher body count that included almost the entirety of the Entertainment District is by giving him more attention than you did the person. 🩸 That is one of the biggest ways he can get your attention, actually. Just by being himself. It's not intentional a lot of the time, it just happens. He is completely different when he wants your attention. 🩸 He will stand behind you and grab you for himself. Not caring about anyone else in the area. You are all that's on his mind now, and he is going to get what he wants right now. He might die if he's away from your grasp any longer. 🩸 Gyutaro will then just take you away. Where will he take you? Depends on your location. If you're in the Infinity Castle, you'll head for your own room. Entertainment District? The room Daki set up for you both. Anywhere else? Most likely the forest. 🩸 Whenever he actually gets your full attention, Gyutaro acts like a puppy. He will push his head into your hands as you graze his scalp with your fingers.

🪨 Gyomei understands that he can't always have your attention. The guy took in orphans when he was a teenager, he knows that patience is a key to having a healthy bond with someone. But that doesn't mean it doesn't pain him when you need to ignore him to help others. 🪨 It's because of his humbleness that he and you are still together. Your work at the Butterfly Mansion kept you away from him and others for long periods of time, and you loved how understanding Gyomei was with you. There's no wonder why other slayers who are in relationships look up to you both. 🪨 Now, whenever Gyomei does act on his wishes for your attention, he normally does it when you are free of any work. This is normally when Shinobu or even Aoi send you away to rest. 🪨 The most common way that he gets your attention is by laying his hand on-top of a part of you; your shoulder, head, hand, whatever he could get a hand on at the time really. He then tells you something fun. What his cat did that day, how Genya was doing in training, or even what happened on his last mission. 🪨 Once your attention is grabbed, he'll hold you on his lap. Your legs would be over them and your head would relax against his chest as he would tell you stories. His heartbeat was calm as he felt your chest rise and fall. "I love you so much, gemstone."

❤️‍🔥 Rengoku is one of the most attention-loving people you could come across. Some could say it was because of the neglect from his father and death of his mother when he was young that caused his wish for the positive engrossment. No matter the cause, attention was something he loved from you. ❤️‍🔥 His smile is always present, it only seemingly widens and brightens whenever you are there beside him. Your attention is what makes him happy. ❤️‍🔥 When your attention isn't on him, he understands. Much like Gyomei, Rengoku understands that you can't always be by his side. That's life as demon slayers. Wherever a demon laid, you must be there to protect the people at their bloody-mercy. ❤️‍🔥 The only times that his patience becomes thin is when you're away from each other for over a week's time. He becomes more down and less contagiously joyful. It's so noticeable that his fellow Hashira believe that something could've happened to his brother or father. ❤️‍🔥 Nope. He just wanted your eyes on him that morning. ❤️‍🔥 Rengoku gains your attention through one big thing; his voice. He will just call your name, and your eyes immediately snap to him. Because of the volume and tone he uses, any word he says gets your mind set directly on him and him alone. ❤️‍🔥 Once he gets your attention, he does not let it go easy. He does anything he can to keep it on him. Call him desperate or possessive, he doesn't care. The love you both share is one that he will never let go of like a broken-down leaf.

🌊 Giyuu, unsurprisingly, isn't the fondest of attention. He stands far away from his fellow Hashira for a reason. The fact that eyes could be on him at all times sends a shiver down the spine of the water breather. 🌊 Yet, whenever you stand before him and act like he's the only one in the room warms his heart. Your attention seemingly calms him rather than unnerves him. It was an odd feeling, but an odd one that he embraced with open arms. 🌊 When your attention is taken away from himself, he's normally perfectly calm about it. You have a life outside of just him. You had it before, and you'll have it when you're in a relationship. That's something he accepted early on in your friendship and it only sunk in deeper when your love was announced and solidified. 🌊 To get your attention, Giyuu has two different moves; he grabs your hand, or really initiates any physical touch, and by saying your name with a slight squeak in his tone. 🌊 Giyuu, with the first tactic, started using it when he found you talking to Sanemi. The Wind Hashira was asking you about your status of relationships. For what reason? Because he was your close friend, almost like a brother to you. Giyuu, completely misreading the situation, had come up behind you and wrapped an arm around your waist. You were flushed as Sanemi's eye twitched and Obanai blinked calmly and held him back from attacking the Water Hashira. 🌊 With the second tactic, Giyuu uses it when he knows the person you are around is harmless. During Hashira training, for example; he merely calls your name when you're helping Tanjiro and his friends. He does the first thing when around others. If he doesn't know you're not going to hit on you, his guard is up. 🌊 Giyuu is extremely happy after getting your attention. He'll hold you close from behind and nuzzle his face in your neck as you speak to him. And every time he does so, he hopes Shinobu isn't nearby. She already teases him a lot, he doesn't need more of it.

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[crescentfool]

my friend keeps telling me that they "don't know anything about deltarune chapter 4" and this is what i imagine every time they say that

[gatheringbones]

[“This all makes me wonder, as a teacher, whether consent can ever really be taught in a mandatory class. No, for real. Because I can teach the content, but the practice is elusive. When I lob a question out there into the classroom, I am an authority that is demanding an answer. And often those who reply are the ones conditioned to comply. When I throw a question into the classroom, it sometimes hangs there, uncomfortably waiting to be answered, until someone speaks up— often a woman, clearly uncomfortable with the silence.

I find myself, as a feminist teacher, wanting to hear more women’s voices in the classroom and yet also wanting to teach women agency by teaching them they don’t have to answer the call of authority. I employ tricks to get around being in the position of nakedly requiring a specific student to answer and to try to get different people to speak. I assign student-led discussions, and I go around the room to have people share their ideas, allowing people to pass if they must. I try to repeat that every voice is valuable. But, in a way, I keep coming back to the idea that our culture is saturated with the concept of obedience, and to truly teach consent we have to rethink almost everything about the way power dynamics are taught. A lot will have to get thrown on the scrap heap. Even some stuff we love.

Like… Green Eggs and Ham. A number of years ago I wrote a sassy little S and M spoof of Green Eggs and Ham, and a friend drew an illustration of it that hangs proudly in my living room. It shows Sam I Am—now Dom I Am—proudly wielding a crop behind that other character—you know, the one who has no name?—who is bent over with a worried look on his face. Studying this picture over the years I have come to realize that Green Eggs and Ham is profoundly fucked up. It’s rape culture! No, really! The phallic Sam I Am insisting on his ego and his pleasure and emotionally coercing the poor nameless character with a ceaseless barrage of questions: Would you like it with a house? Would you like it with a mouse? The other guy, identity erased and unimportant, is subjected to harassment until he gives in and “likes” it.

NO MEANS NO, SAM I AM!

People don’t magically like foods after they’ve been harassed into trying them. It’s time to start looking at the underlying messages about consent that we are teaching when we read children’s books, and as much as I enjoyed the book at the time, I think Green Eggs and Ham needs to go on the trash heap of history. It’s okay. We can still have The Lorax and The Sneetches.

There are all kinds of things we need to be aware of when we have power over others. Whether that power is as a teacher or a parent, we should always think about how we are teaching agency. This means that we not make children kiss relatives they don’t want to kiss, or wear scratchy ugly pink nightgowns just because their grandparents gave them to them for Christmas. It may be that there are times when we as adults do need to exert power over children’s bodies for their own good: to insist that they hold still while we clean a wound or to wear a coat when it’s cold outside. But a sharp delineation needs to be made between control over their bodies for their own sake and for ours. If we do make a child do something, we should be ready and willing to answer their question of why—to give them that trade-off of agency. They deserve an answer to their question and for it to be a good one, so that they do not automatically yield their control over their body to anyone who presumes to have power over them.”]

cherry zonkowski, from the green eggs and ham scam, from ask: building consent culture, edited by kitty stryker, 2017

[alonelyartist1432]

Hii! I think requests are open! (Forgive me if they’re not). If that’s the case I would like to put in a request!

Can you do a Wind breaker characters x reader that goes to a prestigious school? You can pick the characters and format, I’m really good with reading anything.

Feel free to not, but can you also include these factors?

•The students of the reader’s school view Furin as a school for the immature, unruly, delinquents that do nothing but fight.

•The reader pretends to dislike Furin to fit in with her peers but ultimately warms up to them.

Thank you so much! 🫶

Rebel Hearts || Windbreaker boys x reader

“I thought you said you wouldn’t kiss me?” ♡ “On the cheek, I never said lips were off limit”

☆ In which: You are from Tsukinomori Girl’s academy. A prestigious high school made for the elites, and the rich. To be a member of this school is to mark your social status. Most students look down on other schools, specifically the unruly all-boys school for delinquents, Furin. But what happenes when you find yourself falling for one of their students? [ Sakura, Nirei, Suo, Kiryu, Sugishita, Kaji ] ☆ Contains: f!reader, verbal bullying, classism, being followed home, violence, established relationship [in Sakura’s, Suo’s and Sugushita’s. ] ☆ A/N: I adore this idea so much! I had so much fun writing this and the interactions at the Y/N’s school since I went to a prestigious all-girls school growing up. I based the girls’ reaction to Furin on how the girls in my school acted towards our brother school [Most all girls school have a boy school counterpart and they will do activities with each other]. I hope I included the characters you wanted! Anyways I love you guys sm and happy reading! ヾ(＾ ∇ ＾). Edit: I just realized after writing half of the headcanons that this is essentially the set up to ‘A fragrant flower blooms with dignity’ and I apologize if you were hoping for some references to the show! I haven’t watched it yet [ me and my friends are waiting for it to be available in all of our countries ], and I’m really looking forward to binge watching it hehe! ☆ Wc: Roughly 1000 each~

── .✦ SAKURA.H » Sakura Haruka is the what most students of the prestigious Tsukinomori Academy for girls would expect from a Furin boy. » Black and white hair, hetrochromia, a straightforward personality. All you hear about this guy are whispers on how unruly and immature he must be. How his need to fight makes him a disgrace. » Well if he is such a disgrace why did he save you? » You were simply walking home from school one day, when a creep starts following you home. Fear settles in as you feel him tap your shoulder, but when you turn around you see something odd. Unexpected. » You see the creep laying in the ground, and that ‘disgraceful, unruly,’ Furin boy standing infront of you facing the man on the ground. » When you try to thank him he turns bright red. So you decide to treat him out to Omurice instead. » Nowadays he acts as your body guard. Coming home with you to ‘make sure those weirdos get what they deserve.” » And with each day passing you fall deeper and deeper in love with the black and white haired boy. Or should you say your boyfriend?

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“Hey Sakura-kun!” I run up to him, he turns around and waves at me as I stand next to him. His mouth breaks into a soft smile as I approach. My formal uniform contrasting his simple attire. He wraps his finger around my school bag, trying to take it from my grasp. “I can carry my own bag Sakura.”

“Let me carry it, least I can do for you treating me to eat,” He says prying my hands off my bag. I giggle as I let him take the bag. I slip my fingers inbetween his own, interlocking our hands. His face turns bright red, still unsure about this whole ‘relationship thing.’ I offer him a reassuring smile. He smiles back. So, we make our way towards Cafe Pothos. A cafe far enough from my school. Away from prying eyes.

Unfortunately, being from two vastly different school means we have to hide these little rendezvous. We have to meet up at a small shop far from either of our school. Walk between alleyways. Wear a spare change of clothes underneath our uniforms to easily change and hide our schools. A Furin boy and a Tsukinomori girl? That’s like a waltz between a devil and an angel.

“Then she told the teacher that Koko didn’t do the work!” Sakura nods at the information. If there is anything I have learnt about Sakura-kun, it’s this. He loves gossip. He will listen for hours to me talk about random acts the girls at school have got up to, and make comments occasionally. This is one of the many reason I have fallen for him. He listens.

“I think Koko should just leave the group and join yours then. Why should she let her senpai’s treat her so bad?” Sakura adds as he pushes the door open. I nod in agreenment as we walk into the familiar cafe. The warmth warming up my chilly body. The familiar smile from Kotoha makes me smile. I was about to take another step when Sakura freezes. 

He pushes me behind him. Eyes wide. He grabs my hand and tries to lead me out. Confusion surges through me.

“Sakura? What? Where are we going?” 

“Quick befor-“

“Y/N! I wasn’t expecting to see you here! I thought you said you were busy?” My heart stops. Eyes wide as I try to collect myself. Turning around I am face with a table of some of my closest friends. Friends who embody the Tsukinomori image. Friends who expected the same from me. Friends whose eyes are now focused on the way mine and Sakura’s hands are interlocked. 

“Oh I don’t recall you mentioning you were going to be here.” I force a smile onto my face, before dragging Sakura closer to their table. Heart pounding. What are they thinking? As their eyes scan my boyfriend, I can feel sakura’s hand and face start to warm up. 

“Yeah we were just exploring this side of town, then we saw this cute cafe how can we resist? You know how we are! How you are.” She presses a smile to her face. “We always tend to go for cute things. But I guess you take ‘things’ as code for man?” 

My heart hammers within me. I could lie and say he’s my cousin? No that’s just gross. I could let go of his hand and play it off? I can feel Sakura sharing that thought by trying to let go of my hand. In response, I squeeze it tighter.

Why are we so afraid? Why should we hide this love? I love Sakura Haruka. He loves me back. Why should I be ashamed of it? So with a genuine smile I face my friends and introduce him. 

“Oh I forgot to introduce you guys! This is my boyfriend, Sakura Haruka!” I say smiling. I could feel how their stares turn laser sharp. Judgement piercing through the air. Some of them seem shocked. Some seem to be in disbelief. Some seem disgusted. Sakura on the other hand is blushing bright red and looking away from the group of girls. Barely able to face my own gaze. 

“Boyfriend? What did you have to pay him for him to agree?” One of them says giggling. “You know you don’t need to stoop so low just to get a man.” 

Another girl nods, “Don’t lower your standards that much Y/N.” For some reason that fills me with anger. Lower my standred? If anything my standard increased when I got with Sakura. Before I would settle for any guy who practices basic hygiene. He’s taught me to find a man who cares, protects, and loves you right. I squeeze Sakura’s hand harder as I glare at the table. 

“I did not pay him, nor did I lower my standards for him. I’m with Sakura because I love him.” Most seem convinced, whilst the two that spoke out look at me as if I’m joking. So what do I do when people doubt me? I prove them wrong.

I turn to face Sakura, face bright red. I get up on my tip toes, using the table as support and press a soft quick kiss to his lips. Feelings of joy spread through me as he stand there in shock. His face redder than before. Yet still unbelievably cute. Adorable.

My friends reactions of either adoration or disgust play in the background. Most friends seem happy that I found love. Some seem disgusted that it was with a Furin boy. Do I care? Not really. Why should I care about what everyone else thinks when I have something so amazing? Why should I give up something for their approval. Why should I hide something that makes me happy?

Something as amazing as Sakura Haruka.

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── .✦ Nirei.A » Nirei Akihiko is the type of guy, that without his Furin uniform no one would bat an eye. An adorable sweet face with fluffy blonde hair. There’s not a drop of malice in the boy. » Unfortunately the Furin uniform stains his name like blood stains statin sheets. » You would be lying if you said seeing him in Furin uniform for the first time didn’t make you wanna run away. » What if one of your friends saw you? What if they start rumours? What if one of your class representative saw you? » When you first found out you tried to limit hanging out with Nirei while he was in school uniform. » Hiding from his afterschool, trying to meet on the weekend, or on hot days when he had to take off his Furin jacket. » But what seem to impress you was how Nirei was still the sweet boy who chased you down to return your fallen phone. He’s still the guy who refuses to let you pay. He’s still the same guy who you fell in love with. » He always talks so highly of Furin and other student you can’t tell him what girls at your school say about them. » So what do you do when he asks?

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“Sakura-san and Suo-san were so cool at saving that girl today!” Nirei continues to talk about the day he has had, and how him and his friends saved a girl from trouble. The more and more I talk with Nirei the more it seems that Furin isn’t the unruly school that I have been told it is. No. It’s filled with gentlemen. “I stood back and when this guy charged at me I duck down and he tripped over me! I call it the roly poly technique. Suo-san taught it to me.”

Nirei’s eyes always shine whenever he talks about Furin. His motions animated. A smile so bright it could blind me. He talks of Furin as if it is Heaven. A place where delinquent use their power for good. To protect the people of the town. Only if the girls at my school could see him talk about Furin. Maybe then I can stop hiding.

“But strangely enough, the girl seemed kinda grossed out by us. Before we finished fighting of the guys she ran away. And when she first saw us she seemed to be in even more fear. Maybe she’s new to town and don’t know who Bofurin is?” Nirei shrugs as we continue walking along the river. But a small pout appears on his face. His sadness tugs at my heartstrings “It’s odd since this is the third time this has happened!” I cock my head to the side in interest. A slight fear pools in my stomach.

What if this girl, and the other two, were Tsukinomori students? What if they were wearing their uniform? What if he learns what we think of them? What if-

“L/N? Are you ok? You seem confused,” Nirei waves a hand in front of my face as I snap back into reality. I offer a small smile to reassure him. I also nod my head.

“Sorry I was just thinking about who could possibly hate Furin!” I say. It isn’t exactly a lie. A half-truth. Just a few details left out from the equation. Nirei nods his head before looking at the small notebook in his hand. Eyebrows knit in confusion.

“I know! The weirdest part is that they were all wearing a similar uniform.” Oh no. No no no. Please say it’s another academy. Perhaps Eden? Any academy would work. Just please not Tsukinomori. “A uniform that looks a lot…

…. Like yours”

Panic rushes through me as I stare at him. I shook my head and laugh nervously. I look away hoping he doesn’t ask the question I’ve been dreading to hear. “What? No there’s a bunch of schools with a black blazer and black skirt and white shirt! Yes like like,” my rambling stops as I realize our uniform is unique. Identifiable at even a moments glance. Curse the designers.

“But I doubt other school’s would have your school crest on them?” My eyes widen as I listen to him. Curse Nirei and his attention to detail! “So I’ve been meaning to ask you L/N,” we halt by the river, underneath one of the bridges. He looks at me, his eyes serious.

“What do the girls at your school think of Furin?”

Dread overwhelms me think about how I could respond. Wouldn’t his heart break at the thought of someone hating his school? He already seems so disappointed over the fact a few students were merely disgusted by him. How would he react if I am to tell him that it’s not just a few student. But a whole school.

But doesn’t he deserve to know? He is wearing that uniform. He deserves to know how people see him. Whether or not it breaks his heart doesn’t matter. He deserves to know. No. He needs to know.

So, I surrender the truth. I look at him. I sigh before admitting my peers true feelings about their school. “Most girls think Furin is an unruly place for delinquents. A place where violence rules. Most girls look down on Furin, thinking of the students as nothing more than bugs. Others are scared of you guys. Even some teachers think of your guys as immature,” I try to read Nirei’s expression. Yet it was like reading a foreign language. His true feeling concealed by a blank stare. The silence between us is deafening. Is he upset? Will he stop hanging out with me now? Does he hate me? My thoughts stop when I finally hear him ask.

“So then, what do you think of Furin?” His voice earnest. He looks at me with questioning eyes. His expression filled with curiosity and perhaps a little fear. I look down at my hands. What do I think of Furin? With my peers I’ve always expressed hating Furin and thinking the same but do I really?

“I’m not asking for the answer you tell your classmates about their opinion on Furin,” Nirei says to me, as if he could read my mind. “It’s kinda obvious that you would agree with them..” he says with a smile. “But I’m not interested in that.” He takes a step closer and looks at me.

“I’m interested in you.”

My face heats up at the close proximity and his words. I collect myself before looking back at him. Knowing my answer. Knowing what I really think of Furin.

“I think Furin is not what the girls at school describe. I think Furin is an amazing place. The way they use skills that are shamed by many to help? Thats nothing short of impressive. You save and help so many people. The townspeople are grateful to you guys. They love you guys. I love you guys.” His face is nothing short of joy. A smile so bright it could blind me. His blonde hair basically glowing in the sunlight. He looks adorable. Cute. Amazing. He looks like the person I love. The person I can’t keep hiding my feelings from.

“I love you”

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── .✦ Suo.H » Suo Hayato is the only Furin student you could bring to Tsukinomori Academy without any judgement » The mere way he stands have the girls in your class knowing that he more of a gentlemen than any their own boyfriends » Suo would wait for you by the gates of your school, smiling politely at any of your friends that pass by. » He could single handedly get rid of the stigma around his school. » Of course, at first people judged him. Why wouldn’t they? A delinquent with an eye patch who is also a gentlemen? That’s something unthinkable » Even despite your desperate pleas for him to stay away from your school [ It was no secret to him that your school hated his ], he still showed up every day and treated you like a princess. Before long everyone started to warm up to him. Many girls started to get jealous of yours and his relationship. » Especially after you two started dating

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“Seriously Y/N! Where did you ever find Suo-san?” One of my friends asks as we pack up. A harmony of agreed confusion surrounds me as I pick up my bag. I hum in false thinking. I’ve told them countless times.

I was merely minding my own buisness when a bunch of guys came to annoy me. Asking me for my number, or for a date. I was getting cornered. They took my look of fear as consent as they tried to grab my hand. Just before their nasty hands could get on me, they were in the floor. With an eye-patched Furin boy standing before them.

“Yeah Y/N! He’s always waiting you after school. My boyfriend never shows up! Too busy watching football apparently,” My other friend says sighing. She leans her weight against me as we make our way out of the classroom. “I’m starting to think he loves those soccer guys more than me.”

“Well at least your boyfriend tells you why he’s not going to show up! My boyfriend just rejected my idea,” The girls around me start to complain about their boyfriend. How they have to beg for them to show up. How they have to beg for flowers. How they have to beg for the slightest bit of affection.

I’ve known for a while that Suo isn’t just a green flag. What most people call princess treatment, he’ll call it the bare minimum. If Suo were to hear about how my friends’ partners treat them, he would be having some conversation with these men. A conversation with fists.

I walk next to my friend at the back of the group when we reach the school gate. I could hear my friends audible gasp as they turn to face me. I feel their hands on me as they start to push me towards whatever was so shocking.

“What, stop pushing me what’s so-“ Then I see it. Their reaction is the only right one for such a sight. My heart blossoms as I look infront of me. A smile breaks into my face as I run closer to my new favourite image.

My boyfriend carrying a bouquet of flowers.

It isn’t any ordinary bouquet of flowers. Red roses line the outside of the shape. Forget-me-nots are sprinkled through the arrangenment. Carnations fill up the center of the shape. Red lilies complete the bouquet like the red bow at the stems of the flowers. Yet the most impressive flower are none of the above. It’s my favourite flower, sitting in the very middle of the bouquet. A bouquet shaped like a heart

Each flower represents love in their own way. True love, undying love, passionate love. Ever since I’ve been with Suo, he’s told me countless flowers and their meanings, so there is no way this was unintentional. The sweet smile on his face only proves the point.

“Hi Y/N! I got these for you,” I rush over to hug him, mumbling a chant of I love you over and over. He hugs me back with his right arm, his left too busy holding the lovely flowers. The smile on my face never faltering as he pats my head affectionately. “I’m guess you like them?”

“I love them! Their beautiful! You really didn’t have to,” I take hold of the flowers as my school bag slips into his hands. I trace over the outline of the heart. It truly is a sight to see. “There isn’t even a special occasion today, why did you get me these?”

“Does it have to be a special occasion for me to want to buy my gorgeous girlfriend some flower?” He smiles at me. Not one of those closed-eye polite smile. A genuine smile. One where his eyes closes slightly from how much he was smiling down at me. My heart only beats faster from his words. He grabs on to my hand and kisses it. He tugs on it slightly, signaling he want to depart.

“I’ll see you guys tomorrow!” I wave goodbye to my friends as they shout out various way to bid me farewell. Including a ‘use protect!’ And ‘Love you too darling!’ The latter one making Suo frown ever so slightly in jealousy. As we walk towards my cafe pothos, I can’t help but feel Suo’s answer wasn’t honest.

I’m not saying Suo wouldn’t buy me flowers on a whim. No he has bought me flowers hundreds of times before. Everytime I asked why he would give me that exact answer. Except the way he said it today had me questioning his integrity. Normally he would emphasize the word ‘pretty.’ Today he didn’t. Instead he emphasized the word special. Was today a special occasion and I forgot it? Was it our anniversary? Or perhaps his birthday?

“I apologize that my words might have implied that today isn’t special” Suo says, as if he could hear my very thoughts. “I doubt you would remember what today is, after all it is more of a special occasion for me.”

“What is it?” I ask him, eyes wide and wondering. He chuckles at my expression before thinking. He hums lowly which makes my cheek burn red.

“Why don’t you guess?” Suo nods at his own idea. “If you get three tries and if you get it right I’ll kiss you on the cheek!” He smiles wide as he pinches my cheek affectionately. Sure that I will play along due for a kiss. Unfortunately, he knows me too well.

“Hmmm, your first cat’s birthday?” I ask, looking at him at his expression. His smile turns soft at the fond memory of his dear cat. Alas he shakes his head. No.

“How about, the 8 month anniversary of you becoming the vice-captain?” A small laugh escapes his lips at my response. Of course it’s not. I know that. But I am willing to give up my dignity to make Suo smile.

“No no that’s next week! Should I place an order for another bouquet?” His laughter calms down as he pushes against me jokingly. Pointing to my flowers to prove his point. “You get one more try!”

What could it be? It has to be something he has been planning for a while since he ordered this bouquet in advance. Something that’s important to him. Yet not important to me. Though it still somehow relates? Maybe, just maybe it could be…

“Is it the anniversary of when I first told you I love you?” Only Suo Hayato would remember such a date. I said it so casually I don’t really remember the event in alot of detail. All I remember is seeing his flustered face for the first time. His adorable cute smile as he tries to cover it with his hand.

“Close but no!” He sighs. He halts suddenly and turns to face me. “What a shame I was looking forward to kissing you too!” He puts his hand over his heart in heartbreak.

“Nothing is stopping you from kissing me,” I grin as I look up at him with puppy dog eyes.

“Yes but that wouldn’t be fair now would it?” He flicks my forehead while chuckling. He continues to walk towards the cafe.

“Hate you”

“Love you too darling”

“So what is it?” I ask, linking my arm with his. My eyes brows knit in confusion as I lean my head against his arm. His smile returns to his face at this action. He shakes his head slightly before answering me.

“It’s just the 1 month anniversary of the first time you brought me to your school and called me your boyfriend!” He smiles as he stops and looks at me. “Thank you for not being ashamed of my school.”

He places a finger under my chin as he lifts my face up. His face dangerously close to mine as he brings his lips closer. Before closing the gap he mutters three simple words. The same three words I shouted across the school courtyard to prove our relationship. “I love you.” But what made me blush is the words that follow after. It practically the very words I said as I hugged him infront of my friends. My heart blossomed and my face heated up as I learnt why today was such a special occasion. Why today is so important. Because maybe I’ll start to celebrate this day to. All because of these simple words.

“Thank you for being my girlfriend.”

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── .✦ Kiryu.M » If he didn’t go to Furin everyone would most likely openly shipped you » Someone who comes from a wealthy background, charismatic, charming in every right. If he’s anything he’s perfect » There’s no wonder you’ve fallen in love with him. If life truly was great you would have confessed by now! » Unfortunately, life isn’t great. » Because Kiryu Mitsuki happens to go to Furin. The unruly delinquent school filled to the brim with idiots. The school that your classmates hate with a passion. The school they will make jokes about, students they’d back talk or ridicule. » Their comments about the school and their students are mean to say the least. They make jabs at their uniform. Their living situations. Their families. The conditions of their school. Their comments make you sick. Their words are disgusting. » But what’s truly disgusting is how you agree. It’s how you laugh at their jokes while dying on the inside. It’s how you make side jabs at students who have saved you and your family. It’s how you pretend not to know Kiryu while your heart screams for him. » You hate it, you hate lying. Your annoyance at your classmates is unnoticeable. Well at least that’s what you think. You would be right, if it weren’t someone. » Someone with pink hair.

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“See you Y/N~” My classmate waves goodbye, as I press a strained smile onto my lips. My hand waves back to her, while the other one subtly points the middle finger. When she’s out of sight my smile drops. A frown replaces it.

Two hours. Two long, painful, horrible hours stuck at school to help out with the arts festival. Two hours filled with jokes about how furin is such a sad excuse of a school that they don’t even have a festival. How that if they’d try it would end up in a massive brawl. Two hours of laughter as they talk about some of the furin students they’ve seen. One with two hair colours. One with an eyepatch. One ginger.

I cross the street while gritting my teeth. Normally they aren’t this irritating. Something must have happened for them to be making those idiotic comments every five minutes. I want to punch them so bad. Punch their stupid smirks of their face. Don’t they know? Furin isn’t like that. Furin isn’t filled with idiots or unruly people. It’s filled with lovely ones. Sweets ones. Kind ones.

I continue walking to our meeting place as I felt rain droplets. My nails pressing crescent moons into my palm. I’m so sick of it all. Sick of hearing them joke about Furin. Sick of not being able to say anything. Sick of laughing along. As I approach the shop I try to return my face to a smile. I dont’t need him seeing me this unhappy.

I shiver slightly as I look around. Is he running late? Is he maybe late because of patrols? Has the wind always been this cold? I look at the ground before feeling a warmth envelop me. I look up to find a forest green jacket being placed on me. The gold and green details sparkle in the light. I look up to find a sweet smile. Pink hair almost as pink as my cheeks. Piercings sparkling.

“Are you ok? You look like you’re about to freeze to death,” Kiryu says with a smile. He look up at the rain. A small frown appears on his face. “I don’t think the rain is ending anytime soon! What should we do instead?”

A frown joins my lips similarly as I look over at Kiryu. We were planning on walking around and buying clothes. Unfortunately my mood can’t be the only thing that’s ruined today, my plans have to be ruined too. I hate it. I was about to suggest going to eat at Pothos, somewhere far from my classmates when Kiryu had a better idea.

“Let’s go to the arcade! We haven’t been in a while,” he nods his head at the statement. We really haven’t been to an arcade in ages. I’ve been missing watching Kiryu win claw machines for me. This isn’t such a bad idea. So I nod at Kiryus suggestion.

“Let’s go to the new one! It’s right around the corner!” He nods as we start walking over. The silence between us is slightly jarring. Normally one of us would have something to talk about. Nonetheless we continue walking. Anytime spent with Kiryu is a good time. Even if it is quiet.

“How are the preparations for the arts festival going?” Horrible. I hate it. I don’t want to spend anymore time with those girls than I must. Especially if they keep up with how many times they can insult Furin. But I don’t want to burden Kiryu with my troubles, so I flash a smile.

“Oh they’ve been going great! We’re almost done with decorating our classroom.” Kiryu nods as we continue to talk. Seeing as I won’t elaborate he starts to talk. He tells me about Sakura-kun and how he’s fallen sick. Maybe because of the rainy weather? Kiryu always smiles as he talks about Furin. He loves his classmates as if they were brothers. Always mentioning them to me. At this point I know them better than I do my own classmates.

“Ah and Sugishita-chan tried running away again! It was so difficult dragging him away from umemiya-san,” Kiryu finishes up his story as he holds the door open to the arcade for me. I walk in a felt a sense of ease at the arcade.

The walls were surrounded by different games and activities. From basketball hoops to dance games. The prizes hanging all were desirable. A giant teddy bear, a bunny headband, a stove? Yet the thing that caught my eye was the claw machine.

Specifically the pink teddy bear.

A bubblegum pink teddy bear sits in the claw machine. His green eyes shining under the lights in the machine. He sits amoungs other plushies but my heart was set. I want that one. His soft smile makes me stare at it as Kiryu looks around at the different games. I look between the bear and Kiryu. Their only difference is the fact one of them is human. The bear even has a matching shirt! The only thing this bear needs are some piercings. I love the bear. I love it so much. I love Kiryu.

I would confess to Kiryu. Everytime I see him I’m dying to confess. I just want to be able to hold his hands. Or hug him when I feel this upset. Just to be able to call him my boyfriend would solve all my problems. But what would the girls at school say? They’d ridicule me. Bully me. Shame me. Maybe I’ll confess when they stop bullying Furin. I let out a sigh and Kiryu looks over.

“Oh let’s play that claw machine!” He walks over to the very claw machine with his bear counter part. His smile is contagious as he notices the similarities. A soft laugh escapes his lips he looks ethereal as he focus on getting the plushie. I love him. I love him so much. I wish I could say it.

His eyebrows knit in focus as he tries to get the pink bear. He moves the claw over to be exactly over the bear. He pauses to make sure it’s perfect. Eyes locked on his target. A smile on his face. He looks over at me and grabs my hand.

“Kiryu?” He gets me to press the button. I watch as the claw picks up that bear. Dropping him down the chute for us to collect. He grabs the bear from the door and looks at it. Smiling. He then faces me, still holding my hand in his free one. He gives me the bear.

“Here! You got the bear!” He grins at me and he pushes the bear into my arms. I shake my head and look at him confused.

“but you were the one who moved the claw around?” I say, pointing at the claw machine with a small frown on my face.

“Yes but you pressed the button!” He flicks my forehead affectionately. “That means the bear is yours!”

“But you made me press it!”

“Did I?” He ponders about this for a minute before smiling. “Yes I did but it doesn’t matter, I want you to have the bear.” He pushes the bear further into my arms, so I’m hugging the bear. He smiles softly down at me.

“Are you sure? You can have him.”

“No I want you to have him.”

“Thank you Kiryu.” I almost hug the real Kiryu in pure joy. A smile appears on my face as I hug my new bear. A bear who looks like the boy who has stolen my heart. A bear who looks like Kiryu Mitsuki.

“So that’s where you were! I’ve missed you,” he says out of the blue. “Or should I say I missed your smile,” My heart beats louder in my chest. He noticed? He noticed I was upset? But I didn’t say anything about it? Everyone else falls for my happy act, how didn’t he? How did he notice?

“Turns out all you need to smile if a plushie of your boyfriend.” Boyfriend? Boyfriend. Kiryu Mitsuki. My boyfriend? No no no. I heard him wrong. Maybe he meant male friend? Like a boy who is a friend but not my boyfriend. Yeah that’s what he means. He can’t love me. He can’t. My doubts dissapear with his next words. His smile makes my heart beat faster and faster and I try to convince myself this isn’t a dream. My face blushes as he holds me hand. Lovingly.

“Oh I forgot to ask.” He holds my hands once more as he smile at me. A soft sweet smile. One filled with love. His eyes shine in adoration, as his thumbs rubs over my knuckles. He looks like a man in love.

“Can I have the honor of being your boyfriend?”

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── .✦ Sugishita.K » The last person anyone expected Sugishita to end up with is you. » A Tsukinomori academy student, and angel on earth, with Sugishita. He’s everything you’re not. » How you two ended up together is a mystery to everyone. » Especially the Furin boys. » Sugishita has always planned to keep his relationship with you a secret. Not for your sake, but for his own. The teasing would never stop. » You have a bad habit of calling him a big giant teddy bear, and being extremely affectionate. Not saying he doesn’t love you for this. No he would cry if you ever stopped calling him ‘my grumpy teddy bear,’ but that name is meant to be between the two of you only. Your aloof nature would lead you to saying that pet name, no matter the circumstance. If Suo-san, or worse Sakura-San, heard you call him that the teasing would never stop! » His classmates weren’t even meant to know you existed! Why was Tsugeura holding his phone when you called him? And why did he tell everyone about you. Now he has to deal with you meeting his classmates at cafe Pothos. » But what does he do when he realizes your scared of them?

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“Sugi,” I tug on his sleeve as we walk towards the cafe. He looks over at me, curious on what I have to say. “Do you think your friends will like me?”

“First they’re not my friends,” I chuckle at his statement. To say it nicely, he’s determined to keep his relationship with his classmates as classmates. As if it would kill him to have friends. “Second they’ll like you. Who wouldn’t?”

At his words I squeeze his hand little bit tighter as we walk closer to the cafe. If I’m being honest I’m kind of scared of his friends. Scared they won’t like me. Scared of how they act. I would be lying if I say I didn’t believe what some of the girls at school say about Furin. If they all go to Furin that must mean their strong! What if they hate me? What if they try to fight me? Worse what if they try to fight Sugi?

“You’re nervous aren’t you?” I look up at my boyfriend as my face blushes red. Is it that obvious? He stops walking to face me. “Don’t be.”

Don’t be? It’s not that simple! I’m about to meet a bunch of people who can definetly beat me up, and you’re telling me to not be nervous? Is it not human nature to be scared of you’re about to be in the presence of something terrifying?

“Stop,” Sugi frowns at me. He flicks my forehead gently, to scared to hurt me. “If you’re that nervous we can go home. It’s ok they were betting that I wasn’t going to show up anyways,” Sugi shrugs but his smile doesn’t return.

I want to ask him if we can go home. I’d be willing to beg. Yet, his expression is making me double think. He seems sad. Like he wants me to meet these people. Even if they aren’t his friends, he still wants to bring me into his world. Bridge any gaps between us. He even has his hair done to match mine! How could I ask him to go home now? So I take a deep breath. I shake my head.

“No no its ok! As long as I have you with me I’ll be fine.” I smile at him and he smiles back. He pats my head softly. Trying to reassure me. I hold his hand again as we approach the cafe. But he stops me from opening the door. “sugi?”

“Can you uh, not call me your teddy bear?” He asks embarrassed. Face going bright red as he looks at the floor. I can’t help but laugh. A genuine sweet laugh. I laugh away my worries from before as I see his flustered expression.

“Why? Do you not want your friends to know how cute you are?” His face turns an even brighter red as he looks at me with his eyes wide. He’s lost his words as he considers turning around and leaving. “I promise I won’t my teddy bear!”

He smiles at me warmly as he nods. Trusting me. Before he could enter the cafe I press a soft kiss to his cheek becufore opening the door. I watch him malfunction as he stares at me. Face redder than an apple. I chuckle as I drag him inside.

“Hey Sugishita!”

“Sugi-chan~”

“Hi Sugishita!”

“ew”

We hear the greetings of his friends as we locate them at the booth in the corner of the cafe. We walk over and see five other guys our age. Based on his descriptions of his classmates I could guess who everyone is. I wave politely at them and they wave back.

“This is Y/N, be nice to her.” Sugishita says, sitting next to a blonde person. I move to sit next to Sugishita as I face a black and white haired man. He seems rather absorbed in the act of eating so he pays little attention to him. I fiddle with my thumbs as the rest of them start to talk. I feel Sugi’s hand cover my own. My face blushing red at the contact.

“So L/N where did you meet Sugishita?” An eyepatched man says to me. Suo-san maybe? He tilts his head to the side with a polite smile on his face. “Sugishita-san won’t tell us anything about you, so could you tell us the story of how you guys met?”

I see Sugi blush at the memory of when we first met. I look over to Suo before happily answering. “Of course! I was at the library studying when I tried to reach a book. I couldn’t reach it, and Sugi noticed I was struggling so he helped me out. Before long we ended up talking and exchanging information. Now we’re here!” I say with a smile. Heart warm at the memory of our first meeting. 

“Aw that’s so cute!” The blonde, who I assume is Nirei, says with a smile. 

“I know right! Thought Sugi-chan confessing is quite the shock!” The pink haired one, Kiryu, says nodding his head. I must admit, I wasn’t expecting it either. Seeing Sugi stuttering trying to ask me out to Pothos while Umemiya hides behind a tree cheering him on is not something I ever thought I would see. 

“what I think is shocking is how you agreed to go out with him.” The black and white haired guy says looking up from his food. His mixed colours eyes look up at me. “You can have anyone you want, with your personality and the school you go to. So why him?”

Why him? 

“Oh that’s easy! It’s because he’s the kindest person I know,” I could tell Sakura-San was taken aback by my answer. “He’s always there for me if I need him. But he trusts me enough that he isn’t always watching over my every move.” I smile brightly at Sakura. 

From this angle I can see how the tips of Sugi’s ears are bright red. All thanks to the hairstyle I helped him do. He squeezes my hand as he looks away from me, not daring to make eye contact. I can feel his pulse with my other hand and it’s going fast. His smile is what I’m focused on. Adorable, sweet, perfect. 

“And when I do need him he’s always there, ready to comfort me or to protect me,” I nod my head at my statement. “Especially if people disrespect me, he’s ready to fight them for calling me by my first name too soon!”

He looks away in embarrassment. The way he gets so flustered by a few simple words only make me love him more. I love him so much. But I love something even more. I love embarrassing him. 

“It’s like he’s a giant teddy bear!”

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── .✦ Kaji.R » He would be more fed up with your school than you are. » He hates how annoyed you looked afterschool when your friends would make jokes about Furin. » He ends up eating way too many lollipops, to the point where his doctors would have a field day if they saw him. » He hates seeing you upset, after all you’ve bought him peaches multiple times. You buy him peaches everytime you two are hanging out afterschool. » He knows you’re trying not to be bothered by their comments about Furin is a unruly school, but he doesn’t really know what to do. » He normally takes off his headphones and listens to you complain about all the girls and how their persepection of Furin is garbage and how they can’t keep talking about her ‘best friends’ school. » Yes Kaji Ren is your bestfriend. He hates that fact, you hate that fact. But what else can you two do? Confess? As if! » after all a Furin boy and a Tsukinomori girl is something unheard of…

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“Kaji!” I wave over at Kaji with a smile on my face. My best friend walks towards me. Best friend. My heart sinks with that title. Ignoring the pain I run over to Kaji as he waits outside Furin.

“Took ya long enough,” he says as he pushes himself of the wall he was leaning on. His eyebrows knit as he looks at me. Annoyed by the lack of punctuality.

“Oh my gosh, these girls held me back because they wanted help with their math Homework but spent the next fifteen minutes talking about how Furin boys can’t do this can’t do that like are you serious?” I let my frustration out as I ramble to Kaji about the girls in my class. I hate them. They all look down on Furin. I hate how I have to play along with them so they won’t hate me. I hate that I care about this stuff.

“Just say no next time,” Kaji says shrugging. “N O, two letters. Not that hard” he unwraps a lollipop as while walking slightly ahead of me. I catch up to him and my expression is rather annoyed. Not that hard? Yes it is when their looking at you like you personally insulted them!

“Yes it is! You don’t get it,” I continue to ramble to Kaji about how difficult it is to say no. My pent up anger is all coming to the surface as we continue to walk. I continue ranting to him as he looks at me. Before placing his headphones over my head.

“Wha-“ My mouth tastes something sweet. Strawberry. A hand closes my jaw so now the sweet is in my mouth. My tongue traces the circular shape of the treat as I look up at Kaji, who looks at me with that same deadpan stare. He moves his headphones off my ear as he starts to talk.

“Just tune the comments out, and eat the lollipop to help you contain your anger,” kaji nods as we walk over to cafe Pothos. He ruffles my head before placing the headphones back on. They’re surprisingly not sound-proof. I guess the music that would be playing in hear would drown out everyone. Except it’s silent. “Do you like the song?” I could hear Kaji say through the headphones. Should I tell him? Maybe it’s be more fun to not.

So I don’t.

I look over to see is lips moving and I scream out a what, and a huh. He chuckles before dragging me to cafe Pothos. The walk is silent regardless. My heart calming down as I do tune out and forget all the comments my classmates say. The lollipop stopping me from continuing to rant.

We walk in silence but I can see the way Kaji seems, troubled. He’s eye brows knit slightly, his hands shoved into his pockets. He seems lost in thought. It’s adorable. If we were dating I would squish his cheeks and tease him. If we were dating I would hug him right now. If we were dating I would press a kiss to his cheeks. But, we’re not. So, I continue walking.

The walk continues in silence before Kaji says a few words that leave me in shock. I don’t know how to respond. My eyes widen as I try to fix my expressions. My heart hammering my heart as I try to convince myself that I heard him wrong. Because there is no way he said that. Why would he say, say that he.

“I love you Y/N.”

My hammering heart echoes in my head and my face turns bright red. My eyes widen as I look forwards not daring to look at Kaji. Walking as if nothing happened. But something did happen, something that makes my face heat up just thinking about it. He loves me? No no no what!

“You’re really nice, and even when I get mad you stick around. Even though being friends with a Furin boy is disgraceful or whatever your classmates say, you’re still here. So, I love you. A lot.”

I can’t help the smile that appears on my face. He loves me. A lot. If I were at home I would kicking my feet and giggling right now. My heart feeling like fireworks as I process this information. My smile never fading.

He loves me! He actually wants to be in a relationship with me. He wants me to pinch his cheeks. He wants me to hug him. He wants me to kiss him. and most of all He wants his head phones back.

I look infront of me to see Kaji with his hand extended, asking for the headphones. A small frown on his face as he waits. Adorable. I take them off and I look at him. Look at the way his eyes stare at me adoringly. Looking at how his hand twitches slightly. Looking at how his face is a light shade of pink. Looking at all the signs I missed.

I can’t pretend to be friends with him. Not when I know he likes me back. Not when he loves me. If we go back to being friends it would be weird. So ,as I hand him the headphones I tell him how I really feel. How I’ve felt for the past few months. How my heart aches for him. I have to. I can’t let this opportunity slip.

I watch as his eyes widen in shock and his face is covered in a similiar pink to my own. How his smile is so pure, so genuine. The way he looks at me like I’m peaches. The way he hugs me feels like a movie. This is all happening because I said something simple in nature. it All because of four words.

“Love you too Kaji”

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The Murderbot Diary Fic Recs

I have some Murderbot fic recs. This isn't a best-of list, rather it's meant to showcase just a tiny fraction of how wide a range of amazing fic is out there. (AARH Edit how did I misspell Murderbot in the title?)

Gen Fic: That The Light Is Everything Ratthi goes missing. Deals with themes of grief and loss. The author asks the reader to trust them, and that trust is really paid off in this rich and moving fic.

Priority Client SecUnit has to look after one of Mensah's adolescent kids during a crisis. It gets off to a hilarious start with SecUnit nervously being made to hold a baby while it downloads child-rearing mauals. The fic as a whole is fun, exciting, and sweet.

Plastic Plague People on Preservation face an extended life-changing environmental crisis. This one's thought provoking and a bit 'heavy.' Heartwarming, but not an easy feel-good fic. One of those fics where you can spend a lot of time thinking about the themes.

More Gen Fic, Emphasis on Original Characters:

Background Radiation In this Corporation Rim is Hell story, Nico flees home with his autistic brother Luca to keep Luca safe. Sadly Nico faces his own new challenges as he brings the messed up philosophy of the Rim with him to his new home.

Survivor Murderbot and Co. try to assist an OC SecUnit who has been through major trauma. But is this SecUnit a danger to others? How much will they risk for the victim versus those who were complicit in its mistreatment? This OC really made a powerful impression on me.

Life Partnership, Romance, or Ambiguous (Gen Edition) (Categorizing fic when one or more characters is asexual can get kind of confusing. Lines get fuzzy.

Parallel Signaling (ART/SecUnit) ART POV for Artificial Condition through Exit Strategy, but that really doesn't capture the originality of this story. It is very much NOT just a canon retelling. I felt I knew ART better after reading this.

It will Fail on You (ART/SecUnit) Long life sounds like a happy thing, but what if you were offered a chance to live ~200 years, and you never expected to live long enough to grieve your humans? https://archiveofourown.org/works/67137652/chapters/173365222

Made for each Other (Gurathin/Murderbot) An interesting take on Gurathin's augments and how they affect how he relates to Murderbot.

Is it Slash if there is No Sex? Kink and Desire

That Time I Got Drunk And Yeeted A Love Potion At A SecUnit (Gurathin/Murderbot, kissing, bondage) In this hilarious story, SecUnit gets accidentally drugged and feels an overwhelming impulse to tie Gurathin up and revel in the fact that he is now Safe. From what? Who knows! He's just Safe. He has been Secured.

Boots (Gurathin/Murderbot) Maintenance and Repair as kink and love. The sequel Guns is explicit. The first fic Boots is more about taking care of things and people (for AO3 it's rated "other.")

Explicit (But It Might Not Look Like What You Expect):

You (Gurathin/Murderbot, WIP) There are some cases where sex or touch-averse people feel differently about being the one doing the touching versus the one being touched. As of chapter 12, this slow burn story currently shows Murderbot working through past trauma and realizing it is capable of experiencing touch in a positive way. I want to quote Gurathin's check-in protocol because it's a delight, but this post is crazy-long already.

Shared Senses (Gurathin/Murderbot) Riding the feed allows Murderbot to experience sex. https://archiveofourown.org/series/4914649

Enemies, Closer WIP, multiple pairings involving Murderbot, Gurathin, ART, and an OC CombatUnit This story is it's so much sweeter than you might guess from the tags. Which is not to downplay the tags but like, all the people the reader cares about are trying and mostly succeeding at being good people. The dark stuff is done by the bad guys and isn't excessively drawn out or graphic.

[Redacted] I really wanted to link a fic which does something that I haven't seen before--it shows a couple go through a temporary period of sexual activity which ends after one party comes to a realization about what they want. Pretty cool to see that in a fic! But I'm told that author has been a target of harassment in the past so I felt hesitant to link it. Also my description just spoiled it. Go read enough fic and you can have the pleasure of stumbling across it blind!

Rarepairs or Rare Interpretations:

the rhythm of the rain keeps time (Gurathin & Mensah, some romantic feelings do arise) Gurathin makes a slow recovery from drug use and trauma, with Mensah's help. Note that although listed as unfinished, this fic is actually a series of time-consecutive shorts. At least of present, there's no cliffhanger.

Secrets (Murderbot & Gurathin, unrequited.) Gurathin's backstory here is fascinating, the story's take on the frenemyship is fascinating, and there is also an amazing sequel which is nearing completion. (The sequel is also unrequited--rare in fic but so common in real life! Which is one of the themes of the sequel--the gulf between stories dramatic enough to get made into fic, and thus which play a large part in SecUnit's knowledge of the world, versus ordinary life.)

Adjustment Period (Gurathin/Ratthi) The Corporation Rim is Hell, except instead of depressing, this author created a hilarious set of cultural conflicts. If you don't usually read romance, you might still like this as the focus is on the culture clash.

Humor: Human Friends Murderbot muses on its relationship with Gurathin, Three muses on its relationship with Ratthi (uhh I didn't manage to communicate the funny bits but this did make me laugh)

Maintenance Manual for SecUnits models 36b-27f Mensah POV! Everyone else too, but especially Mensah. It turns out that surrpisingly, the maintenance manual is useful not just for maintenance, but for understanding SecUnit's needs. This fic does have a serious side but it's also hilarious.

This list is a follow-up to this post, where I talked about why I support portraying asexual characters in a whole range of ways, and how Murderbot fanfic is such a trove of fiction wrestling with these themes. I could have made a whole post just examining all the different ways people approach "shippy" themes! In this case I wanted to show a variety so I listed a lot of non-shippy fic too. But there's so much thought and care in the shippy fic, I hate it when people dismiss these stories as ignoring Murderbot's identity.

This took ages and I only scratched the surface. (If I rec stuff in the future I'll probably just quote the AO3 summary.) And there's so much fic I haven't read yet, even by authors I know I like. Happy Reading!

[milla-frenchy]

Recs | July 25

July readings 💛

Please, rb the fics you appreciated, that's how they live 💛🙏

Check the warnings before reading

Joel Miller

When the storm comes @mani-pedro

You have a panic attack from a memory of past abuse. Joel guides you through it and comforts you with aftercare

Lead me not into temptation | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | part 11 | part 12 | part 13 | part 14 @tateypots

Just this once part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | @punkshort

After yet another argument with your dad, his buddy across the street is there to help make you feel better

Are you ready to love me? | part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 @schnarfer

Reunited in Jackson, it’s been 20 years since you last saw the love of your life, Joel Miller

Speed limit @iamasaddie

Different truck stop, same outcome. you meet Tommy’s brother down the road and learn that charm runs in Miller family

The age of innocence @metaphoricgibberish

chapt 1 | chapt 2 | chapt 3

Nestled in the Sierra Nevada mountains is an old gold mining town— Twain Harte— named after the American authors Mark Twain and Bret Harte, both of which never lived there. A woman named Liliana does though, and when she was a little girl she was saved by a man, a man she has spent twenty years loving from afar.

Until something changes.

The dog days of starting over | part 2 | @joelalorian

Joel is hit with the loneliness of an empty nest when Sarah goes overseas for college. Her solution? Adopt a dog. That may just change Joel's life

Stellar constellations @tinytinymenace

Save who you can save part 1 @casstheasswrites

You weren’t supposed to make it this far. dragged half-dead through jackson’s gates, you enter into a world still spinning— slower, quieter, but not much safer. the man who carried you there says little, watches too closely, and keeps his distance like it’s for your own good. but he keeps showing up, again and again. and you’re starting to wonder who’s saving who

Thirty pages @toxicanonymity

Wet hot summer part 1 @baronessvonglitter

You might be the perfect cure for Joel's midlife crisis

It tastes of magic | part 1 @sawymredfox

After enduring her fate for decades, Sage is drowning in her grief, till Tommy brings two guests to her home, sparking a bond she's been longing for years- almost as if by magic…

Joel and Tommy Miller

Why don't we? @aurorawritestoescape

Your step brother Tommy comes home for the spring break so you keep the promise given to Joel and spend a night with both of them

Tommy Miller

Pool party @aurorawritestoescape

Tim Rockford

Compliance @baronessvonglitter

You get cuffed and stuffed by Detective Rockford

Reed Richards

Catching Reed part 1 | part 2 @aurorawritestoescape

Dave york

Linger @baronessvonglitter

Are you Dave's dirty little secret.. or just an afterthought?

Javier Peña

Suburban sparks | part 4 @whocaresstillthelouvre

You've had a crush on Javier Peña since the first time you saw a photograph of him. Finally meeting him years later, changes everything for you... and him

Harry Castillo

Rumors, inches @iamasaddie

you should know better than to talk with your friend on the phone while you're at work. and you should know better than to discuss your handsome employer's dick. he might just come home early and hear you

Other characters

Choke me @aurorawritestoescape (Clark Kent x fem reader)

You ask Clark to choke you. He does. Kind of

My writing

In the middle of the night (Javier Peña x fem reader)

Javi comes home after you spent the evening with friends at a bar. He can't resist your need for him

Healing (Joel Miller x fem reader)

Since childhood, you've learned to deal with your emotions alone. Until you meet a person who helps you heal

Fics recs

Please tell me if I forgot yours in this post 🙏

[zombiec4ke]

Percy killed Annabel Lee

And I'll tell you why I think that (please be aware I suck at writing serious theories here's a screenshot of my beautiful explanation from discord... )

But back to the actual theory!! Percy is a flashback character that shows up in chapter 65 and a little of 66; he's shown to be one of Annabel's many suitors. At first, I thought it was random that we only got to see this one ginger suitor. Why go through the trouble to make a character who is never mentioned again? until I realized... He was mentioned before. Never by straight up saying "Oh yes, Percy, mhm...yes..." but by little hints, some people have theories against that Percy was Annabel's friend because once she mentioned a "Presistant suitor."

We know that Percy lost at chess with her in 66, so it isn't far off that Percy tries and tries and fails and fails (Because let's be real...my man cannot play chess..)

And then, from the same chapter in which mention of the childhood friend is mentioned, Annabel calls the suitor/friend "little dull"

Which is similar to her description of Percy to her maid, Nessa

Could it be the same person? Percy, being the childhood friend, the ever-so-persistent suitor? The killer? You may be complaining that this is just describing Percy's mentions in the comic and not evidence that he's the killer, well, I tell you, dear person, that made the mistake on scrolling through this post to wait... I'M GETTING THERE I'M GETTING THERE /ref When Lenore shows up as Leo, we hear her say something about her room being taken (I'm pretty sure that's what it mean's my English isn't englishing, please do forgive me if I completely misinterpreted it...also I heard they're not in Annbel's house??? I'm confused and sleep deprived ignore this whole point then...)

Annabel just arrived? Did she already take Lenore's room? Is there someone ELSE in the house? Another suitor? Percy? Another panel from the same chapter, we also get Lenore talking about plans that if she didn't show up there was someone waiting

No, I can only assume that the suitor is in Lenore's room and was the one who was persistent, trying again and again to just get Annabel's hand in marriage, whether it be for money, true love, or parents. And now... The wedding. You all know the panel, must I show it...? Ok..?

Ok..

I saw a post a while back that said this, and I thought, "Hey, that's not right! It said: 'who you loved above all else'...!!" until I realized my dyslexic self reworded it into a whole different meaning... ANYWAYS There are two things to note on this panel... One: It's past tense Two: It's not reciprocated If it were Lenore, it would say "Who loves you above all else" or, "Who you love above all else." So back to my Discord screenshot- I'm just kidding... I DO think the point is right, though. Percy found out through staying at either the Whitlocks' estate or the Vandernacht's that Leo and Lenore are the same person. He could've showed up at the wedding in which Lenore was planning to run away with her Annie and live a life together happy and free, Percy's goal was to probaly aim at Leo/lenore, the man who he probaly watched take the one girl who (matched his freak...sorry-) he felt matched him or something, was going to shoot her but Annabel tries to de-fuse it as Lenore pulls out a gun of her own; Percy aims to shoot and then BAMN square in Annabel's chest, and then he probably killed Lenore too because in the official art the gunshot/wound looks like it's the back of her head, not side like an average gun suicide. But that is another theory for another time! Hope you liked it! Because I sure had fun crying over this post since Tumblr decided to delete it mid-type! <3 @kyothena @evilgaypersonxoxo @my-chemical-migraine @peckforlovingheck

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Wasn't expecting Floyd to be in the Rabbit Costume, I guess my expectations of SSRs from the Previous Home events have been changed

Was really hoping for either Jade or Leona in it. (Mostly Leona cause it would have been highly amusing. Maybe for the Eternity Float Event or Tapis Rogue?)

[ Referencing the Twst JP August schedule! ]

I was surprised seeing Floyd in that rabbit outfit too 😅 My running theory was that the new hometown rerun SSRs would always be someone who previously already had their own hometown event (Jamil has Silk Adorned and got an Apple Pom, Vil has Luxe Couture and got Silk Adorned Deuce has Rabbit Costume and got Liongarb, etc.). I guess that’s been debunked now with the new Floyd card.

bdjsbwjwbek Too bad… I thought it would be funny to see the ✌️ “apex predator” ✌️ lion character dressed up in lace, bows, and pastels… as one of the very herbivores he mocks. Jade would have been cool too, but that’s the AiW and Little Mermaid fan in me wanting them to collide.

Floyd is okay too!! In fact, Floyd is SO funny because he wears that rabbit suit way differently than Deuce 😭 Bro looks like he’s going to chase you through the hedge maze with an axe or something?? Like he's so much shadier than the bouncy and carefree-looking Deuce. It creates the contrast of the tea-serving March Hare and the frantic White Rabbit.

Mmmm, for the new Tapis Rouge SSR… I wonder if the outfit would be styled similarly to the Huntsmen-inspired outfits or closer to the Evil Queen’s??? Because Vil (SSR) is technically the celebrity + centerpiece and everyone else (SRs and R) is meant to support him. If the new card is SSR too, does that mean they’d have a low-cut too like Vil 💀 or will they dress like the Huntsmen since they’re not a celeb??? That’s honestly a horrifying thought, cuz the last thing I need to see is Leona showing off MORE skin 🤢

JschaVeeHavajGFjGgvbsbwhV) (252;2)!!g/g n

THE WAy I’D cRASH OUT so HARD in a good way UiF TWsT STUFFS kiNGScHOLAR inTO AnOTHER pROPER SuIT… AnD NOT HiM StEALING RhE SpOTLIHyY fRom jaDE (miN GHiS OWN hLmetown RVENT, oNE THAT I rea””6LlLY LIKED jUST FOR j Word coNTEMT… Ehen I thOUHht I coUld EscaPe Ghe ShDavLLEDs of Thae SavAnNNA 💀 OTL

I can see that, yeah 😭 It's even more obvious when you see the full card art.

He's got the butler allure down with the tea pouring, but he's got the more sinister vibes of a grim reaper like Grelle. I get a lot stronger Grelle vibes, especially when you put them side-by-side like this:

[purple-plum-petals]

I saw your post about the freak circus and honesty pierrot is the best and needs more fluff. like what if reader puts makeup on his mask and he does readers makeup

⊱ All Dolled Up ⊰ || Pierrot and the Reader Doing Each Other’s Makeup

╭─━━━━━━━━━━━━─╮     Character(s): Pierrot (The Freak Circus)     Reader Type: Human (Gender-Neutral Pronouns)     Warning(s): None!     Genre: Headcanons, Fluff, Romantic or Platonic Relationship.     Word Count: ~750 words.     Request: “I saw your post about the freak circus and honesty pierrot is the best and needs more fluff. like what if reader puts makeup on his mask and he does readers makeup”   Author’s Note: Since the type of request wasn’t specified, I decided to do a headcanon/scenario format since those tend to be quicker for me to write the majority of the time! I also decided to write the headcanons in a way that the two of you are doing stage/costume makeup instead of makeup that would be worn more traditionally out in public (aka, Pierrot makes you look like a clown 🤡). This was super fun to think of him in such a fluffy/domestic situation, so I hope you enjoy!

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🍰: For Pierrot to allow you to see him without his makeup on, it means that he fully trusts you with his entire being – heart, body, and soul. There’s a vulnerability in not having something to hide behind, allowing himself to be seen by you without the mask he wore around everyone outside of the circus. That was what they all wore, something that kept them safe and protected them from the cruelty of humans… yet, here he was, allowing himself to be seen without it. Then, there you were, sitting next to him with a brush in your hand and the well-worn palette of face paint in the other, smiling brightly and completely unaware of how much this moment meant to him. 

🍰: He allows you to do his makeup with a bashful expression on his face (whenever he gets like that, you find yourself wanting to pinch his cheeks or nuzzle your head against his – he was just too cute sometimes), his grey-colored skin flushed darker as you sit him down and begin to dip the brush into the white paint. Pierrot closes his eyes, the bristles much more ticklish than usual. Normally, he never noticed the way the brush softly caressed his cheeks, but when you were the one in control, he found himself hyperaware of every single movement you made, his hands balling into fists as they rested in his lap. 

🍰: If you’re not very good at putting on his makeup, he can’t help but suppress a laugh at the poorly done job when you hand him a mirror to look at your handiwork. He tries to praise you somehow, though, not wanting you to feel downtrodden by the less-than-great job. Even if you try to clean it off for him, he tells you that it’s okay – he’ll happily walk around with your handiwork for all to see, viewing it as your unique way of claiming him. If you’re embarrassed, he’ll tell you there’s nothing to be embarrassed by, wearing it like a badge of honor and standing with far more confidence than he usually does. However, if he has a show, he’ll just touch up a few areas you missed with an impressive speed and steady hand. If you’re adamant about washing it off, though, he’ll let you wipe his face clean with a small pout. 

🍰: If putting on the face paint is something you’re good at, he might ask you to do it for him more often, pretending that he suddenly cannot do it by himself (Pierrot would definitely say his hand was hurting or something along those lines to try and convince you to help him lmao). If any of the other circus members notice the difference in the way he looks, Pierrot will proudly claim that you were the one who did it for him, chest puffed out all the while. He actually doesn’t wash it off for quite a while afterwards, wanting to wear your handiwork for as long as possible before the paint starts chipping away. If it means he can experience you putting on his makeup again, though, he’ll gladly wash it away after asking you to repaint his face with hearts in his eyes. 

🍰: Now, if you want him to do your makeup, that’s a bit of a different story… Pierrot has no experience with using blush, lipstick, eyeshadow, mascara, etc., so if you want him to give it a try, he actually gets very nervous; he doesn’t want to do a bad job and upset you. You’ve never seen him shake as much as he did holding a tube of foundation, looking like a kicked puppy, so you lovingly give him a pass. However, if you wanted him to do your makeup like his, the same white foundation and all, he’ll gladly do that for you (he has a lot of experience in that department)! Pierrot gets into his routine, finishing up your face paint and adding details that mirror the ones he paints on his skin quickly, and he low-key regrets completing it as fast as he did (bro fumbled the moment because he was too good). If you enjoy him putting makeup on you, though, he’ll enthusiastically agree to do it anytime you ask! He thinks it's sweet you trust him enough to share such an intimate moment with him. 

[batsandbirdbrains]

Now i have brain worms about bully dick. I wouldnt usually go with this trope since i like his dynamic with his teams too much but i sat with it for a few minutes and im chewing on the bars of my cage so i gotta share. Maybe youll like it too? We will see

I uses to be a huge yj fan when i was younger so its been years since i interacted with the show or anything LOL but i remember the episode where dick ends up training out his frustration, pushing himself very hard. Overall people seem to lean into Bruce being characterised as strict when it comes to training no matter if they wanna make him a good or a bad dad and Batman while seeming like a good dad in yj also seems to fit there

So what if dick being harsh with the yj team is something like projection? Maybe they fail a mission or maybe someone gets hurt or something? Idk doesnt matter. But hes like the youngest of them all and yet hes the most competent given that he takes charge as much as he does. So that Has to mean that they just need to be pushed harder, bat style

He gets frustrated by their shortcomings, i mean they are older than him but less capable? What a joke. I can also imagine him being unable to process some of his frustration from the failure/injured teammate so whatever concern he might have turns more into anger than anything.

If we wanna be mean to him, it could also be a self feeding loop. If i remember right yj dick says he doesnt wanna become batman or that hes afraid of becoming like him, im not sure, but imagine recognising that he is being horribly harsh to his teammates. He knows he is pushing them and being cruel and that just because they mess up it doesnt mean they are actually incompetent but he cant help being upset with them. And he sees how he is becoming more distant from them, slipping into the "gotta do it yourself to do it right" mindset more and more.

Maybe one of them points out how hes more and more like the bat the more time progresses and it STINGS. It stings cuz he KNOWS hes isolating himself by being an ass but he doesnt know how to calmly approach them about all of this.

I dont have specific stuff he might do or say besides pushing them harder to train and focus, probably both physically and with cruel words and micromanaging them, but like eh maybe its good enough like this. I like analysing characters and not just go hee hee hes mean cuz hes mean so i wanted to find a possible situation where he could plausably be an asshole to them all while it fits narratively. I hope you enjoyed? I didnt intend to ramble so hard but here we are. First time anon and all 😭

Yes yes this all excellent!!! All very good points!! I love it!

If I’m remembering correctly, he only decides he doesn’t want to be Batman anymore after the failsafe episode. So maybe in the beginning, he’s pushing them so hard because he’s purposely trying to channel his inner Batman. He thinks when he grows up, he’s going to have to take over the Batman mantle. He’s going to have to wear the cowl. And that means acting like Batman, even though his teammates are his friends.

The JL are Bruce’s friends too, but he’s still harsh with them in training.

What he forgets though is that the JL are adults. And they react very differently than moody teenagers who don’t take kindly to being bosses around by a kid who’s younger than them.

I think maybe Dick and Bruce feed into each other’s worst habits a lot, and training well past the point of exhaustion is probably one of those bad habits. Training out frustrations is also one of them. So when Dick is frustrated with the way the team is performing, he keeps pushing them until they get something right. Because that’s how his dynamic with Batman works.

Batman pushes Robin. Robin pushes Batman. They both become better because of it.

But this team doesn’t have that dynamic. They’re not a well oiled machine like the dynamic duo. And that’s something Dick didn’t quite take into account.

They think he’s pushing them and criticizing them because he’s mean. In reality, he’s doing it because he wants them to get better so they can stay safe in the field. He’s just bad at explaining that.

[cherrytimemachine]

If I may, I also think the fanon interpretation of Tenna before chapter 3 came out played an opposite role to how our perception of Spamton changed.

After chapter 2, everyone assumed Tenna was a purposefully malicious actor who fucked Spamton over. People assumed Tenna was the voice on the phone who tricked him, and after the Sweepstakes website and the Fangamer AMA, there was an added speculation about Tenna having done something to Mike.

When chapter 3 came out and he was nothing like we expected, people's opinions softened. The assumption that he was much more in control and domineering over Spamton's life was shattered, and instead we got a silly goober with abandonment issues who can't get over his ex. Tenna gives a different side of the story that paints Spamton as the bad guy this time. I've had multiple friends enter into chapter 3 already having a bias against Tenna and hesitant to like him because of the assumption that he purposely hurt Spamton and ruined his life. Having that disproven and a different take on Spamton's actions swapped their roles in the eyes of the viewer.

However, putting both sides of the story together, it's obvious that both of them are unreliable narrators and are flawed people at the same time. They're both angry and resentful of their respective situations and put that blame on the other for it all going downhill.

As far as Spamton being seen as using Tenna, I don't doubt that he had one of those big self important personalities. The Addisons mentioned him beginning to brag about all the things he was getting with his success, which is understandable as he was a failure for so long compared to them, but also could be a lingering jealousy in their language. The thing is, who says Tenna wasn't like that as well in his prime? We only know the Tenna of today, just as we only know the Spamton of today.

I think it would be interesting character development wise if Tenna was a narcissist at some point. He already has so many pieces of memorabilia adorned with his face and begs for praise, who's to say he wasn't a bit full of himself in the past because of how much attention he was getting? Plus, it would make their dynamic a lot more interesting if both of them entered this partnership from a selfish perspective and eventually grew attached and learned to love each other.

Spamton had felt betrayed by the Addisons for their jealousy, and probably had difficulty seeing any relationship as anything other than transactional. Tenna was probably the first person he really let himself care about in a long while, and it ended up coming back to bite him because of the voice that gave him success. Him caring so deeply about Tenna, putting everything he had and dreamed of on the line for this man, and it was ripped away from him with nothing to show for it.

They're both resentful and trying to pin it back on the other to have someone to blame, something they can reach to attribute their failures to. Both of them don't want to think about what was out of their control or what was their own doing. To Spamton, there's nothing he could've done to change it because it was the fate he was told would come to pass and he failed to defy it. To Tenna, it would mean accepting that he was becoming obsolete in a way that was unavoidable, and he'd have to come to terms with his greatest fear of being left behind and forgotten. Blaming each other is easier than looking in the mirror and seeing the worst in themselves, in acknowledging their own failures. If Spamton can't blame it on an entity he could never touch, he'll blame it on the man he threw it all away for. If Tenna can't stop the progression of time and his loss of audience, he'll blame it on the man who promised to help him stay in the spotlight.

It's so sad how doomed they both were, how hard they tried to defy it, and how they ended up hurting themselves and each other in the process.

Thinking about how Tenna is so good at manipulation (even unintentionally) that he managed to convince more than half of the fandom that even though he saw Spamton having a panic attack and running away in such despair that he forgot to turn off the phone and instead of going after him to comfort him and check if everything is okay, he goes there and chooses to pick up the phone (which obviously has no one else there!!! The person was trying to talk to Spamton!!! The conversation was already over, you dumbass!!!) and he is somehow totally the victim of the situation and Spamton is this evil guy who "ripped him off"