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[mbruben-stein]

You know those photos of little birds sleeping together on a branch, all cuddled up in a line? This, but its the Order of the Robins from Dark Knights of Steel, high up on some precarious ledge:

(The photos in question:)

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Hello, can I please request Akagami no shirayukihime/Snow white with red hair characters (Raji Shenazard, Zen Wisteria, Mitsuhide Louen, and Obi) headcanons with a s/o when sleeping together in the same bed? In Fluff/Comfort sense

Snow white with red hair characters reaction to sleeping with s/o together in the same bed?

Fluff/ Comfort

~Zen~

Zen would initially be quite flustered and nervous about sharing a bed with his S/o, his cheeks taking on that familiar reddish hue as he tries to maintain his composure. Despite being a confident prince in most situations, intimate moments like these would bring out his more vulnerable, endearing side. He'd probably spend extra time getting ready, making sure everything is perfect, and would ask multiple times if his S/o is truly comfortable with the arrangement. His considerate nature would shine through as he'd offer to take the floor or find alternative sleeping arrangements if there's even the slightest hint of discomfort from his partner.

The protective instincts that define so much of Zen's character would manifest beautifully during shared sleep. He'd naturally position himself between his S/o and the door, and would find himself waking up periodically throughout the night just to ensure they're safe and comfortable. His S/o would often wake to find his arm draped protectively over them, or discover that he'd carefully adjusted the blankets to make sure they stayed warm. Even in sleep, Zen's caring nature wouldn't rest, and he'd unconsciously pull his S/o closer whenever they seemed restless or troubled by dreams.

What would surprise Zen most is how naturally peaceful and content he'd feel with his S/o beside him. After years of carrying the weight of royal responsibilities and the loneliness that often comes with his position, having someone he trusts completely sharing such an intimate, vulnerable space would bring him a sense of completeness he didn't realize he was missing. He'd find that his usual restless energy settles into something calmer and more grounded. The forest used to be his escape from princely duties, but now his S/o's presence would become his sanctuary, a place where he can simply be Zen rather than the second prince of Clarines.

Morning would bring its own tender moments as Zen would wake up earlier than his S/o, taking quiet minutes to simply watch them sleep with a soft, adoring expression. He'd be incredibly gentle when waking them, perhaps with soft kisses or gentle caresses, his voice warm and hushed with morning affection. These shared mornings would become some of his most treasured memories, representing the genuine connection and acceptance he'd always longed for. Zen would make it a point to bring his S/o tea or breakfast in bed sometimes, wanting to pamper them and show his appreciation for the trust and love they've given him by sharing such intimate, peaceful moments together.

~Raji~

Raji would be an absolute bundle of nerves the first time he and his s/o share a bed, even if it's just for sleeping. His socially awkward nature would have him overthinking every detail - from what pajamas to wear to which side of the bed to take. He'd probably spend hours beforehand asking Sakaki for advice (much to his attendant's exasperation), fretting about whether he should bring extra pillows or if the room temperature is just right. His hands would be slightly trembling as he gets ready for bed, and he'd be uncharacteristically quiet, stealing glances at his s/o while trying to appear composed. Despite his royal upbringing, this intimate moment would strip away all his princely facade, leaving him as vulnerable and genuine as he truly is beneath all the formality.

Once they're actually settled in bed together, Raji's inherent kindness would shine through his nervousness. He'd be incredibly considerate, constantly asking if his s/o is comfortable, if they need more blankets, or if he's taking up too much space. True to his dislike of cold things, he'd make sure his s/o is warm enough, perhaps even having the servants prepare extra soft blankets beforehand. His artistic sensibilities would show as he'd notice small details - how peaceful his s/o looks in the moonlight, the way their hair falls across the pillow, or how their breathing synchronizes with his. He'd lie there for a while just watching them, feeling overwhelmed by the trust they've placed in him by sharing such an intimate, vulnerable moment.

As the night progresses, Raji would gradually relax into the comfort of having his s/o close. His fear of being alone (stemming from his isolated upbringing) would melt away as he realizes he doesn't have to maintain any pretenses here. He'd tentatively reach out to hold their hand or gently stroke their hair, marveling at how natural and right it feels. If his s/o moves closer to him in their sleep, seeking his warmth, he'd freeze at first before carefully adjusting to accommodate them, his heart racing with joy at being needed and wanted. The intimacy of simply breathing in the same space, sharing the same blankets, would feel more precious to him than any royal treasure.

Waking up next to his s/o would be a revelation for Raji - seeing their sleepy face first thing in the morning, perhaps with messy hair and soft eyes, would make him feel like he's witnessing something sacred. He'd be the type to wake up earlier just to watch them sleep peacefully, wondering how he got so lucky. This experience would mark another step in his character development, as he'd realize that true intimacy isn't about grand gestures or royal protocols, but about these quiet, tender moments of connection. He'd probably write poetry about it later (though thankfully better than his earlier attempts), and the memory would become something he treasures, giving him strength during difficult princely duties and reminding him of what he's working to become worthy of.

~Mitsuhida~

Initially, Mitsuhide would be an absolute mess of nerves and flustered energy when the topic of sharing a bed first comes up. His face would turn various shades of red as he stumbles over his words, trying to be a perfect gentleman while also not wanting to make his S/O feel uncomfortable or unwanted. He'd probably suggest taking the floor or finding a separate room multiple times, not because he doesn't want to be close to them, but because he's genuinely worried about overstepping boundaries or not being respectful enough. His natural tendency to overthink would kick into overdrive as he mentally rehearses how to act appropriately, though his S/O would likely find his nervous rambling endearing rather than concerning.

Once actually in bed together, Mitsuhide would start off lying rigidly on his side of the bed, maintaining what he considers a "respectful distance" while being hyperaware of every small movement or sound his S/O makes. He'd probably ask multiple times if they're comfortable, if they need more space, or if the temperature is okay, his protective instincts making him want to ensure their complete comfort. However, his caring nature would gradually override his nervousness, especially if his S/O seems cold or restless. Without even realizing it, he'd slowly migrate closer, perhaps offering his arm as a pillow or gently adjusting the blankets to make sure they're properly covered.

As he becomes more accustomed to the arrangement, Mitsuhide's natural protective instincts would make him surprisingly good at anticipating his S/O's needs during sleep. He'd wake up if they had a nightmare, instinctively pulling them closer and murmuring reassuring words in his sleep-roughened voice. His training as a knight means he's a light sleeper anyway, so he'd often find himself watching over them as they rest, marveling at how peaceful and vulnerable they look. This would bring out his more tender side, the one usually reserved for his closest friends, as he'd gently brush hair from their face or adjust their position if they seem uncomfortable.

Eventually, sharing a bed would become one of Mitsuhide's favorite parts of the relationship, though he'd be too embarrassed to admit it outright. He'd treasure the quiet intimacy of morning conversations while still tangled in blankets, or the way his S/O would unconsciously seek out his warmth during the night. His natural tendency to worry would manifest in making sure they get enough rest, probably gently scolding them if they try to stay up too late, though it would come from a place of genuine care. Despite his initial nervousness, he'd discover that he sleeps better with his S/O beside him, their presence providing a sense of peace and comfort that helps quiet his often-worried mind.

~Obi~

Initially, Obi would find sharing a bed both thrilling and terrifying in equal measure. His years as a lone assassin meant he'd grown accustomed to sleeping light and alone, always ready to spring into action at the first sign of danger. Having someone so close while he's at his most vulnerable would trigger every instinct he has to maintain distance and stay guarded. Yet there's something about his S/O's presence that makes him want to try, even if his first few nights are spent lying rigidly on his side of the bed, hyperaware of every breath and movement beside him. He'd probably make light jokes about being a "terrible bed partner" or tease about his nocturnal habits to mask how genuinely nervous he is about this level of intimacy.

Once he begins to relax into the routine, Obi would discover he's surprisingly tactile during sleep. All that emotional distance he maintains during waking hours seems to melt away in the darkness, and he'd find himself unconsciously gravitating toward his S/O's warmth. He might wake up with an arm draped over them or their hand somehow finding its way into his hair, and while he'd initially feel embarrassed about these unconscious displays of affection, he'd gradually come to cherish them. His S/O would likely be the first person to see him completely unguarded, catching glimpses of soft expressions and gentle touches that he'd never allow himself during the day.

His protective instincts would absolutely extend to their shared sleeping space. Obi would position himself between his S/O and the door without even thinking about it, and he'd probably still keep a weapon within arm's reach out of pure habit. But rather than being paranoid, it would feel more like a gentle shield - he sleeps better knowing he can keep them safe, and they sleep better knowing he's there. He'd develop endearing habits like checking that they're properly covered with blankets or adjusting pillows in his sleep, small acts of care that come naturally to him in these quiet moments.

Perhaps most surprisingly, Obi would find that sharing a bed helps quiet the restless energy that usually keeps him prowling around at night. His S/O's steady breathing and peaceful presence would become a new kind of anchor, giving him a reason to stay still and actually rest rather than constantly being on alert. He'd never admit it out loud, but some of his best sleep would come from these shared nights, and he'd start looking forward to the simple intimacy of falling asleep and waking up beside someone who chose to trust him with their most vulnerable moments. The former assassin who once claimed he preferred the solitude of night would discover that some kinds of company are worth changing your habits for.

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Hi, I'd like to request a male matchup for MHA. Pronouns - she/her Gender - Female My age - 21 Personality - I'm reserved, patient, humorous. Also, quiet, sensitive, and a hopeless romantic (basically, I have an idealistic and optimistic view of love). Occasionally, I feel insecure or overthink. I'm a mix between introvert and extrovert (though, I'm mostly an introvert). To strangers, I seem aloof or shy. My friends describe me as trustworthy and kind. MBTI - ISTJ Enneagram - 9w1 Appearance: My eyes are round and dark brown, height is 4'9". I have long, straight black hair and a round face. Also, my skin is lightly tanned. Both of my legs have a mole (birthmark) on them. And I look younger than my age. Style - Usually casual but changes depending on the occasion. I like wearing a shirt and jeans or a skirt. Favorite colors to wear are pastels or light colors. My favorite clothing pattern is flowers. Hobbies - writing, reading, drawing, listening to music, playing video games, solving crosswords, doing word searches Likes - art, music, books, nature, animals, plushies, stars, ice skating Ideal partner - Someone patient and a good listener. Confident, kind-hearted also loyal. Speaks their mind and is protective but not controlling. Love languages - acts of service, quality time Random fact about me - I have one dog. Thanks!

I ship you with...

I ship you with Kirishima.

Your relationship with Eijiro is the perfect example of opposites attracting in the most beautiful way. While you're naturally reserved and tend to observe from the sidelines, his boisterous energy and infectious enthusiasm slowly draw you out of your shell. He's incredibly patient with your quiet nature, never pushing you to be more outgoing than you're comfortable with, but his genuine interest in your thoughts and feelings makes you want to share more of yourself with him. When you do speak up, he listens with such focused attention that it makes your heart flutter, and his excited reactions to your ideas – calling them "so manly!" even when they're just about a book you're reading – never fail to make you smile.

Eijiro absolutely adores how you look younger than your age, often teasingly calling you his "little hero" while being incredibly protective of you during training exercises. The height difference between you two is something he finds endearing, and he's always unconsciously positioning himself to shield you from potential harm. Your round, dark eyes captivate him completely – he often finds himself getting lost in them during conversations, leading to those adorable moments where he stumbles over his words and his cheeks turn as red as his hair. He thinks your long black hair is beautiful and loves how it contrasts with his spiky red locks when you're sitting together.

Your shared moral compass creates an incredibly strong foundation for your relationship. While Eijiro expresses his sense of justice loudly and proudly, your quieter but equally firm convictions earn his deep respect and admiration. He often seeks your perspective on difficult situations because he values your thoughtful, patient approach to problem-solving. When you occasionally overthink or feel insecure, his unwavering confidence in you helps ground you, and his simple, honest way of expressing how amazing he thinks you are slowly helps you see yourself through his eyes.

The way Eijiro shows love perfectly aligns with your love languages of acts of service and quality time. He's constantly doing little things to make your life easier – carrying your books, saving you a seat in the cafeteria, or bringing you your favorite tea when you're stressed about exams. He treasures the quiet moments you spend together, whether you're reading while he studies nearby or working on your art while he watches with fascination. These peaceful interludes help balance out his usually high-energy personality, and he's mentioned more than once that he feels most like himself when he's with you.

Your hobbies bring out a softer side of Eijiro that not many people get to see. He becomes your biggest supporter when it comes to your writing and art, always eager to see your latest creations and genuinely impressed by your talent. He's learned to appreciate the quieter activities you enjoy, and there's something incredibly sweet about watching this tough, manly hero carefully working on crossword puzzles beside you or listening intently as you read passages from your favorite books aloud. He's even started leaving little encouraging notes in your notebooks, written in his slightly messy handwriting but filled with so much heart.

When it comes to your sensitive nature, Eijiro's protective instincts kick into high gear, but in the most caring way possible. He's learned to recognize when you're feeling overwhelmed and will quietly create a buffer between you and whatever's causing stress, whether it's a chaotic training session or just the general noise of school life. Your tendency to be a hopeless romantic absolutely melts his chivalrous heart – he goes out of his way to create those fairy-tale moments you dream about, from surprise picnics under the stars to handwritten letters expressing his feelings.

The trust you place in him means everything to Eijiro, especially knowing how selective you are about who gets to see your true self. He's incredibly honored that someone as thoughtful and genuine as you chose him, and it motivates him to be the best version of himself every day. Your friends were initially surprised by the pairing, but seeing how he brings out your confidence while you help him find moments of peace and reflection, they quickly understood why you two work so perfectly together. Even Bakugo grudgingly admits that "the quiet girl is good for the hair-for-brains."

Your relationship is built on mutual growth and understanding – you help Eijiro learn that strength isn't always about being the loudest or most aggressive person in the room, while he helps you realize that your gentle nature and thoughtful approach to life are just as heroic as any flashy Quirk. Together, you create a perfect balance of excitement and tranquility, passion and patience, with both of you becoming stronger heroes not just because of your individual growth, but because of the unwavering support and love you provide each other.

[mbruben-stein]

hi hi hi may i please request a matchup for aot, marvel, and dc? or whichever ones you like best :) i’m bisexual with no pref & use she/her pronouns!

for my appearance, im 5’2 & have fairly long light brown hair. my eyes are hazel, im fairly pale with a few freckles sitting across my face, & my cheeks are perpetually rosy andjfjjek. my style ranges from pretty soft and girly to a wannabe skater boy (i love the style but alas, it does not love me </3). i really like dressing up even if i’m not going anywhere. i also really like to do makeup, both on myself and others. also since i’m on the shorter side, i like to wear platform shoes since being tall makes me feel cool!

personality wise, im very dramatic, i get excited easily, and am a bit overly sensitive i’m an intj & cancer, & i try my best to be optimistic no matter what. im a big fan of my own personal space bubble though!! i love anything soft or cute, especially animals!! im kinda scared of bugs though, but i still always try to take them outside. i tend to be a bit bossy and unreasonable when it comes to something i’m interested in. plus i get really moody and irrational sometimes when it comes to something i want (im very stubborn lol). i also really like going for walks, shopping, yoga, gardening, baking (even though i’m dreadfully awful at it), and reading. i try to see the best in everything & everyone, though i can’t really tolerate it if somebody is overly cruel or rude to the people i care about. i have a very “do no harm, take no shit” mentality :) in a relationship i usually look for someone who’s fairly patient and mature since i can be a lot at times… most times tbh abshshdhdj.

please & thank you!!! :)

I ship you with...

I ship you with Connie Springer.

Your relationship with Connie would be built on a foundation of shared enthusiasm and genuine care for each other. He'd absolutely adore your dramatic flair and how easily you get excited about things - it would match his own outgoing energy perfectly. When you get worked up about something you're passionate about, even if you're being a bit bossy or unreasonable, Connie would find it endearing rather than annoying. He'd listen to you ramble about your latest interest with that characteristic grin of his, occasionally chiming in with questions that show he's actually paying attention despite his reputation for being dense. Your optimistic outlook would complement his own hopeful nature beautifully, especially during his earlier, more carefree days in the military.

The height difference between you two would be something Connie secretly loves, even as he grows taller over the years. He'd constantly tease you about your platform shoes, but in the sweetest way possible - maybe even offering to carry you when your feet get tired from walking around in them all day. He'd be fascinated watching you do makeup, both on yourself and others, sitting quietly (a rare occurrence for him) as you work your magic. Sometimes he'd even let you practice on him, though he'd grumble about it the whole time while secretly enjoying the attention and gentle touches.

Your need for personal space would actually work well with Connie's military lifestyle - he'd understand the importance of having your own bubble and would be surprisingly respectful about it. When you need alone time, he'd busy himself with his own activities or hang out with Jean and Sasha, but he'd always make sure you know he's there when you're ready for company again. During your walks together, he'd maintain just the right distance, close enough to chat but not so close that you feel crowded. He'd probably even learn to read your moods well enough to know when you need space before you have to ask for it.

Connie would absolutely melt over your love for soft and cute things, especially animals. He'd probably start bringing you little gifts - maybe a flower he picked during training exercises or a smooth stone he found that reminded him of your eyes. Your fear of bugs would bring out his protective side; he'd become the designated bug-removal expert in your relationship, gently catching them and taking them outside while you hover at a safe distance. He'd never make fun of your fear, instead treating it as just another way he can take care of you.

The dynamic between your stubbornness and his patient, eager-to-please nature would create an interesting balance. When you get moody or irrational about something you want, Connie would initially try to logic his way through it (often unsuccessfully), but he'd quickly learn that sometimes you just need him to listen and be supportive rather than solve the problem. His growth throughout the series would make him increasingly mature and patient, exactly the kind of partner you need. He'd learn to navigate your more intense moments with a calm presence, never making you feel like you're "too much."

Your shared "do no harm, take no shit" mentality would be one of your strongest bonds, especially as Connie faces the harsher realities of military life. You'd both fiercely protect the people you care about, and Connie would find strength in your unwavering support and belief in seeing the best in people. During his darker moments, particularly when dealing with the trauma of his mother's transformation, your optimism and emotional support would be a lifeline. He'd admire your ability to stay hopeful even in difficult circumstances, and you'd help ground him when his own emotions threaten to overwhelm him. Together, you'd create a relationship built on mutual care, understanding, and the kind of deep loyalty that comes from truly accepting each other's flaws and strengths.

I ship you with Scarlet Witch/Wanda maximoff.

Wanda would be absolutely enchanted by your dramatic flair and the way you light up over the smallest things. She'd find your excitement infectious, especially after years of carrying so much weight on her shoulders. When you get animated about a new makeup look you want to try or a cute outfit you've put together, she'd watch with this soft smile, her eyes crinkling at the corners. Your optimism would be like a balm to her soul - she'd be drawn to how you try to see the best in everything, even when you're being stubborn about wanting something specific. She'd tease you gently about your "wannabe skater boy" looks, but secretly love how you experiment with different styles and aren't afraid to dress up just because you feel like it.

Your shared love of cozy domestic moments would create the perfect foundation for your relationship. Wanda would absolutely adore your attempts at baking, even when things go hilariously wrong - she'd use her powers to subtly help when you're not looking, then act completely innocent when your cookies somehow turn out perfectly. She'd love having you do her makeup, sitting still and patient while you work, enjoying the gentle intimacy of your hands on her face. Your gardening hobby would remind her of the peaceful life she always dreamed of, and she'd help you tend to plants with her powers, making flowers bloom just to see you smile.

The way you respect personal space would mean everything to Wanda. She's been through so much that having someone who understands boundaries and doesn't crowd her would be incredibly healing. When she needs space to process her emotions or memories, you'd give it to her without question, maybe just leaving little notes or her favorite tea where she can find them. But when she's ready for closeness, she'd love how you curl up next to her, especially when you're wearing those platform shoes that make you feel more confident - she'd think you're adorable trying to be taller.

Your "do no harm, take no shit" mentality would resonate deeply with Wanda's protective instincts. She'd love how fiercely you defend the people you care about, and you'd both share that quiet understanding of when to be gentle and when to stand firm. When you get moody or irrational about something you want, she'd be patient but firm, knowing exactly how to handle your stubborn streaks because she understands what it's like to feel things intensely. She'd never dismiss your feelings, even when you're being unreasonable, instead helping you work through them.

Your love of soft, cute things would bring out Wanda's nurturing side completely. She'd surprise you with little stuffed animals or soft blankets in your favorite colors, and absolutely melt when you get excited about them. When you encounter bugs and get scared but still insist on carefully taking them outside, she'd find it endearing and just quietly use her powers to help guide them out while you're being brave. She'd love going on walks with you, especially when you're dressed up in your girly outfits, and would probably use her magic to make flower petals fall around you just to see you laugh.

What would make this relationship truly special is how you'd both grow together. Your optimism and excitement would help heal parts of Wanda's heart she thought were permanently damaged, while her patience and maturity would give you the stable, understanding presence you need. She'd love how you make ordinary moments feel special - whether you're putting on a full face of makeup just to stay home, or getting dramatically excited about a new book. In return, you'd help her remember what it feels like to be genuinely happy about small, beautiful things. Together, you'd create the kind of peaceful, loving domestic life that Wanda has always dreamed of, filled with laughter, gentle teasing, and the deep comfort of being truly understood.

I ship you with Dick grayson/Nightwing.

Dick would absolutely adore your dramatic flair and how easily you get excited about things. He's naturally drawn to people with vibrant personalities, and your enthusiasm would match perfectly with his own showman tendencies and love of performance. When you get all dressed up just because you feel like it, he'd be completely charmed - especially when you break out those platform shoes that make you feel powerful. He'd probably tease you affectionately about trying to reach his height, but in that fond way that shows how much he loves your confidence. Your girly-soft to wannabe-skater aesthetic shifts would fascinate him, and he'd probably enjoy watching you experiment with different looks, maybe even letting you practice makeup techniques on him during quiet evenings together.

Your need for personal space would actually work beautifully with Dick's lifestyle. As someone who spends so much time in high-intensity situations with teams, he'd deeply appreciate having a partner who understands the importance of individual space and recharging time. He wouldn't take it personally when you need to retreat into your bubble, and he'd probably use those moments to catch up on his own planning and case work. When you do come back together, it would make those moments feel even more special and intentional. Plus, your "do no harm, take no shit" mentality would earn his complete respect - he's seen too many people get walked over, and your ability to be kind while still standing firm would remind him of the balance he tries to strike as a hero.

The fact that you're stubborn and can get moody when you want something would actually amuse Dick more than frustrate him. He's dealt with plenty of strong personalities on various teams, and he'd find your particular brand of dramatic stubbornness endearing rather than annoying. When you get bossy about something you're passionate about, he'd probably just grin and go along with it, especially if it's something harmless like rearranging furniture or planning the perfect garden layout. He's patient enough to weather your irrational moments, and secure enough in himself not to take your moods personally. In fact, he'd probably find gentle ways to snap you out of particularly unreasonable spirals, using humor or distraction techniques he's perfected over years of dealing with complicated team dynamics.

Your shared love of helping creatures in need would create such a sweet dynamic between you two. Dick would find it absolutely precious how you're scared of bugs but still insist on carefully relocating them outside rather than killing them. He'd probably end up being your designated spider-removal service, but he'd do it with such good humor that it becomes this running joke between you. Your love for animals would extend beautifully into his world too - he'd love having someone who gets genuinely excited about the various creatures you might encounter during his work, and who brings that same protective instinct to vulnerable beings that drives his own heroic nature.

Dick would be incredibly patient with your sensitivity and dramatic reactions because he'd recognize the genuine heart behind them. Having grown up with Batman's emotional stoicism, he'd actually find your emotional openness refreshing and healing. When you get overwhelmed or overly sensitive about something, he'd know exactly how to ground you - probably with gentle touches, quiet reassurance, or by redirecting your energy into something positive like one of your shared activities. He'd love joining you for walks where you can both decompress, and he'd probably become your biggest cheerleader during your terrible baking attempts, finding your kitchen disasters genuinely entertaining rather than frustrating.

The two of you would have this beautiful balance where your optimism and determination to see the best in everything would help pull Dick out of his occasional brooding spells, while his experience and maturity would provide the steady presence you need when you're feeling scattered or overwhelmed. He'd love how you try to find joy and beauty in small moments - it would remind him not to get too caught up in the heavy aspects of his work. Your Cancer sensitivity combined with your INTJ planning nature would complement his tactical mind perfectly, and he'd probably find himself seeking your perspective on problems because you'd approach them from such a different but insightful angle. Together, you'd create this dynamic where you're both growing and balancing each other out, with plenty of laughter and genuine affection threading through even your more challenging moments.

[mbruben-stein]

Can you dating HCs for Fumikage Tokoyami x gn! reader that is Nezu's adopted child with a Quirk that allows them to control matter with sheer will?

~Fumikage Tokoyami x GN Nezu's adopted child reader headcanons.~

Your relationship with Fumikage develops slowly and naturally, built on mutual respect and understanding. As Nezu's adopted child, you're already accustomed to being around someone who's different from the norm, which makes you one of the few people who never seems fazed by Fumikage's bird-like appearance or his dramatic way of speaking. He notices this immediately and finds himself drawn to your calm acceptance of his quirks, both literal and metaphorical. You appreciate his thoughtful nature and the way he considers his words carefully before speaking, never rushing to fill silences with meaningless chatter.

Dark Shadow absolutely adores you, which initially embarrasses Fumikage to no end. The shadow entity is constantly trying to get your attention, praising your matter manipulation abilities and begging you to create small objects for it to play with. You find Dark Shadow's enthusiasm endearing and often indulge its requests, crafting tiny sculptures or rearranging classroom items just to watch it bounce around excitedly. Fumikage tries to scold Dark Shadow for being bothersome, but you can see the fondness in his red eyes when he watches you interact so patiently with his quirk's manifestation.

Your matter manipulation quirk fascinates him from both a tactical and philosophical standpoint. He'll spend hours discussing the theoretical applications of your ability, his archaic speech patterns becoming even more pronounced when he's excited about strategy. You two often train together, with him learning to coordinate Dark Shadow's movements with your matter constructs, creating devastating combination attacks. Nezu definitely planned some of your training sessions, knowing that both of your analytical minds would benefit from working together.

The relationship deepens during quiet moments in his dorm room, surrounded by the purple candles and gothic decorations he was once so embarrassed to show others. You're one of the few people allowed into his "dark sanctuary," and he treasures these intimate moments where you both can simply exist in comfortable silence. Sometimes you'll reshape his candles into more elaborate forms while he reads poetry aloud, his voice low and soothing in the dim light.

Fumikage becomes incredibly protective of you, especially given your connection to Nezu. He knows that being the principal's child could make you a target, and his normally controlled demeanor can become fierce when he senses any potential threat to your safety. During villain attacks or training exercises, he positioning himself strategically to ensure Dark Shadow can shield you while still allowing your quirk the space it needs to be effective. You've learned to work in perfect synchronization, your matter manipulation creating barriers and weapons while Dark Shadow provides mobility and close combat support.

Your relationship brings out a softer side of Fumikage that even his closest classmates rarely see. He'll leave small gifts made of shadow on your desk - temporary sculptures that dissolve by evening, or he'll use Dark Shadow to deliver notes written in his elaborate handwriting. You respond by occasionally rearranging matter to create surprise decorations in his space or crafting small permanent keepsakes that he treasures. Both of you understand the weight of responsibility that comes with your unique family situations and powerful quirks, and you find solace in having someone who truly understands the pressure of living up to high expectations while forging your own heroic path.

[mbruben-stein]

hello <3 may I request a SFW alphabet with Inuyasha ? I just read your Sesshomaru alphabet, and I am so in love I HAD to ask if you'd be willing to do one for our boy Inuyasha as well <3

Inuyasha SFW Alphabet: Inuyasha.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Inuyasha would never openly admit how much he cares for you, but his actions speak volumes. When you're in danger, he becomes utterly focused on your protection, forgetting even his own injuries. His affection comes through in gruff gestures—draping his robe of the fire rat over your shoulders on cold nights without explanation, or positioning himself between you and potential threats. You'd notice how he sits closer to you than anyone else in the group, occasionally stealing glances when he thinks you're not looking. Though he might snap "Keh!" and act indifferent when you thank him, the slight blush across his cheeks betrays his true feelings.

The rare moments when Inuyasha drops his guard are when his affection shines brightest. He might awkwardly bring you herbs for injuries, claiming Kaede "made him do it" while carefully applying them himself. Late at night, when everyone else is asleep, he sometimes shares fragments of his past that he's never told anyone else, his voice softening as he speaks. Though he struggles with verbally expressing his feelings, he shows his trust by falling asleep beside you—something the perpetually vigilant half-demon rarely does with others. And on the most precious occasions, he might impulsively take your hand or pull you close during a moment of relief after battle, only to quickly release you with reddened ears when he realizes what he's done.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Becoming best friends with Inuyasha wouldn't happen overnight. It would start when you find yourself in danger and he reluctantly rescues you, grumbling the entire time about how "humans are so weak" while checking you for injuries with surprising gentleness. You'd notice how he keeps finding excuses to be around you afterward ("I'm just making sure you don't get yourself killed again"), and gradually, his gruff exterior would soften. When you don't flinch at his dog ears or harsh language, when you stand up to him without fear, and especially when you accept his half-demon nature without question, he'd be caught off guard. The first time you defend him against others' prejudice, he'd act like it doesn't matter, but you'd catch that momentary look of shock and gratitude before he turns away with a "Keh!"

As your best friend, Inuyasha would be frustratingly loyal to a fault. He'd show up at your window at odd hours just to make sure you're safe, steal food off your plate while claiming yours tastes better, and insult your abilities while simultaneously putting himself in harm's way to protect you. During new moons, you'd be one of the few people he trusts to see him vulnerable. When you're upset, he'd be utterly useless at comfort, awkwardly patting your shoulder and offering to "beat up whoever made you cry," but he'd never leave your side. His brutal honesty would be both infuriating and refreshing—he'd tell you when your cooking is terrible but would eat it anyway because you made it. And though he'd rather die than admit it, the way his eyes light up when you return from being away, or how he positions himself between you and any perceived threat, would tell you everything his pride won't let him say.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Inuyasha doesn't openly admit to enjoying cuddles, but you've noticed how he gradually inches closer to you during cold nights by the campfire. At first, it's always under the pretense of protection—"I'm just making sure you don't freeze to death, stupid"—with that familiar gruff tone and averted gaze. His approach is awkward and hesitant, like he's constantly fighting his own desire for closeness. When he finally gives in, he'll wrap an arm around you with surprising gentleness, though he'll stubbornly maintain that scowl. You've learned that the deeper his blush and the more he protests, the more he's actually enjoying the physical contact. Sometimes, when he thinks you're asleep, his guard drops completely, and he'll pull you closer against his chest, his chin resting protectively on top of your head.

The way Inuyasha cuddles reveals the parts of himself he struggles to express in words. His body always remains slightly alert—ears twitching at distant sounds, ready to protect you at a moment's notice. Yet there's an unmistakable tenderness in how his clawed hands carefully avoid scratching you, how his breathing synchronizes with yours over time. On particularly vulnerable nights, especially after battles or close calls, he cuddles more fiercely, almost desperately, his arms encircling you completely as if reassuring himself that you're still there. It's during these quiet moments that you feel the true depth of his affection—not through flowery words or grand gestures, but through the warmth of his embrace and the steady beating of his heart against yours. And though he'd rather face Naraku again than admit it, those moments of connection bring him a peace he never thought possible.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

You notice that despite his restless nature, Inuyasha actually craves the stability of settling down, though he'd never admit it openly. After years of being shunned and living on the edge of survival, having a place to call home with you brings him a peace he never thought possible. Sometimes you catch him sitting on the roof at sunset, surveying the perimeter with a satisfied expression that betrays his contentment. When you ask if he misses the constant adventure, he scoffs and makes some gruff comment about "keeping his skills sharp," but you both know the truth—he treasures this life you've built together, even if expressing it directly remains difficult for him.

When it comes to domestic skills, you quickly discovered that Inuyasha is surprisingly competent at cooking, particularly anything that involves hunting or fishing first. His enhanced senses make him excellent at determining when meat is properly cooked, though his impatience often leads to meals being served half-prepared. Cleaning, however, is where his dog-demon heritage betrays him—he genuinely doesn't notice many messes, and when you point them out, he'll reluctantly help but mutter about "human obsessions with tidiness" the entire time. You've learned to appreciate his version of cleaning, which typically involves moving everything into questionable piles that somehow make sense to him but baffle everyone else.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

You can tell something's bothering him for days before he finally says anything. He paces around restlessly, avoids your gaze, and disappears for hours to sit alone in the branches of the Sacred Tree. When you confront him, he crosses his arms defensively, his dog ears flattening against his silver hair. "Look, I ain't good at this kinda stuff," he blurts out, his voice gruff but trembling slightly. "But I can't keep pretending. This thing between us—it's not gonna work." His golden eyes finally meet yours, a mixture of determination and pain reflected in them. Despite his harsh words, you can see how difficult this is for him, his clawed hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. If Inuyasha had to break up with you his partner, he wouldn't plan some elaborate speech or gentle letdown. True to his nature, he'd be blunt and direct, ripping off the bandage in one swift motion. "I'm not the right person for you," he'd say firmly, though his ears would betray his emotions by drooping. "You deserve better than some half-demon who's always putting you in danger." He might growl defensively if you tried to argue, but underneath his gruff exterior, he'd be breaking inside. His decision would likely come from a place of protection—believing you'd be safer or happier without him—rather than lack of feelings. And though he'd turn away quickly to hide his face, you'd catch the scent of salt in the air, revealing the tears he's desperately trying to conceal.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

You've noticed Inuyasha struggles with the concept of "marriage" despite being deeply committed to you in his own way. For someone who spent most of his life alone and betrayed, formal commitment terrifies him not because he doesn't want it, but because it makes his vulnerability official. When you first mentioned marriage, he scoffed and turned away with reddened cheeks, muttering something about "stupid human customs." Yet that same night, you caught him sitting in his characteristic dog-like posture outside your window, keeping watch until dawn—his own unspoken vow of protection that speaks louder than any ceremony could. Ironically, once Inuyasha accepts the idea of marriage, he'd want it immediately with his characteristic impatience. "Why wait?" he'd demand, crossing his arms with that familiar scowl that poorly masks his eagerness. The same impulsiveness that drives him in battle applies to claiming you as his mate. He'd have no patience for elaborate planning or traditions, suggesting something as blunt as "Let's just do it tomorrow" while avoiding eye contact to hide how much it actually means to him. Though he'd never admit it aloud, the thought of making you officially his brings him a sense of belonging he's craved since childhood—a sanctuary from the loneliness that has followed him throughout his life.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

When you're injured, you notice how Inuyasha's clawed hands become surprisingly gentle as he tends to your wounds. Though he grumbles about your "human fragility" the entire time, his touch is cautious and deliberate, betraying years of learning his own strength. You've caught glimpses of this physical restraint in other moments too—how he carries Shippo by the scruff without hurting him despite his annoyance, how he cradles Kagome against his chest when leaping through the forest, and how he handles the Tessaiga with unexpected precision when fighting around allies. It's the gentleness of someone who knows his own power intimately and has learned, through painful experience, exactly how much to hold back. Emotionally, Inuyasha's gentleness emerges in the spaces between his gruff exterior—those quiet moments when he thinks no one is watching. You've seen how he silently keeps guard while everyone sleeps, how his eyes soften when Kagome is kind to children who remind him of his own lonely past, and how he never mentions when he gives his portion of food to Shippo or Rin. His gentleness isn't in grand gestures or flowery words—it's in his consistent presence, his stubborn protection, and the vulnerability he allows only in brief, precious moments when his defenses fall. Though he'd rather die than admit it, the half-demon who grew up trusting no one has learned to show love in his own clumsy, wordless way.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

You've noticed that Inuyasha isn't exactly the type to initiate hugs—they make him visibly uncomfortable at first, his body tensing like a startled animal. Growing up ostracized by both humans and demons left little room for affection in his life. When you first attempt to embrace him, he'll likely stand rigid, arms awkwardly at his sides, maybe even growling a gruff "What are you doing?" or "Get off me!" But don't be fooled—despite his protests, you can feel his heartbeat quicken, betraying the emotional impact of simple physical comfort he rarely experienced. Only in moments of extreme relief (like when he thought you were in danger) might he impulsively pull you into a fierce, protective embrace before quickly releasing you and pretending it never happened. When Inuyasha does hug you, it's something to treasure for its rarity and intensity. His embraces are powerful and all-encompassing, with strong arms that could easily break enemies pulling you against his chest with surprising gentleness. You can feel the tension in his muscles gradually melting away as he allows himself this moment of vulnerability. His silver hair might brush against your face as he hesitantly rests his chin on your head, and you might catch him inhaling your scent—a deeply comforting gesture for his dog-demon senses. These moments never last long before his pride reasserts itself, pushing you away with a reddened face and some dismissive comment, but the memory of his warmth and the protective circle of his arms stays with you long after.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

You've noticed Inuyasha struggles with the words "I love you," despite his actions speaking volumes. His protective instincts flare whenever you're in danger, and he's constantly by your side, but the actual phrase remains unspoken. His blunt, almost brutal honesty about most things doesn't extend to his deeper feelings. Having lost many people he cared about at an early age, Inuyasha doesn't like admitting he cares. When you finally hear those words, it's during a moment of crisis—when someone he's protecting is in danger, he completely forgets about his own pain, and in that raw, unguarded moment, the words tumble out unexpectedly. After that first time, the phrase doesn't become common. Despite being described as "easily deceived and honest to a fault" and "unable to understand the subtleties of the human spirit," his personality is difficult to dislike. He shows his love through protection, through small gestures, through his presence. His emotions push his body past its limits, especially when it involves someone he truly cares for. When he says it again, it's with a gruff "keh" beforehand, his ears twitching nervously, golden eyes darting away from yours—but the words are there, spoken in that harsh Japanese tone that somehow, coming from him, carries all the tenderness in the world.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

You notice it immediately when Inuyasha gets jealous—his ears flatten slightly, his golden eyes narrow, and he crosses his arms with a huff that's just a bit too forceful to be casual. He's never been able to hide his emotions, and jealousy brings out his most territorial instincts. When someone else gets too close to you, especially another male, his jaw tightens and he positions himself between you and the perceived threat without even realizing he's doing it. He'll deny being jealous with a defiant "Keh!" if you point it out, his cheeks flushing red as he looks away stubbornly. But his feelings are written plainly across his face, as transparent as glass despite his best efforts. When jealousy truly takes hold, Inuyasha becomes even more protective than usual, finding excuses to stay close to your side and shooting warning glares at anyone who approaches. You might find him suddenly inserting himself into conversations, making unnecessarily loud comments, or finding trivial reasons to touch you—adjusting your bag on your shoulder or picking an imaginary leaf from your hair. At his worst, he'll resort to childish taunts toward his "rival" or storm off to sulk in a tree, only to keep watch from afar. But what he'll never admit is how these moments of jealousy stem from his deep-seated fear of abandonment—the worry that someone better might come along and you'll realize you deserve more than a half-demon with a rough exterior and a wounded heart.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Inuyasha's kisses are surprisingly intense and passionate, reflecting his fierce and determined nature. At first, they might seem rough and impulsive—he's not one for patience, after all—but there's an underlying tenderness that betrays how much he truly cares. You'd feel his emotions through every kiss; when he's worried about you, his kisses become desperate and protective, as if he's trying to convince himself you're really safe. When he's happy, they're enthusiastic and unrestrained. Inuyasha puts his whole heart into each kiss, his honesty extending to this intimate connection between you. He might blush furiously afterward and try to act nonchalant, but the way his golden eyes linger on you tells a different story. Inuyasha gravitates toward kissing your forehead and the crook of your neck, places where he can breathe in your scent and feel closest to you. His dog demon instincts drive him to these spots without him fully realizing why. When particularly protective, he'll pull you close and press his lips against your temple or the top of your head—these gestures are his way of saying "I'm here" without the words his pride won't let him speak. In moments of vulnerability, usually after you've been in danger, he'll carefully kiss any small injuries or bruises, his lips gentle against your skin as he mentally promises to do better at protecting you next time. Despite his gruff exterior, his kisses are always placed with intention, a physical manifestation of feelings he struggles to verbalize. Inuyasha melts when you kiss his cheeks and jawline, though he'd never admit how much these simple affections affect him. His ears are especially sensitive—a gentle kiss at the base of his dog ears makes him practically purr, though he might grumble about it afterward to save face. What truly undoes him, however, are kisses to his hands and wrists—the hands he's used for fighting his entire life. When you press your lips to his calloused palms or the inside of his wrist, it's as if you're acknowledging both his strength and vulnerability, and it leaves him momentarily speechless. These tender moments cut through his tough exterior, reminding him that he's worthy of gentle affection despite his half-demon nature. Though he might awkwardly turn away afterward, the slight tremble in his hands and the softening of his expression reveal just how deeply your kisses touch his once-lonely heart.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

You watch as Inuyasha awkwardly interacts with the village children, his gruff exterior barely concealing his soft spot for the little ones. Despite occasionally bonking Shippō on the head when annoyed, you notice how different he is with the truly young and vulnerable children who approach him with fascination rather than fear. His ears twitch with discomfort when they tug at his robes or reach for his silver hair, but he never pushes them away. Instead, he crouches down to their level, arms crossed defensively as if protecting his heart, while his golden eyes betray a deep understanding of what it means to be different and alone. The children's laughter seems to momentarily heal something in him, and though he'd never admit it, you catch the subtle softening of his expression when they fall asleep against him, trusting his strength completely. His protective instincts kick into overdrive around them, his hand instinctively moving to Tessaiga's hilt at the slightest hint of danger, ready to shield these innocent lives with the same fierce determination he shows for you and his friends.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings with Inuyasha are a unique blend of chaos and endearing moments. You'll often wake to find him already alert, perched cross-legged at the foot of the bed with his ears twitching at every sound outside. "Keh, you finally up?" he'll grumble, though the softness in his golden eyes betrays his gruff tone. He's impatient for breakfast but will awkwardly hover nearby as you prepare it, occasionally stealing bites when he thinks you're not looking. If you're moving too slowly for his liking, he might scoop you up without warning and carry you to where you need to go, muttering about "humans being too damn slow." On particularly peaceful mornings, you might catch him dozing in patches of sunlight streaming through the window, and when you run your fingers through his silver hair, he'll lean into your touch despite pretending not to enjoy it. Though he'd never admit it, these quiet morning moments are when his guard drops completely, and his usually tense shoulders finally relax in your presence.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights with Inuyasha are a unique blend of protection and unexpected tenderness. You quickly learn he's always alert, positioned near the window or door with Tessaiga propped against his shoulder, golden eyes scanning the darkness for potential threats. Despite his gruff "Keh" whenever you suggest he actually sleep comfortably, you notice how he gradually inches closer to you as the night deepens. Sometimes he'll curl up almost dog-like at the foot of your sleeping area, other times he'll reluctantly settle beside you, one arm always free to grab his sword if needed. On particularly cold nights, you wake to find him draped his robe of the fire rat over you, pretending it meant nothing when you thank him. His ears twitch at every sound, and occasionally you catch him watching you with an expression much softer than he'd ever admit to wearing. When nightmares of his past haunt him, a gentle touch to his hand is all it takes for his tense shoulders to relax, though he'll never acknowledge this vulnerability come morning. Despite his protests about "humans needing too much sleep," there's something profoundly comforting about knowing that no matter what dangers lurk in the dark, Inuyasha would face down anything to keep you safe.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

When Inuyasha starts revealing things about himself to you, it's never planned or intentional. It happens in those quiet moments between battles, when you're tending to his wounds or sharing a meal under the stars. His trust comes in fragments—a childhood memory muttered while staring into the fire, a painful confession after you've nearly lost each other in battle. You notice he reveals the most when he thinks you're asleep, his voice softer than you've ever heard it as he speaks about the loneliness of his past. At first, he flinches away when you acknowledge these moments, huffing with a "Keh!" and changing the subject, but over time, he stops pretending these vulnerabilities aren't part of him.

Inuyasha would never sit you down for a heart-to-heart conversation—that's not his style. Instead, his story unfolds like scattered puzzle pieces over months of traveling together. The pieces come faster when you're in danger, his fear of losing you breaking down walls he's maintained for decades. "I lost everyone I ever cared about," he might growl while pulling you from harm's way, his grip betraying how terrified he was of adding you to that list. Sometimes his revelations come with anger, sometimes with reluctant tenderness, but always with that raw honesty that defines him. And you learn to treasure each fragment he shares, understanding that for someone who spent his life believing vulnerability meant death, every confession is an act of profound trust.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

You quickly learn that patience is not one of Inuyasha's virtues - his temper flares at the slightest provocation, especially when he feels embarrassed or challenged. When frustrated, he'll pace around muttering curses under his breath, his dog ears twitching irritably atop his head. You've become adept at reading the signs: the tightening of his jaw, the flexing of his clawed fingers, and that telltale golden glare that means he's about to snap. Yet for all his bluster and growling, you notice how his anger never truly touches you - while he might shout and stomp away when you tease him, he's never once raised his voice when you're genuinely upset. It's endearing how the same half-demon who can barely wait five minutes for ramen to cook will sit perfectly still for hours if you've fallen asleep against his shoulder, his impatience mysteriously vanishing when it comes to your comfort and wellbeing.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Inuyasha actually remembers far more about you than he lets on. While he might act indifferent when you mention your favorite food or the name of your childhood pet, those details get filed away in his mind. He won't admit it, but certain things stick with him—especially anything that made you smile or cry. When you casually mentioned disliking a particular herb months ago, he silently removed it from the remedies Kaede prepared for you. If you ever expressed fear about something, he somehow always positions himself between you and that threat, even if you only mentioned it once in passing. He pretends it's coincidence, but his protective instincts have cataloged everything that might bring you harm. However, practical information seems to slide right out of his memory. Ask him to remember to bring back a specific item from the village or recall the directions you gave him, and he'll likely return empty-handed or completely lost. He genuinely tries—he really does—but his mind simply doesn't prioritize these kinds of details. The date of your birthday? Completely forgotten until Kagome reminds him. The name of your hometown? He'll get it wrong every time. But the scent you had when you were sad that one rainy evening months ago? That he remembers with perfect clarity. His memory works in mysterious ways, storing emotional moments while discarding practical details, leaving you both frustrated and touched by what he chooses to remember about you.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Inuyasha would never admit it out loud—typical of his prideful nature—but his favorite moment with you was that stormy night when you found him huddled under a tree during the new moon, vulnerable in his human form. Instead of pitying him, you simply sat beside him, shoulder to shoulder, sharing your warmth without making a fuss about it. "Keh, aren't you scared being alone with me in the dark?" he'd grumbled, but you just smiled and replied, "I'm never scared when I'm with you, human night or not." The genuine trust in your eyes caught him off guard—no one had ever looked at him that way before, accepting both his demon and human sides without question. Though he merely "hmph'd" and turned away, the faint blush on his cheeks betrayed how deeply your words had touched him, and in that quiet moment, as thunder rolled overhead and rain pattered around your shared shelter, he realized he'd found someone who saw him completely and stayed anyway.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Inuyasha's protective instincts toward you are intense and unwavering. When he senses danger, his entire demeanor shifts—ears perked, muscles tensed, ready to place himself between you and any threat without hesitation. He doesn't overthink protection; it's pure instinct for him. You'd often find him sleeping with one eye open, perched near your window or door, refusing proper rest until he's certain you're safe. His protection extends beyond physical threats—he's equally vigilant against anyone who might hurt your feelings, though his methods of addressing this (usually involving cracking knuckles and growled threats) might occasionally embarrass you. What surprises most is how his protective nature manifests in small ways: insisting on carrying your heaviest items, checking food before you eat it, or positioning himself on the side closer to the road when walking together. While Inuyasha pours everything into keeping you safe, he struggles to accept protection in return. His pride makes him bristle at the suggestion he needs safeguarding, often responding with a dismissive "Keh!" and crossed arms. Yet, what he truly appreciates isn't physical protection—it's emotional security. The times you stand up for him when others speak ill of his half-demon heritage mean more than he'll ever admit. He melts (though he'd deny it fiercely) when you tend to his wounds after battle, pretending to complain while secretly savoring your gentle care. What protects Inuyasha most is your unwavering acceptance—the knowledge that someone sees past his gruff exterior to the loyal heart beneath. Though he'd sooner face a hundred demons than admit it, the greatest protection you offer is being the one place where his guard can finally lower, where the half-demon who trusts no one can finally rest.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Dates and anniversaries with Inuyasha would be a mix of adorable awkwardness and surprising thoughtfulness. He'd never remember the dates on his own—you'd have to drop increasingly obvious hints as the day approached. When it finally clicked, he'd scramble to find something special, often disappearing for hours only to return with something unexpected like rare flowers from a dangerous mountain or a handcrafted item he forced Totosai to help him make. His idea of romance wouldn't involve fancy dinners or traditional gifts, but rather taking you to his favorite spot overlooking the village at sunset or protecting you extra fiercely on your "special day." Though he'd grumble about "stupid human traditions" the entire time, his flushed cheeks and the way he'd constantly check your reaction would betray how much your happiness actually means to him. For everyday tasks, Inuyasha would be surprisingly helpful but on his own terms. He'd refuse when directly asked to help with chores, crossing his arms with a defiant "Keh!"—only to secretly complete them later when you weren't looking. You'd find firewood mysteriously stacked outside, difficult-to-reach items suddenly within your grasp, or dangerous paths mysteriously cleared. During rainstorms, he'd insist on carrying you everywhere to keep your feet dry, and he'd always position himself between you and any perceived danger, no matter how minor. The most endearing moments would come unexpectedly—catching him sniffing your cooking with eager anticipation, finding him waiting in a tree outside your window "just to make sure you're safe," or the way he'd listen intently to your stories while pretending not to care. Despite his gruff exterior, the small, consistent ways he shows care would reveal how deeply you've transformed his once-lonely heart.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

MyYou've grown used to Inuyasha's many endearing quirks, but his bad habits still test your patience daily. He constantly tracks mud into your home after his woodland excursions, stubbornly refusing to remove his sandals despite your repeated requests. His eating habits are atrocious—slurping ramen noisily, talking with his mouth full, and occasionally stealing food right off your plate when he thinks you aren't looking. When frustrated, he'll sulk in trees for hours, expecting you to coax him down rather than simply discussing the issue. His jealousy manifests in possessive behavior, growling at anyone who stands too close to you, and he has an infuriating habit of sniffing you when you return home to check if you've been around other people. Perhaps most annoying is his complete disregard for personal space—barging into rooms without knocking, reading your private writings without permission, and falling asleep sprawled across the entire bed, leaving you clinging to the edge.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

You'd find that Inuyasha couldn't care less about his appearance most of the time - his silver hair might be tangled with twigs after a battle, and he'd merely give it a quick shake like the dog demon he is. When you offer to help brush it out, he'd scoff and claim he doesn't need pampering, though he secretly enjoys when you run your fingers through his hair. "Keh! What's the point of worrying about looks when there are demons to fight?" he'd grumble if you ever caught him glancing at his reflection in water. Yet you notice how he subtly preens when you compliment his ears or mention how striking his golden eyes are, his cheeks flushing as he quickly changes the subject. His pride extends to keeping his Robe of the Fire Rat clean after battles, but that's more about respect for its power than vanity. The only time he genuinely frets about his appearance is during the new moon when his human form makes him feel vulnerable - those nights, he stays closer to you, occasionally asking in that gruff way of his, "Do you... prefer me like this?"

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Though he'd sooner take a Wind Scar to the face than admit it outright, Inuyasha would absolutely feel incomplete without you. The years of isolation before you entered his life left deeper scars than any battle wound, and your presence has become as essential to him as Tessaiga. When you're gone, his ears visibly droop and he paces restlessly, checking your usual spots with poorly disguised concern before eventually claiming your favorite lookout point to wait for your return. The others notice how his usual brash confidence dims in your absence—something Shippo never misses an opportunity to tease him about, earning him a swift bonk on the head. At night, he sleeps closest to you, one eye always half-open, his body positioned between you and any potential danger. It's in these quiet moments, when he thinks no one is watching, that his true feelings show through his gruff exterior—the slight softening of his golden eyes when they meet yours, the way his hand unconsciously seeks yours during moments of peace. For someone who spent a lifetime believing he needed nothing and no one, the realization that you've become his anchor frightens him sometimes, but like every battle he faces, Inuyasha meets this vulnerability with the same fierce determination that defines him.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

When Inuyasha first called you his "mate," you noticed how his ears twitched nervously, betraying the gruff confidence in his voice. Your relationship with him is a study in contradictions—he'll spend hours secretly gathering herbs when you're sick but insist he "just happened to find them," and though he bristles when you try to tend his wounds, his golden eyes soften when your fingers brush against his skin. During thunderstorms, he pretends to keep watch outside your hut but you know it's because the loud noises make his sensitive ears uncomfortable; you've learned to quietly make room beside you without mentioning it. Despite his rough exterior, you've caught him gently cradling small animals when he thinks no one is looking, releasing them with whispered instructions to "stay out of trouble," much like the advice he never followed himself. He's hopelessly confused by modern gifts you give him but treasures them fiercely, keeping even the smallest trinkets safely tucked away in his robe. Extra headcanon: Inuyasha secretly enjoys having his hair brushed, though he'd never admit it. After initially protesting and grumbling about "wasting time on stupid human customs," he gradually relaxes under your touch, sometimes falling into such a state of contentment that his foot thumps involuntarily against the floor—a dog-like reaction he vehemently denies ever happens.

Y = Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Inuyasha can't stand people who put on fake personalities or try too hard to impress others - your honesty is what drew him to you in the first place. You've noticed he bristles immediately at anyone who treats others differently based on their heritage or appearance, a sensitivity born from his own painful experiences being shunned as a half-demon. He has absolutely no patience for long-winded explanations or overly complicated plans when action could solve the problem faster. When you're too careful or hesitant in dangerous situations, it drives him crazy - he'd rather you show some backbone even if it means making mistakes. Nothing irritates him more than when you try to coddle him or treat him like he's fragile after he's been injured; he wants your trust in his strength, not your pity. And gods help anyone who betrays his trust or threatens someone he cares about - the cold fury that follows makes his usual hot-headed outbursts seem tame by comparison.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

You've noticed Inuyasha never truly lets his guard down, even in sleep. Most nights, he positions himself against the wall closest to the door, one hand always near Tessaiga. His sleep is light and alert—the slightest unusual sound has his ears twitching and eyes snapping open. On particularly cold nights, he might curl up almost dog-like, knees drawn to his chest, though he'd never admit to seeking warmth. When you're traveling together, he insists on taking watch but eventually succumbs to sleep sitting upright, head nodding forward before jerking back up at imagined threats. The rare moments when he truly relaxes in sleep only happen when he feels completely safe with you nearby—his breathing deepens, his perpetual scowl softens, and sometimes he even unconsciously shifts closer to your warmth. Those peaceful moments reveal the vulnerable side he keeps hidden behind his tough exterior, and you treasure witnessing this trust he shows to no one else.

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Hi! I wanted to request a matchup if they're open? I’d like to be matched with a Tokyo Revengers and Death note character please.(If you can only do one fandom than just Tokyo revengers is fine)

Tokyo revengers characters I don’t want to be matched up with: Takemichi Hanagaki, Draken/Ken Ryūgūji, Akkun/Atsushi Sendo, and Izana Kurokawa.

My pronouns are He/Him.

I’d prefer to be matched up with a male please.

I'd consider myself a weird person overall. I don't show off my real personality unless I'm with my friends. I tend to be more introverted and like to have my time alone. My personality switches based on who I’m around and who I’m hanging out with. When I’m alone in a public place, I tend to keep to myself and not talk to people unless I really need to. When I talk to someone, when they talk to me, or I’m getting to know them, I am very anxious and awkward about it. My real personality can include referencing stuff/inside jokes with my friends, using sex jokes, being playfully mean, use dark humor(Always saying that im gonna kms at any inconvenience), use brain rot humor (sometimes), and say things that don't make sense. Along with my real personality, I'm also considered to be antisocial, dumb, petty, loud without realizing, moody. Mentality wise, I overthink a lot, believe everyone hates me, have OCD, and have depression. Other things about me include cussing a lot, say a variety of words often, and say fucked up shit whenever it's dead silent in a room.

Some interests, likes, and hobbies of mine include anime, manga, Sanrio (mainly Cinnamoroll), pissing off my friends, being there for my friends, listening to music while making scenarios in my head, horror in general, reading fanfics, smoking pot, shopping, using Tiktok, hanging out with friends, and procrastinating. My dislikes are cockroaches/spiders, being around a lot of people, ads on videos, and being in a public place by myself.

For my features, my hair is black, curly, and poofy. My eye color is dark brown. My height is around 5'6. A bit on the chubby side. My sense of style is mainly androgynous casual with some feminine aspects. I usually wear hoodies with shorts in either dark colors or light pink.

(I’m so sorry if this is a lot😅)

~I ship you with Baji~

You never intended to catch his attention. Standing at the edges of the school yard, headphones in and hood up as always, you were perfectly content to fade into the background. Your thumbs moved swiftly across your phone screen, checking a new manga update when a shadow suddenly fell across you. Looking up, you found yourself face-to-face with Keisuke Baji's savage grin, those distinctive canines gleaming. Your heart nearly stopped. Everyone knew Baji - the wild, unpredictable first division captain of Toman who fought like a demon and laughed while doing it. "You're always alone," he stated simply, tilting his head as he studied your frozen expression. Before you could stammer out a response, he grabbed your wrist. "Come with me." It wasn't a request.

The contrast between you couldn't be more stark - you with your careful walls and quiet anxiety, him with his hurricane personality and fearless approach to life. Yet somehow, Baji seemed fascinated by your different layers. When you accidentally let slip a particularly dark joke during an awkward silence, instead of being put off, he'd thrown his head back and laughed genuinely. "You're fucking weird," he'd said, but his eyes sparkled with interest rather than judgment. Around others, you carefully maintained your guard, but Baji had a way of drawing out your authentic self without you even realizing it was happening.

"You overthink everything," Baji complained one afternoon, sprawled across your bed while you anxiously changed your outfit for the fifth time before meeting his friends. His long black hair spread across your Cinnamoroll pillow in stark contrast. You mumbled something about everyone hating you on sight, and within seconds he was behind you, hands gripping your shoulders as he met your eyes in the mirror. "Anyone who hates you deals with me," he stated with that dangerous smile that somehow made you feel safe rather than frightened. "Besides, they'll like you. The real you - the one who makes those fucked up jokes when nobody's expecting it."

What surprised you most was how Baji seemed to understand your need for space. For someone so impulsive and social, he respected when you needed to retreat into yourself. "Recharge," he called it, sometimes dropping by after with convenience store snacks and manga volumes you hadn't read yet. He'd sit beside you in comfortable silence, your anxiety slowly unwinding in his presence. The first time you rested your head on his shoulder while reading, you felt his body tense momentarily before relaxing, his fingers tentatively finding their way to your curly hair, gently playing with the soft strands.

Your friends couldn't believe it when Baji started showing up wherever you were, his intimidating presence keeping unwanted attention at bay. "How did YOU end up with HIM?" they'd whisper incredulously. You didn't know yourself. But there was something about the way he looked at you - like he saw past all your carefully constructed walls to the person underneath who made inappropriate jokes and had a brain full of obscure manga references. With him, your multiple personalities merged into one authentic self that didn't need to hide or pretend. Even your darkest thoughts didn't scare him away.

The first time you smoked together on the roof of an abandoned building, watching the sunset paint the city gold, Baji had turned to you with uncharacteristic seriousness. "You know what's funny? Everyone thinks I'm protecting you." His fingers intertwined with yours, calloused from countless fights. "But you're the first person who doesn't expect me to be anything. Not a fighter, not a captain, not a villain or a hero." His trademark grin softened into something more vulnerable. "With you, I'm just Keisuke." The confession hung in the air between you, more intimate than any kiss could have been.

Your relationship wasn't without complications. Baji's gang life meant constant worry, nights where you'd check your phone obsessively for messages confirming he was okay. His loyalty to Toman ran bone-deep, and sometimes you wondered if there was room in his heart for anything else. But then he'd show up at your door at midnight, sometimes bruised and battle-worn, seeking not medical attention but the comfort of your presence. The fierce fighter everyone feared would curl against your chest, his wild energy temporarily tamed as you ran fingers through his long black hair, whispering reassurances until his breathing evened out in sleep.

What nobody else saw was how perfectly your jagged edges fit together - your overthinking balanced by his impulsiveness, his intensity softened by your quieter nature. When anxiety crippled you in crowded places, Baji would create a buffer with his powerful presence, sometimes carrying the entire conversation until you felt comfortable enough to join in. And when his reckless nature pushed him too far, you were the voice of reason he actually listened to. "You make me think twice," he admitted once, pressing his forehead against yours. "Nobody's ever done that before." The kiss that followed was like Baji himself - wild and unexpected yet surprisingly gentle, tasting faintly of cigarettes and something distinctly his own. In that moment, with his hands cupping your face like you were something precious, you realized that sometimes the most unlikely people become our greatest protectors - not because we need saving, but because they recognize the strength we haven't yet seen in ourselves.

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hi! i was wondering if i could get male tokyo revengers and inuyasha matchup?

general info: / 19 / she/her / enfp / 7w8 /

appearance:

i have vintage, old hollywood type of beauty. i'm 6'2 and taller than most of my friends. i have shaggy golden blonde thick curls. i never cut my hair, so it's very long. when i'm in good mood i braid them and decorate with flowers and ribbons, when i'm feeling more wild i don't tie them. my body shape is slim thick hourglass. my skin is very pale, delicate and very susceptible to cuts and bruises. i have doe amber eyes. my hands are skinny with long fingers.

style:

i'm just like david bowie, i can't choose one aesthetic. and i love fancy clothes. i tend to mix whimsigoth and elegant gothic lolita, i'm all about puffy frilly dresses with bows and lace, colorful tights and pretty shoes. i love wearing weird shaped rings, earrings, brooches. my favorites are the insect or hand shaped and art nouveau ones. my friends call my style sparklegothic.

personality:

i'm light-hearted and fun to be around i'm positive and upbeat person, i try to see the bright side in most situations. i'm friendly, cheerful and bubbly, and i find satisfaction in life's simplest gifts. i don't take any nonsense and i'm not afraid to stand up to anyone who gets on my bad side. i'm very ambitious, enthusiastic and i like making friends. i love adventures, exploring and enjoying the nature. i'm workaholic and i overwork myself a lot, which would be even funny, if only i didn't end up in hospital every now and then because of this. i'm also very stubborn, nothing can change my mind. i'm delicate and sweet, i treat everyone politely and with respect. i'm always calm, nothing can throw me off balance and i'm very good with children. i really like kids in general and i'm very motherly to them<3 i have a strong sense of duty and i'm very loyal and protective to my loved ones. i have morbid, dark and sharp sense of humor. i give cryptic advices and tend to be uncannily wise and cunning when you least expect it. i just do my own thing, and easily enjoy myself wherever i go, which others usually find very mysterious.

hobbies:

☆⁠ ballet. i train ballet dancing since i was 3, this strongly influenced my personality and is important part of my life. whether i'm dancing for myself, just because i feel like that or i'm performing for audience, it brings me great amount of joy.

☆⁠ playing on instruments and singing. i can play on violin, cello, piano, guitar, saxophone, harp, trumpet, drums and balalaika. i like to compose my own songs, sometimes they are full of emotion ballads that i put my whole heart into, and sometimes they are lullabys or silly little chants about most random things. my friends say that if i was a part of dnd campain, i'd be a bard.

☆⁠ archery, fencing, horse riding and survival. quite unusual, but i train and practice them since i was very young, so they are as natural to me as the ability to read or write and they bring me a lot of joy.

☆⁠ herbalism, kinda connected with survival, and gardening. i know herbal medicine, i make my own infusions and tinctures. i work in garden a lot, i grow flowers, vegetables and herbs. my whole house is filled with different kinds of plants, and some of rooms look more like a jungle than an actual room.

☆⁠ cooking and baking. i learn new recipes whenever i have the opportunity. my favorite things to bake are bread and cookies, i love shaping and decorating them in different ways. i also pick mushrooms and dry or pickle them.

☆⁠ learning. about world and universe or learning new skills. i'm deeply fascinated by space and oceans, they're still unknown to humanity, learning about them makes me sigh in wonder and admiration. i also love nature, i could spend days wandering in forests, observing and learning about animals, insects, plants.

☆⁠ sewing, knitting, embroidery, doll making. i sew most of my clothes and i enjoy making amigurumi and plushies for my friends and family. i also love making dolls, puppets, marionettes. wooden, porcelain, rag, basically every type. i organize puppet theaters, sometimes i give my works as gifts to my loved ones.

☆⁠ any kind of art actually. i like to learn about artists and their work, and i like to try different types of art. sculpting, painting, ceramics, photography, filmmaking, i adore them all.

love language:

when it comes to giving, it's all five of them and more, because i love showing my feelings in different ways. i'm gomez addams type of lover. when it comes to recieving... i have no idea

likes:

plants, animals, philosophy, thanatology, anything macabre, morbid, disturbing and creepy, horror media, literature, serial killers, insects and bugs, witchcraft, classical and goth music, classical and gothic literature, history, forensics, criminology, anthropology, psychology, mythology, books

random facts:

☆⁠ my hands are always cold

☆⁠ animals always gravitate towards me

☆⁠ i treat injured animals, i have a special home clinic for them. very often they stay with me permanently

☆⁠ my favorite patterns that i always put on clothes are flowers, stars, skulls and bones

☆⁠ my friends believe that i'm a witch

☆⁠ when i was a kid i was obsessing over fantasy creatures (i'm still obsessed though) and always hoped to marry one

thank you so much for even reading this!

have a lovely day/night! (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡

~I ship you with Chifuyu~

The first time Chifuyu saw you dancing ballet, he couldn't look away. Something about the ethereal way you moved across the stage, golden curls flowing like sunlight, reminded him of everything beautiful he was fighting to protect. You noticed him watching from the back of the theater, this serious-faced boy with intelligent green eyes who seemed so out of place yet completely unwilling to leave. When you finally spoke after the performance, your bubbling enthusiasm crashed against his calm pragmatism like waves on a shore, and something clicked between you – the methodical vice captain and the whimsical sparklegoth finding an unexpected harmony.

Your home became Chifuyu's sanctuary from Toman business, a place where the strategic planner could relax amid your jungle of plants and handmade dolls. He'd watch in amused fascination as you flitted between playing haunting melodies on your violin one moment and excitedly showing him your latest herbal concoction the next. "You're impossible to predict," he'd say with that rare, genuine smile that made your heart flutter, as he carefully held one of your injured bird patients. Your chaotic creative energy balanced his methodical approach to life in ways neither of you expected but both desperately needed.

During your midnight forest explorations, you'd lead the way with a childlike wonder that softened Chifuyu's battle-hardened edges. He'd follow close behind, alert and protective, occasionally catching your hand to steady you over fallen logs – his touch lingering longer than necessary. These quiet moments under star-speckled skies became your private world, where you'd teach him about medicinal plants while he'd tell you carefully edited stories of his Toman days. Sometimes you'd both sit in comfortable silence, your head resting on his shoulder as he gently braided flowers into your golden hair, neither needing words to understand what was growing between you.

Chifuyu respected your independence fiercely, never trying to shelter you despite his protective instincts. When you casually mentioned your interest in self-defense, he offered to teach you proper technique without hesitation. Your ballet-trained body adapted quickly to his fighting instruction, and he couldn't hide his impressed smile when you landed your first perfect counter-move. In return, you helped him develop patience through art therapy – watching his focused expression as he learned to embroider alongside you, his fighter's hands gradually creating delicate patterns that matched the complexity of his tactical mind.

The workaholic tendencies you shared led to your first serious argument, when you collapsed from exhaustion after three sleepless nights working on costumes for a children's puppet show. Chifuyu carried you to the hospital himself, his usually composed face twisted with worry. "You can't help anyone if you're not here anymore," he whispered, voice breaking slightly. The vulnerability in his eyes struck something deep within you. From then on, you made a pact – he would remind you to rest if you would remind him that some battles weren't worth the cost. Your mutual stubbornness transformed into a fierce protection of each other's wellbeing.

Your relationship existed in contrasts – the delicate ballerina who could also hit bullseyes with arrow after arrow, the calculating gang vice-captain who would spend hours helping you nurse injured creatures back to health. Chifuyu showed affection through actions rather than words: the way he'd always carry your heaviest equipment without being asked, the specialized hooks he installed for your instruments, how he memorized which herbal tea helped each of your various moods. You expressed love more openly, leaving handwritten notes in his pockets and greeting him with enthusiastic hugs that initially made him freeze before he learned to melt into your touch, his arms wrapping around your waist as he breathed in the floral scent of your hair.

His Toman friends were bewildered when Chifuyu first brought you around – this tall, ethereal girl in a frilly dress and combat boots, chatting enthusiastically about both funeral practices and butterfly migrations. Takemichi especially couldn't reconcile the image of his serious, strategic right-hand man with the Chifuyu who now smiled softly whenever you entered a room. "She sees through things like he does," Takemichi eventually concluded, watching how you both communicated volumes with just a glance. To your artistic friends, the quiet, protective boy in the gang uniform seemed an unlikely match until they witnessed his unwavering support at your performances, standing tall at the back of every venue, eyes never leaving you.

On your one-year anniversary, Chifuyu took you to the countryside where he'd secretly arranged a midnight horseback ride. Under a canopy of stars, he led you to a clearing where he'd set up an astronomical telescope – remembering your fascination with the universe. There, surrounded by wildflowers and the gentle sounds of nature, he handed you a small wooden box containing a handcrafted ring shaped like intertwining vines with a single amber stone that matched your eyes. "You make me want to fight for a better future," he said simply, his usual composure briefly giving way to raw emotion. When you said yes, throwing your arms around him with characteristic enthusiasm, his quiet laugh against your hair felt like the beginning of something eternal – the logical planner and the free spirit writing their own unconventional love story under the watching stars.

~I ship you with Kōga~

Your first encounter with Kōga happened when you followed Kagome through the well, curious about where your best friend kept disappearing to. While Kagome tried explaining the feudal era to you, a whirlwind suddenly appeared, leaving you face-to-face with the wolf demon chief. Unlike his immediate attraction to Kagome, Kōga was initially wary of you—your peculiar "sparklegothic" style and unusual height making you stand out even more than Kagome did in the feudal era. But when you fearlessly stood between him and an injured wolf pup he was about to abandon as too weak, your gentle hands already working to bandage the creature, something shifted in his expression. Your natural affinity with animals didn't go unnoticed by the wolf prince.

The turning point in your relationship came during an ambush by Naraku's demons. While everyone expected you to hide behind Inuyasha like most modern humans would, you calmly retrieved your bow, nocked an arrow with perfect form, and eliminated three demons with precise shots. Kōga's jaw dropped watching you seamlessly transition from delicate ballet-trained movements to warrior's precision. Later that evening, he approached you at camp, gruffly demanding where you learned to shoot "like someone from his era." Your explanation of competitive archery fascinated him, and for hours you sat comparing techniques while Kagome watched with a knowing smile.

Your herbal knowledge became invaluable to Kōga's wolf tribe after a poison attack left many of his pack ailing. While Kagome went with Inuyasha to pursue the culprit, you stayed behind, working tirelessly for days creating poultices and tinctures. Kōga barely left your side, fetching whatever plants you requested and watching with intense curiosity as your pale hands worked their healing magic. When the last wolf recovered, his pack regarded you with a reverence usually reserved for their own. That night, Kōga called you "pack" for the first time, the highest compliment a wolf demon could bestow on an outsider. You didn't fully understand the significance then, but Kagome explained later how rare such acceptance was.

Kōga's courtship rituals both amused and touched you. Unlike his brash declarations to Kagome, with you he became oddly traditional—bringing gifts from his hunting trips, always choosing the finest portion for you. Your friends found it hilarious when he presented you with a perfectly intact deer skeleton, not understanding your thanatology interests until you excitedly cleaned and articulated it, displaying it proudly in your room. Kagome had never seen the wolf demon look so pleased with himself as when you embraced him after that gift, your cold hands against his warm cheeks. "She understands the beauty in what remains," he'd told Kagome later, "just like a true wolf."

Your stubborn nature matched Kōga's perfectly, leading to legendary arguments that echoed through the mountains when you disagreed. Neither of you would back down—whether debating hunting territories or the merits of modern medicine versus traditional remedies. The pack learned to make themselves scarce during these clashes, but they also noticed how these arguments always ended: with both of you finding middle ground and emerging stronger. Ginta confided in Kagome that the tribe had never seen their leader willingly compromise before you came along. "He respects her mind as much as her heart," he said, watching as you and Kōga bent heads together over a map, planning your next move against Naraku.

Music became your special language with the wolf prince. Though initially bewildered by your knowledge of so many instruments, Kōga became entranced the first time he heard you sing. On quiet nights by the fire, you'd play melodies on whatever instrument you'd brought through the well, teaching him songs from your time while he shared ancient wolf demon chants passed down through generations. The pack noticed their leader began howling differently at the moon—more melodic, with phrases that mimicked your songs. When you joined his howls with your voice, harmonizing perfectly with his wild calls, even Inuyasha had to admit there was something hauntingly beautiful about the sound of your voices twined together under the stars.

Your protectiveness over him surprised everyone—especially Kōga himself. Despite his supernatural strength and speed, you never hesitated to place yourself between him and danger when his impulsive nature led him into traps. Your quick thinking and survival skills saved him more than once, fashioning tourniquets from your petticoats or creating distractions with your knowledge of forest craft. "I don't need protecting," he'd grumble after one such incident, but the gentle way his clawed hand squeezed yours told a different story. Kagome caught him later asking Inuyasha grudgingly how he managed having a mate who ran toward danger instead of away from it. "You don't manage it," Inuyasha had snorted, "You just try to keep up."

The first time you visited his den in the mountains, Kōga was uncharacteristically nervous. The wolf tribe had transformed a section of the cave, creating a space filled with furs, wildflowers, and—most touchingly—carefully displayed items you'd mentioned liking: unusual stones, feathers, and dried herbs hanging from the ceiling. "It's not like your time," he'd said gruffly, misinterpreting your emotional silence as disappointment. You surprised him by pointing out it was better than your apartment—here, the stars were visible through the cave opening, the air smelled of pine and freedom, and most importantly, it felt like somewhere you belonged. The genuine smile that broke across his face was something Kagome swore she'd never seen before—soft and vulnerable in a way the confident wolf demon rarely allowed himself to be.

Time flows differently between the two eras, creating bittersweet partings and joyful reunions. When responsibilities call you back to the modern world, Kōga escorts you to the well, always with the same words: "Return to me when the moon is full." No matter how long it actually takes in modern time—sometimes days, sometimes merely hours—you always emerge from the well to find him waiting, as if he's never left his vigil. Kagome teases that he can somehow sense when you're coming, the way he appears precisely as you climb from the darkness. What she doesn't know is that you've synchronized your returns with specific phases of the moon, a private calendar system that bridges your two worlds. When you asked why he chose the full moon for your returns, he simply replied, "Because that's when the night is brightest, and I can see your face clearly the moment you return."

Your relationship with Kōga transforms both of you in unexpected ways. Your influence helps him develop more compassion toward humans and patience in difficult situations, while his unwavering loyalty and protective nature gives you a safe harbor for your overworking tendencies and boundless energy. When exhaustion finally catches up with you, it's in his arms you find rest, his heightened body temperature the perfect counter to your perpetually cold hands. The wolf demon who once saw humans as weak now fiercely defends your strength to anyone who doubts, while you—who always felt a bit too eccentric for the modern world—discovered in his wild nature a perfect reflection of your own untamed spirit. Kagome watches your relationship bloom with happiness, knowing that through all the battles with Naraku and complications of time travel, you've found in each other what she found in Inuyasha: not just love, but a profound sense of coming home.

[mbruben-stein]

So cute. Love it.

Credit goes to Carmenlee on YouTube

[mbruben-stein]

My Hero Academia Main 3 Boys x Reader

Pairing: Main Trio x Reader; Bakugou Katsuki x Reader; midoriya Izuku x Reader; Todoroki Shoto x Reader

Status: Ongoing

Summary:  You’re finally getting to attend the school of your dreams, meeting great people along the way. You’re ready to prove to everyone you have what it takes to become a pro hero. You’re not looking for any love, but when does that stop it from finding you on it’s own? Reader insert centered around 3 main boys, Todoroki, Bakugou, and Midoriya

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Chapters:

Ch.1 - Test on the First Day of School?

Ch.2 - Battles of Heroes vs Villains 

Ch.3 - Class Rep and Field Trip Time!

Ch.4 - The Fight of U.S.J Part 1

Ch.5 - The Fight of U.S.J Part 2

Ch.6 - Battle’s Over but a New War Begins!

Ch.7 - The Big Day is Here!

Ch.8 - Giddy Up Horses, the Cavalry has Arrived!

Ch.9 -  Accidental Backstory?

Ch.10 - The Tournament has Begun!

Ch.11 - Let’s Get Ready to Rumble!

Ch.12 - Bakugou vs Uraraka

Ch.13 - Midoriya vs Todoroki

Ch.14 - Let’s Go, You Have a Match to Win

Ch.15 - Hakamata vs Bakugou

Ch.16 - Bakugou vs Todoroki(Who’s the greatest no one knows-)

Ch. 17 - Thank you, dad.

Ch. 18 - Code Name

Ch. 19 - Endeavors Agency

Ch. 20 - A Fight in Hosu City

Ch. 21 - The Aftermath

Ch. 22 - Coming Soon

Fanart:

i. Todoroki x Reader 

ii. Midoriya x Reader

iii. Bakugou x Reader

iv. Reader

[mbruben-stein]

Hii! Can I request the sfw x reader list for Phichit Chulanont! Dying from lack of x reader content about him XP

A/N: Hi lovely. I am happy to do this. I honestly think Phichit deserves more love. I hope you enjoy this.

Yuri on Ice SFW Alphabet: Phichit Chulanont.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Phichit's affection is as bright and uninhibited as his personality—he's the friend who expresses love without hesitation or self-consciousness. With you, he's constantly finding excuses for physical contact: slinging an arm around your shoulders, grabbing your hands in excitement, or leaning against you while scrolling through his phone to show you something. His affection manifests in how he bombards your social media with candid photos of the two of you together, captioning them with inside jokes and heart emojis that make you smile despite yourself. When he's particularly fond of something you've done, he'll squeal your name in that distinctive Phichit way, eyes crinkling with genuine delight as he pulls you into an enthusiastic hug. Even from across continents, he maintains connection through random texts checking in on you, late-night video calls where he falls asleep with his phone propped against his pillow, and care packages filled with Thai snacks and trinkets he "just knew you'd love." What makes his affection special is how naturally it comes to him—never calculated or performative, just the honest expression of someone who believes friendship and love should be celebrated loudly and often.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Being Phichit's best friend means never having a dull moment in your life. From the very first time you meet him at a local skating event where he's performing, he spots you in the crowd and somehow manages to pull you into a selfie during his victory lap. His infectious smile and genuine interest in your life make it impossible not to be drawn to him. Phichit remembers everything you tell him—from your favorite Thai dish to that embarrassing story about your childhood pet—and he texts you memes at 3 AM that are somehow perfectly tailored to your sense of humor. When you're feeling down, he shows up at your door with bubble tea and street food, ready to binge-watch "The King and the Skater" for the hundredth time. His apartment becomes your second home, plastered with photos of the two of you alongside his beloved hamsters, who he insists know your name. Your friendship with Phichit begins when you volunteer at an ice skating exhibition in Bangkok. You're assigned to help with social media coverage, and Phichit immediately takes you under his wing, showing you the best angles for photos and introducing you to everyone. After the event, he invites you to get food with some of the skaters, and by the end of the night, you've somehow agreed to join him for morning practice "just to hang out." Soon, you're part of his daily routine—watching him practice, helping him brainstorm music for new programs, and being his unofficial photographer. He convinces you to try skating yourself, holding your hands as you wobble across the ice, both of you laughing uncontrollably. Before long, you're accompanying him to competitions abroad, becoming his loyal cheerleader and the person he FaceTimes immediately after every performance. With Phichit, friendship isn't just about sharing experiences—it's about building a world together where both of you shine brighter because of the other's presence.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Phichit absolutely loves to cuddle. It comes as naturally to him as his bright smile and selfie-taking. When you're feeling down, he notices immediately and pulls you into a warm embrace without hesitation. His time in Detroit's cold winters taught him the value of shared warmth, and his naturally affectionate personality means physical touch is one of his favorite ways to express care. He's the type to casually drape himself across you while scrolling through Instagram, humming Thai pop songs under his breath. The best part is how he makes cuddling feel so effortless—there's never any awkwardness with Phichit, just genuine comfort and connection. When Phichit cuddles you, he becomes a human koala—all warm limbs and cheerful energy wrapped around you. He likes to be the big spoon surprisingly often, resting his chin on your shoulder to show you funny skating videos or hamster memes on his phone. His hands are always warm despite spending so much time on ice, and he often absentmindedly traces patterns on your arm while talking excitedly about his latest skating program or his hamsters' antics. During movie nights, he pulls you close against his chest, occasionally taking sneaky selfies of you both looking cozy that inevitably end up on his Instagram with heart emojis. Phichit's cuddles feel like being wrapped in sunshine—warm, genuine, and full of his irrepressible joy.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Phichit absolutely dreams of settling down with you, though his vision of "settling down" still pulses with energy and life. He imagines a cozy apartment filled with hamster cages, walls decorated with photos of your adventures together, and weekend trips to Thailand to visit his family. When you're both not training, he loves planning your future together, showing you pictures of houses in Bangkok with garden spaces where you could practice choreography together. "We could have a housewarming livestream!" he often suggests, eyes sparkling with excitement. Despite his busy competition schedule, he makes sure to video call you daily when traveling, because to Phichit, building a life with you is his gold medal dream. In the kitchen, Phichit is surprisingly competent, having picked up cooking skills from his mother and perfected them during his time sharing an apartment with Yuuri. His specialty is Thai cuisine, and he takes immense pride in teaching you how to balance the perfect tom yum soup. Cleaning, however, is where his focus wavers - he starts with good intentions but often gets distracted halfway through, finding an old photo album or stopping to take "before and after" pictures for Instagram. You've lost count of how many times you've returned home to find him sitting cross-legged on the half-swept floor, surrounded by scattered cleaning supplies while he edits the perfect filter for his "cleaning day" post. Still, his enthusiastic "Look, I tried!" smile makes it impossible to be anything but charmed.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?

If Phichit had to break up with you, he'd do it with the same genuine kindness that defines everything else he does. He wouldn't text or call—he'd ask to meet at that little café where you first shared bubble tea together, his usual smile dimmed but not entirely gone. Phichit would take your hands across the table, his dark gray eyes meeting yours directly because he respects you too much to look away during such an important conversation. He'd speak honestly about his demanding skating schedule taking him across continents, about how he needs to focus entirely on bringing figure skating recognition in Thailand, and how unfair it feels to keep you waiting while he chases his dreams. He wouldn't make empty promises or drag things out—his optimistic nature means he believes in clean breaks and new beginnings. After explaining everything, he'd show you the scrapbook he made of your relationship photos (because of course Phichit documented everything), giving it to you as a parting gift. And despite the tears in his eyes, he'd still offer to stay friends—not as an empty gesture, but because he genuinely values your place in his life, even if it has to change.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Commitment doesn't scare Phichit in the slightest—in fact, he dives into it with the same enthusiasm he brings to the ice. You've noticed how his eyes light up whenever he talks about your future together, already planning trips to Thailand to meet his family and show you his favorite spots in Bangkok. The way he documents your relationship milestones on social media isn't just for likes; it's because he genuinely treasures these moments and wants the world to witness his happiness with you. When he proposed, it wasn't a surprise that he had Celestino and some rinkmates hiding nearby to capture the moment—your Phichit has always believed that love is meant to be celebrated openly and joyfully. Marriage wouldn't be a long engagement for Phichit—he'd be ready within months, eager to start this new chapter together. "Why wait when you're sure?" he'd tell you with that infectious smile, already scrolling through venue options on his phone. The only thing that might extend your timeline would be his competitive skating schedule, as he'd want to properly plan around competitions and training camps. He dreams of a ceremony that blends Thai traditions with elements meaningful to you both, and he's already talked about choreographing a special exhibition skate as his wedding gift. Don't be surprised if he suggests having the ceremony right after Worlds when everyone can attend—Phichit's never been one to hesitate when his heart is set on something.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

You notice Phichit's gentleness in the small, everyday moments you share together – the way he carefully adjusts your costume before a performance with nimble fingers that have mastered both intricate step sequences and the art of applying perfect eyeliner. Despite his boundless energy and enthusiasm, he knows exactly when to soften his voice and approach, especially when you're having a difficult day at practice. His emotional intuition is remarkable; he can sense your anxiety before competitions without you saying a word, offering reassurance through subtle gestures like a light touch on your shoulder or sliding your favorite Thai snack across the table with that signature warm smile. What makes Phichit's gentleness truly special is how he balances it with unwavering honesty – he'll kindly but firmly remind you of your potential when self-doubt creeps in, never letting you spiral while still acknowledging your feelings as valid. In a sport as physically and mentally demanding as figure skating, his compassionate presence creates a safe harbor of understanding that feels as natural to him as landing a perfect spin.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Phichit absolutely lives for hugs, seeing them as the perfect way to capture genuine connection beyond what even his beloved selfies can show. He's naturally tactile, offering hugs as greetings, congratulations, goodbyes, and sometimes just because you look like you could use one. When Phichit hugs you, it's surprising how someone so compact can envelop you so completely—his arms wrapping around with enthusiastic warmth that somehow never feels overwhelming. You notice he hugs with his whole being; there's a gentle squeeze that communicates volumes, his familiar scent of coconut hair product and the faint chill of the ice rink still clinging to his training clothes. What makes his hugs special is how present he is in them—no checking his phone or looking over your shoulder for something more interesting—in that moment, you're the entire focus of his sunshine-bright attention, and you can feel the genuine happiness radiating from him at simply having you there.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Phichit doesn't hesitate with the L-word because emotions are meant to be celebrated, not hidden. He says it within weeks of dating you, his eyes bright with sincerity as he takes your hand between selfies during a night out exploring Bangkok's street markets. The words tumble out naturally, accompanied by that sunshine smile that lights up his entire face. He's been thinking it since the third date when you listened attentively to his dreams about Thai figure skating, and he's been hinting at it through heart emojis flooding your messages and late-night calls when he's away competing. For Phichit, love isn't something to build walls around—it's as shareable as his Instagram stories, as authentic as his skating, and waiting only makes the feeling fade when it could be brightening both your days instead.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Phichit isn't typically the jealous type—his natural optimism and confidence usually keep insecurities at bay—but when he does feel that twinge of jealousy, it manifests in subtle ways you've learned to recognize. His social media activity spikes noticeably as he posts more selfies of the two of you together, almost as if digitally staking his claim. You notice his bright smile tightens slightly when others flirt with you, and he becomes more physically affectionate—an arm around your waist, fingers intertwined with yours, or his head resting on your shoulder while you talk to someone else. Rather than making a scene, he'll later scroll through his phone showing you memes and Thai videos, keeping your attention firmly on him. When particularly bothered, he might casually mention shared memories or inside jokes in group settings, reminding everyone of your special connection. What Phichit would never admit is how he later scrolls through your pictures together when you're asleep, reassuring himself that your smile is brightest when it's directed at him.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Phichit's kisses are as bright and enthusiastic as his personality, always accompanied by that signature smile that lights up his entire face. He loves surprising you with quick, playful pecks when you're scrolling through social media together, but when you're alone, his kisses become more tender and deliberate, as if he's savoring every moment. Phichit adores kissing your forehead when you're tired after watching him practice, your cheeks when he's excited about nailing a new routine, and the tip of your nose just to make you laugh. What melts him completely, though, is when you kiss the sensitive spot behind his ear or the corner of his mouth right before he performs—little gestures that ground him and remind him that no matter how many fans cheer for him in Bangkok or across the world, you're his biggest supporter. He blushes every time you praise his skating with kisses, and has admitted that knowing you're watching from the sidelines makes him skate with even more heart than when he's representing Thailand.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Phichit absolutely lights up around children, his natural cheerfulness amplifying as he crouches down to their level with that signature warm smile you fell in love with. You've lost count of how many times you've watched him patiently teaching little ones the basics at the Bangkok rink, his eyes crinkling with delight when they master even the simplest move. "Everyone remembers their first time on the ice," he whispers to you, snapping countless photos of the children's wobbly attempts before showing them their own progress with enthusiastic praise. The way he seamlessly incorporates Thai culture into his interactions—whether telling traditional stories during breaks or introducing them to Thai snacks—makes your heart swell, especially when he starts impromptu dance sessions that inevitably end with everyone giggling. At night, he sometimes scrolls through the day's photos beside you, planning elaborate ice shows where the kids can participate, his voice soft but excited as he says, "They're the future of skating in Thailand, you know?" and you can't help but think what an amazing father he would be someday.

Mornings with Phichit are bursts of sunlight and endless energy. You're barely awake when he's already scrolling through social media, his legs tangled with yours as he excitedly shares comments from fans or skating news. He insists on at least one "good morning selfie" together before either of you leave the bed—your sleepy face next to his perfectly winged eyeliner and bright smile becoming a regular feature on his Instagram. Breakfast is a delightful mix of Thai dishes he's teaching you to love and whatever new recipe he's discovered online, all while he chatters about his training plans or shows you videos of hamsters doing cute things. On training days, he's organized chaos—packing his gear while simultaneously brewing coffee for you both, stealing quick kisses as he darts around the apartment. The most endearing part is how he always leaves you small notes with little drawings when he has early practice, and how he never fails to text you a selfie from the rink with the caption "Missing you already! 💕" before your own day has properly begun.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Nights with Phichit are never boring, filled with spontaneous dance parties in your shared apartment and impromptu Thai cooking lessons where he insists you taste-test every stage of his mom's secret tom yum recipe. He loves ending busy days by scrolling through Instagram together, his head on your shoulder as he shows you funny comments from fans or Yuuri's latest posts, occasionally turning to snap a sleepy selfie with you that's "too cute not to share." When he's anxious about upcoming competitions, you stay up watching his favorite Thai movies, the ones he grew up with that nobody else understands his references to, and he teaches you phrases in Thai between whispered stories about his childhood rink in Bangkok. The best nights, though, are when he comes home exhausted from practice, eye makeup slightly smudged, collapsing dramatically beside you only to suddenly brighten with creative inspiration for a new program, pulling you up to dance through his ideas, his eyes sparkling in the dim light until you both finally fall asleep tangled together, his phone inevitably clutched in one hand ready for morning selfies.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Phichit shares his life in vibrant bursts, like his Instagram feed—colorful, frequent, and seemingly transparent. From the moment you started dating, he eagerly showed you his medal collection, childhood skating videos, and endless selfies with rinkmates. Yet you've come to notice there's a careful curation to what he reveals. While he'll enthusiastically tell stories about training with Yuuri in Detroit or his dreams of building Thailand's figure skating legacy, the deeper vulnerabilities—his moments of doubt before competitions, the pressure he feels representing his country, the loneliness of being away from home—these emerge only in quiet moments, when the phone is set aside and it's just the two of you wrapped in blankets at 2 AM. You've learned that Phichit's openness operates in layers. The surface level—his favorite Thai foods, skating gossip, funny stories about Celestino's coaching methods—flows freely from day one, accompanied by that bright smile that first drew you in. But the weightier parts of himself—childhood insecurities, fears about his skating future, the sacrifices his family made for his career—these he reveals gradually, testing the waters with each confession. It's not that he doesn't trust, but rather that he values these deeper connections too much to rush them. When he finally showed you the worn stuffed hamster he's kept since age six, or admitted how terrified he was before performing "Shall We Skate" for the first time, you understood these weren't just stories—they were pieces of himself he was entrusting to you alone, treasures far more precious than any selfie he'd ever shared online.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Phichit rarely gets truly angry with you, his natural optimism making him one of the most patient people you've ever known. When you mess up or say something thoughtless, he typically responds with gentle teasing or a quick selfie to capture your embarrassed expression rather than harsh words. The only times you've seen genuine frustration flash across his normally cheerful face is when someone dismisses figure skating in Thailand or when his hamsters are disturbed during their nap time. Even then, his anger manifests not as shouting but as a sudden, uncharacteristic quietness, his usual smile tightening at the edges while he collects himself. You've learned that the fastest way to restore his sunny disposition is to sit beside him scrolling through his Instagram feed, genuinely asking about each photo until the tension melts away and he's excitedly planning your next adventure together, his momentary irritation completely forgotten.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Phichit remembers everything important to you with remarkable clarity, not because he has a photographic memory, but because he genuinely cares. That throwaway comment about your childhood pet goldfish? He'll reference it months later when sending you a snap of the koi pond at his favorite Bangkok café. Your offhand mention of loving mango sticky rice becomes a tradition whenever you visit, with Phichit eagerly dragging you to his "absolute favorite spot, trust me!" He might forget exactly which movie you said you hated, but he'll never forget your birthday, the names of your siblings, or how you take your coffee. When you're feeling down, he somehow knows exactly which old inside joke will make you laugh again. Your Instagram feed becomes Phichit's personal study guide to your life. He'll scroll back through your posts from years ago during late-night practice breaks, memorizing the details that matter to you. "Wasn't this your favorite restaurant in college?" he'll text with a photo of a similar place he found in Bangkok. Yet ironically, despite his social media obsession, he sometimes misses details you tell him face-to-face when he's distracted by the perfect selfie lighting or choreography ideas. You'll mention a new job prospect or apartment hunt, only to have him text you days later asking excitedly about that "thing you mentioned" with only the vaguest recollection of what it actually was. But he always remembers to check in, and that's what matters most.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Your phone lights up with yet another notification—Phichit is sharing that photo again, the one he swears is his absolute favorite moment between you two. It was taken during that surprise trip to Thailand when you secretly arranged for him to perform his "The King and the Skater" routine at his childhood rink in Bangkok. He still talks about how he caught you filming him from the sidelines with tears in your eyes, and immediately dragged you onto the ice for an impromptu pairs skate that ended with both of you laughing and falling in a tangled heap. "The best part wasn't even the skating," he always tells anyone who will listen, his face bright with that signature smile as he shows them the selfie he somehow managed to take right when you both hit the ice, your expressions caught between surprise and pure joy. "It was realizing someone finally loved Thailand and skating as much as I did—even if they couldn't land a toe loop to save their life."

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Phichit's protective nature manifests in the lightest, most cheerful ways that perfectly match his personality. He'd never hover or become overly possessive, but his watchful eyes don't miss a thing when you're uncomfortable at skating events or fan meetups. With a practiced ease that comes from years of navigating the competitive skating world, he'll swoop in with his infectious smile, linking his arm through yours while smoothly guiding you away with an excuse about needing your opinion on his latest selfie pose. His protection extends to your online presence too—he's the first to report negative comments on your social media and will flood your notifications with supportive messages and cute Thai phrases he's teaching you whenever you're feeling down. When you both visit Thailand, his protective side becomes more evident as he navigates you through Bangkok's busy streets with a gentle hand at the small of your back, proudly introducing you to everyone important in his life while always checking in with a whispered "Are you okay?" when no one else can hear. What surprises many is how much this seemingly carefree skater cherishes being protected in return. Despite his confident exterior, Phichit melts when you stand up for him to overzealous fans or critics who underestimate his contributions to figure skating. He loves when you remember small details—having his favorite Thai snacks ready after difficult practices, creating a quiet space for him when social media becomes overwhelming, or simply being the steady presence he can return to after the exhaustion of maintaining his perpetually positive public persona. After particularly rough competitions, he'll curl against your side, phone temporarily forgotten, while you run fingers through his hair and assure him that his dream of bringing ice shows to Thailand is getting closer every day. Your unwavering belief in him becomes the security he never knew he needed—a private sanctuary where the boy who's always encouraging others can finally lower his bright smile and just be himself.

Phichit puts his whole heart into your relationship, approaching it with the same enthusiasm and dedication he shows on the ice. For dates, he meticulously plans Instagram-worthy adventures—from surprise picnics at your favorite park to taking you to hidden Thai restaurants where he proudly explains each dish, always capturing the perfect selfie to commemorate the moment. When it comes to anniversaries, expect him to go all out with thoughtfully curated experiences that often incorporate skating—perhaps a private midnight skate decorated with fairy lights or tickets to see his skating idol perform. Gift-giving is where Phichit truly shines; he pays attention to your offhand comments about things you like and presents you with items you mentioned months ago, each one wrapped beautifully and accompanied by a handwritten note in both English and Thai phrases he's teaching you. As for everyday tasks, while his demanding training schedule sometimes means dishes pile up or laundry gets delayed, he makes up for it by being the one who always remembers to water the plants, stock your favorite snacks, and leave encouraging sticky notes on the bathroom mirror when he knows you have a challenging day ahead—and of course, your home is filled with framed photos of your happiest moments together that he's carefully selected and printed from his thousands of pictures.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Living with Phichit means accepting that your most unflattering sleeping expressions will inevitably end up on his Instagram, as his compulsive need to document every moment means privacy is practically nonexistent. You've lost count of how many times you've had to confiscate his phone during meals because he can't resist checking notifications or staging the perfect food shot while everything gets cold. His enthusiasm for showing you "just one more" Thai drama episode regularly turns into marathon viewing sessions that wreck your sleep schedule before important days. The hamster cages, despite his protests that he'll clean them "tomorrow," often go neglected until the smell becomes impossible to ignore. And despite being meticulous about his skating gear, his everyday belongings create chaos across your shared space—clothes draped over furniture, half-empty water bottles on every surface, and charging cables perpetually tangled and borrowed without asking.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

You've always found it adorable how Phichit balances confidence with vanity in the most charming way possible. While he's never obsessive about his appearance, he definitely has his routines that you've learned never to rush—the perfect winged eyeliner that takes three attempts to get symmetrical, the careful styling of his fringe that he insists falls differently "depending on the humidity," and the countless selfies he takes to find just the right angle that captures his smile. You've lost count of how many times you've held his phone while he adjusts the lighting or coaches you on getting his "good side" (though you insist every side is his good side). What makes his attention to appearance endearing rather than frustrating is how it's wrapped up in his performance mindset—looking good makes him feel good, which helps him skate better. And you can't deny the results when he steps onto the ice, hair combed back, costume gleaming, confidence radiating from every perfectly presented inch of him.o

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Phichit wouldn't say he feels incomplete without you, but rather that you enhance everything that already makes him whole. The way his eyes light up when you appear at the rink speaks volumes—like capturing the perfect selfie, your presence makes everything better. While his skating career and friends form the foundation of his life, you've become the person he immediately texts when he lands a quad or finds a new hamster-themed accessory. During late-night FaceTime calls after competitions, he confesses that sharing Thailand with you—introducing you to his favorite Bangkok street food vendors who know him by name, teaching you Thai phrases beyond what he taught Yuuri—has given him a new appreciation for home. "I was happy before you," he'd tell you with that signature sunshine smile, squeezing your hand while scrolling through his Instagram feed full of pictures of you both, "but I'm happier creating memories with someone who gets both my worlds."

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Phichit always wakes up earlier than you just to capture your sleepy face for his Instagram, claiming your bedhead is "too cute not to document." When you're feeling down, he creates elaborate Thai dishes he learned from his mother, insisting good food fixes everything. Your phone is filled with countless surprise selfies he's taken of the two of you, and he's taught you enough Thai that his followers now lovingly refer to you as his "faen sŭay" (beautiful partner). On competition days, he has a ritual of sending you a private video message performing a tiny segment of his routine just for you, always ending with a wink and his signature phrase, "Watch me shine for Thailand... and for you." Despite his social butterfly nature, he treasures quiet evenings when you both build blanket forts and watch his favorite Thai films with subtitles, though he'll pause constantly to explain cultural nuances you might miss. Extra headcanon: Phichit secretly keeps a handwritten journal rather than documenting everything digitally—it contains pressed flowers from every city he's competed in and ticket stubs from every date you've ever had.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Despite his sunny disposition, Phichit can't stand it when you downplay your accomplishments or speak negatively about yourself—he's spent too much time building you up to watch you tear yourself down. He wrinkles his nose at people who refuse to try new foods or experiences, as he believes life is meant to be savored in all its flavors. You've learned that pessimism exhausts him quickly; while he's patient with your bad days, constant negativity drains the light from his eyes. Though extremely social, he dislikes partners who demand all his attention and try to pull him away from his skating dreams or close friendships, especially with Yuuri. Phichit also has a surprising aversion to generic tourist attractions and chain restaurants when traveling—he'd rather you both explore authentic local spots that tell the real story of a place. He secretly gets frustrated when you don't understand his passionate rambles about Thai culture or skating, not because you don't know, but if you don't make an effort to learn what matters to him.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Phichit falls asleep surprisingly quickly for someone so energetic during the day, often scrolling through Instagram until his eyes get heavy, then setting his phone aside to curl against you. You've gotten used to his particular sleep habits - the way he always starts the night with a respectable distance between you but inevitably migrates closer, drawn to your warmth like a moth to flame. By morning, he's practically draped across your chest, one leg thrown over yours, face nuzzled into your neck. He mumbles in Thai sometimes, soft sleepy words you're slowly learning to understand. On competition nights, he's restless, his body processing jumps and spins even in sleep, but your hand running through his hair always settles him. What you love most is how he wakes - gradually, with a smile already forming, taking a sleepy selfie of your tangled limbs before properly saying good morning with a kiss to your forehead and a cheerful "morning, sunshine!" regardless of how early it is.

[mbruben-stein]

DreamWalker Siblings Masterlist

Jake x Sister! Reader; Omatikaya x Dreamwalker; Tsu’tey x Reader

Summary: Y/n and Jake Sully. Siblings, shipped off into the depths of space to explore the mysterious world of Pandora.

[Pt.1] [Pt.2] [Pt3] [part4]

concept art belongs to: Finnian MacManus

[mbruben-stein]

Dating killer croc/Waylon Jones would include.

Croc would be very protective of his s/o, especially on dangerous missions. He'd use his strength and toughness to shield them from harm.

Being teammates on the Squad would allow them to bond over their shared experiences and trauma. They could relate to each other's troubled pasts and feeling like outcasts.

Croc may struggle to fully open up emotionally at first due to his dysfunctional upbringing and distrust of people. But over time, he'd likely come to really cherish having someone who accepts and cares for him.

Physical intimacy could be tricky given Croc's reptilian features and rough hide. But they'd find ways to show affection through things like forehead touches, holding hands (or claws), etc.

Croc would be a steadfastly loyal partner. Once he lets someone into his heart, he'd be ride-or-die for his s/o no matter what.

The s/o would be one of the few who sees Croc's softer side - the joy he finds in simple pleasures like music and TV. They'd share quiet, domestic moments amid the chaos.

Croc's cannibalistic urges would need to be managed carefully. The s/o would have to make sure he's well-fed on animal meat and talk him down if his predatory side emerges.

Arguments could get heated since Croc has a short fuse. The s/o would need to be patient and avoid triggering his rage. Reassurances of their love would help diffuse things.

Ultimately, their bond would be one of two deeply scarred souls finding solace and strength in each other despite a cruel world. A love as resilient as Croc's unbreakable skin.

[mbruben-stein]

Hello! Can I have a matchup for Tokyo revengers and Black butler? I saw they were open. Sorry if they were not!

She/her, Gemini, Intp, 5w4

Asexual/heteromantic

Chaotic Good

Appearance: 164cm. Brown wavy hair, dark Brown eyes. Curvy body I guess? I'm pale with visible beauty marks like on my lips. I wear glasses/sunglasses. I've been described as cute and a tease because I always bite my lips out of habit lol. I often have a tired/annoyed expression or a smile. I wear comfy clothes and even pj outside. Or cliché villain clothes, no in between. I try to wear gloves to stop myself from bitting my nails. I guess I am slightly overweight? 80kg due to medical reasons and a weird metabolism, plus I have heavy bones

About me:

I appear as cold and very sarcastic. But I can be charismatic when I want. I'm always polite unless I dislike you (you'll know it because I become passive agressive). How I act depends on how you act with me, unless I'm in a bad mood. In that case I isolate to not be too mean. I act flirty around my friends and is known for sometimes playing with hearts (I'm oblivious to it). I'm petty and can go very far out of spite or vengeance. I curse a lot and will call you out on your bullshit with no issue no matter who you are. Did I loose people over this? Yes.

I'm moody and not a morning person AT ALL. I'm brutally honest and it affected some friendships because people sometimes won't dare to approach me. I'm also socially obvious to a lot of things. I'm very curious and have a short attention span.

Getting along with me is easy peasy. As long as you're not a hypocrite we will get along. Now getting to know me is....nearly impossible. No friend of mine has managed to make me spill my problems even though they share theirs and I help them out. Even when I think I am sharing I am apparently not? My trust issues issues are too important for that lol. I don't open up and bottle my feelings all the time till I shut down or explode. I isolate a lot when I have problems or I'm just thinking (I love daydreaming). I'm rebellious but also a smooth talker. My friends know I have good intentions and would never wrong an innocent person. I'm the smart but reckless friend cuz I'll always hype up bad ideas for fun. I can be a bit naïve, I often assume that people don’t have a hidden agenda and it caused me problems in the past because spoiler alert they do! Now we all have some kind of hidden agenda but if I am in your team and you try to pull one over me…No mercy. I have morbid curiosity and shared dubious experimental ideas....Yes I am the type that can eat and look at a crime scene. I'm more logical than emotional. I'm ambitious and can't stand my own failure. But I'm also lazy and a procrastinator which is a terrible combo. I'm always willing to debate and learn new things because knowledge is very important to me. I'm creative and innovative, I know when to get to business. I'm very competitive and try to hide it. Yeah I have an ego, so what? if you don't have a solid argument with me, I'll destroy you.

Despite that, I joke a lot and never take anything seriously. It happens that I underestimate people. I'm a big tease and love to rile up people and see them get angry. I subtly insult people when they piss me off.

Because of that, I get very lonely and I'm misunderstood. I can handle being alone quite well since most of my friends betrayed me. Including a very close one who encouraged me to open up for years...and then they wonder why I have trust issues (if you want to confess just do it why wait years and then be like I don’t believe in boy girls friendships). I don't recognize my own feelings and mask that pretty well as it fools everyone. I don't consider myself to be a good person for some reasons. I envy easily and get annoyed easily because I want to succeed above all lol. Oh and I love money. I like gifting my friends and receiving gifts.

Hobbies:

Reading (mystery, thriller, fantasy), true crime, video games, drawing, baking (I’m quite good at it. It started mostly by being non satisfied over local bakeries qualities or prices), fighting sports (sparing and shooting), learning, daydreaming. I love space and mad scientists stories. My aesthetic is definitely related to those subjects as well as the sea and stars.I used to write poetry. I enjoy gacha games…just for the gamba part and lore. I’m quite lucky in everyday aspects…and often get free goodies where I go.

Likes:

Cats, sweet foods, plushies, hoodies, video games, gossip (putting those reddit stories in the background), cheese, red flags, puzzles, true crime, juicy parts of history, mythology, sleeping or just lying in bed. I lowkey likes organizing BUT my room is very messy

Dislikes:

I am thalassophobic. I don’t like dogs, crowded places, someone that’s forceful, bullying, bugs, foods that have a lot of oily sauce…and if it’s deep fried but has too much oil. Being bored.

I hate owing something to someone. While yes I deal around and ask for favors I always repay in equal or more value. I’ll scam you if you scam me tho….I always have receipts or pictures

In a relationship:

I'm the chillest person. I don't get jealous or clingy. You can do whatever you want. I'm always here to give you advices because helping you out, giving you my time and giving you gifts is my love langage. It bothered my last boyfriend because he thought I wasn't emotionally present and isolated a lot (He knew what he was getting into. Then He cheated). I spoil my partners in little gifts or videos that remind me of them/us. I’m a bit of a foodie but is quite annoying in it. Heck I picked up baking cuz the nearby bakeries were too sweet.

I love cuddles but I'll take time to accept physical touch. I enjoy a partner that can keep up with me and be patient and honest because I value honesty in their feelings. I don’t care if they hide things, we all do, as long as it’s not gonna hurt me or us in the long run. Yes I like red flags and a friend called me a beige flag whatever it means. I enjoy stealing clothes and would prefer a taller partner. Not gonna lie…a little possessive/protective is cute. Make me feel wanted.

I also love receiving gifts because uh...I grew up with them validating love. I hate * cowardly people. I don't fall first and don't make the first move. Worse, there’s a high chance I say yes but will give it a period to see if I can develop feelings. I will be honest about my partner over this. I enjoy someone smart. I don't care if street or academic. I'm more an academic gifted kid who's trying to learn something other than that. Heck I can get in a stranger car and my mindset is if they try something I'll strangle them. Or if they try to rob me I'll throw them into a car. No mercy

Also, due to exes I’d rather have someone taller than me.

I speak Arabic, French and English. I'm an only child.

Thank you!

Ship

I ship you with Ken Ryuguji/Draken.

When you first encountered Draken, it was his imposing presence that struck you - towering height, dragon tattoo, and that long blonde braid. But you weren't intimidated. Your own sharp tongue and tendency to call out bullshit meant you approached him without the fear others showed. Your bluntness caught him off guard, and that subtle quirk of his eyebrow told you everything - he was intrigued by someone who didn't cower.

Your relationship began with verbal sparring. He appreciated how you didn't filter yourself, even around Toman's vice-captain. Your sarcastic comments would occasionally pull a rare chuckle from him, especially when directed at Mikey's antics. Draken quickly recognized your intelligence beneath your casual exterior - the way you analyzed situations, solved problems with creative solutions. He found himself seeking your perspective on matters, valuing your logical approach that mirrored his own.

The first time you visited his room above the brothel, you showed no judgment. Instead, you were genuinely curious about the motorcycle parts scattered about, asking questions that revealed your interest in how things worked. He appreciated that you didn't press him about his background, understanding that trust takes time. As you lounged comfortably on his floor, engrossed in conversation about engine modifications, Draken realized how easily you fit into his unconventional life.

Your habit of disappearing when overwhelmed initially confused Draken. He'd find you missing from gatherings, only to discover you alone somewhere, lost in thought. Rather than forcing you to explain, he'd simply exist beside you in comfortable silence. Sometimes, he'd work on bike sketches while you read. Over time, you began to appreciate those quiet moments - how he respected your need for solitude without making you feel abandoned. It became your unspoken ritual: when the world became too much, Draken would be there, not demanding explanations, just offering steady companionship.

When you occasionally joined Toman gatherings, your playful teasing and hyping up of questionable ideas amused Draken endlessly. He'd watch with a half-smile as you encouraged ridiculous stunts, though he'd step in before things got truly dangerous. The others quickly learned that while Mikey had Draken as his voice of reason, Draken had you - the only person who could talk him down when his temper flared. You never backed down when he was wrong, matching his intensity with your own, until his anger dissipated into reluctant acknowledgment.

Your love of baking became Draken's secret delight. You'd appear at his place with experimental treats, insisting he try them first. "Too sweet," he'd often grumble, but he never refused. Eventually, you created cinnamon pastries with just enough sweetness to earn his approval. The women at the brothel would tease him mercilessly about "his baker," but they also looked forward to your visits, knowing you'd bring enough for everyone. Draken pretended annoyance at becoming your taste-tester, but the way he'd immediately reach for seconds betrayed him.

The protective streak in Draken intensified around you. Though you insisted you could handle yourself (and he'd seen enough evidence to believe it), he couldn't help shadowing you through certain neighborhoods. You'd roll your eyes dramatically but secretly appreciated his concern. When you caught a fever after getting caught in the rain, he appeared at your door with medicine and food, awkwardly insisting it was "just because Mikey would be annoying if you didn't recover." You let him maintain the pretense, hiding your smile as he clumsily arranged soup containers on your table.

Your tendency to bottle emotions didn't escape Draken's notice. He recognized the signs - your overly casual tone, increased sarcasm, the way you'd bite your lip more frequently. After one particularly rough day, when you deflected his questions with practiced ease, he simply handed you his favorite wrench and pointed to his half-dismantled bike. "Break something if you want," he offered, "I can fix it later." The unexpected permission to express frustration broke something in you, and you found yourself talking instead - not about everything, but more than you'd shared with anyone else. Draken just listened, without judgment or demands for more.

Neither of you used conventional expressions of affection. You showed care through practical gifts - a rare motorcycle part you'd tracked down, books on mechanical engineering. He expressed his feelings through actions - tuning your bicycle to perfection, teaching you self-defense moves beyond what you already knew. The first time he called you at dawn, gruffly asking if you wanted to see the sunrise from his favorite overlook, you understood the significance. These invitations into his private world meant more than any verbal declaration.

What solidified your bond was the understanding that neither of you needed to perform vulnerability to prove your connection. When Draken finally shared fragments of his childhood, it wasn't a dramatic confession but casual statements offered while working together on his bike. In return, you revealed small truths about yourself, pieces of the puzzle that made you who you are. There was no pressure to bare your soul all at once - just the comfortable knowledge that with enough time, you'd both eventually see the complete picture. And somehow, that patience, that acceptance of each other's guarded hearts, created something neither of you had experienced before: a relationship built on mutual respect, understanding, and the quiet certainty that you had each other's backs, no matter what Shibuya threw your way.

I ship you with Ciel Phantomhive.

You'd never imagined finding companionship in someone like Ciel Phantomhive. You, with your blunt honesty and casual demeanor, seemed worlds apart from the proper, calculating Earl. Yet somehow, beneath the masks you both wore, a connection formed that neither of you quite understood but couldn't deny.

Your first meeting wasn't exactly romantic. You'd called him out on some pretentious comment he'd made at a social gathering, completely unaware of his status. While others gasped in horror, you noticed something flash in his visible blue eye - not anger, but curiosity. Later, he confessed that your lack of deference was refreshing in a world where most people either feared him or wanted something from him. Your brutal honesty and disregard for social hierarchy intrigued him; his shrewd intelligence and hidden vulnerability fascinated you.

"You're entirely too reckless," Ciel would often scold you, trying to mask his concern with irritation. You'd just laugh, biting your lip in that habit of yours that always made his cheeks flush slightly. "And you're entirely too uptight," you'd counter, challenging him to loosen his grip on control. These verbal sparring matches became your love language - a dance of wits where you pushed each other's boundaries. Sebastian would observe these exchanges with a knowing smirk, much to Ciel's annoyance.

Your relationship evolved in quiet moments at the Phantomhive manor. Late nights in his study where you'd sprawl comfortably on his couch in your pajamas, reading mystery novels while he worked on business papers. You'd share theories about his cases, your creative mind offering perspectives he hadn't considered. Though he'd never admit it aloud, your insights proved valuable more than once. In return, he taught you chess, impressed by how quickly you grasped complex strategies despite your claimed disinterest in learning the game.

You became protective of each other in different ways. Ciel, despite his small stature, stood between you and danger without hesitation. You, meanwhile, became his fierce defender in social settings, your quick wit deflecting subtle insults aimed at the young Earl. When nightmares of his past plagued him, you'd sit beside his bed, not pushing him to share but simply being present until he could breathe again. In turn, when your mood darkened and you withdrew into isolation, he'd silently join you with tea and sweets, understanding the value of companionable silence.

The household staff adored you, especially since you didn't hesitate to join their chaotic schemes when boredom struck. Ciel would watch from his window as you encouraged Finny in some disastrous gardening experiment, or tested Baldroy's latest culinary invention despite the obvious fire hazard. "You're encouraging them," he'd complain later, but the slight upward curve of his lips betrayed his amusement. You'd stolen his favorite ring once out of petty revenge for a dismissive comment, and rather than punish you, he'd simply watched with that calculating gaze as you eventually returned it with an apology sweet you'd baked yourself.

"I don't understand you," Ciel confessed one evening as you both stood on the balcony, stargazing. You were wrapped in one of his coats you'd stolen, drowning in the expensive fabric. "You know what I am, what I've done, what I will become... yet you stay." You turned to him, unusually serious. "I stay because I choose to. Because beneath all your pride and vengeance, I see someone worth knowing. Someone who, despite everything, still cares deeply." His hand found yours in the darkness, a rare display of vulnerability. "I don't deserve your loyalty," he whispered. You squeezed his hand, biting your lip thoughtfully. "Good thing I've never cared much about what people deserve."

Your relationship was never simple or conventional. Two damaged souls with trust issues and complicated pasts, neither of you fully opened up even as you grew closer. But there was understanding in your silences, comfort in your arguments, and something like love in the way he'd let you steal his desserts or how you'd notice when his smiles were genuine versus when they were part of his Earl persona. Neither of you needed flowery declarations or traditional romance. You had something rarer - acceptance of each other's shadows, flaws and all, and the promise that whatever darkness lay ahead, neither of you would face it alone.