#gyaru!reader

[l0s3rd0wnt0wn]

GIVE ROBIN! READER A TASER!! I'M PINK AND I APPROVE THIS MESSAGE! 😋😋 :D

I can just imagine Robin!Reader being this cute schoolgirl or a popular girl, maybe even a gyaru, like being in the submission genre of kolgal—sweet and bubbly next to her demon-like brothers. And then her Robin persona is just as playful; nothing has changed. I'm thinking of Damian buying Robin!Reader a katana as a gift, and she's like, "Is there pink?" Now Damian is going out of his way to dye the sacred sword pink because his older sister has an obsession. Robin!Reader is bedazzling her batarangs because they aren't cute enough, and Bruce is throwing a hot pink, bedazzled batarang at the villain of the week. If the blade of the weapon didn't hurt, maybe the rhinestones will; they're sure to crack a skull. Robin!Reader definitely got bored and bedazzled Jason's gun and maybe filled it with glitter. We have a no-kill rule for a reason. Tim's staff is now hot pink and filled with Hello Kitty stickers; he's never letting you touch his things again, like ever. Bruce knows better; he keeps his stuff out of arm's reach of you. The idea of Reader being some type of popular girl is simmering in my brain—just imagine a boy asking her out and Jason just appears, ruining her chances of getting a boyfriend! She thinks it's her looks, but the reason why the guy ran away from the gala was that a pissed-off Dick and Cass were staring him down, same with the girls too. Damian calls them harlots who are trying to steal away his big sis. You'll never get your love story now; maybe that's what you get for painting the Batmobile pink and putting My Melody stickers on it.

[sxu11zz]

GAL is MIND★.ᐟ

141 x gyaru!reader headcanons(,,>﹏<,,)

warnings: none, fluff(?), i suck at writing but im trying♡

A/n: I’ve been busy 2day so i kept this kinda short, but i hope u enjoy it lovelies(•˕ •マ! This can be interpreted as either platonic or romantic (i was leaning towards romantic a little), I don’t mind♡!

divider credit: @/kodaswrld and @/draculasdaughterrr

🌺 Reader doesn’t dress gyaru while deployed obviously but the hints are there, mostly with their nails, obviously having to be shorter than reader would like because of regulations and with less charms but the cute patterns and colors are still there, and on their phone, wether it’s their phone case or a cute charm reader bought a few weeks ago.

🌺 Soap who absolutely ADORES your style. He loves watching you put your makeup on, going with you to pick out new clothes, or waiting outside your rooms door for you to come out and show him your outfit♡

🌺 Ghost who buys you new hair charms/accessories, he’d never admit it but seeing you wearing one of the accessories that he got you and the way your eyes light up whenever he gets you a new one makes his day♡

🌺 Price who can and will give you money for a new set of nails without you even having to ask him, you can’t even try and deny him by saying that you can pay for your own nails he’ll still insist you take the money and use it for something else then♡

🌺 Gaz who helps you with your hair when you’re getting ready, always being gentle as he helps you style it in any way you want. He’s especially excited of you ever ask him to help you dye your hair, ecstatic to see the results because he knows no matter what color or hairstyle you have it’ll look amazing on you♡

That’s all I have currently lovelies♡! I loved writing this and I hope u enjoyed it♡! Likes and reblogs are appreciated!

[999-ang3l]

schlatt with a gyaru/bimbo gf... omg stop

IMAGINE HOW THEY FIRST MEET 😭

you are walking around, super tight pink juicy jacket, tiny skirt that doesnt even cover half your ass, huge fuzzy boots, a ton makeup and lots of accessories and schlatts just looking at you like 'what the fuckkk?'. at first he was trying not to look, but anyone within a one mile radius was looking at you. you were practically glowing with your super bright outfit, bubbly personality, and that bounce in her step when you walk that makes your ass & tits jiggle. He goes on to his phone to avoid staring, but you bump into eachother. his phone ended up splatted against the ground "oh god, im so sorry! holy shit im ssososoosososos sorry! please let me repay you!" "nah its fine-" "oh my goodness honey dont even speak! get into my car and ill take you shopping for a new one! heck, lets buy you a new car!"

he did end up getting in the car, but he somehow convinced her to just buy him a cofee instead (little did he know, she slipped a little hawaii hello kitty keychain, some money and a note in his pocket that said 'im sorry :(. heres my number, u r cute! XXX-XXX-XXXX')

[loony-binz]

Okay so like, petty fandom arguments and other bs aside, can we all just generally agree that- objectively- MalleYuu is fucking hilarious?

Like I’m pretty sure Yuu isn’t even a registered citizen and it’s debatable if Ramshackle even has a working shower. And then they just. pull the heir to the strongest kingdom known within the lore. that’s fucking peak.

Also all of the bullshit with the Senate just makes the mere idea of them as a couple ten times funnier. Like they SEETHED at Lilia and Maleanor FRIENDSHIP as well as the fact she married a lesser fae. Not even a non-fae species. Just. A guy whom was slightly lesser.

The Council of Briar Valley: Ah yes, the heir to the throne. Since our princess had committed the CARDINAL SIN of marrying and having a baby with a LESSER FAE, we shall carefully watch over and monitor Malleus, to ensure the same mistake does not happen twice!

Malleus HumanFucker Draconia:

[iamhereforfunnzies]

Gyaru reader!: *smoking*

Bruce: This is all my fault I shouldn’t have been seen smoking at TV 2 months ago she is copying me so she can form a bond with me. I should be a good dad and guide her to her true self!

Bruce: *smacks cigarette and stomps on it* NO BAD! *looks at her* NO MORE WIGS! *scurries away*

Gyaru!Reader: Kay..?

Gyaru!Reader: *lights another cigarette*

Bruce: I handled that pretty well.

Damian: WHY WOULD YOU THAT-

Bruce: I HANDLED IT *cries looking at Readers baby pictures*

[solcarow]

Look Back by Tatsuki Fujimoto // Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint by Sing Shong

[d3stinyist1red]

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ɢʏᴀʀᴜ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴘᴀʀᴛ 𝟸

yan gyaru who is your clingy bestfriend

Every morning, he made sure to time his arrival perfectly so that he’d “accidentally” run into you near the lockers. "N/n!~" He grinned at you as you opened you locker, twirling his hair.

“Kajiro,” you greeted, adjusting your bag. “What’s up?”

“Just waiting for my favorite person, obviously.” He grinned, stepping closer. “You know, we should totally hang out after school today. I’ve been thinking about you all morning.” He pouted, trying to convince you. "wait no, we should have a sleepover!" His face lit up like a Christmas tree, eyes sparkling with excitement as you stared at him confused

"Im bus-"

"Okay, ill be at your house at 3pm, baby!" He said as he waved at you and left, blowing you a kiss.

meanwhile ur friend next to you looks at u weirdly "how tf did you bag that" You js shrugged

yan gyaru who while during class, spams u

ᴋ𝟺ᴊɪғᴏʀʟɪғᴇᴇᴇᴇ ׂ

hiii n/n :3

lets meet uppp!!!!

i wanna see ur faceee ;3

babyyyyy cmonnnn

im SOOOOO bored in this class without uuuu

i need to see u before i go crazyyyy :(

ʜᴏᴇsʟᴜᴠʏ/ɴ

bruh no

last time we met up in the middle of class, u wanted me to js skip n go on a date

n stop texting im abt to get my phone taken by the teacher

ᴋ𝟺ᴊɪғᴏʀʟɪғᴇᴇᴇᴇ ׂ

:( n/n ur so mean!

n change ur username nowwww!!!!

im supposed to be the only hoe that loves u!!!

GASPPP

do u have other hoes?!?!?!??! Are u cheating??!?!?! Youve been playing hello kitty adventure with some other bitches?!??!!?N/n, i will rip their scalp off their head, and throw a table at them.

Y/n L/n, who are the bitches u call hoes?

y/n, if u dont block them now, ur gonnna see me on the news for murder.

yan gyaru who during english class, just writes poets about his love to you. In art, he draws you and him getting married. In math, he daydreams about the day you guys live in a cute cottage home with your 2 bunnies, and a cat.

yan gyaru who once the final bell rings, hes OUT that class, practically running out to go to your class so you wont leave him.

yan gyaru who finally found you, and was huffing and puffing from all that running before grinning at you. "Lets go, babe?" He said, grabbing your backpack from your shoulders and carrying it himself.

It’s Friday night, and you’ve somehow got dragged into having a sleepover with the guy who’s been obsessively crushing on you for ages—your bubbly gyaru friend, who just can’t get enough of you.

The whole walk to your house, he was gushing and nonstop talking about how fun it was gonna be. “Babe! This is gonna be so fun, I can’t wait!” he chirps, holding onto your arm tightly as if he has doubts that you were gonna run away.

yan gyaru who from the second he steps in your home, he’s a non-stop chatterbox. He’s talking about everything—school, the latest drama, his favorite new clothes, and of course, you. His eyes are constantly on you, lighting up every time you laugh or even just nod along, internally cheering that he made you laugh.

“Oh my god, Y/N, have you seen the latest episode of that show we talked about? We have to watch it together tonight! It’s gonna blow your mind!” He said as he played with your hair.

You can tell he’s beyond excited just to be around you, and his energy is contagious. He’s always smiling, laughing, and playfully bumping your shoulder whenever he makes a joke.

yan gyaru whose endlessly complimenting you. He just can’t stop complimenting you. Whether you’re dressed up or in casual sleepover clothes, he’s still in awe of you. “You look cute even in pajamas, Y/N. Like, how is that fair?” He pouted, scrunching his eyebrows together as he rubbed your arm up and down

He loves finding excuses to be near you—adjusting your hair, teasing you about how comfy you look, or even just admiring your smile. “You’re seriously too cute, I’m not even joking. I could stare at you forever, hehe~.”

"bro"

yan gyaru who inists on staying up late even if your half asleep by 10 pm. He’s full of bubbly energy, even when you’re eyes are starting to close. “We can’t go to bed yet! We have to at least talk about… everything!”

He starts asking more personal questions as the night goes on, his obsession peeking through. “What’s your favorite part of the day? Did you think about me at all today?” His voice is playful, but you can tell he genuinely cares about your answers by the way he intently listens

When you start to get drowsy and start giving mumbled answers, he gives a soft laugh. “You’re so pretty when you’re sleepy. Here, let’s get comfy,” he says, tugging the blanket closer around you both.

yan gyaru who the next morning,

yan gyaru who teasing you about how you slept, offering to make breakfast, and texting you immediately after he leaves

ᴋ𝟺ᴊɪғᴏʀʟɪғᴇᴇᴇᴇ ׂ

last night was soooo funnn! lets do it again this week yeah? :3

yan gyaru who is ur fashionista bestie who is a little too obsessed with you <3

[bambieyedoll]

⋆·˚ ༘ * PAUL LAHOTE HEADCANONS 𐚁̸.ᐟ

𐙚 his imprint is a hime gyaru

the first time paul sees you, he does a double take.

la push is full of earth tones, denim, and practical clothing, and then there’s you—big teased hair, pastel dresses, frilly skirts, and pearls.

you look like you walked straight out of a fairytale, and paul? he’s gone.

imprinting has him locked in immediately.

“what the hell is she wearing?” embry snickers, but paul shuts it down with a glare so intense it silences the entire pack.

they all know he’s done for.

paul is the most aggressive protector ever.

he was already overprotective, but now? you’re his delicate princess, his fragile, perfect girl, and he will throw hands over you.

someone so much as looks at you funny? paul is already rolling up his sleeves.

you call him your “big bad wolf,” and it makes him feral.

at first, he worries about his temper.

you’re soft and sweet—what if he scares you?

but the first time he snaps and you just pout, cross your arms, and call him a silly puppy, he’s completely whipped.

no one has ever tamed him like you.

paul adores watching you get ready.

he’ll sit on your bed, completely fascinated as you do your hair and makeup.

sometimes, he’ll mess with your ribbons and bows just to get you to swat his hand away.

“babe, do you really need to spend an hour on your hair?”

“yes.”

paul sighs but secretly loves watching you curl each strand with precision.

matching outfits? yes.

you get him to wear pastels ONCE, and the pack never lets him live it down.

but you? you beam up at him and call him your “handsome prince,” and suddenly, he’s wearing whatever you want.

he carries your bags whenever you go shopping. no complaints.

you’re walking out of the mall with five pink shopping bags, and paul’s holding all of them, grumbling, but lowkey loves spoiling you.

when you’re cold, he wraps you up in his massive hoodie, even though it completely ruins your outfit.

but you let it slide because he’s warm and smells like pine and home.

if anyone dares to make fun of your style, paul is on them instantly. even just a side comment? they’re dead.

“she looks like a damn doll.”

“yeah? and you look like you got dressed in the dark. try again.”

loves how tiny you are next to him.

he’ll literally lift you up out of nowhere just because he can.

forehead kisses are his favorite—he loves how he can just tilt your chin up and claim your lips.

when he phases and comes back to you, still shaking from adrenaline, you’re right there, brushing his messy hair back, pressing soft kisses to his jaw. it calms him down instantly.

paul may be rough around the edges, but for you? he’s a total sweetheart.

he lets you do his hair, paint his nails (he acts annoyed, but he never removes the polish), and listens to you rant about the latest liz lisa collection like it’s the most important thing in the world.

he is YOUR wolf, your protector, your prince.

and no matter how frilly and delicate you look, he knows you’re stronger than people think. and damn, does he love you for it.

paul’s love language? carrying your things. purse? he’s holding it. shopping bags? already in his hands. your teacup-sized dog? sitting under his arm like it’s normal.

the pack dies laughing the first time they see paul lahote—the angriest wolf in la push—holding a pink, bedazzled purse without complaint.

you once made an entire scrapbook of your cutest outfits, complete with stickers, lace borders, and handwritten notes about each look.

paul carries it in his car just so he can flip through it when he misses you.

“you’re obsessed with me.”

“yeah. so?”

paul gets crazy jealous, and it’s almost funny because you’re too sweet to even notice.

some guy flirts with you? paul’s immediately throwing his arm around you, tugging you into his chest, and glaring the guy into submission.

“she’s taken.”

“paul, he was just asking for the time—”

“he can check his damn phone.”

he never understands fashion trends, but he loves seeing you happy.

you show up wearing a tiara, pearls, and a lace dress with a huge bow on the back, and paul just sighs before pulling you into his lap.

“you look ridiculous.”

“you think i’m cute.”

he kisses your nose. “damn right i do.”

the first time you cry in front of him, he panics.

your usual soft, bubbly voice is cracking, and your mascara is running, and paul is ready to kill whoever hurt you.

but instead of raging, he gathers you up in his arms, pressing kisses into your hair.

“tell me who did this. i’ll handle it.”

“it’s just—my dress got ruined—”

paul deadass thinks someone hurt you. but no, your dress just ripped.

cue paul staring at you for a second before he sighs and kisses your forehead.

“princess, we’re buying you another one. hell, we’ll buy five.”

paul has zero patience, but he will sit completely still when you do his hair.

he lets you clip pink bows into it, run your fingers through it, and style it however you want. no one can say a damn thing about it.

he’s soft for you in ways no one understands.

the pack doesn’t recognize him anymore. paul, the most explosive hothead, is now the guy who carries pink shopping bags and lets his girlfriend put glitter on his cheekbones.

“you’ve changed, man.”

paul shrugs. “yeah. i’m happy.”

you call him ‘my knight in shining armor.’ and paul? he takes it seriously.

no one messes with you, no one touches you, and no one disrespects you. you’re his princess, and he’ll fight tooth and nail to keep you safe.

paul loves to interlace your fingers with his and just smirks at how delicate you are compared to him. he’s so much bigger, rougher, and stronger—but he’d never hurt you. you’re his soft spot.

if you get scared, paul immediately has you tucked into his chest, one arm around your waist, the other cradling the back of your head.

“i got you, baby.”

and just like that, you feel safe.

paul lahote, the angriest, toughest wolf in la push, belongs entirely to you—his pink-wearing, bow-loving, frilly-dress princess.

and honestly? he wouldn’t have it any other way.

[vynlqwv]

can u do denji x gyaru reader? gyaru if you don’t know is a japanese fashion subcultures/style. two examples are marin kitagawa from my dress up darling or airua mikoto from saiki k. thanks in advance love<3

CHAINS & CHERRY LIP GLOSS

warning(s) : type of gyaru not specified, mention of blood, not proofread

credits to @corgimyun for the banners!

Denji had seen a lot of things in his life. It could be devils, guts, blood, power's.... digusting hygeine but nothing could have prepared him for you.

You were just the brightest thing in his eyes, his yellow-brown eyes following your every move whilst you were strutting your way inside of the Devil Hunter office with bright colored nails, glossy cherry lips, your hair always done up in some cute style, your phone case had a bunch of charms and trinkets on it, and you had the sweetest smelling perfume that made his head spin.

And somehow, somehow... you were interested in him! crazy right?

"Denji-kun!" you called out his name obviously excited to see him. You plopped down beside him on the break room couch, the distance between you and him were close enough for him to catch the smell of the sugary scent of your lipgloss. "I'm sooooooooo tired! I really need a break! why don't you do me a favor and carry me?"

oh. OH????

His brain quite literally short circuited right then and there. "HUH?? oh I mean carry you?? are you sure? Ain't that kinda-" before he could finish his sentence, you were already clinging onto his arm, pouting up at him with the biggest and shiniest eyes he'd ever seen. "Pleaseeeeee? You're, like, super strong, right?"

Denji gulped. He was so damn nervous but yet again you're right. He is strong. He'd beaten up a ton of devils before but somehow, lifting you felt like a even bigger challenge. His face burned up as he hesitantly scooped you up, arms under your legs and back.

You giggled, clearly enjoying all the reactions you're getting from him while you threw your arms around his neck. "Wow~! You're actually really good at this! Maybe you should carry me all the time!"

Denji tried to focus on anything except how your embrace was so soft against him. "Y-yeah, sure, whatever.."

You giggled at his completely dazed expression. "Haha! look at you! you're such a cutie! As a thanks for carrying me, why don't we go out for icecream after work?"

All denji could do was just simply nod his head, trying to calm himself down.

If moments like this keeps on happening in his life then maybe it isn't so bad being a Devil Hunter after all.

[cyberneticfrk]

彡 あげぽよ . . . .ᐟ ⭑ BULLETS

♡ — gyaru gf headcanons .ᐟ ♯. ft gojo⌇

♡ — content : gender neutral feminine reader, set in their teenage years, fluff, blasian reader, gyaru reader, gojo x reader !

𝜗𝜚⋆.˚ gojo who’s used to your schedule. you got sleep and wake up earlier than him to make sure you have everything prepared and can do your makeup routine as quick and perfect as possible.

𝜗𝜚⋆.˚ gojo who pays attention to how you do your makeup. he knows your favorite brand of lashes, your exact foundation shade, your favorite eyeliner, and your preferred eyeshadow brushes.

𝜗𝜚⋆.˚ gojo who can perfectly replicate the way you do your own. hours of looking at you doing it and many tries later have him mastering beach stroke and blend of your makeup.

𝜗𝜚⋆.˚ gojo who constantly keeps and eye out for accessories that match your look and likes. he gets them the perfect shade of the color one of your sets is to make sure it fits.

𝜗𝜚⋆.˚ gojo who annoys suguru and shoko with how much he talks about you. any little thing is enough to set him off on mentioning you and how pretty you are.

𝜗𝜚⋆.˚ gojo who asks suguru to let him do gyaruo makeup on him, promising to make it fit his look. suguru who finally lets him do it once to be surprised that gojo is good at it and managed to make it look like something suguru would wear.

𝜗𝜚⋆.˚ shoko who likes to steal you away from gojo and tease him about it later. you both have spa days together and do each others makeup, you both going your comfort zone with shoko making it as extra as you’d do it and you doing it as simple as she’d do it.

𝜗𝜚⋆.˚ gojo who defends you from anyone. he defends you from weirdos who assume that because you’re a gyaru, you do work for money, from old ladies who have nothing else to do than judge the new generation, and from women with insecurities who prefer to make you feel bad than to fix themselves.

𝜗𝜚⋆.˚ gojo who researches about gyaru culture. he learns the many subcategories, the music, the dances, the makeup styles, and more.

𝜗𝜚⋆.˚ gojo who does parapara with you. he somehow learns it first try and is better than you? show off 🙄

𝜗𝜚⋆.˚ gojo who is willing to try gyaruo makeup to match you. he lets you pick and choose everything because “you’re the expert!”

𝜗𝜚⋆.˚ gojo who loves his gyaru girlfriend so much <3

[athycore]

Hello!!! :3 I wish to make a request! I really love your writing style and the way you carry out your fics, theyre so awesome X3!!!☆

Could I make a req of Mob (/Shigeo Kageyama) with a gn!gyaru!reader :3c? Extra points if they do really good in school!

I see that you havent posted in a while on this blog, so you dont have to respond to my req! Please take care of yourself first out of anything else ^^<3

Thank youuuuuu!!!!! X3

-[Anonymous].

OMG HAIIII!!! Thank you so much, about me not posting in a while, i completely forget im a writer so i never end up checking requests, but now i did!!

Anyways heres ur food :3

Mob w a Gyaru!reader…(gn reader)

To say mob was obsessed is an understatement. He simply fawns over your fashion and loves the idea of going against the beauty standard. Although because of his fashionable s/o, he has a hard time blending in. At times he doesnt want the attention but his albsolute cutie of his lover being the center of attention, mob wouldnt mind just this once.

You both go to clothing shops together! Mob believes and trusts your fashion taste to be able to pick a few for him. He wants to hang out and uses the idea of shopping together to get you talking. He enjoys it. Afterall he somewhat helps with some of the clothes for you to pick out, while you help him look his best. He adores your keen eye on managing to find the good clothes that are usually hidden..(gatekeepers😒😒)

When you go on dates he swears he can pay, but his pay isnt enough..afterall regien isnt too reliable. Instead you pay, hope you dont mind. After you both end up going to the park or going to each others houses to hang out later. Mob gaslights(begs) reigen to let him off early for these dates too. He wants to show his respect by simply making time for you like any wonderful lover.

Mob and his family aprove of you so much! You are just the sweetest and the cutest girls to ever approach mob. Ritsu thinks its rad that his older brother managed to get a parnther in general, but thinks even more highly of you when he knows and sees your genuine care for his brother. Plus when you go to mobs house to hangout, ritsu joins whenever he feels lonely. You and mob welcome him with open arms, especially when watching a horror movie.

Mob uses his psychic powers to try to find out what you like in order for him to get the RIGHT gift. Hes just whipped and his friends and brother tease him for it. Simple middle schoolers am i right? He doesnt mind it though.

He introduces you to reigen and reigen approves. Reigen sees you as fit, and an adorable girl who would help mob by the long mile. Mob also introduced you to teru and sho, as well as the other psychics. They all like you and think you are so cool with your makeup and fashion. Heck, teru asked for some advice too.

Mob gets you both matching keychains..guaranteed. Like those cute sanrio ones or the cute little characters. He finds them absolutely adorable. The idea that his s/o has the other half, he ends up staring at his keychain on end till his club snaps him outta it.

In school you might as well be a prodigy! He finds the fact that you do so well extremely admirable. He wants to be tutored by you and you only. Only you can be patient with him. He thinks of you as top of his class, grade, school even!( next to ritsu ) He just gets so happy seeing you not having to worry about grades and what not.

There are times when you are doing makeup, he just watches. No conversation, nothing. Soly because he thinks its skillful, he feels as tho its art and that she shouldn’t interfere. But there are times he asks questions about the products your using. Hes just curious about all that stuff.

Hes your #1 supporter! He believes that you should and will do what YOU want. That no one should tell you anything about how to look, act, or present yourself!

Hope you liked it!!! Thanks so much for the request!!!

[sxu11zz]

hnnnngh lil thought i had abt 141 x gyaru!reader… (⁎⁍̴̛ ₃ ⁍̴̛⁎)

and no this isn’t me projecting because i wanna be a gyaru but can’t find any clothes or stores in my city shut up

BUT like hear me outtt reader obviously doesn’t dress like that while deployed but if u were to see a picture of them as a civilian you’d think it was an entirely different person like the makeup, the hair, the clothes, the nails, the accessories, the EVERYTHING. They almost don’t recognize reader at first :3

this was short because i gotta go somewhere in a few but i might expand on this thought later.. ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

[sabrina-kpop]

HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII, can I request a the poly hashira x fem gyaru reader who gets made fun of by the other demon slayers? (Angst but a very fluffy ending) :3

ׅ𝑆𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑜𝑢𝑡! ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

my very first request yay!! and it's of my life style!? Double yay!! In this oneshot I made the reader off of my sub style which is manba!! And sorry if this is bad which it probably is.. AND YOU ARE NOT IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH MUICHIRO YOU ARE SEEN AS A MOTHER FIGURE

WARNINGS: swearing (Sanemi ofc) slut shaming (I'm based this on my experience with being gyaru) bullying ect.

Being a gal while also being a demon hunter has is pros and cons, pros being hanging out with Tengen and Mitsuri for new clothes and cons being your makeup sweating off and hair getting messed up while on a mission.

Today is a day where the hashira (specifically Tengen) invited you and the rest to a summer festival, of course you where excited you haven't gone to a festival since you were a little girl.

You have finished doing your hair and makeup looking beautifully crazy along with your outfit, you hear a knock on your door and before you could answer Shinobu walked in "Ara ara, well aren't you looking beautiful my butterfly" she said complimenting you, you utter out a small thanks,still not being used to compliments.

you walked out with Shinobu and met up with the rest, Gyomei and Giyuu grabbed your hands and the rest began to go to the city.

What you didn't know is that Rengoku, Shinobu and Giyuu brought some of their tsugoku's and slayers with them and they don't really get along with you. They saw you as a weirdo because of your fashion sense and looks although you try your best to ignore them sometimes it can hit you a little hard......

"What is she wearing" strike one.

Ouch that hurt. You are so confident for your rebel style and yet now you're feeling like it's getting pulled away you try to ignore it but it remains in the back of your mind.

"Y/n...are you feeling okay..?" Said Muichiro you reassure him that your fine and continued your way to the city with the rest.

It was evening and you have a ride to the city it was crowded and it was bright seeing people talk, dance, laugh and show of their Japanese pride.

"Ah! It's so crowded! " Mitsuri said in a high pitched voice. Obanai suggested that you all go to a restaurant to rest and eat but you said that you wanted to see the jewelry booths and clothing booths set up outside.

Giyuu sent two of his kakushi just in case something happened.

You immediately wandered off into one of the booths that were selling jewelry. You mean started buying a bunch of them some for partners and some for you.

"Jesus Christ doesn't she have enough... She going to die from blood stopping with all those tight bands around her wrist... "

Strike two.

You really put some back listening to what they said it hurt you like if someone stabbed you in the heart you tried to ignore them again but how could you all they do is talk about you and your features you feel like nothing you feel like a clown.

"I'm back!" You said with a bag in your hands "I bought all of you some new cute clothes!" You said happily as you hand them their gifts. They happily thanked you and began to order food.

The food was delicious. The meat had a juicy flavor and the rice was perfect.

"Fuck, I'm full" utter out Sanemi

"Really? I could go for more!" Said Mitsuri. Both Obanai and Sanemi look at her in a "what the fuck?" face as Shinobu and you giggled from the side.

You got up to go to the restroom but you ain't mean it shivered due to your clothes being slightly revealing. Although you knew that this will be the consequences from deciding that your outfit looked better without a jacket and quickly shrugged it of as "beauty is pain"

As you went to the restroom and finished doing your business, you were washing your hands so you heard this.

" you can clearly tell that she's cold she was shivering so hard that when she gets for being a slut with those revealing clothes. "

Strike three, your out.

You immediately began to tear up why were they saying these things to you what did you ever do to them this has been going on for years now and it hasn't stopped. why couldn't they just accept you for who you are? Why couldn't the see that you were happy being yourself? Why couldn't they see that you are human too?

Suddenly you heard a knock on the restroom door.

"Y/n you've been their for a while are you okay?.." It was Giyuu.

"Y-yeah I'm okay..." You said trying to cover up the sound of your crying.

"Are you sure..? It's sounds like you aren't.."

You went quite and started sobbing as Giyuu opened the door and went in while the rest followed..

Mitsuri went up to you and tried to calm you down the best she can, keyword "tried"...

"Y/n just tell us what happened..!" Said Mitsuri panicking not really knowing what to do..

"Am I w-wierd?" You utter out as the rest looked at you with worry

"The fuck is that supposed to mean" said Sanemi.

"I-it's just that people when they see me the way I am they think of me as some kind of slut.."

Who the hell told you that I swear I'm going to beat them into next wee-" Sanemi said as Shinobu cut him off.

" Oh my little butterfly....you're nothing like that you're not even close you're beautiful and you're special.

Shinobu said.

" yeah you have the courage to be flamboyant while the others are just idiot with no sense of style "

Said Uzui.

"Y/n your beauty is like a flame bright and beautiful! "

Said Rengoku

"You're so beautiful doing your nails everyday is so much fun especially trying out new patterns!"

Said Mitsuri.

" Seriously tell me who made you think like that, I will show them no mercy.. "

Said Sanemi.

"You remind me of that one flowers...what was it called...? Hibiscus..? "

Said Muichiro.

"You remind me of water.... Useful and when at sea.... Sparkling.."

Said Giyuu.

"Your personality is bright and energetic...I will always pray for it to stay that way.. "

Said Gyomei.

But your personality is also soft and kind... It's one if the reasons why Kaburamaru loves you so much...

Said Obanai.

You can't believe them each and every one of their words fix your heart piece by piece you made them all get into one group hug even if Sanemi and Giyuu can't stand them..

"Wait! Hurry the fireworks are about to start" squealed Mitsuri dragging you and the rest outside. You guys found the perfect spot to watch the fireworks. as you all sat down you couldn't help but think of grateful you are to have such partner's "Thank you.. " you said as they look at you and smiled. You rest you head on giyuu's shoulder while you all watched the fireworks...

[viverememento61]

Plot twist: Nanami is gyaro, not emo like everyone says. This is what came to my mind when I read the post about them and compared the main characteristics, such as blonde or highlighted hair, casual clothing, side-swept bangs, etc. And, well, why no one thought of it before?

[the5thorgy]

PAIRING: getou suguru x gyaru!reader

CONTENT: written w fem reader in mind, highschool suguru

“You’re gonna attract curses with that outfit.”

Suguru’s voice floats lazily in front of you, smug and slow like honey. You scoff, lips pursed, one perfectly manicured brow arched high.

“I’m dressed for the club, not a cursed spirit convention.” You pop your gum, the soft snap echoing outside the shrine.

Your skirt is short, your heels are loud, and your lip gloss glistens like you’re ready to be on the cover of a fashion magazine—standing in heels on the front of the temple steps at sunset. But you don’t tone yourself down for anyone. Least of all a sorcerer who wears his hair like a monk but looks at you like a sinner.

He’s sitting on the wooden steps, uniform loose, hair tied up, and sleeves pushed to his elbows. There’s a lazy smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth like he’s both amused and intrigued. That look he gives you—dark eyes dragging slowly from your platform heels to your glossy lips—it burns hotter than any cursed flame.

“Didn’t think you’d actually show,” he says.

You toss your phone in your purse and saunter closer, hips swaying, a devilish grin playing on your lips. “You texted ‘wanna see you.’ That sounded like an invite to me.”

“Mm. Didn’t think a girl like you had time for a temple boy like me.”

You lean down, planting a hand on the step beside him, cleavage dangerously close to his line of sight.

“I make time,” you murmur, close enough that your perfume—sweet and citrusy—wraps around him like a spell. “Besides, you’re hot for a monk.”

Suguru chuckles, low and rich in his chest. “Not a monk. Just a very cursed man.”

“Even better.”

You settle beside him, letting your skirt ride up just enough to notice. He doesn’t touch you, but his eyes linger, respectful yet hungry. It’s a game now—how close can you get before someone breaks?

He hands you a can of cold tea from a bag behind him. You take it with a quiet “thanks,” pressing it against your lips with a sigh.

“Long day?” he asks.

You nod. “My girls and I were shopping in Shibuya for five hours. My feet are dying, and I saw two low-grade curses fighting over a bent vending machine.”

He snorts. “And you just walked past them?”

“Of course I did. Not my business unless they start fighting me.” You smirk. “Besides, they looked like they’d be more scared of my nails than my cursed energy.”

“Probably true,” he murmurs, gaze flicking to your sharp, glittering manicure. “You’re terrifying.”

You giggle. “You love it.”

A moment of silence stretches between you—easy, warm. The cicadas hum in the distance. Suguru’s eyes shift toward you, softer now, the teasing in his tone melting into something quieter.

“You’re a little different than I expected,” he says.

You raise a brow. “Different how?”

He shrugs. “Louder. Brighter. You bring all this color into places like this,” he gestures vaguely to the shrine, “and somehow, it fits.”

You glance down at your platform heels, your pastel nails, the rhinestone clips in your hair. For a moment, you expect judgment. But when you meet his eyes again, there’s none—just admiration wrapped in curiosity.

“I don’t blend in,” you say.

“No,” he agrees. “You stand out. Like a firefly in a field of ash.”

Your breath catches. Suguru doesn’t flirt—he doesn’t need to. His words are never cheap. So when he says something like that, it cuts deep in the best way.

You look away, a rare flush warming your cheeks.

“…You’re kinda smooth for a guy who exorcises curses all day.”

“And you’re kind of sweet for a girl who looks like she might kill me with her heels.”

You lean closer, voice dropping to a whisper. “Who says I won’t?”

His lips curve. “I’ll take the risk.”

Before you can answer, he reaches out—slowly, giving you time to pull away—and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. His fingers graze your cheek, warm and careful. You don’t move.

“You’re trouble,” he murmurs.

“So stop inviting me over.”

He chuckles again. “Never.”

[iamhereforfunnzies]

Gyaru!Reader getting her nails done?!

Bruce's reaction would be him constantly asking if you can get any work done with those nails. He would still 100% pay for them but he would ask you a billion times if you are sure. You two settled making it shorter than intended.

"Are you sureeee??? Sweetie I think you should just get a french tip so it can go with all your clothing"

"I revolve my clothing with my nails"

"Okay , make it a bit shorter."

*Chops almost all of it*

*It's okay he paid 100+ cause these are customed and that doesn't include tip*

Alfred sees you pampering yourself and that's just enough to make him happy. He likes how distinct and concise your nails are , makes him remember the dates better.

"Ahh yes young (Reader) went to the mall she had leopard nails with cross charms"

"I think it was around july when young (Reader) had blue fire nails with dragon design."

"No , Alfred I chopped them off cause the design was not giving I changed it to the green scale snake one"

"Apologizes , young (Reader) I quite liked that design."

Damian watches you sleep just to able to touch your nails , it's similar to wanting to see your kitty's claws. He just wants to poke and play with them it's so fun playing with your hands. He secretly wants to learn how to do nails so he can do designs he thinks would look good on you. C'mon he is an amazing painter! How hard can learning to do nails be? It's just a itty bitty tiny canvas.

He cried when he couldn't put the extensions straight. Self-learning is not helping and taking classes is crushing his ego. He stalked your nail appointments. His assassin skills are being used to learn how to do proper nail care.

(Wondering if I should add Dick , Jason , Tim , Cass , Duke , Cass , Steph , Terry &Maps)

[COMPLIMENT MY NAILS]