#HAHAHA (lighthearted and teasing)

[saetiate]

those who like someone with competency vs those who like someone with incompetency. like to the point where it cound be considered a kink/fetish. very intriguing

[simp-ly-writes]

Boss & Bothered

Pairing: Boss!Spencer Agnew x assistant!Reader

─ · · SUMMARY: Spencer is your boss to a degree and you spent a large majority of time by his side that you begin thinking things about your boss an employee really should not be considering...

─ · · TAGS: gender-neutral pronouns, boss/employee relationship, creepy man, harassment, protective!spencer, implied offscreen- VERY suggestive themes, kissing.

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─ · · A/N: thank you for the ask, anon! 🫶 and if you know me personally, out of all the things you read, please don't read this one, I went into a different world while writing this... hahaha erm...

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You had a crush on your boss. As the assistant to the Smosh Games channel you spent almost every moment by his side and there was not a single odd task you had not done; like running to the thrift store to get ten red shirts or to the corner store when the kickstarter and assorted energy drinks were out of stock in the kitchen.

You loved you job and truly loved working beside Spencer and you did not know at what point when those friendly stares and touches had become romanticized in your head. From him always opening the door for you or reminding you to take a break (or another one), he never once took all the extra work you did around the studio for granted and maybe that was a cause for the rose-tinted glasses.

Yet when he would bring your favourite coffee order in the morning even when you had said every time that that was your part of the job, he would just wave a hand in your face, assuring you before walking over to his desk- his schedule for the day already printed (and colour-coded, obvriously) so that the day would move smoothly.

Yet even when the day did not, Spencer never snapped or showed any anger towards you. Still being the caring and understanding boss you knew him to be, boss, you remind yourself. Yet you both acted past your positions, you had met his friends outside of work, went out for drinks with him at the end of a long day and even had dinner at his place one time (or maybe it was two times? three times? cant be more than four times?).

But that was just it right? You were both friendly co-workers. Or well, boss and worker but Spencer never held his position above your own, or at least not when it was important. He would pull the boss card as a joke every now and then off-camera that you feigned annoyance to much to the enjoyment of everyone else who loved his on-going joke around the office. A joke was all this is, just some lighthearted teasing when he puts a fleeting hand on my shoulder to ensure I know it is a joke.

But that all seemed to change when a developer from a gaming studio came in to demo the game alongside the cast. Spencer would be starring in this video, you sat behind camera, ready and waiting with his phone and can of kickstarter as you sorted through emails on your tablet, unknowing to the presence beside you.

"Hey, do you know where the director is? I have a tight schedule to be on since I... need... to... be..." his words slowed as the sentence progressed before falling off completely as the developer look at you. His mouth slightly agape before quickly fixing his hair and jaw. Looking up from your tablet, shutting it off quickly as to not give away company secrets, you presented a friendly smile to the individual. "Sorry, could you repeat your question please? I was a little bit tied up on these emails," you say, tapping your fingers against the metal device to exaggerate your point.

"Oh, um, haha, yeah, I was-a looking for the director. Do you know where he is, love?" you cringe automatically at the nickname, leaning slightly away in your chair as you look around the room quickly trying to find Alex Tran. You begin to cringe up your spine, contracting into yourself when the developer takes a half step closer to your chair, you can hear his breathing in your ear that has your smile twitching before you stand to present more space between the two of you.

"I don't see him here at the moment, we are also shooting another video the next studio over. I'm sure as soon as the cast is done there in..." you click on Spencers phone to see the time, "...in 10 minutes. Do you have everything you need to run the software or is there anything else I can get you in the meanwhile?" you ask politely, hands gripping your tablet as the man smiles.

"Alright, thats okay, that you for letting me know. I could really go for a coffee if its not a hassle? Maybe I could also add my number-" you take a big sigh out in relief once hearing the door to the studio open. Alex, Spencer, Courtney, Amanda and Trevor all filing in one by one. Your eyes meet Spencer's as he pauses his conversation with Trevor, eyebrow raised in question as you tip your head towards the developer that stands back by your side.

Spencer's brows furrow as he walks over to you, a smile plastering itself against his features as he steps in between the two of you, extending his hand as a physical barrier. "Hi, Tyler is it? I'm Spencer the head of this channel and Alex over there will be directing the video. Apologies for the delay, Trevor, Courtney, and Amanda were all finishing a shoot. I hope you understand?" Spencer clarifies, pointing at everyone he mentions, tone leaving no rude for argument.

"Yes, this lovely sir/miss, told me. I never got your name sweetheart-" Spencer coughs, his shoulders tense as he looks over his shoulder at you, "Could you go check in with Alex and see if he's doing alright? I can see the set up from here," Spencer pulls his boss tone at you for the first time without a joke or fault and all you can do is nod, pivot on your heel and walk towards Alex.

"Everything alright there, superstar?" Alex teases. Supserstar, that's what the Games department staff called you, seeing you run around like a shooting star while managing a thousand jobs in one with grace, simply put a superstar and you were gracious for the name as you nod at Alex. "Yeah, a lot better now, he was... very friendly." You choose your words carefully, knowing that the developers team is sponsoring todays video and fuelling your pay check.

"Mhmm," Alex hums out, carefully watching Spencer speak with the developer. The passive aggressive undertone is a surprise to everyone in the room from how friendly Spencer usually was. "Spencer really seems worked up, did something happen during the last shoot?" You ask, refusing to turn yourself back around before the cameras roll.

"No, he actually ended up successfully losing Don't Win Mario Kart but I think this is a more recent than that thing, what exactly did the guy say to you?"

"Oh, well he was... nice. Just like I said, a bit too friendly for me upon first meeting. Kept calling me pet names and stuff like that, didn't get handsy or anything, must be a cultural thing," you say before subconsciously taking a drink from the open Kickstarter can without a second thought. "Makes sense then," Alex shrugs before walking over to the filming crew as you follow behind and sit back in your chair. "What makes sense then?" you wish to clarify yet receive no answer except a presence by your side.

"Hey, you doing okay? I'm sorry I wasn't here earlier to help," Spencer comments, taking his phone and drink from your hands with a tight smile that does not seem to reach his eyes. "Yeah, thank you handling it. I didn't want to seem rude to him-" you begin to clarify to your boss who cuts you off. "You did nothing wrong, you did everything right. I sorted out the rest, THAT shouldn't happen again," Spencer points out strongly before taking a sip of Kickstart.

"Oh," is all you manage to get out before Alex calls the cast to their positions and you open your tablet again and move back to those emails only to find your mind drifting, cheeks warming at Spencers protective display...but any other boss would do that right? Protect their employees from clients... and what about what Alex said earlier too...

Your thoughts are a whirlwind as you mindlessly reply to email after email and fix everyones schedules before sending them out for tomorrow morning. The cameras are still rolling as you fix yourself in your chair, trying to become more comfortable for only a five minute break to be called and you are standing up in an instant to update Spencer on all the new information you received.

Spencer stands right beside you, leaning against your chair, can in between his hands and glasses slipping down his nose as he watches you intently rambling on and on about the tight schedule him and Alex had after this shoot to maintain while also taking a dinner break. Yet what caught you off guard was how comfortable you felt being so close to him, your arms touching every time you breathed, his gaze so trained onto you that it held you confused as to why you reacted to negatively to the man before. Slowly looking over to Alex who was already looking between the two of you with a knowing smile.

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Since then the dynamic had changed in the office, or at least between you and Spencer. You both were closer (if that was thought possible by the rest of the staff), so close in fact that you both were called into Ian, Anthonys, and HR's office that morning.

"Hey guys," Ian greeted, albeit a bt awkwardly as he looked between the two of you. Anthony offered a wave from behind the desk as well, it felt as is your parents were sitting you down for a talk, your cheeks painted pink as you looked at Spencer to only find support as he shrugged and leaned in saying, "Seems like we are the ones in trouble for once, what are we going to do superstar?"

And all you can do his shove him away playfully, refusing to look at Ian and Anthony as soon as papers came onto the table. "So... before we get started. You both have been doing amazing work, both together and a part but this is not a promotional meeting," Ian began before Anthony took over, they seemed to have rehearsed this...

"We are, as well as HR, who deemed that it might be easier to talk to us that you two are potentially seeing each other, and there is nothing wrong with that! We just need to know if you need to swap departments," Anthony says looking at you. You rapidly shake your head, laughing away the sweat that is building on your palms, rubbing them on your pant legs now refusing to look at Spencer, nervous that the crush you had been harbouring for some time now was being forced into the light.

Spencer also appeared to be refusing to look in your direction as well, stuck in a starring contest with Ian as the room laid in wait before Spencer spoke up, "We are not, formally, seeing one another, though I do enjoy spending time with them outside of work, as I hope they do too?'

"Yes, of course I do. I don't see you as my boss when we sit and eat out like that Spence," you mention to only received a raised brow that has your eyes widening at your word choice... should've just said outside of work, stupid, stupid, stupid.

Your cheeks have never burned so hard, your nails digging into your pant leg only for a hand to rest on top of them, easing you to relax. And by trailing your eye up to a tattooed arm that you would kill to colour in, you stop dead in your tracks at the hint of a smile on Spencers lips before you both are dismissed without signing a singular paper (or at least yet, you hope).

"Only at dinner, huh?" Spencer presses as soon as the door closes but you keep on walking in front of him as he jogs in front of you, causing you to pause in your steps. The cubicles are now all left empty as everyone has left for lunch, you two are the only ones in this way to large of a room, yet it does not seem large enough for the conversation you are about to unpack.

"... what do you want me to say, Spencer?" you press back, dodging the question successfully for a round as Spencer takes a step back, hands raising slightly from his sides. "I'm just curious where else I would be your boss outside of work if dinners are the only thing that counts..."

"Spencer!" you whisper shout, mind already going into the nooks and crannies you did your best to hide. You looked around but had not yet felt uncomfortable by the converssation, only the unbearable heat starting to crawl up your skin as his harm drapes itself over his forehead. His buttoned shirt sleeves are rolled up to his elbows and his signature leather boots creak as he shifts his weight. He seems as bothered as you are right now... as he cannot stand still....

"Oh... I see now," Spencer begins, his low tone has you moving closer to grasp onto his next words, your heart races, your brain a bit fuzzy but you don't feel nervousness or the least bit scared. In fact, you feel freer than ever in this moment, unloading what you desperately tried to hide for so long. "...where else do you hear my voice telling you what to do outside of work?" Spencer continues, keeping his tone even as you meet eyes catching a flickering of surface level genuine curiosity mixed with something, deeper, almost hidden...

You gasp, Spencer tilts his head, putting that little sound to memory as he waits for you to take the next step closer and you invite yourself to. You can feel the heat coming from his body, you both stand so close, you chests brushing up against one another, your breath hitching as he fixes his hair while staring at you. "Spencer..." your voice worries yet comes off as a whine, "What?" Spencer asks softly, still allowing you control that has you really questioning of going back inside that office and signing those damn papers.

"We can't do this right now, here in the office, please," you manage to get out behind your brain imagining every scenario where you press him up against a white wall and not kiss him all over to you both are breathless. "But outside?" Spencer asks once more, "Outside of dinner?" Spencer presses further as you only nod once, "yeah, outside," you confirm before taking a step back as he does the same, swallowing harshly and playing with his hair once more.

"Okay then," Spencer confirms.

"Okay then," you copy and for the remaining day in the office. You are sitting awkwardly in chairs, fingers aching to put your digital signature to the e-document as you keep sneaking glances at one another. It does not help when his phone buzzes in your lap that has you startling upright during the end of a shoot (thankfully).

The car ride back was even more tense, you both car-pooled often, living in the same building but watching him out of the corner of your eye as you changed the stick-shift, his arm, showing off his inner arm tattoos came to close to your hand, just teasing its way to your leg, you quickly parked, feeling that you were squirming in your chair, utterly restless.

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You both barely managed to get into the apartment and lock the door before your hands were on one another, breaths equally catching and being saved. Spencer groaned against your touch as you fell weak at the knees and fell back onto the couch where he met you and watching his cage you in, leaning in closer and closer, the documents lingered on your mind that had you presses your hands to his chest.

Spencer immediately stood up, "You doing alright, darling? Did I do something wrong?" your heart raced even more. "We, I- need to sign those papers right now before we continue..." you point between the two of you, intently looking up at his pink lips, "...this," you breathe out as Spencer sits down on the coffee table, feeling around for his phone as you both scramble to put your e-signatures on while also claiming sick leave... for you both would not be showing up tomorrow morning either once feeling his lips and the caress of his skin against your own.

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─ · · A/N: 😮‍💨 whew... umm... No Part 2's on this one! (sorry)

─ · · SPENCER AGNEW TAGLIST: @lisiliely @missflufffanfics @little-stitious-studios @thejourneyneverendsx @sibsteria @lizzylynch1 @babble2 @delaneyburghardt

[002yb]

Dick who keeps a picture of Robin Jason in his wallet, the corners weathered with age, his face smudged like a thumb has gently stroked over it over many years.

Over the years the coffee shop owner of his morning route has watched him pull out his wallet and stare at the plastic window for several seconds, a sad forlorn look on his face before taking out his change to give over.

Then one day he turns up with someone else by his side, rosy cheeked and a smile on his face. When he opens the wallet there’s a new picture, this one bearing a striking resemblance to the man next to him. With the wallet open the stranger sees what is inside and immediately his face blooms red, stutters falling out his mouth.

Dick laughs, a huge booming laugh and he looks the happiest he has ever been. The photo smiles back at him.

Everyone always goes on about Bruce keeping pictures of all his kids in his wallet, but fffffffffff Dick doing the same. ;/////; And it's something his siblings tease him about relentlessly because it's actually just one picture and that one photo happens to be Jason, hahaha. Just Jason assuming he's Dick's least favorite in the family while everyone else knows Jason is Dick's favorite.

Which is a headcanon neither here nor there because anoooooon!! This is such a gift, thank you! You write beautifully. (♡ˊ͈ ꒳ ˋ͈) Dick's melancholy is so heartrending but touching and ahhhhhhh. This is just really sweet and made me smile. I love smitten/lovelorn!Dick!! Especially when the hurt ends with comfort and he's so brilliant and happy with Jason and ♡♡♡♡♡ !! Thank you for sharing this, anon~ //3///

Silly thoughts inspired by anon's post below the cut:

Where the day of the reveal (per above (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)), Dick and Jason are waiting in line at that coffee shop. And it's casual; lighthearted and comfortable as they banter and bump shoulders.

And Dick is fighting back amusement because Jason is adamant about treating him. Only the card he proudly pulls out is pretentiously black and has Timothy Drake embossed across it.

Despite Dick halfheartedly telling Jason 'no', Jason pleads his case. It's the perfect crime! The banks won't suspect it because the purchase will be small and ordinary. If the account isn't flagged, just imagine what else they could get up to. A paid honeymoon vacation, maybe. (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

Just Jason having zero faith in Tim checking his bank statements.

And Dick teasing Jason about how Tim at least has a bank account and a credit score to speak of.

Which Jason shoves Dick out of line for because wow, big bird. Jason has lines of credit everywhere. First and foremost: Tim.

'Not me?'

'It's based on net worth.' Jason would quip, which would earn him a shove this time and he'd cackle all the while.

Then Dick would get a call. From Tim. And it'd make them both snicker because the timing is perfect.

Dick taking the call outside, but not before handing off his wallet and telling Jason not to use Tim's card

Jason scoffs over it, but does as he's told (because he'll run this scam with Damian instead).

And it's as he's paying that he opens Dick's wallet and sees that photo. The old one which will be replaced with an updated one later. It's of them. Him.

It's from a lifetime ago. Worn and frayed at the edges in a way that tells of how often and carefully it's been handled. Jason swiping his thumb over it, mirroring all the times Dick would do the same. Jason would be able to tell. And his heart would ache and his breath would catch and--

When he looks out the window, wide eyed and with a pink stain warming his cheeks, Dick would already be looking at him. Just as wide eyed because he realizes he unintentionally exposed himself. It's a vulnerability that passes as quickly as it comes though because it's Jason.

Flustered as he is, Jason smiles. Sharp and brilliant. And he'd hold Dick's wallet up to flash the photo while pointing at it. Playing the menace although his cheeks are bright and flushed.

Even though Dick is on the other side of the window, Jason would still call, 'How embarrassing!’

And Dick can read lips. He laughs, incredulous as he shakes his head and calls back, 'We're dating!'

Jason loves to hear it.

But yeah, Jason cackling as he finishes up their order. Standing off to the side as they wait for their drinks and smiling the most biting of grins as he teases Dick for being a sap. Playing keep-away with his wallet.

Something something these two being in their own world. Crowded close as they flirt. Jason slipping Dick's wallet back into his pocket and being the most giddy/smiley boy because he's a romantic and Dick unwittingly romanced the fuck out of him.

Dick caressing his thumb over Jason's cheek and smiling this devastating grin because he doesn't need a photo anymore.

(இ﹏இ`｡)

And then their moment is interrupted by the barista calling out, 'Loverboy!' because that's the name Jason told them to put down.

Dick laughs that big laugh. Loud and beautiful and contagious. The sort of laugh that makes even strangers smile and that makes Jason's heart sing. ;//////;

Dick taking Jason's hand as they go up to get their order. Bringing Jason's hand to his lips to brush a kiss over Jason's knuckles. And Jason is so soft about it because he can feel Dick's smile through it; his breath as he fails to bite back his laughter.

Just Dick feeling like the luckiest man in the world and it showing.

Jason being overwhelmed by that because he's not sure anyone has ever felt grateful for him. He gets it though -- to feel so lucky.

[yamujiburo]

From what i understand Jessies mom is out of her life but not dead?

If so imagine if she came into jessie’s life, saw ash calling her dad and just IMMEDIATELY jumping in on the teasing (possibly at first assuming jessie is trans and earnestly using he/him pronouns cuz i can imagine they are estranged enough for her to just not know something like that)

yes! miyamoto is just MIA and implied to be still alive and running around in the mountains at the time jessie is in her 20s!

and omg yes hahaha. miyamoto, from what little we know about her, comes off as a very silly, lighthearted person

Miyamoto: Oh my goodness congratulations on the transition, son!

Jessie: What? No, I'm not– I mean thanks for the support but–

[inkpetrichor]

Muse | Azumane Asahi x f!reader

3.- Charm. masterlist here<3

cw. mentions of needles (sewing) a little bit of emotional monitoring on readers part, asahi feels a little guilty, fluuuuff (we love that over here) wc. 4.2k an. thank you so much for the love you've given the fanfic! the other day we reached 100 likes and i literally almost cried<3. i love you all. please let me know what you think of this one, don't be afraid to comment i'd love to read you<3

"And when they saw me, they screamed! I just wanted to warn them to keep quiet because Daichi would get mad..."

You burst into laughter, the sound spilling out uncontrollably, so much so that you had to take a moment to recover. The image of Asahi's teammates screaming in terror over the gentle giant was a scene straight out of a comedy show.

"Why did they scream?" you asked, still laughing, tears pooling at the corners of your eyes as you wiped them away.

"I don't really know. I guess they had never seen me with my hair down, and it might've been a little... shocking."

After he had asked for your contact, you and Asahi talked every day. Not a single conversation was forgotten, and without fail, a small "goodnight" would follow before bed. Occasionally, there were late-night calls like this one that stretched until sleep tugged at your voices.

You had told him about the Sakanoshitas and your grandpa, and in return, he shared stories about his closest friends: Sugawara Kōshi and Sawamura Daichi. The way he spoke about them, with such warmth and admiration, made you feel as though you already knew them. A flicker of jealousy crossed your mind—you wished you could be as close to him as they were—but his sincerity and fondness left no room for actual resentment.

He also spoke about the grueling training sessions leading up to their match against Nekoma and the antics of his teammates. The lighthearted anecdotes he shared were your favorite: Tanaka and Nishinoya's obvious crush on the Karasuno manager—something you could hardly blame them for, considering the thought that crossed your mind when you first saw Shimizu was how stunning she was—and Kageyama and Hinata's fiery rivalry, which always ended in chaos and a scolding from Sawamura.

"Sawamura-san sounds like a pretty stern leader," you teased. "Did he yell at you guys?"

"Of course, he did! And he's terrifying when he gets mad."

You broke into laughter again, crossing your arms over your stomach as your abdomen strained with each cackle.

"Why? Why was he—hahaha—why was he so angry at you?"

"I don't even know! He was just... so mad!"

You could practically hear the smile in his voice as he recounted the story. Little did you know, he was deliberately telling you these little anecdotes just to hear your laughter. The sound of it was a balm to his soul, soothing the weight of the training camp and the pressure of the upcoming match.

"Are you eating well?" you asked once your laughter subsided, your voice soft.

Asahi was thankful you couldn't see the blush spreading across his cheeks. That you'd care about something so... domestic, the care behind your words. It all sent his heart fluttering in his chest.

"I am. Shimizu-san and Takeda-sensei are cooking great meals for us while we practice."

"I'm glad... You need to eat well so you can give it your all in the Dumpster Battle!"

"Right..." His tone shifted, and you caught the faint waver of hesitation. In the time you'd gotten to know him, you'd learned that Asahi's emotions were never hidden; his tender soul laid them bare. His heart was as honest as himself.

"Are you nervous?"

There was a silence on the other end of the line, then a soft sigh.

"Yes... It's an important match. My first big one since I joined back. What if I can't—"

"You can," you interrupted, your voice steady and sure. "You have Suga-san with you, and Noya-san, and that new first-year genius. You're not alone; you have your team." A smile crept to your lips. "You were the one who told me, remember? Ravens look out for their own. I think you guys can do it, Azumane-san."

Another silence followed, but this one felt lighter, as though your words had eased some of the tension weighing on him.

"Thank you..." he said softly.

You fiddled with your fingernails, pressing the phone closer to your ear as a question lingered on your tongue. It teetered on the edge of being asked, and before you could stop yourself, the words spilled out.

"There's... something else too, right? That's bothering you."

He hesitated. Then, as if exhaling a secret he could no longer hold, he spoke.

"Yeah. I sorta overheard a conversation between Suga and the coach. Today, when they gave out the starting positions, Suga wasn't there... Neither were Ennoshita or the other second-years." His sigh was heavy, weighted with guilt. "I guess I just... I feel bad. I didn't expect to be put back in as a regular so soon. I'm grateful... but I don't think I deserve it more than them just because..."

"Just because you're the Ace?"

"Right... the Ace."

You bit down softly on your thumb, your voice gentling as you asked, "Azumane-san... You don't like it when people call you Ace, do you?"

The line went quiet, and for a moment, you feared you'd pushed too far. But when he finally spoke, his tone was more surprised than defensive.

"H-how do you know that?"

"I can tell by your voice," you said softly. "And the way you talk about it. It sounds like... like you don't see yourself the way your team does."

"Well, I failed them once."

"Against Dateko?"

The silence that followed felt heavy.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to—"

"No, it's fine... Yes, against Dateko. I couldn't land a single spike that time. I made Suga and Noya work harder, kept asking for tosses I wasn't ready to land..."

"You're not the same as back then though," you said, picking up your pencil and letting your hand move across the paper as you spoke. "And your team isn't either. I think next time you face Dateko, you'll be ready, whether you win or lose against Nekoma."

The silence that followed was difficult to read, lasting several seconds. For a moment, there was only the sound of your breath and the faint scratching of pencil on paper. You rushed to add, "O-of course, that's just my opinion! I don't know much about volleyball, anyway—"

"Would you... come watch? The Interhigh preliminaries, I mean." His voice was tentative, almost shy. "I-it's okay if you're busy, or if you don't want to."

"I'd love to watch you play," you admitted, smiling. "I'll be there if you want me there."

A sliding door opened on his end, followed by a voice you guessed was Sawamura's reminding him to get to bed.

"You have to go, don't you?"

"Yeah... I guess it's late."

"You sound tired. You should rest."

"I am..." He chuckled, a low, sleepy sound. His voice softened, and you could hear the sleep creeping into it. "Goodnight, Ukai-san."

"Goodnight, Azumane-san. Sleep well."

"Thank you... for everything. And I do want you there. It'd... make me less nervous, I think."

You pressed your lips together, trying to suppress the big smile threatening to bloom.

"No need to thank me. That's what friends are for."

"Goodnight..."

"Text me the results of the match tomorrow!"

"I will."

The warmth in his voice left you smiling long after the line clicked off. 

After he hung up, you stayed up sketching and then painting, the hours slipping by like a dream. The warm hues of watercolors on the paper faded into the cool glow of sunlight streaming through your window. The chirping birds outside gently reminded you it was too late—or perhaps too early—to still be awake. You knew you had university exams to study for, but you couldn't bring yourself to care. Your thoughts were too occupied with Karasuno's match and its outcome to focus on anything else.

You sighed, taking a step back to examine your nearly finished painting. It depicted a fierce battle between a murder of crows and a pack of cats in traditional Japanese style—bold strokes and intricate detail capturing the spirit of the "dumpster battle." You smiled softly, imagining your grandfather's face lighting up at the sight.

A soft knock came at your door, followed by your aunt stepping inside. She entered just as you stood from your chair, stretching your stiff muscles with a quiet groan.

"Y/n-chan, breakfast is ready... Oh my, stayed up all night again, didn't you?" she said, her voice a mix of affection and disapproval. She pressed her palm to her cheek, giving you a gentle but stern look in that characteristic gesture of hers. "You know that's not good for you."

She moved closer to your desk, her eyes catching on the painting. As she studied it, her expression softened with admiration. "This is beautiful though. Hmm... is this for Ikkei-san ? It's a dumpster battle, right?"

You blinked, surprised. "Oh, Sakanoshita-san, you know about that?"

She turned to you with a sly smile, tapping her cheek with her index finger. "You can't marry into the Ukai family and not learn a thing or two about volleyball~" she teased. Her gaze shifted back to the painting, lingering on the intricate details. "Since when do you care enough to paint it, though?"

Your face grew warm, a blush creeping up your cheeks. "W-well... actually, a friend plays in the team."

"A friend? From Tokyo?"

"N-no, from Miyagi."

She clasped her hands together, eyes sparkling. "Really? That's amazing, Y/n-chan! I'm so happy you've made a friend here!"

You fidgeted, feeling her gaze weigh on you. "Yeah... he's very nice. But he's worried about doing well, and with the interhigh preliminaries coming up, I thought I could make something to cheer him up. I'm just not sure what."

"Oh, so he's very nice, huh?" she teased, her tone lilting. Your nervous fiddling only seemed to fuel her grin, which had grown almost scarily wide.

Before you could stammer a reply, she nodded thoughtfully. "Well, with Keishin training them, I bet they'll do great. He's been staying up late watching matches again, just like when he was in school... smoking more, too," she added with a sigh, shaking her head. Her gaze drifted back to your painting, and her smile returned, softer now. "If you're really worried, I could teach you how to sew a lucky charm. It's simple, and I think he'd appreciate something handmade."

Your eyes lit up with excitement. "Please do! I've never sewn before, but I'll do my best."

She chuckled, reaching out to pinch your cheek gently before wiping away a small smudge of watercolor with her thumb. "Alright, but don't stay up all night making it..."she shook her head and walked to your door "You and Keishin are cut from the same cloth—what am I going to do with the both of you? Please get some proper sleep!"

You took in her affectionate gesture with a smile and followed her to the main house for breakfast, a small spark of hope warming you at the thought of making something for Asahi.

The smell of steamed rice and miso soup greeted you as you sat down at the table, a comforting reminder of your aunt's care and effort. The way your aunt always worked so hard on every dish never failed to amaze you. Your plate of rice had even been garnished with a small flower made of pickled vegetables, nestled next to a perfectly placed umeboshi. And the miso soup was already comforting and warming you up without even tasting it.

"No reading while we eat~" she sang at her husband, who put down the morning paper he was previously engrossed in with a defeated smile. 

She finished setting the rest of the breakfast on the table, adding a cup of coffee for you and finally sitting down to eat, observing you with her face perched on her hand.

"Thank you, Sakanoshita-san." you whispered to her, taking a sip of your coffee. "A-about the lucky charm—"

"Eat first," she interrupted with a knowing smile. "After breakfast, we'll visit the temple to get a blessing and pick out fabric. Then I'll show you how to embroider so you can add a little of your artist's touch."

Your excitement bubbled over, but her next words stopped you short. "One condition, though."

"W-what is it?" you asked hesitantly.

"You've got to call me by my name! You've been living with us for a year now; it feels so distant when you're so formal with us..." she said, pouting slightly.

Your aunt wasn't that old—maybe a little older than your mom—but she had a youthful energy about her that made her seem immune to aging. Her face had some wrinkles, but far from making her look older, they seemed to blend into her features, as if they were a natural part of her. When she was troubled, the wrinkles deepened, gathering between her brows, but whenever she smiled, they softened, as if they were smiling with her.

You looked away, a little embarrassed by her comment about you being too formal. She was right. Despite feeling close to them, your mind always reminded you that they weren't your immediate family. Even back in your own home in Tokyo, you often felt the weight of formality in your interactions, making it feel strange that here, in this household, you were being asked to do the exact opposite.

You hesitated, unused to the casual intimacy, but finally relented.

"O-okay... Aina-san."

Her smile was warm enough to melt the last of your reservations. "I can settle for that."

Your uncle chuckled, glancing up from where the paper he'd secretly reclaimed rested on his lap. "Going to the temple, huh? Make an offering for the farm while you're there, Aina. I'll be at the store until you get back."

"Thank you, Ukai-san," you replied politely.

"I'm still not on first name basis huh?" a defeated whisper you didn't hear.

"Aina/san... Your name suits you," you remarked after a moment of thought.

"Oh? How so?" she asked, genuinely curious.

"It uses the kanji for 'love' and 'vegetables,' right?" She nodded, still looking a little confused. A smile crept to your lips as you looked down at your breakfast "I just think it's fitting—you're so loving and nurturing. It's no wonder the vegetables at the farm grow so well and rich."

When you looked back up at her, she seemed like she could cry.

"Y/n-chan..." She whispered, before pulling you into a tight hug, her warmth enveloping you as your uncle bursted in laughter.

"You give her too much credit! It's because of the fertilizer I buy. It's top quality~☆" the thumbs-up your uncle gave to you faltered under his wife's death-stare.

"Y/n-chan, it's too sweet to be living in a house with you men," she said, releasing you from her bear hug and holding you by the shoulders, her eyes soft with affection. "Luckily, she has me, and I have her—to bring a little bit of female energy into this place." With a wink, she finally let go, smoothing your hair that had been messed up by her embrace, then nodded toward your food.

"Now, eat up and go rest a bit, all-nighter artist. I'll wake you when it's time to go." Her gentle expression shifted to one of icy resolve as she turned to her husband, causing him to flinch. "And you—put that paper down. You're not slick."

You finished your breakfast in silence, savoring each bite and, once again, silently thanking your grandpa oncve again, for the family he had given you.

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The match against Nekoma didn't go well. Karasuno ended up losing. Yet, when you saw Asahi again afterward, he didn't seem dejected or unsure. Instead, he looked determined, his eyes burning with hunger and focus. It startled you at first, but as you watched him, pride swelled in your chest. That look suited him—serious and resolute. It made him even more attractive, as if that were even possible.

Your fingers fidgeted with the lucky charm tucked in your pocket. They still ached slightly from the countless times you'd pricked yourself while embroidering it. The soft fabric offered a strange comfort, easing both the sting of your mistakes and the anxiety of giving it to him.

There was no way you could hand it over in the classroom, though—not with so many eyes around. The library felt more fitting, your little shared sanctuary.

Before the first class began, you mustered the courage to approach Asahi, who was seated at the back, staring intently at a sheet of paper.

"Good morning, Azumane-sa—"

"ASAHI-SAAAN!"

The booming voice made you jump, and Asahi flinched as well. Every head in the room turned to the door, where a short, loud guy stood grinning broadly.

"LET'S GO. CLUB."

That must be Nishinoya, you thought, biting back a giggle. He matched Asahi's descriptions perfectly.

Your soft laugh caught Asahi's attention. He glanced up and finally noticed you.

"Ukai-san..."

"I guess the library's a no-go, then?" you teased, tilting your head with a rueful smile.

Asahi scratched the back of his neck sheepishly. "Sorry... Did you want to talk about something?"

"No, no. Don't worry. I get it. Interhigh's close, so you guys need to practice." Your gaze flicked toward Nishinoya, still waiting by the door. "You'd better get going."

"Right..." he said, standing up. "Sorry again."

You shook your head, smiling warmly. "Really, it's fine. Good luck!"

As you walked back to your seat, your fingers brushed against the charm again. I guess I'll give it to him later...

Luck seemed to favor you during recess. You spotted Asahi near a hallway window. Unfortunately, he wasn't alone. Two other boys stood with him, chatting casually. From their demeanor, you guessed they were Sugawara and Sawamura. You decided to slip past unnoticed, too embarrassed to approach him in front of his friends.

But before you made it far, Asahi's voice stopped you.

"Ukai-san, you wanted to talk earlier?"

You turned, feigning surprise, though your heart thumped loudly. The two boys beside him—Sugawara and Sawamura—turned their curious eyes to you. Their gazes made you hesitate.

"Ukai?" one of them murmured. He had kind, soft eyes and a faint mole near his left eye. "Are you related to Coach, by any chance?"

Blushing slightly, you bowed politely. "Yes, Keishin Ukai is my older cousin."

Sugawara beamed. "I see. I'm Sugawara Kōshi, by the way. Nice to meet you." He and Sawamura both bowed in return.

"And I'm Sawamura Daichi. Nice to meet you too."

You introduced yourself with your full name, feeling a little awkward under their scrutiny.

"So where do you know Asahi from?" Sugawara asked with a friendly smile.

"We're in the same class," you replied softly, glancing at Asahi.

Whether he sensed your unease or simply decided to intervene, Asahi's hand lightly touched your shoulder. His voice was gentle.

"Ukai-san?"

"Oh, right..."

Seeing you shy like this stirred something protective in Asahi. He'd grown accustomed to the way you were more at ease with him than others, and that realization made him feel special. Sugawara, meanwhile, couldn't help but smirk knowingly at Sawamura who remained clueless, giving him a confused look and just watching the scene unfold.

"It's nothing urgent," you said, shaking your head. "I'll just tell you after class."

Asahi hesitated. "I've got practice after class..."

"Oh, I see. That's okay," you said quickly.

Sugawara interjected with a mischievous grin. "You could come to practice if you have time! I mean, if Coach is your cousin, I doubt he'd mind, right?"

Asahi's gaze flicked to you, hopeful but hesitant.

"I can't, sadly," you said, bowing slightly. "I promised to make pork buns for my aunt's store after school."

Both Asahi and Sugawara looked disappointed, though the latter wasn't ready to give up just yet.

"Pork buns, huh?" Sugawara turned to Daichi. "Didn't you say you wanted to treat the team today? We could get some at her aunt's store."

Sugawara's sly grin widened. "Wouldn't you like to try Ukai-san's cooking, Asahi?"

Both you and Asahi flushed, eyes darting away from each other.

Daichi scratched his head. "I guess we could go get some pork buns..."

"Perfect!" Sugawara clapped his hands together. "You two can talk then. Isn't it just fate?"

You nodded, still not meeting his eyes. The bell rang, and Sugawara took Daichi by the shoulders, steering him away. "See you at practice, Asahi! It was nice meeting you, Ukai-san!"

Daichi glanced over his shoulder, bewildered. "What was that about?"

"Youth," Sugawara replied with a sigh. "But seriously, that was crazy. I always thought you'd be the first of us to get a girlfriend..." Daichi only spared a brief moment to glance at his friend's reflective expression before quickly catching up, wide-eyed, looking back aat you two.

Daichi frowned. "Wait, you think they're...? Hold on. What did you mean about me being the first to—"

Sugawara waved him off, giving him an eye-roll, feeling a bit bad for poor Michimiya. "To think you'd need more help than Asahi..."

"What are you even talking about? Suga! Oi—I'm talking to you!"

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You finished dusting the counter for the third time, setting everything in its place and nervously adjusting the magazines on the counter that seemed just a little crooked.

With every passing minute, your resolve to give Asahi the lucky charm wavered. Your fingers brushed against the soft fabric tucked in your pocket, seeking reassurance. It was just a tiny gesture, right? Nothing to worry about, right?

Except... it wasn't.

As your anxiety grew, so did the realization that this "tiny gesture" felt more like a confession than anything else. The thought of showing him just how much you appreciated him was terrifying. You weren't sure if you were ready to let him see how deep those feelings went, how much you wanted to be close to him, to be with him.

The bell above the store's door jingled, and your head snapped up. There he was.

Asahi stepped inside, looking slightly unsure but still managing to make your heart skip a beat. Behind him followed Sugawara and Daichi, who greeted you with friendly smiles.

"Good evening, Ukai-san!" Sugawara said cheerfully, while Daichi nodded politely.

You greeted them back, bowing slightly. Asahi gave you a small, shy smile, which you returned, feeling your cheeks heat up.

"The buns smell amazing," Sugawara commented, leaning slightly over the counter to peer at the freshly steamed pork buns behind the glass display. "Daichi, I told you this was worth it."

Daichi chuckled. "You're right. These look great."

"Ah, thank you," you said softly, quickly grabbing a small paper bag to pack some buns. "How many would you like?"

While you worked, Sugawara glanced between you and Asahi, clearly enjoying the awkward tension. "So, Asahi, you should thank Ukai-san for making these, don't you think?"

"Uh, yeah." Asahi straightened up, his voice soft but sincere. "Thanks, Ukai-san. They look delicious."

You nodded, avoiding his gaze. "It's no trouble. I hope you like them."

As you handed over the bag of buns, Sugawara grinned and nudged Daichi. "Let's wait outside with the team. Give Asahi a second."

"What? Why?" Daichi asked, confused.

"Just come on," Sugawara insisted, dragging him out the door. The bell jingled again, leaving you and Asahi alone in the quiet store.

The silence was almost unbearable. You glanced up to see Asahi looking at you, as if he wanted to say something but wasn't sure how to start.

This was it.

Your fingers tightened around the charm in your pocket. Heart pounding, you took a deep breath and stepped out from behind the counter.

"Azumane-san?"

He blinked at you, surprised by your sudden movement. "Yeah?"

You held out the small pouch, your hands trembling slightly. "Here. I... I made this for you."

"For me?" he asked, wide-eyed. He hesitated for a moment before gently taking the charm from your hands. His fingers brushed against yours, and your breath hitched.

"It's, um... a lucky charm," you explained quickly, your voice barely above a whisper. "For the Interhigh. I thought it might help. Even if it's just a little."

Asahi stared at the charm in his hand, his expression unreadable. The beautiful fabric had a small crow next to an idiom that said "Breaking walls, soaring high" embroidered on it. His fingers brushed softly against the thread, and for a moment, he just held it, letting its meaning sink in. He glanced up at your hands, at your fingers, which looked a little rough, telling the story of the many times you'd accidentally pricked them with needles.

His heart clenched, the weight of your gesture hitting him in a way he wasn't prepared for. Something stirred inside him— something tender and warm.

The silence stretched, and you started to panic.

"I-I know it's not much, and it's probably silly, but—"

"Thank you."

His voice was quiet but steady, and when you looked up, his eyes were warm, filled with gratitude and something else you couldn't quite place. There was also that fiery, determined look you'd seen earlier.

"I really appreciate this," he said, clutching the charm tightly. "It means a lot to me."

Your chest swelled with relief and joy. "I'm glad you like it."

He looked at you for a moment longer, then smiled—a soft, genuine smile that made your heart flutter.

"I'll take good care of it," he promised. You nodded, looking down at the counter with a shy smile.

His eyes lingered on you, and you could almost hear the quiet words in his gaze. You didn't have to look up to know he was still there, still watching you.

"Are you coming to the match tomorrow?" he asked, hopeful.

"I will. I'll be there."

A pause.

"M-maybe we could... have a small lunch in between the matches? If it's okay with you?" His voice was quieter now, like he was afraid of pushing too hard.

At this point, your heart threatened to tear itself free from your chest, its every beat longing to bridge the distance between you. It yearned to rest against inside his chest instead, as if drawn by an unspoken bond, seeking its place beside its twin—two halves of the same whole, finally united.

The bell jingled again, breaking the moment as Sugawara poked his head back inside. "Done already? What took so long?"

Asahi turned toward him, flustered. "Let's go."

Sugawara's eyes sparkled mischievously as he glanced between you and Asahi. "Alright, alright. See you later, Ukai-san!"

"Bye," Daichi added from the doorway, looking as confused as ever.

"Bye," you managed, waving as they left.

Asahi paused at the door, glancing back at you one last time. "Thanks again," he said softly, before stepping outside.

The moment they were gone, you exhaled a shaky breath and brought a hand to your chest, where your heart still raced.

Maybe this lucky charm wasn't just a "tiny gesture" after all.

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What do you think would happen if one of y/n’s friends/classmate spots her and Jonathan Crane together in public? How would the couple react? P.S Office bells are few fanfics that are helping survive college 😚

Office Hours/Bells Imagine/Headcanon

Pairing: Jonathan Crane x Reader

Word Count: 2182

Warnings: Obsessive behaviour, Professor x Student, subtle manipulation

Summary: !!Request!! What happens when Y/n's friend catches Jonathan and Y/n on campus?

A/N: Hahaha, Thank you for the request Anon. My fic is helping you survive college?! I am absolutely honoured 🫶💚 It has been a lONG time since I've made ANY update (last update back in Feb, holy shit) for Office Hours/Bells but finally!!! we are here :) I've just had so many requests for other fics and all that I had to get through and a lot of Uni shit to do as well, my poor babe been sidelined :( But this was one of the requests to I thought it would be perfect to update this fic with this and then a full chapter next :) (might take a while, a lot of uni shit sTILL, but that will be the next thing I update (probably)) I have a LOT planned for this fic so stay tuned~ 💚

(Office Hours/Bells Masterlist)

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Jonathan and Y/n had made a deliberate effort to keep their relationship under wraps, avoiding public outings and opting for date nights at home instead. They preferred the seclusion of their own company, away from prying eyes and potential trouble. Yet, despite their careful planning, even the most vigilant can slip up.

As the night cast long shadows across the deserted campus, Jonathan and Y/n walked side by side, their laughter echoing through the empty halls. Their banter was lighthearted, a welcome reprieve from the academic rigor of the day.

"It shouldn’t be that hard to pick what you want for dinner," Jonathan teased, his lips curved into a playful smirk.

Y/n scoffed, feigning offense. "If it’s so easy, you wouldn’t be asking me in the first place!" she retorted, nudging him with her elbow.

Jonathan chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Perhaps I’m trying o be a gentleman," he mused, his tone dripping with mock seriousness.

Y/n rolled her eyes playfully. "You’re such a dick," she teased, a mischievous glint in her eye.

Their easygoing exchange was interrupted when Y/n suddenly halted in her tracks, a realization dawning on her. "Oh, shit! I completely forgot about my tutorial in ten minutes," she exclaimed, a hint of panic in her voice.

Jonathan checked his watch, furrowing his brows in concern. "This late?" he questioned.

Y/n nodded, her lips forming a small frown. "Yeah, my tutor had to reschedule for this week," she explained, her mind already racing with thoughts of rushing to her session.

"I can head back to my office and wait for you, if you'd like," he suggested, his gaze soft as he looked at her.

Y/n's heart swelled at his considerate gesture. "Would you really wait an hour for me?" she asked, a hint of disbelief in her voice.

"For you, I'd wait forever," Jonathan replied, his smile playful but his words sincere.

Y/n couldn't help but smile at his words, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. She enveloped him in a grateful embrace. "Thank you," she murmured, before rushing off to her tutorial.

“Y/n!” a voiced called from behind her, but it wasn’t Jonathan.

As Y/n turned around, she spotted Ebony, one of her tutorial mates, hurrying to catch up with her. A wave of dreed washed over her as she wondered if Ebony had witnessed the interaction between her and Jonathan.

Ebony's arrival prompted Jonathan to turn and continue his path back to his office, leaving Y/n to face her friend alone.

"Y/n, wait up!" Ebony called out.

Y/n forced a smile, trying to maintain her composure despite the sudden surge of nerves. "Forgot about the tutorial too?" Ebony asked, falling into step beside her.

"Yeah, I did," Y/n replied, her tone casual as she attempted to play off the encounter with Jonathan.

Ebony's next question was inevitable, yet still caught Y/n off guard, causing her heart to race even faster. "What was that with Professor Crane just before?" Ebony asked, her curiosity evident in her tone.

Y/n's mind raced as she scrambled to come up with a plausible explanation. "U-uh, what do you mean?" she stammered, buying herself some time.

"I saw you two talking, and you hugged him. I didn't think that man was capable of hugs," Ebony remarked with a chuckle, oblivious to Y/n's inner turmoil.

Relief flooded through Y/n as she realized Ebony hadn't seemed to suspect anything unusual. However, she knew she couldn't let her guard down just yet.

"Oh, that," Y/n began, her mind racing to concoct a convincing story. "Well, he's been a huge help for me during office hours and stuff, and considering he's a psychologist, I thought I could confide in him about some personal things. He was really supportive and understanding, so I just... hugged him," she explained, her words tumbling out in a jumble.

Y/n cringed inwardly at her own explanation adn the fact that she rambled, realizing how flimsy it sounded. She hoped Ebony would buy it, but a nagging feeling of unease lingered in the back of her mind.

“Aww, well I’m glad he helped you, that’s cool,” Ebony said. “I would be so scared to talk to him, he’s just so intimidating in lectures and things, you know?” she said.

Y/n breathed an audible sigh of relief, grateful that Ebony didn't seem to suspect anything out of the ordinary. However, she knew she couldn't afford to let her guard down. She made a mental note to be more cautious in the future.

As they continued walking together, Y/n and Ebony made their way to their tutorial, their conversation shifting to lighter topics. Despite the weight lifted off her shoulders, Y/n couldn't shake the feeling of unease entirely. 

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The tutorial came to an end, and as Y/n prepared to leave, she quickly texted Jonathan, arranging to meet him down the road in his car. She couldn't risk being seen with him by anyone else. With a casual wave to people she sat with, she made her way out, only to be interrupted by Ebony.

"Ugh, this assignment is going to be the death of me," Ebony huffed as she fell into step beside Y/n.

Y/n internally cursed. "Tell me about it," she replied with a forced laugh, trying to act nonchalant.

As they exited the building together, Y/n felt a growing sense of unease. Ebony was still walking by her side, and Y/n knew she needed to steer the conversation away from any potential topics related to Jonathan.

"Are you heading to the dorms?" Ebony inquired.

Y/n quickly fabricated a response. "Actually, I'm meeting up with someone downtown," she lied smoothly.

Ebony's smile widened. "Oh, how are you getting there?"

Y/n hesitated for a moment before replying, "Um... by bus."

"Great, I can walk you to the bus stop!" Ebony offered eagerly.

Y/n appreciated Ebony's kindness, but she knew she couldn't risk it. "Are you sure? I don't want to inconvenience you," she protested.

"Nonsense, I live in the halls near the main bus terminal anyway," Ebony reassured her with a smile.

"Cool," Y/n replied awkwardly as they began to walk down the street.

As they strolled along, Y/n immediately spotted Jonathan's car, with him leaning casually against it. She was just about to discreetly message Jonathan to leave when Ebony spoke up.

"Is that Professor Crane?" Ebony asked, squinting as she tried to get a better look at the figure by the car.

"Yeah, looks like it," Y/n confirmed, trying to keep her tone casual.

"Haha, you should ask him for a ride," Ebony suggested with a playful grin.

Y/n forced a laugh, but her heart sank. "Oh, yeah, aye," she replied, her mind racing with how to handle the situation.

Meanwhile, Jonathan glanced up from his car when he heard the laughter, his expression confused as he spotted Y/n walking with someone else. Y/n shot Jonathan a glance and subtly nodded her head to the side, signaling for him to leave. Catching Y/n's signal, he quickly got back into his car and drove off. Fortunately, Ebony seemed oblivious to the exchange, only noticing Jonathan's car pulling away.

"Aww, you missed out on your ride," Ebony teased, unaware of the truth behind the situation.

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 Y/n turned to Ebony with a grateful smile, the streetlights casting a soft glow on their faces. "Thanks for walking with me, Ebony. You really didn't have to."

Ebony grinned, her expression illuminated by the ambient light. "Are you kidding me, girl?! Letting you walk alone in Gotham at this hour? It would have been a crime to leave you alone."

Y/n chuckled, appreciating her friend's concern, even though it was all based on a fabricated story. After the ordeal with Jonathan, many of her friends distanced themselves from her, leaving her feeling isolated at university. With only Jonathan by her side, the loneliness weighed heavily on her when she wasn’t at home with him. That's why Ebony's genuine concern and companionship felt like a breath of fresh air amidst the suffocating atmosphere of abandonment. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, the cool night breeze gently rustling her hair.

"Will you be okay walking back to your halls?" Y/n asked, genuinely concerned.

"Don't worry about me, I'm just around the corner," Ebony reassured her with a warm smile, her eyes reflecting the kindness that radiated from her.

"I'll see you later then," Y/n waved as Ebony turned to head back to her halls. Y/n watched her friend's retreating figure until she disappeared around the corner.

Pulling out her phone, Y/n dialed Jonathan's number, the soft glow of the screen illuminating her face in the darkness. He picked up immediately, his voice a comforting presence in the quiet night.

"Where are you?" Jonathan's voice came through the line, filled with concern.

"Down at the bus terminals," Y/n replied, her breath forming wisps in the chilly air.

"I'll come to get you," Jonathan said without hesitation, his tone reassuring and protective.

"Okay," Y/n said. With a final glance at the deserted street, she ended the call and waited for Jonathan to arrive, the anticipation tingling in her veins.

It didn’t take long for Jonathan's car pulled up outside the bus terminal. Y/n spotted his vehicle across the street and hurried over, slipping into the passenger seat. With a swift maneuver, Jonathan merged into traffic, swiftly navigating the bustling streets of Gotham.

"So..." Jonathan began.

"You don't have to worry about her, Ebony's a good girl. She probably didn't even think twice about it," Y/n reassured him.

"But how do I know that..." Jonathan's voice trailed off, his gaze fixed on the road ahead.

Y/n shot him a determined look. "You know because I said so. Leave her alone, she's fine," she insisted, sensing Jonathan's inclination towards paranoia.

Jonathan stole a glance at Y/n, his expression unreadable. "You seem quite protective of her," he remarked.

Y/n rolled her eyes. "Of course I am, she's my friend."

Jonathan's expression darkened as he kept his gaze fixed on the road ahead. "Ah, so you won't be needing me for much longer," he muttered, his tone tinged with bitterness.

Y/n's heart sank at his words, a wave of panic coursing through her veins. Her hands grew clammy, trembling with uncertainty. "You know I need you," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the hum of the car engine.

Jonathan's expression softened as he glanced briefly at Y/n, his grip on the steering wheel relaxing. "I'm sorry, that came out wrong," he said, his voice tinged with regret.

Y/n felt a surge of relief wash over her as Jonathan reached out and took her trembling hand in his own. The warmth of his touch grounded her, easing the tension that had gripped her chest. "I know you didn't mean it like that," she replied, her voice steadier now.

They fell into a comfortable silence once more, the only sound in the car the soft hum of the engine as they continued their journey together.

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So that was the little imagine part to this, but I also wanted to add a headcanon part to this~

So, as you've already seen, these two are the bOMB of keeping things under wraps. They don’t go out on dates or anything and generally avoid being out in public together.

Natrually, they get caught at uni

Y/n would be on the verge of a meltdown, convinced that this one slip-up would be it for her. She'd imagine having to disappear completely, going into hiding just to protect what little anonymity she has left.

Jonathan's first instinct would be to eliminate the witness, erasing any potential threat to their secrecy. However, Y/n surprises him by objecting, refusing to entertain the idea of harm coming to someone simply for stumbling upon their secret.

This triggers intense jealousy in Jonathan. He resents the idea of Y/n's concern for someone else's well-being, particularly when it’s her friend. He feels threatened by the possibility of anyone else having a significant place in Y/n's life, as he wants to be the sole focus of her attention and affection.

This prompts Jonathan to resort to subtle manipulation tactics. Recognizing Y/n's vulnerability around abandonment issues, he strategically suggests that she may not need him after all. His intention is to plant seeds of doubt in her mind about the importance of her friendship compared to the risk of losing him.

Other than that, Y/n may try to reassure Jonathan that everything is fine, while Jonathan might become more guarded and cautious in public settings from then on.

After the encounter, they would likely have a conversation about the incident, discussing the potential risks and how they can better avoid such situations in the future.

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A/N: Just a short imagine, I have plans for the fic that wouldn't work if they got caught caught, so I just kept it nice and pretty general while still working into the fic. I can't wait to write the next part :) I hope you enjoyed this imagine/headcanon for Office Hours/Bells and look forward to what I have to post next :P 💚

[cc-genshin]

Traveling with Wriothesley: Day 5

"So here we are at last, standing in front of that big tree." Wriothesley placed one hand on his hip, taking in the view right before their eyes. "It wasn't much of a walk." The traveler replied, wearing a casual smile on their face. Wriothesley chuckles, admiring the traveler's stamina. "Of course. Though, I'm still getting used to the feeling of walking through the sand." "Hehe, need me to carry you, oh Your Grace?" The traveler jokes around with a mischievous grin. Wriothesley plays along, mimicking their expression. "Ha, can you? Oh carry me, almighty traveler." Together, they laughed - enjoying their classic banter. After a moment of laughter, they paused to look at the view once more. "It's so beautiful... isn't it? To think that a god's remains... could leave behind such beauty." The traveler says while looking up at the tree. Wriothesley glances at the traveler, locking his eyes on them. "...Yeah, beautiful indeed."

"Here is where the previous hydro archon, Egeria, passed away." The traveler guided Wriothesley through the path leading to Amrita Pool. The Duke looks around, adoring the flowers around the scenery. "It looks so peaceful in here. And wait, is that a fairy?" Distracted by the Pari relaxing by the water, Wriothesley asked. "Hahah, no, silly. But I guess they are like fairies in a way?" The Traveler giggled, adoring Wriothesley's curiosity. "They're Pari, the creatures I told you about. It's said they're a race descending from the Divine bird, Simurgh." "Ah, I see. So they're like, hmm... Sigewinne? The Melusines came from Elynas, the dragon, right?" Wriothesley asks further, taking in the information he just learned. The traveler nods, "Yep! Kinda like that. Well, they're both a cute race, aren't they?" The traveler giggled as they beamed at the sight of the Pari. Wriothesley chuckles softly, "I suppose you're right." They focus their attention back to the Amrita pool, where Egeria rests. "I can't believe I'm standing right here... in front of our creator's resting place," Wriothesley recalls the truth about Egeria's sin - the creation of Fontaine citizens. "That's if I'm actually Fontainian." He shrugs, considering that he is an orphan, unsure of his origins. "Well, you grew up in Fontaine. You can consider her your creator... in some way." The traveler answered. "Let's wish her peace and whisper our wishes..." Wriothesley nods in agreement, both closing their eyes in silence. Paying their respect to the fallen hydro archon, Egeria.

After visiting Egeria's resting place, the two are back on track, walking through the vast land of Sumerian deserts. On their way to their next destination...

"Wait, look at our shadows! So cute." The traveler pointed out, smiling at their figures. Wriothesley nods with a smile. "You're so small. I could probably fit you in my jacket." "Hey! I'm not some pet." The traveler pouted, keeping their mood lighthearted. "Ugh, more sand in my boots," Wriothesley said as he stopped walking to shake off his leg, trying to get some sand out of his clothes. "Hehe, I did warn you about that." The traveler shrugs as they watch Wriothesley's reaction. "I have an idea. Why don't you dress like the Eremites? Their style would suit you too, I think." Wriothesley is familiar with Eremites and knows how they dress. A lightbulb pops above his head, giving him a playful thought. "Oh? You wanna see me barely covered, huh?" The Duke smirks, teasing the traveler. The thought didn't even cross their mind, but the realization made them blush. "That wasn't my intention at all!" Feeling flustered, the traveler protested. "Hahaha! How cute." Wriothesley chuckles, enjoying their companion's reaction. "But really, I dig that idea. Would be better if you pair up with me though. The Eremite style would also look good on you."

[cosmogify]

Bond Time

Woah, expanding on the Mikey lore?? It's a Christmas miracle! JIDUEVEFFEKDIEUV

This just came out of my a$$ but hopefully it's still enjoyable to read TvT

I'm also not beta reading this it's too long jcdoihevuifd.

Fic is below the cut.

Mikey had been occupying himself at the international training center for awhile.

The building stretched for miles, with its outside walls unable to be seen in sight except for what was probably the ceiling. Metallic dummies were aligned on the floor and in the air of the open shared space, some were also giant sized that tend to be placed in the back. Right now, Mikey's currently testing his endurance in the private training room he had rented.

He swerved his body to avoid the swinging limbs, its ai getting accustomed to his movements and countered his dodge with a surprise leg sweep. He managed to duck under the attack and used his tail to tangle onto the dummy's leg, feeling another sweat breaking on his skin at the close call. He quickly saw another dummy in the corner of his eye running at him, so with a swift motion he pulled the acquired mannequin with him into a rapid spin before tossing it at the other one, causing the both of them to topple down on one another and finally deactivate.

His frail lungs heaved in and out, collecting as much oxygen as he could as he hears the beeping sounds of the monitor. He took a quick glance before looking back down at the tiled floor below him. 798 points in bold white text, the same number of those dummies he had been going at since dawn. A new personal best, but it didn't make him feel any better.

His whole body was now shaking from the excessive exercise he had forced himself to pass whatever limits he had, but the jitters quickly faded from that of exhaustion and was instead replaced with more energy. Sometimes he wonders if his body also recovers his dysfunctionally high stamina and not just muscle injuries, it would make a lot more sense if that were the case. He would soon do some small hops in place before jumping into some leg stretching along with some somersaults, pondering if he should press the continue button for the nth time on the training monitor.

As soon as he was about to decide, he heard the sliding door open then closing, heels clicking against the tiles like a rhythmic metronome. He giggled lightly, not needing to see who it was that entered as his face now wore his usual smile.

"Ya know, you should at least knock before entering without permission, heh."

He teased before chuckling along with the lighthearted yet sarcastic laugh from behind him as he sensed the obvious eye roll it came with.

"Haha, sure hun. Perhaps if my name wasn't on the permission board list beforehand I would have remembered."

Stacie quipped back as she stepped with a twirl to look at her boyfriend face to face, squatting down in a cute pose with a hand supporting her chin and the other holding a mini water bottle for her fighting maniac. Her twin tails swaying languidly behind her as she hears Mic's adorable guffaw. It also seems that her angel quickly forgot what he was doing and ended up sitting down on the floor criss cross instead.

"HAHAHA touché! I should use a pad lock next time, then."

He joked before noticing the mini bottle and was about to grab it without thought, before hesitating halfway. He contemplated for a minute or so before he finally decided to take it, giving a small nod to his partner in thanks.

"Come to think of it, why's Dee not with ya? He always follows you around in crowded spaces like these.."

He opened the cap slowly as he talked and later took a few small sips of water before deciding that was already enough, quickly putting the cap back on.

"Well, Dee has been running a lot more errands as of late. Probably to take over security for his father once we're older.."

"Oh, that makes sense. Kinda forgot that you two have family history.."

They would soon sit in the training room together in silence. It wasn't tense, but it wasn't exactly comfortable either. Mikey could feel his hands clenching and unclenching on the plastic bottle, his tail swaying awkwardly beside him and his halo was spinning back and forth slightly. What else should he talk about? Thankfully Stacie was ahead of him on that.

"How...has your dad been, lately?"

She asked quietly, concern was evident in her voice and face despite her kind smile. He didn't notice until now that one of her tails was gently wrapping around his. He reciprocated it with the same gentleness on hers.

Mikey's family wasn't really a touchy subject for him, doesn't mean that talking about his dad was any easier. Heavens above, it was also the reason why he was couped up in training here the whole day.

"Uh, he's doing fine? Probably? Ugh, I honestly have no clue, ya know how absent he can be at home. I don't even know where he is now, and the rare moments he was home he, well, pretended I wasn't there. We're likely estranged at this point. I just...hope he's doing alright. I should probably find him to check up for myself."

Whether it was due to him being an angel, or that he genuinely still cared about the old man, Mikey tilted his head down almost shamefully for not thinking of doing that sooner. Maybe if he had done that, perhaps their relationship would've been better. If he was never alive to begin with-

A firm hand gently grasped onto his tricep, bringing him back to the training room with a slight scare, involuntarily tensing his shoulders up while sharply inhaling through the nose. The hold quickly lightened its grip, but it didn't let go just yet.

"Chichi..."

Her voice was delicately soft to his ears, laced with concern and worry with a small frown accompanying them. His body was slowly relaxing just by her presence. It was obvious she had devil's aroma activated on him, but it quickly dissipated the moment she spoke again.

"How about we have a little duel, to ease on with the topic? I can tell that you have a lot more to say than that."

An encouraging smile had warmed back up on her lips, tempting Mikey to go along with her idea. He couldn't help but widen his eyes in shock and blurted out with no thought.

"Wha- seriously?! You, initiating a duel? With me? I thought you never cared for dueling?"

The angel began to bombard the succubus with questions, only for them to be answered with a lighthearted giggle and soft pat on the cheek from Star's unoccupied tail to calm him down.

"Pfft, of course I don't. I'm not that kind of gal. However, I do care a lot when it involves you or Derrick, silly."

After saying so, she reluctantly lets go of Mic's arm and tail before standing up from her spot, stretching her limbs high to ready herself. Mikey couldn't stop the wide grin on his face as a fuzz-like sensation could be felt inside his chest. He wasn't sure if it was his excitement or something else entirely, but he decided that the duel is more important. He'll figure it out later.

Mic immediately jumped to his feet and started jumping and punching like a kangaroo as he waited for the invitation panel to pop up.

"Still, ya sure you want to duel with me? I'm not exactly the best matchup to go against, not to mention.."

He began to derail himself into the statistics of how his partner would be at a disadvantage by playstyle, first-hand experiences, and so on. Stacie didn't take them to heart, only dismissing them with an exaggerated eye roll. In a strange roundabout way, it shows that Mic cared for her to have a fun time.

"So you're saying you don't want to duel with lil ol' me?"

She expressed with a big pout on her lips, her finger dangling above the cancel button on the translucent pink panel beside her. That quickly got Mikey to shut his mouth and wildly waved his hands in protest.

"Wait! No no! I do want to duel! I just thought, well, it might end too fast and that wouldn't be fun for the both of us.."

He nervously began to fidget his spiked bracelets as he desperately tries (and fails) to explain himself. As much as the succubus wanted to tease him more, she decided to send the duel invitation to her beloved angel anyways, causing a light cyan panel similar to hers to pop up next to Mic.

"You're too sweet, Chichi but this isn't about cushioning me right now~ Just think of me as a listening buddy. Of course, I'll still give it my all."

She placed her hands on her hips, poised with a pompous air to her. Mikey reciprocated with a challenging smirk as he accepted the invitation.

"Oh, you know it alright. Wouldn't want it any other way."

He comfortably got into his fighting position as two health bars and mana bars appear above their heads, both sides were still as they wait patiently, staring the other down with competitive glares.

3.

2.

READY?

FIGHT

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It was now the 4th round, with Mikey in the lead with 2 to 1.

He hadn't been able to break a sweat for a while, just one more round and he'll be the winner. Even with Stacie conserving her energy as much as she could, she was having some difficulty in catching her breath. She could even feel her makeup getting slimy from the humidity but her appearance wasn't important right now. She was determined to give a good fight.

As the countdown started again, she couldn't help but giggle a bit. Of course it made Mic shoot an eyebrow up in confusion. If he had to be honest, he had been worried about Stacie after each round passed, always so unsure if she finds the fights fun. For Ares' sake they're both fighters! Why is he constantly worried about her?! Before his brain overthink any further, the round had already started which startled him slightly.

He hastily took note of Star's fast approaching figure, her manicured claws sharp as usual as she goes for an uppercut. He managed to dodge with a slight stumble before recovering it with a windmill move and leg sweeping, to which she gracefully jumped over and began to float in the air as her devil wings popped behind her.

"Hey, Chichi. Do you still remember when we first met that night? When you passed out in my backyard?"

She managed to keep her laugh in this time, placing her hands on her mouth to keep herself composed from bursting into laughter at the memory. This made the weeping angel incredibly red in the face and immediately retaliated it with a high jump kick as a knee jerk reaction, making his own wings pop out as well. Of course, Star easily dodged the predictable attack without much issue.

"I- Of course I do! Fuck! How would I forget doing something so embarrassing-? Uh no, wait why are ya bringing that up now?"

He would try to land a few punches on Star but they ended up getting blocked by her tails. Her expression became unsure, as if her next words might accidentally hurt him.

"It's just, I've been meaning to ask... What happened that time? I still remember how distressed you looked..."

His movements still for only a split second before neutralizing another tail strike by grabbing it and tossed the succubus to hit the wall on the other side of the training room to gain some distance. Discreetly, his microphone stand would slowly manifest behind him to not alert his partner.

"I... That was a long time ago, Star. It's- It's nothing important."

He began to swoop in with one hand in front of him and the other behind his back, readying to strike. However, Stacie only smirked as a small bright sphere appeared between her curved horns, quickly building up to emit a high concentrated energy beam in his direction. As Mikey would dodge, the beam would follow him and gives Stacie some leeway to corner him.

"Maybe, but as your girlfriend and teammate I want to know more about you. You're always so secretive about your family, did you know that?"

As the mic stand fully manifested, it was soon spinning within his hands and would slash the energy beam in two. Except, this gave Stacie an opening to him with a surprise heel kick to the chest. Unable to react in time, it sent him backwards to the wall opposite of Stacie's.

"It's about time we should break some boundaries between us. I know our family species despise each other, and you probably have your own reservations on that too. But hey, no better way to vent than to a demon, right?"

She would give him a playful wink, causing her angel to chuckle involuntarily despite the jolts of pain on his back. He stayed on the wall for a while as Stacie summoned a heart shaped shockwave. As it was about to hit him, he quickly flew to the side and accelerated towards the succubus.

"Alright, I'll take up that offer then"

Although she expected him to be more aggressive, she didn't expect to be fighting against a blur. One moment she was able to get a glimpse of him before immediately losing track of him. It was overwhelming to say the least, she can somewhat relate to how people feel when against her boyfriend now. All Stacie could at the moment now was observe, deflect and dodge until she finds another opening.

"Dad was a having a rough time at work as usual. Being the nosy kid I was, I wanted to help him in some way."

She was able to dodge a few incoming arrow soundwaves, its reverb shaking the room slightly. Using the color of the arrow however, she was likely able to pinpoint Mic's pattern of direction. Using her tails for extra speed, she managed to catch up to his level and strike him with her claws. Mic reciprocates it with a guitar bash.

"He didn't like that I was cleaning up his office, and kicked me out of the house for the night to learn not to mess with other people's stuff."

Soon enough, the two were blitzing everywhere in the room, parrying each other's attacks each time they collide. They would both wind up their attacks once again before striking at the same time, causing the air to be blown away from them.

"Kinda ironic huh?"

Stacie couldn't but help but let out a somber giggle.

"Yea, your dad sounds like a piece of work."

She had to agree, why would a guardian angel of all creatures kick out their child out of their own home? That's basically going against your whole existence. . .unless he's. . .

"Look alive Star!"

As she would bring herself back to reality, it was already too late. His tail coiled around her torso and was soon wrestled to ground, the impact causing her to choke out the oxygen in her lungs as her health bar reached to zero. She can hear the match bell chiming in her head, and the text of 'DEFEAT' in front of her eyes. Despite her current state on floor, she gave a weak smile to the man crouching above her.

"Congrats Chichi, another winning streak to your profile for the championship!"

"Come on, Star! It was training match so it doesn't count, haha!"

The couple was soon in a laughing fit with each other, before Mic placed his forehead on his tired partner's, rubbing them together intimately, at least he thinks so.

"Seriously though, I appreciate the duel we had... I feel a bit better now."

"Of course, hun. Always remember I'm here for you. I love you, so much."

Hearing those three letters together, Mic's cheeks began to grow a blushing red. Despite having heard her or Derrick say those words to him directly in some occasions, it still makes him embarrassed to think he would be loved by anyone. He unconsciously pulled his jacket hood over his head to cover his reddening face.

"Geez, you're so sappy sometimes I swear.."

"Why thank you, Chichi~ I am an expert sapper after all~"

Before they could continue their banter the door had slid open again, alerting the two to the scaley newcomer carrying what looks like a minigun case. He looked around the damaged room incredulously before looking back at his two partners.

"Oi, were you two fucks seriously fighting while I was out? Fuckin hell, Mic."

"Sorry man! Star was inviting me to a duel! How could I say no?"

"Really now? Damn, had been wanting to out this minigun on ya too, but I guess that'll wait."

Mic only pouted in annoyance at that as Derrick walked up to the two to check if Stacie was injured, of course he wouldn't ask something like that out loud. Such a tsundere, the two thought.

"Oh Dee, I'm fine now. Just needed some rest and I'll good as-?!"

She was suddenly picked up bridal style as she was then carried to a steel bench near the door, sitting her up carefully to not give any more injuries than she might already have.

"If you're gonna rest, sit somewhere that's not the floor next time"

He spoke with a muffle to his sentence, his cheeks lightly dusted in pink. His tail claw unconsciously combed through her messy hair, untangling any fringes that have gotten stuck together.

"You too, dumbass"

Mic slightly jumped at being called out all of a sudden whilst getting stared down by the dino. Hesitantly, he quickly rushed to Derrick's side and sat next to him, his tail swaying behind him with uncertainty before he also got picked and was placed on the taller man's lap, his head lazily placed on top of Mic's head and cap. The angel unconsciously dimmed his halo for his partner so he doesn't get partial blindness.

"...did you two have fun at least..?"

And with that, Mic began to ramble on how the fight had played out, exaggerating a few moments here and there for exciting imagery.

Yea, they'll probably be there for a while.

[kirkirk]

Charade Maniacs Tokuten Translation - Free spirits' lunch conditions [自由人のお昼事情]

Before you read: This is my first time doing translations like this, so, if you see any mistake/typo/incorrect part, please tell me and I’ll change it as soon as possible! I had a hard time figuring out some lines, so do take everything with a grain of salt. I really fell in love with Charade Maniacs, so I think it would be awesome to gather a little community of translators. The game doesn’t have that many tokuten, we could be done in a heartbeat. Also, English isn’t my first language either and that means some lines may sound unnatural. Rant over, this CD features Gyoubu, Futami, and Haiji. It’s pretty lighthearted and that means post-game therapy ^^

FUTAMI: Oh! You’re here. I would like to thank you for coming, but…

GYOUBU: This CD is a Charade Maniacs store tokuten, that means there could be spoilers from the game’s main story, but… you’ve already played it, right?

HAIJI: We want the people that still haven’t played the main story to come here afterwards.

FUTAMI: If it doesn’t bother you, you’re good to go. This warning is just in case.

HAIJI: I bet you’ll get hungry too, prepare some snacks and come, okay?

GYOUBU: I heard that we will be in the kitchen for a while…

FUTAMI: You two, weren’t we in the middle of a spoiler warning? Well, whatever. If you don’t have a problem, please wait a second-

FUTAMI: Charade Maniacs store tokuten drama CD – Lunch conditions for free spirits. Let’s begin.

(Music starts)

GYOUBU: Gaaagh, I’m so hungry!! Kei-chan, give me some food!

FUTAMI: Hey, Gyoubu. If you are searching for Ebana, he’s not here.

GYOUBU: Oh? Ryoichi? Why isn’t he here?

FUTAMI: You know he doesn’t live in the kitchen, right? Lunch was a long time ago.

GYOUBU: I played games the whole night, so I was sleeping in my room until just now. If I don’t eat something quick, I will starve to death.

FUTAMI: You were up all night again? …hey, why are you rummaging around?

GYOUBU: Agh… I was thinking there could still be some leftovers in the fridge, but…

FUTAMI: Since you didn’t wait for permission to start hunting for food, Ebana will get mad when he comes back, you know that, right?

GYOUBU: That’s alright, alright! I won’t be afraid even if he gets angry at me. I mean, I find it funny how he’s always acting so cold (1), doesn’t that make you want to tease him more?

FUTAMI: Hahaha…

GYOUBU: So… There was nothing left. What.

FUTAMI: Yeah, we had gratin today. Someone must have eaten what was left.

GYOUBU: Gratin?! Uwaaaagh, I bet Kei-chan’s gratin is delicious.

FUTAMI: Actually, it was pretty great. You were the only one that wasn’t here for it.

GYOUBU: Eeeh… Then I wonder why you didn’t leave me my plate…

HAIJI: Oh! …just you two?

FUTAMI: Haiji! As you can see, Gyoubu and I are the only ones here.

GYOUBU: Yes, yes. Also, there is a possibility I starve and die right here and now.

HAIJI: Is that so…? I was hungry too, is there nothing left?

GYOUBU: Hmm, I’ve been inspecting the fridge for a while, but there doesn’t seem to be anything edible there...

HAIJI: Ok… Then, should we do it ourselves?

GYOUBU: It’s a pain, but I guess we don’t have any other choice, huh. Aww, if only Kei-chan were here, I would have come out of bed and eaten right away.

HAIJI: So, what should we do?

GYOUBU: Me, me! I think I crave sakuramochi!

FUTAMI: Sakuramochi? Isn’t that too specific?

GYOUBU: I like it, weren’t the ones we had the other day great? So that’s why I want them again, I guess.

HAIJI: Mhmm, those were really good.

FUTAMI: I understand, but isn’t that a little bit too difficult for amateurs like us?

HAIJI: Does anyone know the recipe?

FUTAMI: Obviously, I don’t.

GYOUBU: Me neither!

HAIJI: I don’t either.

FUTAMI: I’m sorry, but let’s not go with sakuramochi. Even if we managed to make them, I doubt we would get the same flavor.

GYOUBU: Eeeeeeeeeeeh…

FUTAMI: You are about to say that you will eat them even if we failed? You can try to pull that one if you want to, but...

GYOUBU: Okay, let’s do something else!

FUTAMI: Ahahaha…

GYOUBU: Haiji, what do you want to eat?

HAIJI: I…, ice cream would be good.

GYOUBU: Just as I thought, I knew you would say that. Still, if we are talking about ice cream, the freezer if full of them, why bother making it ourselves? It’s not necessary.

HAIJI: I get it…, then how about cream puffs or apple pies?

GYOUBU: Those are the ones she's made before...

HAIJI: Yes! They taste good!

GYOUBU: From her repertoire, I’d want to have strawberry daifukus…

FUTAMI: You're only bringing up difficult dishes.

GYOUBU: And I wonder, wouldn’t Ryoichi Mr. Adult be able to help out...? (2)

FUTAMI: Hey, hey, don’t be ridiculous…! Anyways, why only desserts? Since we are talking about lunch, we should do something more normal.

HAIJI: Normal?

FUTAMI: Yes, like oyakodon or soborodon. Usually, I’m able to cook those.

GYOUBU: Meeeh? Aren’t those TOO normal?

FUTAMI: Too normal? What do you even want for lunch?!

GYOUBU: Since we are the ones cooking, I want something fun. That means the process will be entertaining too, right?

FUTAMI: You say ‘something fun’, but…!

GYOUBU: What do you think about those, the crepes that Kei-chan did the other day!

FUTAMI: I guess we are returning to deserts.

GYOUBU: Those guys… You could fill the crepes with anything you liked, just like a makizushi party, wasn’t it good? (3)

FUTAMI: Okay, that was quite fun.

GYOUBU: To think that I still haven’t forgotten about the one filled with matcha cream and red bean paste that I had!

HAIJI: I filled mine with lots of cream, chocolate and ice cream! It was so fun, I’d like to try it again.

FUTAMI: But that’s such a huge dish, Ebana will get mad for sure if he sees we’ve used that many ingredients without permission.

GYOUBU: Heeey, come on, let’s go with crepes! Haiji, you want to do so too, right?

HAIJI: Actually, I’m okay with it just being edible. I’m starving…

GYOUBU: A treason in broad daylight?!

FUTAMI: Hey, Gyoubu, we’re making it together, right? Today you’ll have to settle yourself with oyakodon.

GYOUBU: If there is no choice… I’ll accept your food today,

Ryoichi.

FUTAMI: Haha, thanks… Okay, I’ll have it done in a minute.

HAIJI: Hey, what goes into oyakodon?

FUTAMI: Eggs, chicken, and onions… There are still rice leftovers in the cooker, so I can season it afterwards.

HAIJI: Ooooh…

FUTAMI: I’ll prepare the pan and utensils. Haiji, would you mind bringing the ingredients I’ve just said?

HAIJI: Yes! Understood.

(Moving cookware SFX)

HAIJI: Huff… I put there all those things you mentioned. Is this okay?

FUTAMI: It’s true. You’re great, aren’t you? Compared with Gyoubu…, what are you even doing in that corner?

GYOUBU: It’s a game!

FUTAMI: How can you say it with such confidence.

GYOUBU: I’m not that good at cooking, so I thought I’d just play while you were at it. My role here would be eating.

FUTAMI: You were the one that requested this, how about you help a little bit? Even if you are bad at it, it’d be better if you could at least do something.

GYOUBU: Oh, that’s not a problem. One day, I will get a cute wife from whom I will ask for all of my meals.

FUTAMI: I think that wife would be happier with a man that knew how to cook.

GYOUBU: Aww, so that’s how it is… By the way, what are you making Haiji do?

FUTAMI: Ummm, could you peel the onions? Only the brown part.

HAIJI: Got it!

FUTAMI: Now, Gyoubu, you too. You can do as far as cracking and scrambling the eggs, right?

GYOUBU: Well, I guess I’m able to do that…

(More cooking SFX)

GYOUBU: Ryoichi, you are surprisingly good at this, aren’t you?

FUTAMI: Is that so? Since I live alone, I always cook for myself.

GYOUBU: Living alone, huh… That much freedom sure would be good.

FUTAMI: I might be free, yes, but, in exchange, there is a lot of stuff to do! Laundry, cleaning…, there is no other option but to do it yourself.

HAIJI: You do everything alone? That’s amazing…

FUTAMI: That’s just how it is.

(Frying SFX)

GYOUBU: Oh! That smells goooood…

FUTAMI: Riiight? Wait, Gyoubu, what are you putting in there?

GYOUBU: What? Tsubuan?

FUTAMI: You said it like it isn’t a big deal, why tsubuan?

GYOUBU: I guess I’m really in the mood for traditional sweets today. The crepe talk a while ago didn’t help either.

FUTAMI: Now that you say that…, strawberry daifuku and sakuramochi, those were both traditional Japanese sweets!!! That was your plan all along!

HAIJI: I like red bean paste too, if we use it, it could taste very good maybe…

FUTAMI: It doesn’t matter how many times you say it, I’m not putting that in the oyakodon.

GYOUBU: Ryoichi, look, life is a challenge.

FUTAMI: I get it, I’ll do something like that for dessert, but, please, let me cook the oyakodon normally!

GYOUBU: Oh, really…?

FUTAMI: Yes, it won’t be as good as Ebana’s would be though.

(Cooking SFX)

FUTAMI: Now all that’s left is serving the rice, then place some chopped green onions and… Alright! It’s done.

GYOUBU: You actually did it…

HAIJI: Looks tasty…!

FUTAMI: Come on, you two, eat it before it gets cold.

HAIJI: Yes…

GYOUBU: Okaaaaaaay!

HAIJI: Mhmmh, this is really delicious.

GYOUBU: Mhmhm! Even better than the ones you buy frozen. You left me wanting seconds. Ryoichi, aren’t you able to be a great bride?

FUTAMI: What am I supposed to do with that skill? Well…, as requested, I made you red bean soup with mochi, so make sure you finish it too.

GYOUBU: Did you really…?

FUTAMI: That’s because you wouldn’t stop asking for red bean paste!

HAIJI: Hey, about the discussion you were having… Can you become a bride even if you are a man?

FUTAMI: That is indeed impossible. I would be a groom, but still…

HAIJI: Oh…, okay.

GYOUBU: Nevertheless, we are trapped. I sure hope we don't have to spend the rest of our lives here...

FUTAMI: I wonder… When we gather enough points, we might be able to escape. But we still don’t know how much time it will take.

GYOUBU: Well, if it gets to that, I might ask her to marry me.

FUTAMI: Huh?!

HAIJI: Then I want her to marry me too.

GYOUBU: Obviously, sharing her is out of the picture so we have to decide who’s going to marry her, right?

HAIJI: I assume we can’t decide it with rock-paper-scissors…?

GYOUBU: Then we would have the answer too soon…! I think there should be better ways to settle this.

HAIJI: Oh…

FUTAMI: Hey, hey, don’t be so reckless. You must take her feelings into consideration too!

GYOUBU: Either way, I think the fastest we choose, the better. Taking into consideration our circumstances, that’s it.

FUTAMI: You should be worrying about her answer!

GYOUBU: Wait, then you don’t want her to be your wife?

FUTAMI: That’s not what I meant. I just feel you need to become closer to her before jumping into those questions.

GYOUBU: Isn’t that too tedious?

HAIJI: I think we already are close enough though…

FUTAMI: Is this really how the youth thinks nowadays? Well, you are free to think that you want to marry her, but…, for now, just don’t mention it in front of Banjo.

GYOUBU: If this conversation reached Tomo's ears we would really be in trouble, right…

HAIJI: Does that mean we can talk to her about it? Then, I’m going…

GYOUBU: Talk to her about what?

HAIJI: That I would like her as my wife, yes…

FUTAMI: Hey!!!!

GYOUBU: Doesn’t that sound entertaining?! Can I go watch you?

HAIJI: Yeah, no biggie…

FUTAMI: Gyoubu, wait! You’ve just called it ‘entertaining’, didn’t you?!

GYOUBU: What are you talking about? I genuinely just want to watch over the ripening of Haiji’s love…!

FUTAMI: You just want to have fun after all.

GYOUBU: Aaaaaagh!

HAIJI: Then, I’ll be going now….

GYOUBU: Wait, wait, I’m coming too!

FUTAMI: Hey! You two! Wait a-! Aaaaagh… There is nothing one can do with them… I mean, I made it because they said they wanted to eat it…, what do I do with the red bean soup?!

Translator Notes: (1) He literally calls him tsuntsun (2) He says ‘Ryoichi the adult’, but I felt Ryoichi Mr Adult helped convey his teasing tone 😊 (3) A ‘makizushi party’ is an event where a host teaches the guests how to roll and fill their own sushi rolls (if they don’t know) and everyone comes up with their own versions. I only translated the honorifics when Gyoubu used -chan.

Personal comment: This was a very fun one to do, I especially loved Futami’s dynamics with those two. We didn’t see him interacting that much with Haiji in-game, so I was quite surprised when I heard how softly he spoke to him compared with when he addressed Gyoubu. Again, if you see any errors, don't hesitate to reach out!!! alsothefoodnameswereanightmareohmygod

[onlyswan]

Hello! It's been a while since the last ask that I have sent here but I just want to drop by and join your annual survey because this is my favorite place on the internet and I want to wish everybody especially you, art, a warm and fulfilling holidays and eat your favorite foods! Hehehe So for the first question, as to what is your favorite/s from the drabbles i've put out this year (second in which collection)?

here are my top 5 in no particular order:

in which you make jungkook’s world spin and you tend to… make him a little too dizzy

I love this one because of how you perfectly crafted situations where in playfulness and mischief is something being celebrated, it is a lighthearted read and such a breathe of fresh air and made me so sentimental that after reading it, I just pictured in my mind that I was looking at both of them fondly and their rough years flashed through my mind and it's just, really, thank god they have each other.

in which jungkook can’t sleep, and he can’t stop kissing you either

This one is kind of understood because seeing a hopeless romantic jungkook be inlove and affectionate and not holding back and just being himself is like a blessing. I also feel giddy with the way he teases oc and be like "I look hot like this, take a picture" hahaha gosh! I miss him so much.

n which jungkook is one of your greatest fears and you’re his achilles’ heel

I love this. I REALLY LOVE THIS. I am not really the type to like suffering through literature but knowing oc and jungkook's lore - I think I have said this before - it is the kind of pain that makes the love and happiness and the time after the drought more worth it. Like, I remember your words saying something along the lines of that kind of pain exists in a place full of love - or is it vice versa but you get what I mean, right? Like you fill my heart with so much love that it grew larger than what ribcage can accomodate but it's okay, that is what it is for.

in which jungkook loves to see you smile and you are the god of mischief

This one feels like a core memory for some reason. Like a funny inside joke or memory that would always be fun to relive and retell every time. I know that this one is kind of like a silly little moment they have but I just can't help but interpret their words and action into some kind of having a deep meaning or something. Oh gosh, they just make me feel so sappy and sentimental all the time. ALso this one is memorable because I remember wanting to read this again before and I couldn't find it anywhere. Hahaha!

in which jungkook can sleep without you, but he’d rather not to

Last on the list is of course, the one where we see one of the most vulnerable moment of jungkook. I love how you use his cute antics and translating in a metaphorical way. It is such a very Artemis way kind of writing but you just never fail to excite me on your million ways of using your words and weaving it into something that feels like it should be written in flower themed scented paper and to be sent to the love of your life. It is crazy how vulnerability doesn't seem so scary when it is with the right person, no? This drabble made me want to be in jungkook's shoes, being brave enough to ask for love because you know you will never be shamed for it.

Second is for the question themes, lines, paragraphs, or scenes that stood out to you?

you guess nothing much has changed. you’re still afraid of jungkook and his power to take away the sun, just as he did before, and you deeply despise being afraid. you don’t like it when the walls are closing in on you, poisoning your mind into believing that you’re small when the heart inside your chest burns with a fire brighter than that of the damn sun.

This paragraph broke in many ways possible. I love the degrees of pain describe with every sentences and how the pain just double down with every stop of words and then it starts again. You have me audibly gasping for air because your choice of words are painting a clear picture in my mind.

for the jungkook of today, control is an abandoned form of self-destruction and he can tell you in confidence that ‘here i am in all my glory. there are unfixable, fractured parts of me and i am laying them out on the floor for you to see- you can take me or leave me, but i know you’ll always choose the former’ and ‘i am stubborn and i do not give up’ and ‘i want to buy a house in the countryside with you’ and most of all ‘i need your love.’

This is what I'm talking about from the previous question. But the reason why I adore this part so much is because I could identify that this paragraph was written by you but at the same time I also know that these thoughts are very much jungkook-like. It is you are transcripting jungkook's every hearbeat. I love love love this! * I have so many favorites that I want to talk about but this is the only free time that I have and I still have so much to say.

For the next question about who is your favorite character, oc or jungkook?

I would love to say both of them but in a perspective of the way it was written, I would say that you should be applauded and talked about on how you created such a complex character as oc. That is such an exceptional character, unique, and well thought out that many of us can see oc in different forms and shapes such as songs, things, people, and ideas. I know how oc is a reader insert but as for me, it feels as though as a reader, I am playing an established character with their own personality and characteristics. It feels like in a movie? It is like you know when an album is so good and resonates with a lot of people but they make it their own?

I would just answer the last two questions in one! hehehe

For the year? I'm really but with numbers so I would just say that I would love to see the beginning of their relationship? I want to see yearning, the adjustments, the unsure glances and nervousness around each other, all the giddy stuffs but also I want to see and understand how it must've been hard for them especially on jungkook deciding on whether to continue whatever they have or just you know end it because of the kind of life he is living. Like I really really want to see how it wrecked him everytime to the point that he impulsively decided to fuck it, I have to save the love of life from me. *Ok, I take back what I said, I think I really am a sucker for angst. I am just indenial. Hahahaha!

Also, I really love and adore seeing oc's choice of clothes and their style because I love fashion and I love how a character's style explains so much of their character. That is one thing I love the most about visual media!!!! And I can say that whenever I picture oc in my mind, I could really understand how their wardrobe choices explains their personality. So I would say that I would choose spring and/ or autumn! Because oc should be able to wear skirts without freezing to death!! ok?! hahahaha kidding!

This is so fun! Thank you for the fun ride this year, Art! I am so looking forward for the next year together as a little school of angel fishes! Hahahaha! Again, happy holidays!

Love, ˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚˚⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

swan anonie! oh my gosh thank you for answering lil survey with so much kindness and enthusiasm 😭💞 i don’t even know what to say AAAAAAA i’ve just been smiling the whole time that i read your words :")

It is such a very Artemis way kind of writing but you just never fail to excite me on your million ways of using your words and weaving it into something that feels like it should be written in flower themed scented paper and to be sent to the love of your life.

oh i’m about to burst into tears??? my writing being described in such a pretty way makes me sooooo freaking happy 😭

It is you are transcripting jungkook's every hearbeat.

you know when physical books have one liner reviews on the back cover? if the in which series was a book i’d want this line to be there 🥺

I would say that you should be applauded and talked about on how you created such a complex character as oc. That is such an exceptional character, unique, and well thought out that many of us can see oc in different forms and shapes such as songs, things, people, and ideas.

i guess i’ve never really comprehended it that way T_T i got so surprised and overwhelmed when i began receiving so many asks talking about oc and how this and that reminded them of oc. i love you guys!! to think that i’ve created a character that is memorable in such a way 🥺 waaaaa

It feels like in a movie? It is like you know when an album is so good and resonates with a lot of people but they make it their own?

that is such a cool way to describe it :") THANK YOU

Because oc should be able to wear skirts without freezing to death!! ok?!

HELP 😭😭😭😭😭😭 #saveocfromwinter

something i also didn’t expect is for oc’s fashion to get attention bUT i’m so geeked about it because i love fashion LOL thank you so much for hyping oc (and jungkook) up and making me excited to write more for you guys 🥹💗

I am so looking forward for the next year together as a little school of angel fishes!

my angel fishes <333 i love you and i can’t wait for next year’s survey too hehehe. i hope you enjoy the rest of the holidays! stay safe and be happy always 🫂🎆

[elly-hiddlesherloki]

Thanks for the tag, I'm not entirely sure how you're supposed to pick, but I'm gonna choose 10 characters!

Loki (obv)

gosh I love him, I could probably go on for ages about him. I first saw him in Avengers back in October of 2012 and I have been smitten since. I was crushing on a different character (casually) at the time and Loki showed up in his suit and I just ??? well I've been here 12 years now...

2. Jason Todd

difficult to do this because looking for a picture means I have to search for one and that is very distracting. Oh man, so Jensen Ackles voiced him in UTRH and like? that helped? but then he was just so snarky and funny and intelligent and just outmastered Batman and then I went comic looking and video game looking and he's beautiful??

3. Batman

my casual crush before Loki. I dunno, his voice is just beautiful and I guess I love voices more than anything in the world. Yes most people think his Batman voice is dumb (I acknowledge) but gosh do I love it. I watched the Dark Knight from halfway through at a store back when it first came out on DVD (the truck scene) and I was just enamored.

4. Legolas

I like gushing about my favorites, no lie. But Legolas was my second love from babyhood (or as far back as I can remember). I thought he was so badass and I've always thought archery was fun. I really need to try rereading the books - I have an eye tracking problem that makes some books hard to read and welp... I also named my Build-A-Bear bunny after him (much to the teasing by my brother)

5. Darth Vader

my first love (hahah) but seriously, since I saw the movies when I was like 4? Darth Vader was my favorite, I don't know what brought it about (other than the voice thing) but my goodness... to this day, I still have a soft spot for him. (and humorously enough, I hated Anakin who is Darth Vader, but not as cool as Darth Vader in child me's eyes, very complicated, I know.) Darth Vader beanie baby would always beat up Luke beanie and team up with (self insert) Leia beanie and be cool. This is wholesome memories, glad to share.

6. Meg Masters

Sorry, this is male heavy list, but I adore Rachel Miner and her portrayal of Meg. I got to meet her at a con and she was amazing. The character is beautiful and clever and snarky (and no lie, the voice), she's just been a wonderful unicorn of positivity for me, and I appreciate her to today.

7. Halt (Ranger's Apprentice)

Little bit obscure, but I loved him so much. I even wrote the author (hahaha) when I learned he was going to write a book called "Halt's Peril". Was a great, wholesome, lighthearted but still adventurous enough series that was just great growing up.

8. Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

Another voice one I'm certain. I have a dear friend I've made because of him (many other dear friends from other characters, but they came to mind and I appreciate them) I can't think so well to gush about him right now, but c'mon, the dad vibes, the badassery, just good fun Star Wars fun.

9. Dean Winchester

Alright, I can't really go without including Jensen Ackles' Dean Winchester (voice again). Supernatural has its flaws, but it's been great seeing it grow on Tumblr as I've aged, and Dean was my favorite brother (though Cas is a close tie).

10. Hit-Girl

This was harder to choose, but while I didn't enjoy the comics as much (a little too dark) the soundtrack for Kickass was amazing, and it was a fun plot. Messed up, definitely, lots of swearing, way violent, but a bamf 12 year old just was so cool. Terribly inappropriate but it's one of my favorites regardless.

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Oh man this was fun, who to tag? :o feel free to join in, sorry if it's a repeat tag and I'm so sorry that I'm limited to 10 people: @makerofrunevests @dinmadness @galaxythreads @frenchkissogram @butterflies-and-bumble-bees @smokeyloki @lokis-bad-ass-sister @lida-y @schrodingers-blursed-kitty @batbyte-alghul

Feel free to ignore, but I had a lot of fun reminiscing, dunno if I did it right but these are some of my favorite characters :)

10 Fandoms, 10 Characters, 10 Tags

Thank you so much @idle-brit for tagging me!This was lots of fun :) 💖

My tags: @delyth88, @elymusplant, @galaxythreads, @chemical-processes. No pressure to answer, of course :)

1. Loki (MCU)

As much as I love everyone on this list, there is absolutely no competition for number 1. Loki has been my favourite character of all time for nearly 6 years now (because clearly the best time to join someone's fandom is after they've just been murdered), and is showing absolutely no signs of being replaced anytime soon. I have a Loki blog, for god's sake. The brodinsons are my favourite relationship in any kind of media, ever. I love them so, so much. Loki's a million different things and feelings, all at the same time, all fighting with each other, which makes for a wonderfully complex and nuanced character. Also, he's hilarious. Look at that eye roll. This is a man who hates his life, which makes me feel better about mine. Thanks, Loki.

2. Klaus Hargreeves (The Umbrella Academy)

As will become obvious throughout this list, I love me an emotionally traumatised crazy person. Klaus is that. One of the characters who makes me laugh the most, ever, show-stopping dress sense, and a bucketload of unresolved trauma which goes largely ignored by Klaus, the other characters and the narrative itself? It was love at first sight. Their banter with the other characters, especially Ghost Ben (rip) is one of my favourite aspects of the show. Here's to hoping that Klaus won't be getting the Allison treatment in season 4!

3. Pippa Fitz-Amobi (A Good Girl's Guide to Murder)

I binge-read the entire AGGTM series earlier this year, and instantly fell in love with it. Pip is one of my favourite protagonists ever. Impossibly clever, compassionate, obsessive, badass, and a teensy bit unhinged. What's not to love? I would die for her. I'd say that I'd kill for her, but I think she's got that covered. I think she's written in a very realistic way, firstly as a genius 17 year old girl who doesn't really know what she's getting into, and later as a haunted individual who wants to stop investigating but can't. The way she politely knocks on people's front doors to dig up their traumas, accuse them of murder and all-round ruin their lives is everything to me. She is my blorbo. I am so, so excited for the show to come out, and I'm sure that Emma Myers will do a wonderful job as Pip!

4. Katniss Everdeen (The Hunger Games)

One of the best-written characters, in one of the best-written series ever. Reading from her perspective is such a delight- she's endlessly suspicious of everyone around her, constantly on survival mode, trusting very few people and relying on exactly no one (to begin with, at least). She's a random teenage girl, from the poorest district, and she wins the Hunger Games. She's so mentally unstable that she has to be sedated, and still she's made to be the face of a rebellion. She's rude, and kind of unlikeable. She adopts all the weakest tributes, at risk to herself, knowing that they won't win. She's doomed to fail by the narrative. She's the it girl of 2010s dystopian YA fiction. Jennifer Lawrence is an amazing actress, who does a beautiful job portraying the depth and conflict of Katniss in the films. The themes and social commentary of the Hunger Games is one of its (many) strong points, and I am so so glad that people are talking about it again, because it is my favourite book series out there.

5. Mitchell Pritchett (Modern Family)

I have no idea what to say about this man, I just love him. He just like me fr. What an icon. Impeccable music taste. I've started saying, "no my god" now, and nobody understands what I'm talking about. Even in a sitcom, my favourite is the one with issues that he refuses to talk about or fix. The episode where he's trying to hide that he dressed up as spiderman makes me cry-laugh. Claire's speech at his wedding makes me just cry. He's not a perfect man, but he's certainly better than everyone else.

6. Shin Tsukimi (Your Turn to Die)

My favourite cringefail loser! I said Katniss was doomed by the narrative in a metaphorical way. This idiot is actually doomed.

No but in all seriousness, I do really love him. Before the beginning of the game, he was just a relatively normal young man- but, when confronted with the inevitability of his own death, he made himself into a monster to survive. He has a violent vendetta against the local badass teenage girl, who is traumatised as hell already and does not need Shin chipping in as well, thank you very much. I love his relationship with Kanna, his biological sister; how he uses her, manipulates her, and still cares for her so much that he dies for her with a smile on his face in the Emotion route. Conversely, in the Logic route, his actions are a direct cause of her death, and I just love how much YTTD hates siblings. I hope that his past with Midori is explored more in either a mini-episode or the final part of the game, because I find it sooo interesting. I'm super excited to see whether he actually has no chance of survival, or whether he makes it out, against the odds, on one of the routes. He's a bit useless, so I won't get my hopes up.

7. Rue Bennett (Euphoria)

I think it goes without saying that Euphoria has its issues, lol. Sam Levinson is an idiot. While a lot of the show (especially season 2) feels shallow and like it doesn't care about its characters, Rue's storylines always have heart and depth and I am so invested in her arc. It's no wonder that Zendaya won 2 Emmys for this role, because her acting is phenomenal! Rue feels so real to me, in the way that she's trying so hard to stay sober but she falls down and relapses time and time again. Recovery isn't linear, but she's getting there, and I adore her with all my heart. Her relationships with Lexi, her mother, her sister, and her sponsor, Ali, are my favourites, and the healthiest for her, in my opinion. Her brief friendship/ romance with Jules may have kept her more solidly sober than anything else in the show, but Jules (understandably) cracks under the pressure of Rue's mental health, and can't be there for her. Rue needs to heal for herself, which she appears to be doing at the end of S2.

8. Max Mayfield (Stranger Things)

Duffer brothers, please just let her be happy.

Despite only being introduced in Season 2, Max has, in my opinion, had the best character development out of everyone on the show. Her growth from someone standoffish, rude, and uninterested in the group (maybe I'm being a bit harsh. She was, like, 12) to someone who is willing to risk her life to help her friends and Hawkins means so much to me. The scene in "Dear Billy" (S4, Ep4) where she escapes from Vecna remains my favourite in the whole show and will probably be burned into my brain forever. Her relationships with Lucas and El are very sweet, and some of my favourites in Stranger Things. Her final line in S4, after all her struggles over the season, being that she doesn't want to die literally breaks my heart. I hope she gets some degree of a happy ending in the final season. She was my first profile picture when I joined this hellsite, and I love her a lot.

9. Anne Shirley (Anne of Green Gables)

The shenanigans that this girl gets up to never fail to make me laugh. The bit where she accidentally dyes her hair green and then has to hack it all off makes me feel awful for her, but. it's hilarious. Sorry, Anne. Her friendship with Diana is so sweet but also so funny to me because they really are the most chaotic duo of the 1880s. The scene where Anne accidentally gives her alcohol instead of fruit juice is so mortifying but so, so funny. Amidst all of the insane situations that Anne gets into are a lot of really heartwarming moments and relationships. Matthew and Marilla adopting Anne, even though they wanted a boy, because she's so endearing and alone in the world is probably what made me who I am today. I still haven't gotten around to watching Anne with an E, but I've heard it's amazing. I look forward to watching it when I have the time :).

10. Daphne Blake (Scooby Doo)

My first ever favourite character! Another one who I don't have a tonne to say about. She's an icon, she's a legend, and she is the moment. She has done nothing wrong, ever. She knows martial arts, so watch out.

Honourable mentions: Thor (MCU), Finnick Odair (The Hunger Games), Gretchen Weiners (Mean Girls), Jake Peralta (Brooklyn 99), Maurice Moss (The IT Crowd), The Eleventh Doctor (Doctor Who), James (The End of the F***ing World), Ali Abdul (Squid Game).

If you read all of this then thanks, and have a great day!

[fangirlika]

Hello! I don't know if you're up to writing smut (if not you can just ignore it haha), but maybe you could write something about reader not being very experienced and Charles, for teaching purposes, offers her some private lessons/tutoring, letting her do whatever she wants to him? Not in super kinky way, just getting to know his body and kind of exploring it ^^

sweet and hot at the same time, we love to see it! Loved the “for teaching purposes” hahaha Thank you for your request, I hope you like it!

Learning Hours

MASTERLIST

pairing: Charles Leclerc x female!reader

summary: you and Charles have been friends for a long time, however, the sexual tension between the two of you was there pretty much since the beginning. It was just that Charles, in contrast to you, was a lot more experienced. Time to share the knowledge, right?

warnings: nsfw, smut, porn with a little plot lol, oral (m receiving), typos probably

a/n: I got carried away with this ahhh I hope you enjoy it

“Oh come on, Y/n!”, Charles said as he sat on your bed, his head leaning against the headboard. “When was the last time you got laid? Last weekend?”

For context, the two of you somehow ended up in a conversation about how often the other one had sex over the past year. It was a joke, a lighthearted conversation between you guys.

You and Charles had been friends for what felt like a lifetime, hence, you were comfortable with him no matter what topic you were talking about.

In Charles' case it was no secret that he had his fair share of one night stands, girls he was seeing for a longer time and also two actual relationships over the past years. You couldn’t blame any of the girls he was with, that man is too gorgeous for his own good.

You on the other hand, never participated in the so-called hook up culture. You never blamed anyone who did, in fact you couldn’t care less, but you never felt comfortable enough to just go home with someone after a night-out or to meet someone online.

You’re not a virgin though. No, you had that one boyfriend, he later turned out to be a total douche, but for the time being, he was good enough to show you the basics in bed - never something crazy or actually anything but boring missionary sex where you’ve almost never really gotten off.

Sometimes, your inexperience made you a little shy and talking about your sex life has never been a preferred topic for you. So you just scoffed in fake annoyance and replied: “Sure, and I assume that you just came back from yet another poor girl's house?”

Charles put his hand over his heart to feign hurt. “Wow, ma chérie, that was personal”, he said but couldn’t help but chuckle a little. But then he looked at you again and the look on his face was nothing but curious. “But seriously, when was the last time? You never went home with someone after we went out together and as far as I know there are no dating apps on your phone…”, he thought out loud.

You didn’t like where this conversation was going. The last thing you wanted this afternoon was to admit to your guy best friend that you haven’t gone further than kissing a guy at a bar ever since you broke up with your ex-boyfriend, Charles never liked him anyways.

“So?”, you simply replied and tried to look as indifferent to the conversation as you possibly could.

Charles seemed to be able to connect the dots on his own, one could practically see the gears turning inside his head. “You’re telling me you haven’t had any sex since that excuse of a boyfriend?” Charles looked almost shocked.

You just rolled your eyes, really wanting to end this conversation. “I never told you anything like that”, you hugged out in annoyance.

“But, I’m right, am I not?”, Charles said, now there was a cocky grin on his face which just annoyed you even more. Of course he would find humor in this. It’s not to humiliate you, you know that, but between you two and also Pierre and some other friends teasing comments like these were very common.

You don’t know why but today you did not want to be on the receiving end of these remarks. “Okay, you are”, you said and moved your eyes down to the strings of your hoodie you were absentmindedly playing around with. “Are you happy now?”

Charles immediately noticed the shift from your relaxed and sarcastic state to seeming uncomfortable in the situation you two were in. Quickly, he stumbled out an apology: “N-no, I didn’t mean it like that. There is nothing wrong with not doing it often, nothing wrong with being inexperienced or… or-“

“Just drop it, Charles”, you sighed. “I know that I could go home with someone when we go out, but quite frankly, I don’t really want to.”

“That is fine! There is no shame in that, really, please, I didn’t want to make you feel bad about yourself”, Charles continued to ramble. He always did that when he was nervous or embarrassed, you couldn’t deny that it was kind of cute.

“No, it’s not that. I think it’s just that my inexperience keeps me from doing it, or something like that”, you said quietly.

“How does that make sense?”, Charles asked in confusion but put his hand up in defense when he saw your annoyed glance at him.

“I don’t know…”, you danced around the answer. “My ex and I we never really did anything… new in bed.” It took everything in you to admit the truth to Charles. “I guess I just don’t want to embarrass myself when I’d actually end up in bed with someone…”

Charles listened attentively and turned his head to look at you with a smile. You still avoided his gaze and casted your eyes downwards but he still noticed the faint reddening of your cheeks. God, you were so cute.

“You can practice on me if you want.”

Your eyes widened and you abruptly turned your head to look at Charles. “What?”

Charles didn’t really think before he said it. It just came to his mind. But when he took a second to actually think about it, he just shrugged. “Why not? We have know each other forever and I promise you won’t embarrass yourself.”

You also thought about it. Was it really a good idea? Definitely not. But then again, why not try it?

“I don’t know, Charles…”, you sighed. “I wouldn’t want it to ruin our friendship, you know?”

Charles nodded understandingly. It was the last thing he wanted as well. He knew it was a thin line they were moving on but if it could help her, he would do anything. “It doesn’t have to”, he said. “We only go as far as you are comfortable with, nothing more.”

You listened and nodded slowly.

“It’s only for learning purposes”, he smirked and when you saw his face you couldn’t help but smile too, shaking your head a little. This was insane, wasn’t it?

“I’ll teach you how to make a man feel good and you can try anything as well, okay?”, Charles searched your eyes for permission.

“Okay”, you whispered and looked him in the eyes.

The two of you stared at each other for a long time but then Charles slowly leaned his head forward into your direction. He held his gaze onto yours as to look out for any sign of hesitation from you.

But there was none. So, he closed his eyes and when his lips were just mere centimetres away from yours he stopped for a second. You on the other hand didn’t want to wait any longer so you closed the remaining gap between you two and connected your lips.

Kissing Charles felt different from kissing any other guy you did before. And you weren’t sure if a best friend was supposed to make you feel like this with just a simple kiss.

He moved his hand to your neck and the other one around your back to pull you even closer. You obliged immediately and leaned into him.

Charles swiped his tongue over your lips and you opened them just a little bit so that he could slip his tongue into your mouth. You involuntarily moaned a little which caused Charles to smile into the kiss.

“Keep making those noises, chérie, that’s a great way to turn us on”, he teased but there was truth behind his words - he wanted to hear more of those little sounds from you.

You couldn’t help the heat rising to your cheeks when he said this. “Quit being a smart-ass and take your hoodie off, Leclerc.”

You don’t know where this sudden confidence came from but you somehow wanted to show him that you can make him feel good.

“Bossy, are we?”, Charles continued and only laughed a little at your warning glare. Nevertheless, he leaned away from you a little to take off his hoodie.

His next words were a little muffled because he struggled to get the hoodie over his head for a second: “Don’t worry, it’s ho-“

As he was busy taking his hoodie off he failed to notice that you were doing the same so when he threw it somewhere behind him and turned to look at you again his words got caught in his throat.

You were sitting in front of him only wearing a black bra to cover your boobs. In all of your years of friendship he has seen you wearing a bikini plenty of times and even sometimes he saw you in your underwear, but never in a context like this. He couldn’t help but stare.

You however failed to interpret his staring correctly and so you felt your insecurity rise up back again. You were about to bring your arms up and around your chest to cover up a little again but Charles immediately took ahold of your wrists.

“Non, none of that, you look beautiful”, he muttered and tried to reassure you with one of his gorgeous smiles. You were sure you would melt if he kept looking at you like that during all this.

“Can I kiss you again?”, he asked but already pulled you into him by your wrists. You simply nodded before your lips were on his again, this time a little sloppier and less sensual. But still, it knocked the air out of your lungs.

Maybe you would regret it later but there was no space in your mind to think about the consequences of your current actions right now. Everything you though or felt in this moment, was him.

Charles laid down and pulled you with him so that you were now laying on top of his upper body. You moved one of your legs over his waist so that you were straddling him. Your lips stayed connected the entire time.

The confidence came back to you as you pulled away from his lips only to press a soft kiss to his jaw, then just below his ear and a few on his neck. This wasn’t new for you but it still gave you reassurance when you heard Charles letting out a shaky breath and a quiet moan.

Charles moved his hands down your back to your hips, squeezing the skin there lightly.

“Are you okay with taking off your sweatpants, let me see you?”, he muttered when you continued to litter his neck with soft kisses.

You nodded and felt his hands make their way past the hem of your pants. You lifted your hips slightly to help him get them over your ass and down to your knees. You sat up to pull them off completely, causing you to sit on top of him in nothing but your black underwear.

The movement caused you to grind a little on his crotch, which you didn’t even take notice of until you heard him curse some word in French under his breath and felt him tighten his grip on your hips again.

“Oh, sor-“, you were about to apologise but Charles cut you off by shaking his head at you. “Don’t, it feels good but I really need you to do something about it”, he said with a smirk on his face. He tried to make you more comfortable and confident.

Charles moved his hands up your back a little to pull you down to his level again. “O-okay”, you just replied hesitantly. Charles noticed, looked at you and brought his right hand up to caress your cheek. “We can stop here if you don’t want to, continue some other time or we just forget about it but-“, you cut him off.

“No”, you said and shook your head. Smiling at him before you leaned down to his lips again. It was rough, both of you moving your lips against each other messily.

“Can I suck you off?”, you asked him between kisses, the sheer innocence in your voice making him crazy. “Shit”, he muttered under his breath, “yes, okay, yes.”

You grinned and gave his lips a quick peck before you lifted your head away from his and dragged your lips down his chest. “But, you have to guide me, I- I’ve never-“

“I got you, mon amour.”

You felt a jolt of heat rush down your body at his words. You knew Charles was sweet, he was a good guy but somehow you always thought that when it came to sex, he was more rough and rushed. But you appreciated him reassuring you.

You got off him for a moment so that he could take off his sweatpants as well. What you weren’t expecting though was that he also took off his boxers in one go, freeing his cock from its restraints. It was already semi-hard.

He was big. Were your first thoughts. Sure, you only had your ex for reference but you were pretty sure he was above average.

You looked at him briefly and he was still smiling reassuringly at you. “Start with stroking it a few times, okay?”, he said.

You nodded and did as he said. Sitting across his legs this time you bent down a little, licked your hand and loosely wrapped it around the base of his cock. You observed his reaction; another breathy moan at the contact. You moved your hand up and down once, twice, and with the third time you swiped your thumb over his tip, eliciting another shaky breath from him.

“Good?”, you just managed to ask and he nodded, “Yeah, use your mouth now, okay baby?”

You tried to ignore the nickname, amour or chérie were a regular by now but this was new. In this context, however, it really turned you on.

You hummed in agreement and slowly moved your head down to his cock, darting your tongue out to lick along the shaft.

“Keep going, use your tongue like that, yeah”, he mumbled. You did as he told you, licking up his entire length a few times before you swiped your tongue along his tip, giving it a few kitten licks.

Your shifted your gaze to look back up to him, your eyes connecting. Charles swore he could have died then and there. For a brief moment the thought of how they were supposed to go back to friends after this crossed his mind. He was unsure if he would be able to do that.

The sight of you like this in front of him sure burned itself into his mind for the rest of his being.

“Feels so good”, he moaned. When he felt your lips wrap around his tip it hit him unprepared, causing him to thrust his hips upwards a little into your mouth.

It caught you by surprise, your eyes widening for a moment. “Shit, sorry”, he started to apologise but you just continued to suck his tip a little.

“You are evil, Y/l/n”, he whispered with a smirk and you smiled back at him, as best as you could with his dick between your lips.

“Can you move down further?”, he almost pleaded. You wrapped your lips back around him and moved them down inch by inch. It wasn’t even half way in but you felt as if you’d start to gag around him if you’d go any deeper.

“So good, use your hand for the rest, if you can”, he said and moved one of his hands to your hair, gathering the strands that fell in front of your face and pushed them behind your ears.

You brought one of your hands around the base of his cock again while simultaneously continuing to take as much of his length as you could, trying to build a rhythm with your movements.

Charles leaned his head back against the headboard, the feeling of both your lips and your hand on his cock almost too much to take.

Sure, he had done this plenty of times before but for some reason this was a lot different, and much more intimate.

You didn’t stop your movements until you felt him twitch inside your mouth, causing you to look up at him through your lashes again.

“Merde, I’m close”, he muttered.

“Cum in my mouth, okay?”, you asked with a hoarse voice, pulling him out of your mouth for a moment.

Charles looked at you for confirmation. “Really?” Instead of giving him an answer you just wrapped your lips around him, sucked harshly once and then went down to take him until he almost hit the back of your throat.

Charles let out a groan and moved his hand to the back of your head, pulling on your hair slightly. This caused you to moan around him, the vibrations of it giving Charles the rest it took for him to release himself into your mouth.

You swallowed all of it without really thinking about it. You licked up his length another time before pulling off him.

Charles tried to control his breathing and when he looked at you again he smiled. “I don’t believe you when you say you never did that before”, he said with a cocky smirk back on his lips.

You let out a chuckle, not sure what to answer. It was true though, this was your first time doing that.

“Well, like I said, my ex wasn’t really experimental in bed…”, you said and looked down again. Charles sat up slightly and lifted to lay on his chest again.

“Well”, he begun as he smirked at you, “he sure missed out on something.”

You couldn’t help but smirk and shake his head at him. “You’re a menace, Leclerc.”

Charles hummed and placed one hand back on your cheek, his thumb caressing the soft skin there for a moment.

“I’m sure you won’t say that again after I returned the favor to you.” There was a questioning tone to his statement and you just lifted your head from his chest and raised an eyebrow.

“I guess we will have to see about that after…”

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Part 2 is up!

As always, feedback and reblogs are dearly appreciated <3

[002yb]

Oh, Dick taking Jason to rooftop dates and romantic trips

A trope I adore with Dick and Jason is their flirting/dating including a lot of playfulness. Which directly translates into games of chase, ahhhhhhhh. Just an easy, lighthearted competitiveness - equal parts taunting and teasing until one or the other is able to close that distance. Hands catching each other, arms around waists, grabbing one another straight out of the sky. Then it's just tumbling across rooftops, or sitting on high ledges as they catch their breath. Cackling because it's young and dumb and wonderful.

And Jason being all enamored because Dick is especially handsome when his hair is all wind swept. And Dick being just as taken because there's nothing more striking than the flush on Jason's cheeks, the breadth of his smile, the heave of his chest. ˉ̞̭(′͈∨‵͈♡)˄̻ ̊

Their 'dates' aren't anything over-the-top, usually. It's always more private; a mundanely intimate affair (because really? it's what they can manage with what time they can manage and it's not nearly enough, but they make it work; they always have). It's meals stolen between over-full schedules, hidden away on the corner of rooftops, legs dangling over high ledges - sun warming their skin. It's them catching naps when they can, tucked in close to one another with any suitable structure at their backs to hide them from view.

It never fails that anything more gets interrupted, but they try. Rooftop picnics at any time of day to watch the sun rise, the sun set; to watch clouds pass or airplanes flying overhead in the night sky. Calling one another to weird vantage points to overlook all manner of things: dumb, comedic, sweet, saucy. It's them watching a screening at a drive-in theater from an awkward angle. It's them watching the pure romance of a couple dancing in the privacy of their apartment - blinds open wide and warm in the yellow light and Jason swooning in the most quiet of ways because they're lost in each other; it's him getting embarrassed when Dick sweeps Jason into a slow dance of their own to match (only there's no music, just the wind rushing through the air, whistling in their ears and pulling at their clothes) and Jason ducks his head because his heart is beating overtime and Dick just leans his head against Jason's and slows them to a sway and ahhhhhhhh.

This is already so chunky and I haven't even gotten into romantic trips ffffffffff. But okay here we go the romantic trip!Dickjay portion!!

(Side note: I vaguely remember plotting a whole WtMBU/N&R verse short on Dick planning a trip to the EU for Jason's bday and them being on that flight together and ahhhhhhh airport!fluff is so sweet but focus focus focus).

❣╰(⸝⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝⸝)╯❣ Dickjay Trips ❣╰(⸝⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝⸝)╯❣

Immediate digression because ahahahaha probably on family vacations these two do the most to be so over-the-top embarrassing. Just anything to shame poor Tim and Damian (and Bruce). Flashy outfits, socks and slides, coordinating; millennial bops and vibes amplified. Joking about the mile-high club (out of ear shot of Bruce because Jason would die. Again). Just being absolute menaces, as big brothers do lol.

Okay digression done. On their own, these two are a lot more chill and endlessly more covert hahaha. Regardless of where they go, they would enjoy each other's company though. Neither of them really care to stay still, so they have a good time with a strong mix of more physically demanding activities mixed with more educational (historic, cultural, etc) experiences.

(Basically: hiking to see nature's wonders or a stunning view of the city!! Museum viewings where Jason is enthralled and Dick appreciates it all, sure, but his attention is stolen entirely by Jason tbh. If wherever they are is known for some craft, taking a class together and making xyz and ahhhhahahaha both turn out crappy so they agree that's Bruce's souvenir.)

Just these two doing all sorts of new things together. And being able to (generally, depending) express themselves as boyfriends which isn't always an option back home. Because no one knows them this far away. It's just them and who they want to be. It's not that the affection comes easier, but there's no deadline to it; nothing to pull them away, or take their time. It's just Dick and Jason and ahhhhhh.

Though lbr these two would work remotely to an extent undoubtedly and they'd gripe at each other about it, only some time later they'd be called a hypocrite for doing the same damn thing lol.

(Photos!! The both of them take great candids of each other but anything that goes to the family is downright moronic lol).

Another semi-digression. But Dick actually knowing a lot of languages (conversationally) from his time with his circus trope. And Jason getting a little blushy about it because hot damn. He's not used to his competency kink showing up in this sort of fashion - how far is their hotel from here hello???

What they'd enjoy most is wandering off the beaten path together though. Be that the countryside, tall brush golden and up to their thighs, tickling their fingertips or even just within the city - empty streets, tripping over cobblestone and swinging around lampposts into one another's space.

Extra: Dick and Jason souvenir shopping towards the end of their stay. Them buying thoughtful and beautiful things for Alfred and Cass and Duke, but Tim and Damian? Ahahahaha, they make it a game of who can find the tackiest thing, or what would make their two brothers cringe the most.

[kaiser-s-bitch]

FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS WITH CHILDE.

YOU ARE A GENIUS.

also I do not know what this is just take it lmao

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Childe/Tartaglia as fwb (implied nsfw)

• he is like, THE perfect candidate for a fwb relationship, it just makes so much sense

• he’s a busy guy that can‘t afford getting too attached to anyone or anything, his job as Fatui Harbinger neither grants him the time nor the safety for that

• the two of you got along right off the bat, you quite literally running into him in the streets of Liyue

• you had piqued his interest, for you hadn’t stuttered or even blushed after bumping into him

• you had merely looked him dead in the eye with a curious look as you politely apologized for your carelessness

• truth be told, you had bumped into him on purpose, and you knew that he knew that too

• he‘s a handsome and charming guy, one that had caught your eyes over the past few days you’d seen him do business around town, and you hadn’t been able to fight off the urge to get to know him

• he had noticed your silent gaze on him, locking eyes with you every now and then, contemplating whether to go and talk to you

• but he never did, he had been very busy recently and hadn’t quite gotten the time to dally around, so he’d opted for merely enjoying your attention for the time being

• but he certainly wasn’t complaining that you had been the first one to finally make a move, if anything it had just made you even more interesting

• "Oh I would indeed call it careless to strike up a conversation with me, little girlie" he chuckles mockingly, "Especially since you must be very well aware of my occupation by now, no?"

• you scoffed lightly at his remark "Indeed I am. It’s not like you’ve been doing anything to try and hide it, rich boy"

• "Hahaha that’s true. So what might a pretty lady such as yourself possibly want with a bad guy like me? Looking for a sugar daddy, maybe?"

• Hah, far from it

• you did not care for his money one bit

• something about him had merely piqued your interest, and you surely weren’t against having some fun with a good-looking guy such as him

• and after some more banter and him eventually inviting you to a drink, fun you had

• after spending that first night with him, you had "the talk" about how neither of you was looking for a relationship, but you told him you’d enjoyed yourself a lot with him and he in turn let you know that "it would indeed be a shame if this had been the last time"

• so you agreed to meet up in front of Liuli Pavilion two days from now after he’s finished a job of his

• ofc you showed up, but not right in front of the building - it would be way too embarrassing for you to tell the staff you were waiting for someone and him ultimately ending up not coming

• so you kept an eye out for the tall ginger from a short distance, and your tense body slumped slightly after he still hadn’t made an appearance half an hour past the agreed time

• "Hey girlie" a familiar voice mused right next to your ear and made you flinch

• "Thought I‘d ghosted you, sunshine? *sigh* Just how lowly do you think of me?"

• you had to admit, part of you had indeed expected just that, and yes, you might have been just a bit disappointed at the thought of it

• but in reply you just lightly nudged his shoulder with your fist and commented "I was not too far off, seeing as punctuality obviously is no virtue of yours, ill-mannered northerner"

• he pretended to have taken a hit right to the heart, accompanied by a dramatic hiss "Ouchhh, that hurt. Then will you allow me to make it up to you, milady?" "I might consider it over a glass of wine"

• the relationship between the two of you is lighthearted and teasing, both just enjoying each other’s company and making flirty remarks whenever you got the chance

• it was genuinely fun to hang out and talk with him, the lively conversations that never ran dry being a nice distraction from your strenuous daily life

• and after a particularly stressful day of work, you could always just let yourself sink into his bed and count on him to spoil you to bits

• and so could he

• he’s very vocal and assertive in general, and he’s no different in the bedroom

• additionally, neither of you have any qualms telling the other what you like and what you don’t, you‘re not in a relationship after all

• you couldn’t care less for his reputation or occupation, the only thing that mattered to you was how he was around you and how he treated you

• and it would be more than a stretch to claim he was anything short of a gentleman

• a big dick for sure, but nothing you couldn’t handle (both literally and metaphorically LMFAO)

• it‘s only a matter of time until at least one of you would catch feelings and things would become complicated and probably painful

• but for now, things were easy and uncomplicated, so this is definitely a bridge you intend to cross once you get there, not a second sooner

[shinobusupremecy]

Hello! good good! How are you? I wanted to ask you for a request about the alphabet for the special . When I have clear time this , well swria C,S,X,Z. Thank you very much and have a nice day!!! well I hope I sent through the correct channel hahaha.

Shinobu x gn!reader fluff alphabet (C, S, X, Z)

A/N:Mhm! This is the right chanel! Thank you very much for stopping by and come again whenever! You have a nice day/night too!

I would also like to announce that I’m gonna take a vacation so I maybe won’t post anything while I’m there, we’ll see.

Two of the letters here were in the yandere fluff post but I will write it anyways

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

🦋- Shinobu likes to cuddle but she’s just so busy so she almost never has time to. When she does have time to cuddle then she will usually wanna be the big spoon.

🦋- She wants to feel like she can wrap her arms around you and protect you. When she’s in her more soft mood then she will be the small spoon.

🦋- She likes the feeling of your arms wrapping around her, she feels very safe and loved.

🦋- If you ask her to cuddle she might tease you a little, but it’s extremely lighthearted since she would never wanna make you afraid to ask her for cuddles

🦋- You two often cuddle when you two are going to bed, when Shinobu is done with her work, when she is tired or you or when you two have a day off.

🦋- I feel like she likes spooning, when you two lay face to face on your side and hug eachother, legs entangled with one another. She likes to see your face and give it some kisses.

🦋- Another cuddling position she likes that doesn’t happen as often as the other two is just when she can lay on your chest and you can draw patterns on her back or just wrap your arms around her.

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

🦋- Very protective. She tries to never overstep any boundries but so etimes she really can’t help it

🦋- It doesn’t really matter if you’re a demon slayer or a citizen, she’ll be protective of you anyways

🦋- Since you’re a demon slayer maybe you can get hurt by demons and if you’re a citizen…you can still get hurt by demons. Guess there’s no escaping getting hurt by demons.

🦋- Usually when you go out at night Shinobu will accompany you no matter what. It’s like Shinobu has a sitxth sense or something. When she has a feeling you’ll go out at night for whatever reason it’s like she just drops everything and bolts to you.

🦋- Of course demons are not the only threat, people are too.

🦋- If you ever stumble to a suspicious person Shinobu becomes very wary and if that person is starting to bother you then Shinobu will take action.

🦋- It usually starts with warning the person to back off and leave you two alone but if the situation escalates then Shinobu will pin the person down or something along the lines of that.

🦋- But when she protects you from a demon? She is way more brutal.

🦋- She will use one of her most deadliest and painful poison on the demon making sure it suffers greatly for even thinking about hurting you. Doesn’t matter if you’re a demon slayer or cotizen as said, that demon will feel PAIN.

🦋-Shinobu likes to be protected when she knows she couldn’t have handle it herself. Let’s say a very quick demon snuck up on her and was about to stab her, she would really appreciate it if you came in and protected her. It would save her alot of troubles and possibly death

🦋- Like said people can be a threat too and when push comes to shove and a fight is about to break out, Shinobu could use some help👍

🦋- Usually she says that she does not condone violence but sometimes it’s necessary in a very wise tone but you can see through her. You know she would do it again any day in the week, after all, putting people in their places is one of her favorite things to do.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

🦋- Ok this one might be too common of a headcannon or you’ve probably seen it many times before

🦋- But I have a feeling she loves singing. Like just quietly sing to herself, the song usually has a more sentimental meaning behind it since it’s the songs that her sister would sing to her but other than that she loves to sing

🦋- Don’t get your hopes up though, it’s not likely she’ll be willing to sing in front of you. Mostly because it’s embarrassing for her. Don’t try to eavesdrop on her either, she’ll know.

🦋- But she will sing for you if you’re having a rough day or when she just feels softer y’know?

🦋- She’ll most likely sing for the triplets. So if you’re lucky, you’ll find her singing a song to the triplets, Shinobu knows you're there and will send you a wink or a wave.

🦋- Ok I know what I said earlier that it’s not likely for her to sing in front of you but that’s like in the early months of your relationship. As the time passes by I can see her being more confident in singing in front of you.

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🦋- Another headcannon (I know you’re supposed to pick one but I couldn’t help it)

🦋- Shinobu LOVES late night conversation

🦋- It’s when everyone’s asleep and she doesn’t have to work anymore which means she can talk to you about whatever she wants

🦋- Shinobu also feels a little but more like herself since she can talk about the subjects she loves! Of course she will let you talk about subjects you like too. But for her, it can get tiring talking about medical stuff all the times so it’s nice when she can talk about insects (I hc she loves insects too) or different flowers and their meanings.

🦋- But late night conversation can turn deep or it turns into her venting to you, of course with your consent.

🦋- Shinobu just knows she can talk about deep personal stuff with you because you won’t judge her or anything like that

🦋- It’s also the times when she can talk about her sister and the memories she has of her.

🦋- Usually it ends with you two cuddling and Shinobu crying.

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

🦋- Shinobu is the type to in her sleep cuddle up to you in the night and when you point it out to her in the morning she will deny it. Even if the covers are over her body it’s like she feels incompleate without your warmth so she will begin to move towards you and cuddle to your warm body.

[cc-genshin]

Traveling with Wriothesley Day 2: Part Two

#TravelingwithWrio Day 2: Part Two Left alone in their separate rooms, Wriothesley sat on his bed and took a deep breath. For the first time, he's traveling with someone he considers a close companion, someone he can trust. He smiles as a sense of peace fills his heart...

The next morning, he met the traveler downstairs for breakfast. 𝗪𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘆: Morning, slept well? 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐫: Good morning, yep, I did. How about you? 𝗪𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘆: Haha, I slept alright too. 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐫: Glad to know. I'm excited about our adventures today. 𝗪𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘆: Is that so? Well, I guess, so am I. 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐫: Any place in particular that you'd like to visit? The Duke pauses for a moment, thinking deeply. 𝗪𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘆: Hmm... how about the Fleuve Cendre?

𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐫: Sure, I'll go wherever you want, hehe. 𝗪𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘆: Ohh, what a loyal pet you are. 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐫: Stop teasing me.............. 𝗪𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘆: Hahaha! How can I not? When you react like this. The traveler pouts, finding their lighthearted banter a good way to start their morning.

Later on, they headed out to visit the underground location - by the sewers. 𝗪𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘆: I hope you don't mind coming all the way here. 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐫: Why would I? It's no biggie~ 𝗪𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘆: Haha, right. I did lock you up in the Fortress of Meropide for a few days. What's a little sewer gonna do to you? 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐫: Hehe, I'm tougher than I look.

Together, they ventured into the sewers, eventually reaching where Navia once invited the Traveler to visit. 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐫: Spina Di Rosula offered me a place to stay here. They're so nice. 𝗪𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘆: Oh, not surprised. They're generous when it comes to those in need. I knew their president, the late Mr. Callas. 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐫: Woah, that's really cool. Wait, how old are you even?! 𝗪𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘆: Heh, take a guess.

𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐫: Never mind... I'm still probably way older than you. 𝗪𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘆: You didn't even bother guessing at least once. Wait, what did you just say?

𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐫: Nothing~ oh, is there a reason why you wanted to come here? Wriothesley shook his head in response. 𝗪𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘆: Nope. Just wanted to reminiscence a little before we leave. You see, when I was homeless... the sewers became my refuge. 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐫: Oh... I understand. This place holds some memories for you huh. 𝗪𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘆: Yeah, this is where I began learning how to hustle. Also where I started trading stuff to build my gauntlet. 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐫: I'm so amazed by how far you've come. 𝗪𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘆: Well, I'm not stopping anytime soon. So come on, we've got places to travel to. The Duke offered his hand, escorting the traveler out of the sewers. Bidding farewell to his childhood place once more.

[THE DOODLE ABOVE IS MINE]