#just i swear whenever i do have anons on i get such like unnecessary comments

[butteredfrogs]

the big simblr vs small simblr anon going around is literally exactly the reason that i keep turning anon asks off because while yes there are some sweet anons out there, the vast majority of anons just want to say unnecessary stuff and hide behind anon. like it sucks that the bad out weighs the good but it does unfortunately

[thinkingotherwise]

hey darling, can i request hayato, sugishita, sakura, umemiya and whoever else you want with a reader who is obviously in love with them and thinks it's subtle about it but doesn't?

if you do then: thanks love, you're great!

Requested by: anon hihi! i got addicted to your works because it's just so good, keep it up! Also if you're taking request, can i req about wind breaker boys and with their crush who's sweet and kind but is also dumb & stupid when it comes to romance:3? Feel free to ignore this! Also don't overwork yourself and make sure to take a good rest ! ! Love your works <3

The two requests are very similar so I joined them and we ended up with reader who's not so subtle about their crush, and the said crush likes them back, they just can't help having feelings for their kinda stupid but sweet reader.

Hayato Suou, Kyotaro Sugishita, Haruka Sakura, Hajime Umemiya, Toma Hiiragi, Choji Tomiyama x Not-so-subtle! reader

Hayato Suou

He knew from the beginning, even before you realized you had a crush on him. He was very observant and just looking at you seemed enough for him to know.

He noticed how you focused purely on him whenever the two of you were in the same room. Your gaze on him, your ears listening to each word he said, and your mind remembering all the little details he mentioned. You were always paying attention to the words falling out of his mouth. When someone would then try to remember and you recalled them in an instant, everyone was surprised. Especially, if you memorized seemingly unnecessary comments that he brought up.

Suou played with you, teasing you about the favouritism you showed towards him. Saying how it was so easy to see, almost as if you had feelings for him. It seemed like you weren't as subtle as you thought and when you became flustered denying that and saying that you just had a good memory.

At your words, he asked you to recall what Sakura stated. It didn't help that you couldn't remember a thing even if it was not a full ten minutes, making Suou grin as his previous statement just got confirmed.

Kyotaro Sugishita

He was very oblivious to the not-so-subtle ways you showed your interest in him. You were seeking this presence in any way you could think of.

You were standing close to him anytime you could, basking in his calm and safe aura. Sometimes you would grab his uniform and he wouldn't notice until he tried to walk away but he was stopped by tugging from your hand, other times you were following after him whenever he was patrolling town.

Honestly, he wouldn't even notice it, if it weren't for him bumping into you, because you stood too close to him a little too often. Sugishita was confused about why you were always near him, thinking you had something to ask him, he would look at you waiting for you to start talking and you would look at him in admiration, your thoughts only on him, how he was looking at you, and how his eyes were pretty and hair silky, and OMG he was so close to you.

The others would observe Sugishita and you in interest, betting on who would be the first to notice the feelings you shared. Shared, as you thought, in secret only from the both of you.

Haruka Sakura

You were trying to be subtle with your admiration toward Sakura but with time passing it was so obvious. You showed favouritism to him almost daily.

You tried to gather any info you could about his likes and dislikes, even grilling Nirei and his little notebook for any information he had on the boy. Then you made him swear to never tell anyone, but your feelings were never a secret when you were so open about them. You attempted to keep them hidden and when you were buying some snacks you bought not only his favourites but also some other things for your friends.

Sakura eventually noticed that you bought his favourites, especially during times when someone tried to grab the things meant for him, you would quickly grab them and shove them in his direction.

He started getting your most-liked snacks, trying to communicate with you, that way. He hoped you'd notice he was also interested, but as you didn't initiate any private talk with him about it, he started asking himself if he should be the first one to ask you out, because you clearly didn't realize he felt the same as you.

Hajime Umemiya

He was so dense, that everyone knew you liked him instead of him. He thought you were just admiring him as a friend, a leader, trying to get as much from him as you could.

Really the man would see you looking at him in a daze, getting lost in his pretty eyes, your thoughts making up scenarios where he would be your boyfriend, and he would just tilt his head and ask if you wanted to ask some questions about the stuff he just shared.

Umemiya was really clueless, but thankfully his sister noticed your loving gaze and you getting lost in thoughts. It came to Kotoha helping him, or more like getting it into his head that you did have feelings for him and all your adoration was not platonic.

The next time he noticed you with your head in the clouds as you observed him he smiled softly and stepped closer. You didn't realize he was so close until you felt him blowing on your ear as he leaned over. You jumped back in surprise as he laughed joyfully at your reaction. You thought he was just teasing you, not noticing the soft gaze he directed toward you.

Toma Hiiragi

Your attempts of showing interest to him were not so quickly spotted. He thought you being nervous around him was normal, maybe because you needed to get used to new people, or you just didn't like to talk with others, but when he noticed how different you were with others, he believed maybe you were scared of him.

Hiiragi tried everything he could to ease your nerves and convince you that he wasn't all that bad. Unfortunately, as much as he attempted it never worked, after encountering his soft and protective side you became flustered and fidgeted even more when he was in your view. And then something clicked in his mind and that was the moment he knew your feelings were actually very different than what he thought.

After that, he made several attempts to approach you, always trying to be careful and not to startle you, just slowly showing more and more interest in you. He started hesitating if he should tell you about the feelings he shared for you or let you figure it out on your own.

Choji Tomiyama

He was oblivious to your feelings, his mind focused only on the fact that you were willing to spend every minute with him. You loved being by him, seeing him have fun and playing around. It was so refreshing and somehow helped you relax. His smile was just enough to make your day.

At any time Tomiyama asked if you wanted to join him, you would immediately agree. Following him and his shocking, occasionally strange, adventures. Sometimes his friends would join, others you would take the opportunity to spend time alone with the happy-go-lucky boy.

His smile never failed to instantly bring a grin to your face, making you laugh cheerfully.

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[withleeknow]

i think you'll do well with requests bc they seem to be popular in the fanfic side of tumblr! but even if it doesn't take off that quick, at least that'll be less overwhelming bc some ppl can be so demanding....anyways, i hope the best for you in this new journey haha 💝

me personally, i'm not very creative so i'll leave the details to the professionals (aka you) but i'd like to req something from minho's pov. i think those type of stories are SEVERELY lacking in the lee know fics department lol 🥲 it could be a childhood friends to lovers where he is pining for oc but he has a lot of self esteem issues and thinks she's not interested in him. also a big softie and just all around head over heels for her. you can add your magic! (if this is even remotely interesting enough to write lol i just want a minho pov tbh shsjjfjdjdj 😭)

light years.

summary: three times minho bites his tongue, and one time you don't let him.

pairing: minho x f!reader genre/warnings: childhood friends to lovers, fluff, angst; kissing, cursing, so much pining i could hurl. could this have been more edited? oh absolutely lmao but i actually don't hate it sooo this is what we're going with :p word count: 4.2k note: to the first anon, thank you so much for your kind words! :') and i'm sorry that this took me longer than expected. i was trying to figure out what i wanted to write for your prompt but then i got the second request with the song and i thought they would go nicely together hehehehe i hope the both of you enjoy thissss

as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

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I'm not sure what it means to love But I blink kind of slow around you I'm not sure what it means to love But I'll grow wherever you do What that means, I don't have a clue

I'm Not Sure - Margeaux Beylier

One.

Minho is 18 years old, and he doesn't know what love is, doesn't really care for it at all.

While his friends are out there wrapped in the clutches of young love - the kind that blooms with stolen glances in classrooms and sticky notes passed in secrecy, Minho finds it simply unnecessary. He doesn't understand it whenever Hyunjin whines about not having a girlfriend because they're still young, they've got all the time in the world for romance later down the line. It's not the end of the world like Hyunjin laments it is.

Minho has his own life to prioritize. College is starting after the summer and he still needs to figure out how he's going to cope with the absence of his cats once he moves away. He's got dancing and he's got his other hobbies to keep him fulfilled and occupied.

And above all, he's got you.

You're getting ready for your sister's wedding when it happens for the first time. Or rather, when it doesn't happen.

You step back into the room where Minho is waiting for you on the sofa, his gaze resting idly on the screen of his phone, scrolling absentmindedly through his friends' group chat even though he has no interest in whatever they're talking about. You cough lightly to indicate your return after disappearing into the bathroom minutes prior to change into your dress. He looks up upon your soft announcement, and when his eyes settle on you, he swears it feels like an invisible force has collided with his chest and knocked all of the air from his lungs.

Throughout all his years of knowing you, inseparable from childhood until now, Minho has never seen you like this - all dolled up with your hair falling over your collarbones, cascading over your shoulders in soft waves that beckons him to run his fingers through. The light blue dress hugs you beautifully, the silky material catching the light from outside the window every time you shift on your feet under his steady gaze.

"So...?" you ask, moving your arms awkwardly behind your back like you're not sure what to do with them. "What do you think?"

What does he think?

Minho thinks you might just be the prettiest girl in the world. He thinks he must have been an idiot his whole life, to have spent most of his waking hours beside you and not once has he noticed how truly breathtaking you are. He thinks about the feeling that spreads in the pit of his stomach, sends warmth throughout his body and makes his heartbeat race a million miles an hours.

Your best friend blinks slowly as he savors the warmth that he's never experienced before. It's similar to the feeling you get when you're sitting under the shade of a big tree on a summer's day. It's comparable to the satisfied tranquility you get after you've just finished a hearty meal. A little hazy in your contentment.

It's not until you probe with a pointed Well? that Minho realizes he's been staring at you in silence for a few minutes now. He swallows thickly, willing away the words that he wants to say but they get lodged in his throat. He reckons it's weird to verbalize them, because it's not how the two of you function. You don't often utter that kind of sentiment out loud and he doesn't either. Never have and likely never will.

In the end, he bites his tongue. "You look presentable," is what he settles on.

You roll your eyes, then reward him with a laugh.

Minho doesn't care about love. He only cares about you.

Two.

Minho is 21 years old, and he's gotten used to his heart beating erratically whenever he's in your presence.

Three years flew by in the blink of an eye, and graduation is just around the corner. You've always done well in school, straight A student with a track record that most could only dream to have. You put in the hours, you do the work. You deserve everything that you've achieved.

But it's been a challenging few months for you both, being seniors and all. He's had to watch you struggle to stay on top of your classes while also having to slave over a thesis 24/7 until you were sure it was perfect. It reduced you to tears a few times, and Minho was there to hold your hand through it all.

He held you in his comforting embrace when you wanted to give up. He made you dinner when you were too immersed in your schoolwork to notice that you'd forgotten to eat. He was your biggest support system; if it weren't for him, you don't know if you would've made it through.

It's hot outside today, a little unbearable but not uncharacteristic for June. Minho waits in a familiar hallway, the same hall that he's walked past for hundreds of times over the past few years, the same hall that he won't see again once he holds a degree in his hands in only a few weeks' time.

As he sits on an old wooden bench, he bounces his leg as if he's one of the people in the classrooms that line the hall. He doesn't have to be on campus today, but here he is regardless because you're scheduled for your thesis defense this morning. You're in one of those rooms, probably also bouncing your leg from the overwhelming nerves. Minutes feel like hours; you went in there a while ago after he had sent you off with a pat on the head and an encouraging Godspeed.

He's nervous for you, but he's sure that you'll do great. Years of hard work accumulating in what must be the most important moment of your academic journey. You even stayed up all night last night, refusing to sleep a wink just to revise your arguments and talking points.

Minho's head snaps up instantly as he hears a door creak open, the sound of it reverberating throughout the empty hallway like a gong announcing your return from battle. It takes you a few seconds to step out of the room and into his line of sight. He can't see you very well with all this distance between you, but he can still make out the way your frame is visibly shaking with every step you take. He rises to his feet, and you break into a sprint.

He opens his arms wide - a hug of consolation or congratulations, he doesn't know yet - but he still can't seem to brace himself for the collision. You run straight into his embrace, your warms wounding around his middle tightly. Minho feels your tremors, hears your sniffles from where you're pressing your cheek against his shoulder.

"How did it go?" he asks gently.

You start crying then, and he doesn't know if the tears that his shirt is soaking up are those of joy or of grief, but he holds you through it anyway. He swears he can feel every single beat of your heart, hammering so wildly as you're pressed against him like you could sink into him if only you'd push just a little bit more.

"I passed," you say in between sobs. "I got an A."

Minho heaves out the breath that he's been holding ever since you entered that classroom, but it's not like he had any doubt about it to begin with. He hugs you tighter than he's ever had before, and he loves you just the same.

You two must look so dramatic, all wrapped up together in your own little bubble, but who the fuck cares? Although, when another student passes by and coughs, you do break away from him, a little embarrassed for a second.

Even with your hair all mussed up and your flushed cheeks stained with tears, he still thinks you look the same as you did when you were 18 at your sister's wedding. The prettiest girl in the world.

Minho wipes away the wetness on your face with his sleeves, then swipes with gentle thumbs at the moisture that's gathered along your lash lines.

"Holy fucking shit," you breathe out, your shoulders sagging with evident relief, so much more relaxed now that you've done it. "I can't believe it's finally over."

Your best friend can't entirely agree, because he's always believed in you. He's had faith in you since the beginning, since you were mere children laughing and crying together on the playground. You were meant to do great things, this was always crystal clear to Minho.

I love you, he thinks as he smooths a hand over your hair, his chest swelling with nothing but pride and fondness for you. You did so well.

But it's not what he ends up telling you. He swallows it down, washes it away with a dose of regret and longing. He's still not the type to express sappy sentiments, and he's grown accustomed to adoring you only in secret.

"Let's go," he says softly. "I'll buy you dinner."

Minho is still young, he's still got his whole life ahead of him, but he knows what love is now. He knows that it's you.

Three.

Minho is 24 years old, and he finds it hard to make peace with the fact that you're starting to get out there, that you're finally going on dates now that academics aren't taking up most of your time anymore.

To be fair, none of the guys you've seen have been graced with a second date, and Minho thanks his lucky stars whenever you return from a night out and text him a simple Not it. He knows that it wasn't your decision in the first place, that your mom and your sister have been setting you up on blind dates because they want to see you bring a boyfriend home.

You complain about it all the time, whining about how you're not interested but your family is adamant on it. Minho is well aware, and yet, there's a part of him that's a little shaken, because what if? What if the universe miscalculates and the stars misalign just enough in his misfortune for you to cross paths with someone who's absolutely perfect for you? Someone who's a good man that can give you what you've always deserved to have.

He really doesn't know what he would do if that happens. When it happens?

He doesn't know why you're here tonight either, sitting on a chair on the other side of his kitchen island in a pretty dress when you're supposed to be going on a date in half an hour. The guy apparently works for a big record label, some producer that your sister knows through a friend of a friend.

You look indifferent, kind of bored, as you watch Minho makes dinner for himself. "You seem miserable," he comments, taking a quick break from chopping vegetables to glance up at you. You do look a bit miserable, but you're still the most beautiful in his eyes.

You throw your head back and groan loudly, "Because I am. God, I don't know why they keep making me do this. These guys always give nothing."

"Please elaborate."

"They're all boring suits with tedious routines." you say, and as absentminded as your tone is, it sounds a little pointed to Minho's ears. "They don't make me laugh."

Do they not make you laugh, or do they not make you laugh more than I can?

"Then don't go," he snickers, though there's no humor in his voice at all. "These guys sound like duds. Just tell your sister to fuck off."

"Do you mean that? Do you really think I shouldn't go?"

And there's something in your gaze, something so suddenly expectant in the way you're looking at him that makes Minho wonder. If he says yes, would you listen? Would you stay here with him? Would you stay here for him?

I'm serious. Don't go. You can have this and I'll make myself ramyeon. Just be here with me.

You both stare at each other on either side of his kitchen island for an infinite stretch of time. He feels like your eyes are trying to tell him something that he can't decipher, as if they're sending him signals in a language that he never learned how to read.

For a second there, he indulges himself. He pretends that you're only asking because you want to hear him say it. That you want him to put up a fight and not let you go.

But he bites his tongue because it's become a bad habit. A habit that he can't shake because he simply doesn't have the courage to do so. Because if you stay here tonight, looking like that under the cozy lighting of his living room, he might just spill his secrets and he wouldn't be able to take it when reality comes crashing down and you end up telling him that you've never felt the same way.

"I'm kidding," he musters up the words, and tries to plaster on a smile for your sake, even though he's not sure if you really believe it. "You're dressed up anyway. Go and get a free fancy dinner, if anything."

Minho knows what love is, but his love has always lived in the shadows, his longing has only existed in the dark that it terrifies him just thinking about it meeting the light.

Four.

Minho is 26 years old, and he's been a coward for the better part of a decade.

Maybe he's loved you for even longer, but he has spent the past eight years head over heels in love with you, and not once has he done anything about it. Never been able to gather enough courage to ask you out, never even hinted at his feelings for you. He loves you from his place by your side and yet, you've never known.

He loves you the most, but he loves you in the worst way that a person can love another - he loves you in silence.

You're the prettiest girl in the world, and Lee Minho is a pathetic coward.

All these years, he's kept quiet and for what? There's always a spot reserved for him right next to you and yet, it feels like he can only watch you from the sidelines, far away from where it really matters, because he doesn't think he can fit into your life the way he truly wants. You taught him what love was, and love, to Minho, is unattainable. Something he can spend the rest of his life yearning for but won't ever have.

Love hurts. Sometimes, all love does is hurt.

"I would've taken you to a nice restaurant if you asked, you know," he says, putting a chocolate cupcake on the coffee table in front of you before he sits down next to you on the fluffy carpet of your living room. He pulls out a candle next, placing it right in the center of the sweet treat.

Your gaze follows his hand has he lights the candle, your eyes glinting with excitement as though you're a child again and your favorite day of the year is still your birthday. The tiny flame curves and bends, dancing to a rhythm that looks like only you can hear. You watch the candle like it's magic, while Minho just watches you, thinking the same thing.

He watches as you close your eyes and clasp your hands together for the theatrics, then you blow out the flame seconds later with a swift breath.

You turn to him with a smile, "I don't need a nice restaurant. This is perfect."

He blinks, and there's that warmth simmering in his belly again. He first felt it when he was 18, and he feels it now. He feels it almost every moment that he spends with you, and he reckons it's only reasonable, because you're his home personified and love can still be beautiful even when it hurts. There's his heart racing again, but that's nothing new to Minho.

He muses over your words. Perfect. Just one simple word is enough to get his hopes up in a way that it really shouldn't.

Your definition of a birthday well spent is in your cozy apartment, eating takeout pizza with your best friend. Perfect, to you, is him baking you a singular chocolate cupcake upon your request and being with him within these four walls, where his fingers occasionally brush yours when you sit next to each other.

Oh, Minho would follow you to the ends of the earth if you asked him to.

He clears his throat lightly, breaking away from your gaze that's full of gratitude and childlike wonder. "What did you wish for?"

"I'm not gonna tell you. It won't come true then."

Wishes don't come true anyway, he thinks, but obviously he won't say it out loud to you, and on your birthday no less. Instead, he diverts his attention to the cupcake, subconsciously tonguing his cheek as he takes a small chunk of the sweet and offers it to you.

You let him feed you even though your eyes are narrowed. "What was that look?" you ask.

"What look?"

"You had a look."

"No, I didn't," Minho insists.

"Yes, you did. You wanted to say something, didn't you?"

He shrugs, popping a piece of cupcake into his own mouth. The answer is yes, he did want to say something, but if you want to get technical about it, then he's wanted to say something for years now. He asks you the same thing every birthday, What did you wish for?, and you would refuse to tell him every time.

"Wishes don't come true," he verbalizes it this time, with a voice that's lighthearted on purpose despite knowing that you wouldn't take it that seriously either way.

You roll your eyes. "Now you're just being pessimistic."

"What? I'm speaking from experience."

"You've never had a birthday wish come true?"

"My birthday wishes haven't come true since I was 18."

Minho feels your eyes on the side of his face, and when you remain quiet for a beat too long, he turns his attention back to you. "What?"

"How do you know they didn't come true?"

"Because..."

Because you've been my wish for almost a decade now. I didn't use to believe in wishes but I always believed in you. Every year, I wish for you to look at me the way I look at you, but it never comes true. Every year, I wish that you would love me back, not just as a friend, but you never do. You are my wish, but you're also the very reason why I know wishes don't come true.

Then he's laughing, but nothing is remotely funny about this. It's your birthday and suddenly all he can think about is how much it stings to be reminded that you're the only thing he'll ever wish for, and still, maybe this simple wish is absurd enough that the universe will never grant him what he truly wants.

"Never mind," he says. "This whole thing is silly."

There he goes, biting his tongue again. Coward.

"No, what were you going to say?"

"You're so bossy today," Minho pretends to complain.

"It's my birthday. Tell me," you press on, and suddenly he can't find any appreciation for your stubbornness that he's adored all his life. You keep your eyes fixed on him when all he wants to do is hide from you.

What is he supposed to say to you? What can he even say? That he's spent more than a third of his life hopelessly enamored with you? That the second he utters any of this out loud, he knows it will be the end of your friendship?

And Minho can't afford to lose you. Even if it hurts, he would rather let love hurt than live in the absence of you.

"Eat your cupcake," he says instead. "I'll get some ice cream."

He makes a move to get up, and the bad habit further cements its place in his subconscious. He's always running away from you when you're supposed to be the person he can be the most open with. This is how he knows he doesn't deserve you.

But you reach for his wrist and it makes him still, the feeling of your hand sliding downward to hold onto his fingers. He's used to the feeling of your smaller hand in his, used to how he can hear his heartbeat in his ears whenever you lace your fingers together.

What he isn't accustomed to, is the look on your face this very second, akin to the one you wore two years ago as you sat on the other side of his kitchen island, asking him if you should go.

Expectant and hopeful; you're holding something back too.

The words that slip from your lips are ones that he never imagined you would say to him.

"I've waited for you long enough."

His poor excuse of retrieving ice cream is all but forgotten as he stares at you, doe-eyed and despairingly confused. "What is that supposed to mean?"

You take a breath, and Minho wonders if this is how he looked every time he wanted to say something only to back down in the end.

Then it all comes rushing out.

"For a while, I thought there might've been something between us, something more than just friendship. I don't know why I thought that, I just had a feeling. On the day of our graduation, I thought you would finally kiss me or at least say something, but you didn't. Whenever I went on dates, I wanted you to tell me not to go, that I was wasting my time with those guys that couldn't make me laugh because they weren't you. You never said anything, you never did anything. I waited every birthday just like I waited tonight. You're still holding it over me and I'm starting to wonder if you really love me too or if I imagined everything this whole time."

Your voice gets smaller toward the end, almost as if the uncertainty takes over you the longer he remains silent. He doesn't have the words for it, doesn't really have the mental capacity to process all of what you just professed. Years and years of longing, of hoping that you would come running into his arms the same way you did on the morning of your thesis defense, and it turns out that you were always the one waiting for him to reach you.

If you really love me too.

Your fingers start to loosen around his but Minho doesn't let you get away, not now and not ever again. Not when he finally knows that he's burnt up enough of your time just because he was too stuck in his head to see that you were holding a hand out for him all along.

He pulls you into his orbit and he likes to imagine that somewhere out there in the infinite universe, two stars collide when he kisses you for the first time, long overdue but still heavenly nonetheless.

He's crying but you don't seem to mind the tears. You're kissing him back and it's really all that matters. He can't think straight but he adores you to the point that his lungs ache.

"I love you," he mumbles against your lips. The sentiment comes out clumsy, half coherent but wholeheartedly sincere. "I'm sorry. I love you, I love you, fuck, I love you."

You're the one who breaks the kiss first, with your hand on his chest gently pushing him away. Panic instantly shoots through him like a lightning strike. These are the words he's been holding back for years, did he not even say them right? Did he fuck things up yet again?

You brush the tears from his cheeks, your voice so impossibly soft when you ask, "Do you mean it?"

Minho splinters into a million pieces, of course he does.

Your name falls from his lips, sounding like a prayer, like the most tender plea that's ever been uttered, "I love you the most. I'm so in love with you that it hurts. I've been yours for so long and I never said anything. Fuck, I-I'm sorry. I love you so much. I'm sorry. I-"

You bring his face to yours once more, shushing him with a kiss that makes him putty in your hands. You tell him that it's okay, and you kiss him like you forgive him. The world could be ending right now, and he doesn't think that either of you would even care very much.

Because you're the only wish of his life, and you kiss him as though you want to make up for the lost years. Because Minho feels like he's 18 again and you're the most beautiful girl in the world, wearing a smile that leaves him breathless in the most wonderful way possible.

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[barbika1508]

Intentionally unintentional (Peter Pevensie x Reader / Fluff)

Word Count: 5,2k

Genre: Fluff, Romance

Pairing: Peter Pevensie x Reader

Warnings: None, there’s just fluff

Summary: Finding the High King is harder than it might seem at first, but it’s not unusual for Y/N to drag him out of trouble most often than not.

Authors Note: Omaru is the name of the grounds where Aslan’s camp was placed on in the first book and Movie. So, I simply used the name of it to name a Lord after it.

Here you go anon who requested fluff!!!! I hope you liked it :3

Unbelievable. Truly. Unbelievable.

‘’Lady Y/N.’’ the greeting is friendly, but I can only offer a nod of acknowledgement and a brief smile as I pass a gorgeous nymph and a talking bear that’s walking next to her. They are heading into the direction of the Apple orchard from where I’m marching from. I’m tempted to start running to rush this process faster, but the notion would notion would raise awareness and at this moment unwanted as I don’t want anyone to worry or panic unnecessarily just because I can’t offer smiles or words of reassurance in my haste.

My dress on occasion tangles itself almost joyfully around my legs, causing me to stumble and literally come to a stop by jumping here and there. This is why pants work and are practical, why I love pants. Dresses aren’t my forte but ever since I’ve been promoted, my knighthood elevated I had to make changes to my wardrobe which Lucy didn’t have any problems in helping out with. Accordingly, to unofficial but official rules of the court dresses are of preference for females. Usually I don’t mind following the rules but some rules occasional spark distastefulness in my mouth like right now. I seriously dislike the Royal court this instance.

Only in times like these it dawns on me how big Cair Paravel actually is. The many rooms, nocks and crannies’ it has and still unexplored and hidden rooms from what I’ve heard it just goes on and on, up down and yes all around. But uncovering mysteries is an agenda for another day, my current plans already going sideways which to be honest was to be expected it’s the disappointment that was not however - anger yes. It isn’t until my calves start to burn that I slow down, still tempted to run but instead I end up walking in big strides with a grim expression on which a lovely naiad points out once I cross a courtyard with a fountain in the middle. Her sisters greet me in giggles the comment roaring up a dose of laughter. I simply offer them a brief smile of acknowledgement before hurrying my step ahead shaking of the brief moment of embarrassment.

After what feels like a few kilometres of walk, I reach the High King’s study surprised to see the doors opened. Peeking inside the room there’s only a faun working over some scrolls and documents, moving and folding them, over the grand table that has been placed there to hold meetings with more people.

‘’Ah my lady.’’ The faun is quick to notice me, letting go of his work as he sidesteps and offers a bow. I return it back stepping inside eyes running over the scrolls looking for an indication of what sort of discussion may have happened in my absence. I end up turning to Mentius.

‘’Where’s the High King? He was supposed to be here??’’ at my question he averts his gaze.

‘’I’m afraid to reveal that in a certain sense he was abducted by a few lords.’’

My eyebrows raise up hands coming to rest over my hips, while I run my tongue over my left cheek ‘’Abducted?’’ I inquire narrowing my eyes at the already nervous looking faun, that fumbles with some scrolls on the table.

‘’Yes, they have guided him out of the study. I am not certain where their intentions lie or where they might have led him to. Or the matter of discussion.’’ He looks apologetic once he lifts his eyes up shyly.

I simply hum at first tapping my foot impatiently as I glance at the painted ceiling, the fresco portraying a story that Peter likes and which he chose. It’s a nice short story which supposedly happened near the beginning of Narnian’s creation and it includes a table of beavers and the King’s firstborn helping them out.

‘’Hm alright.’’ I straighten up and offer a wide smile ‘’I greatly thank you for your honesty Mr. Mentius. I’d suggest for you to run away while you can and take the rest of the day off. I bid you farewell.’’ With that and a fumbling goodbye from the nervous faun, I turn around and head outside my second destination being the throne room.

I have an inkling of an idea of what the lords want, and which ones have ambushed poor Peter. There have been words going around, made up rumours from certain noblemen of wanting to be gifted land on Galma, and perhaps even Avra. It irks me just the thought of it, the greediness that the men are starting to portray. Most of them being humans doesn’t ease my slowly growing nerves over them visiting us the last few days.

‘’Darling Y/N!’’ a voice calls out startling me. I trail off a few more steps head turning around spotting Lucy as she skips over to me enthusiastically, holding onto a richly weaved flower crown ‘’Why are you in such a hurry? Where is the fire?’’ she asks bubbly coming to a stop in front of me.

‘’I’m trying to find your older brother. He has a habit of slipping through my fingers, as of lately. Intentionally or not.’’ I complain sincerely which has her chuckling immediately her eyes crinkling as she gleefully nods.

‘’It’s mostly unintentional, and very rarely intentional.’’ She defends him swiftly ‘’What trouble has he gotten himself now into?’’

‘’In his defence he probably didn’t do anything, besides being nice.’’ I grumble crossing my arms while she tilts her head giving me a fond look.

‘’Poor thing.’’ She coos shaking her head. I spot a group of nymphs further ahead at the gardens, peeking around the corner of a gate and a column towards us, all murmuring between one another clearly up to something ‘’Being nice and polite is a given, but taking advantage of it…’’ she trails off looking conflicted, hands mindlessly stroking the flower petals.

I reach forward placing my right hand over hers brining her gaze up to me again ‘’That’s why I’m here. I’ll get him away no problem. It’s easier to blame me it’s what I’m here for.’’ I tease winking, and then pull her into a hug ‘’You on the other hand should go back to your friends. They are missing you.’’ As I lean back, I point backwards. Lucy follows my direction looking just in time as squeaks reach our ears and the girls disappear.

‘’Ah I see.’’ She says smirking widely and turns forward after a moment ‘’I wish you the best of luck in your quest. And if anyone dares to blame you for anything you find me and I’ll take care of it!’’ I’m surprised at the end at the slight change in her tone and the warning in her words. My astonishment gives her enough time to stand on her tip toes and place the flower crown onto my head.

‘’What are you…’’ she’s quick to shush me with a smile, fingers gentle and fleeting working my hair, to hold the flower crown steady atop my head ‘’This is unnecessary your majesty.’’

She instantly snorts at the title I use to address her and steps behind me, taking in her handywork while I simply smile at the slight weight over my head loving the sweet smell that the flowers are emitting ‘’it is very necessary. I keep saying and will keep saying it; you are meant to wear flower crowns.’’ She beams as she stands in front of me once more and takes me in, hand taking a hold of my own ‘’Now I give you my full blessing to do whatever you please with my brother.’’

This time around laughter raises up from my own chest at the secret and not so secret implication ‘’You are being ridiculous truly. And sneaky.’’ I add giving her a glare as she starts to walk backwards the murmurs and chatter present once more.

‘’Me, no. You’ve must have mistaken me for some else Lady Y/N.’’ she says playfully still backing away slowly, her words making me shake my head, hands flying up for the flower crown which remains unmoving. She’s a professional I swear.

‘’Uh huh. Have a nice day your majesty.’’ I call back as she turns around. She offers a last glance waving to me before he walks around the corner joining her ladies and friends, cheers and laughter rising. Such a nice sweet girl our Lucy is. Taking in a breath, I check to find the throne room empty some folks cleaning and dusting it. Not wanting to disturb them, I do curiously as on instinct make a detour to the gardens near the throne room. It’s a place where mostly people “run off to” whenever we have balls, or gatherings, celebrations ecc.

On a day to day basis, only people that take care of the gardens tend to roam around here. And on occasion I do love it myself to just walk around the layered balconies fully enjoying the magnificent view of the sea and castle no matter the weather. It is always breath-taking.

Greeting passing satyrs and dwarfs, along with a tiger and excited looking group of mice I make my way to the marble fence, lips turning into a wide smile once my eyes lay fully on the glistering calm sea that stretches ahead of me.

In the corner of my eye I spot movement. It captures my attention brining my eyes downwards, and finally praise Aslan I spot my target. Poor Peter is right in the middle of the half circle of 5 humans that all but surround him. I lean onto the wide fence wanting to get closer and hear what they are actually discussing. MY gaze lands on the High King that is mostly silent looking between the lords trying to clearly portray himself as if he’s interested in what they are saying. He looks uncomfortable. It makes me smirk knowing that he’s sort of suffering. It’s funny. (I don’t mean that in a malicious way)

Not wanting to waste any more time, I walk over to the steps and skip a bit recklessly over a few, landing on my feet successfully every time I reach flat ground. By the time I reach the 5th balcony which is the lowers one of this level, I compose myself into a lady whilst the lords quiet down after noticing my presence.

‘’Lady Y/N, how nice of you to have joined us.’’ Peter greets contrastingly cheerful, as the lords greet me somewhat stoically. In return I turn to the High King addressing him first and then spare the lords a greeting. The older men even though offer pleasantries and smiles, make it clear that the mood has been soured.

‘’I do apologize for my interruption lords, your majesty. It took me a while to find you. You simply disappeared I’ve been told.’’ I state unabashed putting on an expression of wonder to mock the men. I do make sure that I stand next to the High King, not missing the way he shifts in favour of standing even closer to me.

‘’Ah it is not, as if we were hiding my Lady.’’ One chuckles his undertone noticeably mocking. I play along smiling and nodding as they exchange looks.

‘’Yes, yes, I believe you my Lord. There must have been a miss-communication of sorts.’’ I reply glancing at Peter not missing the ‘Please help me’ look he gives along with an apologetic half smile that’s easy to read. Haaaaa he should feel guilty. ‘’Anyhow can I offer up my assistance given that I’m finally here? I must have missed the invitation for this meeting I do offer my sincere apologies.’’ Just to be extra and a bit petty I bow my head in apology offering the men an innocent expression.

Again, they exchange looks between one another, knowing that I’ve caught them ‘’The lords were discussing about benefits for nobility, and certain deserving Narnians.’’ Peter speaks up with a smirk on his lips quick to spill the tea so to speak. I don’t miss how a lord that’s comes from the great river and far up north who is known not to lie his eyes widening almost comically for a moment ‘’In war times as we all well know we award our people, for their bravery, heroism and even if they are simply in need. And given these peaceful and rich times, why shouldn’t we continue being generous. Times are good, and even in good times we could and should give out good will and rewards.’’

I immediately nod, not missing the way Peter’s eyes whilst he talks take me in, gaze lingering over my features and the flower crown.

‘’That sounds like a very good and very selfless idea from you my lords. I praise for your humbleness.’’ I cheer still playing along turning to the serious men ‘’Can I hear some of the suggested ideas please?’’

Again, nobody says anything, the men sending glances towards the High King as if he’s one of them, waiting for him to speak further. Peter on the other hand takes a look at them and ends up smirking as he turns to me, hands at his sides one resting over his left hip where his sword would be. He has a habit of mindlessly reaching for the hilt the action endearing.

‘’The initial idea from our noblemen, was to give out land on Galma for starters. But that’s just an idea at the moment being.’’

I keep silent and turn behind to glance across the sea towards where the island can be seen on clear days. I try keeping back the inkling of anger that spike in me and put on a smile as I face the men.

‘’And an idea it shall remain.’’ I state overly cheerfully perhaps ‘’May I advise that we organize festivals your majesty to consider? Friendly competitions that anyone can participate in, and stands to boost businesses for individuals? Of course, that’s another reason to travel and revisit Narnia and it’s many beauties.’’

At my suggestion Peter’s eyes sparkle, face lightening up ‘’That is a very well-rounded idea Lady Y/N!’’ he acclaims ‘’We should have called for you much earlier. What are your thoughts on this my lords?’’ he turns to the men that are quick to act, putting on big smiles.

‘’Ah wonderful.’’

‘’What a stupendous idea my lady.’’

‘’Very well thought out indeed.’’

If I had a penny for every time that someone acted fake…

‘’That is only meant for the common folk with due respect my lady. Our thoughts were going along the lines of men that have fought in battles and who have upheld peace in the recent years. Men that need time off, to free their minds from their troubles.’’ Ah there he is the rebellious lord of Omaru finally laying the cards on table. I bite back a cough, and snarky remark of him just mentioning men. As if women didn’t fight or contribute to Narnia.

I narrow my eyes at him crossing my arms but make sure I cup my right cheek making an effect of looking as if I’m thinking hard about his words, squaring up my shoulders.

‘’It is why festivals and contests are a place and occurrence to take their minds off. Maybe travels around our lands. We can start to talk about building a rehabilitation space of sorts somewhere near the woods preferably.’’ I reply ‘’Galma’s land isn’t ours to just give so freely my Lord. Nor to our esteemed noblemen and noblewomen, nor to the High King himself. Whoever is in possession of said lands we’d have to pay off fairly. Man, woman or the kingdom. Narnia isn’t here to be owned by us; whatever you are given must be earner with honesty and valour.’’ I politely and calmly explain not breaking eye contact with the said lord who is a man in his forties and has made a name for himself by building his town from grounds up after the war ‘’Besides my dear Lords, people look up to us. They look up to you, saviours of our beloved lands and hearts. We are only human that is true, and greed can be hard to resists that’s understandable. But at the end of the day gentlemen we have been put into the positions in which we stand for I’m sure good reasons. Maybe intentionally or unintentionally by Aslan’s will perhaps.’’

Check mate. Nobody pips a word, as they stare at me, some with blank expressions others with frustrations burning beneath the surface. My words were clear and hold a heaviness to them. Anyone that tries to contradict me especially after the last part of my sentence, would be to speak against Aslan himself. And yes, yes, I’ve played dirty just now bringing his name into this mess that the men before me have created. The 4 lords keep quiet but huddle closer next to one another, quietly starting to debate what has just transpired all the while Lord Omaru to my surprise doesn’t remove his gaze away from me. He offers a lopsided smirk instead steely blue eyes holding my own.

His gaze starts to make me feel uncomfortable giving me an inkling as if he’s having ideas of pushing me off the balcony. Thank Aslan, that Peter gets my attention shifting closer to me ‘’Well pointed out Lady Y/N. I do have to apologize for my tardiness…’’ he starts off almost making me roll my eyes – I don’t. I instead shake my head and grab for his forearm shutting him up, as I step backwards. He goes along willingly taking a step forward.

‘’My dear lords, please excuse us but we do have other urgent matters to attend to as it was scheduled. Please consult between yourselves an we can pick up this discussion in the following days. I wish you a good day.’’ Not having patience anymore, I completely ignore as they start to greet us in return half bowing down whilst I all but drag the High King away reaching the stairs in no time. For the first 2 levels I hitch up my dress and try to walk up composed and yet I end up letting go of the boy behind me and sprint up. I ignore the burn in my thighs and legs, panting loudly once we reach the top of the stairs and walk out of the men’s sight towards the building, the glass wall starting midway of the wall whilst we stand on the corner of it.

‘’Was that really needed?’’ Peter pants catching up to me a few steps behind. I lean over, placing my hands onto my knees to support myself as I try catching my breath, lungs only slightly burning at the strain ‘’That was quite intense wasn’t it?’’ he wonders out loud looking a bit better than I am feeling. Although it does seem like we’ve ran out of shape. Hm it’s a good initiative to start practicing sword fighting. Gathering myself enough to start moving again the first thing I do I legit punch him on the arm ‘’OUUUU!!’’ he whines grabbing a hold of his arm.

‘’Dummy!!’’ I exclaim glaring at him ‘’How hard is it to actually say no??!?!’’

He looks at me startled but breaks into a grin arms rising up. Within a step he’s right in my personal space and pulls me into his chest gleefully ‘’NO you jerk!’’ I protest immediately trying to push him away. Of course, I don’t success as his grip is secure not giving me any wiggle room. He boyishly laughs, clearly enjoying himself as I grumble ‘’You don’t get to laugh, you owe me big time mister!’’ I manage to lean back enough to look at him ‘’Big time!’’

His grin turns into half a pout as he can’t stop smiling ‘’I must relay to you my sincerest apologies my lady. I do apologize from the bottom of my heart…’’ he puts on this ridiculous and very mocking tone, using words that have me grinning in return and covering my mouth with my hand not to burst into laughter.

‘’Peter!!!!’’ I wine in protest pushing against his chest with both hands. He ends up breathing out once harshly at my push but laughs instead, hands not leaving me.

‘’I’m sorry my love.’’ He switches back to normal, pursing his lips in an attempt to kiss me. But unlike him I always keep an eye out on my surroundings; and this time can hear the lords first before seeing them or they us. Glancing around there’s a bush fittingly placed right behind us a step away.

‘’Nope!’’ I murmur and take a determined step back, bringing him with me from the tiled floor onto grass. He trips over my own two feet, and my sudden move has us crashing down like falling trees. Naturally as gravity would have it, he lands on me knocking all air from my lungs but at least we are out of sight.

‘’Y/N are you…’’ instead of worrying about myself as I heave for a moment, I raise both hands in panic to cover his mouth, breathing harsh through my nose.

‘’Shhhhh!’’ with the warning being expressed he remains confused as I turn my head to the side looking through the bush listening the how the men are bad mouthing me. Peter meanwhile readjusts his position shifting enough to slide next to my body, leaving an ache behind and maybe a bruise or two. For a moment I panic once more that the lords are going to pick the way ahead of us to enter the castle, which will give them the full view of us hiding. Luckily enough their voices linger as they sort of hang around not talking all that quietly.

‘’Who does she think she is?’’ I smirk at the obvious anger finding that the men are acting like little boys, as expected. Turning over to Peter who has lowered my hands down from his face, he’s glaring towards them with anger as well, getting red in the face ‘’Foolish little girl! I don’t care if she’s a war hero or not, she should be put in place…’’

I cup Peter’s cheeks before he can get up and raise hell so to speak. His blue eyes dart to me, frustration clear in his gorgeous blue orbs. I lean in knowing him well enough to assume that his next move is to jump up and that my action will distract him. My lips slot against his with familiarity bringing that fluffy and soft filling to wash over me.

The court doesn’t exactly know that we’ve been courting one another for some time now. They don’t necessarily officially know, or have been briefed because we haven’t made the announcement. But unofficially yeah, I think the whole castle, or probably whole of Narnia knows that we are in some shape or form liking one another.

Not risking it by making any sounds, I do boldly let my tongue run over his upper lip before pulling back teeth tugging onto his lower one. His eyebrows furrow as he stares at me with a darkened gaze, not changing it even when I let go of him. I offer a bright grin and innocent expression, gaze lowering between his plump lips and eyes, while listening to the men that finally decide to leave and most likely plot some conspiracy behind our backs.

‘’You little tease.’’ He murmurs silently just forcing me to kiss him, because of how handsome he is in this moment. I mean he’s always handsome, but right now the sun is hitting him perfectly through the leaves of the bush, dotting his skin, and highlighting his eyes whenever the leaves move.

I simply hum in reply, still pressing kisses to his face as he tries to give me an unimpressed expression. His lips are twitching which is giving him away ‘’Not at all your majesty. I was only trying to distract you from doing anything rash. I am just doing my job.’’ I even give him a wink which prompts him to shake his head at me. I end up giggling quietly and lie my head down as the position I’ve put myself into put a strain on my neck.

‘’Ah sure, rely all your hidden intentions and agendas onto your job. That for certain can be excused in court.’’ He grumbles half-heartedly sarcasm peeking through his words.

I gasp instead, hand hitting him gently over his right shoulder ‘’In court?’’ I try keeping my voice down as I stare at him flabbergasted at his statement ‘’Are you planning on putting me away my king?’’

‘’There’s a possibility I might be.’’ He confirms shifting. I watch as he raises over me, supporting himself on his elbows, face inches away from my own hands coming up to readjust the flower crown that has managed to stay put.

‘’For whatever reason, your grace? What heinous crime have I committed to have earned your disapproval?’’ I play along, hand flying to my forehead as I act as if I’m regretting my actions. Chuckles fill the air, as he dives down and is quick to nip at my bared neck, lips ghosting over my skin which earns him some breathless gasps.

‘’I’m afraid it’s the worst kind of crime, dear lady.’’ He whispers lips reaching my ear. His breath ghosts over my neck, making me giggle all the more besides the fact that hits me; we’re acting like teenagers hiding behind bushes. This is ridiculous.

‘’Oh goodness me. What can I do my king? Please I get of you how can I repent for my bad doings?’’ I go on staring at him in amusement once he raises his head up, eyes finding my own.

His eyebrow arches as he smirks ‘’For starters you can…’’

‘’They are gone your majesty.’’ A whisper reaches our ears. Both of us freeze in our spots, hearts hammering in our chest while eyes fleet around us. For a moment nothing changes until the bush starts to rustle and has, Peter rising up ‘’The lords are gone.’’ the same whisper is back, prompting me to follow after Peter who stands up dusting his front, as he looks around while I wait for his signal still sitting down looking overhead and past him. There’s no one in sigh.

‘’Ah yes, thank you for the warning Dumnus.’’ Peter is quick to thank whoever is on the lookout apparently, hands reaching for me helping me to rise onto my feet.

‘’You should hurry along over to the north side I’ve lured the others to dine just around the corner on the lower terrace.’’ the satyr is smirking amusedly once he comes into my sight.

Peter is preoccupied looking around making sure that nobody is watching this odd encounter while I offer a bring grin to the satyr ‘’How kind of you. Great thanks Dumnus, we won’t forget this!’’ I want to offer more but at the moment I find myself trying to push down laughter as my thoughts earlier resurface. We are literally acting like teenagers. Even Peter as he tugs me backwards has a hard time keeping himself serious and well royal.

‘’Yes, later.’’ He adds awkwardly tugging me along.

‘’Hurry your majesties.’’

Before I can burst into uncontrollable laughter Peter is breaking into a run hand holding my own. Grinning ear to ear I follow along, surpassing the throne room outside completely as the king picks a side entrance, checking the surrounding inside first before he pulls through with him. I’m ready to dart into the direction of the hallway on the right, coming up with a plan on avoiding everyone by taking the long route around, to reach the Apple orchard where I’ve arranged a picnic for us. Hopefully no one found or spot and ate the food or something.

Just as I open my mouth to urge him on, his mouth and well face somewhat crash into me on accident ‘’Ah fudge.’’ He hisses hands reaching for his mouth, while I reach for my nose staring at him incredulously at what just happened.

He reopens his eyes to look at me through a frown ‘’Well that was poorly planned on my part.’’ He points out, as I laugh not being able to hold myself back. I’m having the time of my life to be entirely honest. Reaching up I guide his hands away taking in the damage I might have unintentionally done to his handsome features.

‘’A tiny bit yeah.’’ I confirm licking over my lips, as I smile caressing his cheeks while his eyes take me in ‘’No wounds, no scratches.’’ I state ‘’Nothing to brag about from your newest misadventure.’’ He chuckles at that pulling me in like before into his embrace, hands warm as they encircle my waist.

‘’I always have something to brag about when it comes to you, my love.’’ The reply spurs butterflies to awaken in my stomach, and some sort of giddiness to overtake me forcing me to sport a blush over my cheeks.

‘’Awww, that is the sweetest thing, anyone has ever told me, Pete. Gosh I love you.’’ The confession at the end is sort of spontaneous and totally not planned. I was ready with another comeback it was on the tip of my tongue, when my brain and heart decided to take a turn and twist my words into a sincere confession.

His eyes widen but only slightly at my turn of words. Like before I raise on my tiptoes and kiss him one more, making sure that we remain unharmed.

This time around there are no restrictions holding us back. The kiss starts of hungry from the get go, as he leans down to accommodate me. He’s quick to switch moods, taking charge in the pace and the way he simply devours me, tongue teasingly now and then pocking my lips. But we run breathless running on an extra high of adrenaline from kissing in such a public place, as this corridor overlooks into the throne room.

Breaking apart our heavy breaths can be herd in the echoey corridor, but in the moment, we can simply grin at one another loving the proximity and what just happened.

‘’C’mon.’’ he’s the first one to speak, dropping his hands away, making sure he takes both of my hands into his. Cheekily he presses kisses to both tops of my hands, and then shifts sideways tilting his head towards the long hallway ‘’I’ve got a date I’m very late to. I’ve already promised redemption, my queen has waited long enough.’’

I follow him easily along, holding onto his hand gladly as his eyes haven’t left mine yet ‘’Hmm you shouldn’t keep your lady waiting for too long, my king indeed.’’

He grins widely and leans back for a quick peck ‘’My queen you mean.’’

I’m sure that the giggle that leaves me can be heard into the throne room. But as we run away, neither of us care about it, as his own chuckles join my own. Today is a very intentionally unintentional day.

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[forever-rogue]

Due Date

Request: Maybe you could do a roger x reader were the reader is pregnant (due soon) and she collapses at home and roger finds her and is all worried about her and the baby and takes her to the hospital and everything turns out fine she had just been very dehydrated (or something) and passed out? - Anon

A/N: I hope you all enjoy! Taglists ad Requests are open! xx

Pairing: Roger Taylor x Reader (can be read as Borhap!Roger)

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: none, just fluff!

MASTERLIST (link on main page)

“Yes, Rog. I know,” Y/N giggled at her husband. He had called her for what seemed like the millionth time that day, just to check in and make sure she was okay. Balancing the phone between her shoulder and ear, she wrapped her finger around the cord and played with it, the other hand resting on her very large and prominent stomach, “please stop worrying about me, love. I’m okay, I swear. I’m just tired, and your child won’t stop squirming around. It’s starting to drive me insane.”

“It’s only for a few more weeks,” he chuckled at her as he relaxed a little bit. It was so reassuring to hear her being so calm. Throughout her pregnancy, he had been the one who worried over everything, treating her like she was fragile and made of glass, even though she insisted she was fine. As her due date neared, he become more and more vigilant and if even the slightest thing was wrong, he panicked. He was like a mother hen, pecking about and squawking all the time.

Roger was sure Freddie was ready to kill him if kept interrupting rehearsal, but he didn’t care - nothing mattered more to him than his wife and their baby, “I’ll be home as soon as I can. Just hang tight until then.”

“I’m fine, Roger, I swear,” she rolled her eyes at him, even though he couldn’t see. She was sure he could hear it in her voice anyway, “stop fretting about my every move and get back to work. If you keep interrupting the boys, they’ll kick you out of the band and then we’ll have no money, and then how will we take care of the baby?”

“I think you’re being a little dramatic, my love,” he snorted and she scoffed at him. If anyone in this relationship was a dramatic, hysterical queen it was him.

“Well, that’s how you’re acting too. For almost last eight months, need I remind you,” she sighed, “now get back to work, I’m going to start dinner. I’ll be right here when you get home.”

“Fine, okay,” he gave in, but seemed reluctant to hang up the, “but if you need anything, ring me at the studio. I love you.”

“And I love you, Rog,” she said and continued on as quickly as she could before he interrupted her again, and just before slamming down the receiver, stammered out, “now goodbye and leave me be!”

“Your daddy is a very crazy man,” Y/N said out loud as she started preparing vegetables for their dinner. She wasn’t even sure if the baby could hear what she was saying, or if it even mattered, but she always spoke to them whenever she could. It made her feel connected to the baby, and she was already beyond enamored with this little human she had never even met. The baby was a result of their love, and to her nothing could compare to the feeling of nothing she was carried the child of the love of her life, “but I love him very much. And you will too. He’s so excited to meet you, and so am I. He’s going to love you so, so much. Both mummy and daddy are.”

She felt the baby stir a little bit and she stopped to savor the moment. While it was tiresome at times to feel the baby move so much, and even see it at times, she wouldn’t have changed it for the world. Deciding it was too quiet, she walked over the record player, sifted through their record collection, and quickly selected something that would be pleasant to hear in the background. She hated the quiet - the only time the house was ever quiet was when Roger was gone, and luckily for her that wasn’t too often. And with the newest member of the family quickly arriving, she knew it would never be quiet again.

Satisfied with her selection, she walked, waddled rather at this point, back to the kitchen. Her stomach had seemed to exponentially grow over the last several weeks, and she wasn’t sure if she could handle much more. She swore she was fit to burst any second, like a juicy, ripe watermelon. Y/N had wondered if for some reason she was actually pregnant with twins, but none of the many ultrasounds had indicated multiples. Although, she presumed, there was always a chance for error.

Pausing at the fridge, she smiled as she studied the many Polaroids stuck there by Roger. As soon as Roger had found that they were expecting their first child, he had been over the moon, and vowed to capture every moment with his camera. He had really taken a leaf out of Brian’s book. Every stage and month of her pregnancy had been photographed and lovingly put on display by Roger for everyone to see. She wished she could have captured the moment she had told him  - the look in bright blue eyes had been so beautiful.

Roger stared at the pictures laid out in front of them, his ocean eyes wide, shifting through a thousand different emotions - confusion, excitement, joy, nerves. He reached out and picked one up and held it up to his face to examine it closer. Y/N thought about making a comment and chiding him for not wearing his glasses, but she didn’t want to ruin this moment.

As soon as she had definitive proof of her pregnancy, she had rushed over to the studio, not caring that she interrupting their rehearsal. Freddie had seen her come in, eyes glossy, her cheeks flushed him the cold outside ear, the largest smile he had ever seen on her face. His eyes had drifted down to her hand where he spied an official looking envelope and he swore he could vaguely make out the hospital’s logo. For some reason, he had a nagging suspicion recently that the newlyweds were going to be expecting soon. By all accounts, he had been right. He gave her a wink as she came in, quickly beckoning for Bri and Deacy to follow him out, so the two could share the moment in private. They could all celebrate as a family later.

“Roger!” she shouted as she bounded towards him; he was still sitting behind his drum kit, unaware that the rest of the boys had walked out. Sometimes he got so lost in his own world, “my love, I have something for you!”

“Sweetheart, what are you doing here?” he asked as he caught her in his arms and held her tightly against his body. No matter how many times he had touched her, in any way, it still sent sparks all over his body - that’s how he knew he had loved her from the second they had met, those same sparks happened when they had first shook hands.

“I’ve got something for you,” she beamed at him, pressing a kissing to his cheek. Her whole body was buzzing with excitement, and he could tell something was up. He put his rough hands on her soft cheeks and tried to still her.

“Slow down there, love, it’s okay,” he said but she just shook her head, removed his hands from her cheeks and hastily stuffed the envelope in his right hand. He took it, eyebrows raised, but she jerked her head, indicated for him to open it. He plopped back down in his seat, and opened the envelope, pulling out the two pictures that were inside. She watched him with a gleeful smile.

Roger ran his fingers ever so gently over the black and white images in front of him. They were faint and grainy, but after a few seconds he realized what he was holding. He looked at the top of the photographs, and saw the date as well as Y/N Taylor scrawled at the top.

“Oh my God,” was all he said as he studied the pictures and looked between them and Y/N. He could feel his eyes sting and well up with tears, “Y/N, this is - what, when?”

“You’re going to be a daddy, Roger,” she confirmed as she pressed a kiss to the top of his unruly mop of hair, “we’re going to have a baby!”

“How far along are you?” he asked as his eyes immediately trailed down to her stomach, looking for any indication of a swollen belly.

“Only about six weeks, “ she said as took his free hand and put it on her belly, “our baby is growing inside there, Rog.”

He jumped up and pulled her in for a bone crushing hug. He rested his face in the crook of his neck, soaking it all in. She started crying, not able to contain her emotions any longer. He pulled back and wiped her tears away, his eyes never leaving hers, “I love you so, so much. More than words could ever begin to describe. You’re going to make the best mum ever. And I’ll try to be the best dad ever. I love you and this little bean so much.”

“I love you, Roger,” she said with a tearful smile, “I can’t believe we’re going to start our own little family.”

Y/N chuckled to herself as she pulled on the sleeve of her sweater and dabbed at her eyes with it. She had always been a softie, and definitely a crier, and pregnancy hadn’t made that any better. She pulled opened the door, and grabbed a few containers out, bringing them over to the counter, “oh my little bean. I’m so excited to meet you. It’s going to be so soon, and I can’t wait. I’m ready, but scared. But your daddy and I are so, so ready.”

She felt a wave of dizziness hit her suddenly, and she gripped the edge of the counter to study herself. Once it was over, she closed her eyes for a few moments, and tried to figure out what it was. She hadn’t experienced anything like this. Y/N put down her knife, and took a few deep breaths to calm down; she didn’t want to panic or cause the baby any unnecessary stress.

“Okay, so that was weird, right little bean?’ she tried to chuckle to keep herself sane, but went back to chopping, “everything is fine, and daddy will be here soon.”

Y/N stopped again, feeling like that same dismaying feeling was going to come over her again. She had no clue what it was, but it worried her. Having been extremely lucky and experiencing no major issues throughout the duration of her pregnancy, what it could be now was a mystery that worried her.

Deciding not to push herself, she started making her way back to the living room to shut off the record player, which had become more of an annoyance than pleasant background noise, but she didn’t make it far. Her vision blurred, and she got a sharp pain in her head. She reached out for something to hold onto, but her hands seemed to miss everything, and tripped and fell to the floor. Luckily, she fell to her side, shielding her stomach from any impact. Struggling to gather herself, she laid back down, the pain in her head increasing, a harsh pounding feeling, and a wave of nausea overwhelming her. All she managed to get out was a faint help before her head hit the ground again and she lost consciousness.

“Rog! The phone’s for you,” Bri hollered at the drummer as he held onto the receiver, waiting for him to come. Rog slipped off his headphones and made his way over to him and took the receiver, covering the speaker, “sounds important.”

“Who is it?” he asked as he jogged over to the tall guitarist.

“I don’t know, I just answered and they asked for you,” he shrugged before heading back to his guitar.

“Hello?” Rog asked as he leaned against the wall.

“Is this Mr. Taylor?” a female voice on the other end of the line asked.

“Yes, this is him.”

“Mr. Taylor, your wife has been admitted to the hospital-”

“What?!” he practically shouted. His brain raced with hundreds of different thoughts, as he ran a hand through his already messy hair, “is she okay? What happened?”

“She collapsed at your home this afternoon, you neighbor said they heard a bang and they called for an ambulance. She’s stable now,-”

“The baby! Is the baby okay too?” he didn’t know what he’d do if anything happened to her or their baby. He was beside himself with worry as Freddie, Brian, and Deacy all came over to him. They could immediately tell something happened.

“That’s the thing, Mr. Taylor, she is stable now, but she’s gone into early labor,” the nurse tried to remain calm, but Roger’s tone had her nervous, “everything seems fine-”

“The baby isn’t due for another five weeks,” he said nervous, but tried to keep it together, as his leg started to bounce nervously. A million things could happen to the baby or her. His world was slowly coming undone.

“We know, Mr. Taylor. Everything should be fine, five weeks early is generally not dangerous territory, but we wanted to disclose everything to you,” by this point, Roger had dropped the phone and was already running out of the studio to try and make it to the hospital. The boys had quickly followed afternoon, none of them even bothering to grab their things, “hello? Mr. Taylor? Hello?”

“Where is my wife?!” Roger half shouted as barged into the hospital, flanked by the boys. The admittance nurse looked at him from over the top of glasses, an annoyed expression on her stern face.

“Name?” she croaked out as she started to look down her clipboard. If only she had a dollar for every time this happened; then she could have saved up enough to retire already. But Roger didn’t care, all he wanted was Y/N.

“Taylor! Please, she’s been admitted, she’s had a fall and is in labor-”

“Room 314,” was all she said as she pointed down the hallway. Roger rolled his eyes at him, but sped off down the long hallway, the boys hot on his heels.

“God, I hope she’s okay. If anything were to happen...” he said as he slowly approached her room, getting nervous with the nagging feeling that he would be getting some bad news. She always told him not to worry, but the one time he stopped, something bad happened to her. He beat himself up, blaming it all on his actions.

“She’s as stubborn and strong willed as you, darling,” Freddie tried to reassure him as he put his arm around his best friend, giving him a tight squeeze, “she will be just fine. And that baby? That baby will be as bull headed as the two of you. I have no doubt.”

“Thanks, Fred,” the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, but he couldn’t bring himself to fully commit to a smile. There was too much worry clouding his mind.

“Come on, let’s go in,” Bri said softly as  he pushed open the door and ushered the boys in. The room was brightly lit, and a nurse was going about her business, but not before she cast a concerned look at the intruders. Roger felt his heart drop at the sound of the mechanical beeping and the site of an IV hooked up to Y/N.

“Mrs. Taylor-”

“Don’t worry, Gisela, this is my husband and our best friends,” Y/N gave her a weak smile as she tried to sit up in her small bed. She grimaced a bit as one of her hands darted to her stomach, “hi, my loves!”

“Y/N,” Roger quickly closed the distance between the two of them, hugging her as much as he could, and pressing kisses all over her face, “I was so worried! If anything were to have happened, I just-”

“Shh,” she hushed him as she put a finger to his lips and shook her head, “this is not your fault, whatsoever. It’s mine, and I am so, so, sorry that I worried you like this.”

“What even happened, love? They told me you collapsed?” he took a seat on the edge of the small bed, wrapping her hand up in his, careful not mess up any of the tubes and wires she was connected to.

“I was apparently very dehydrated, and I hadn’t eaten enough and it hit me all at once. It was such a weird feeling and it happened so fast. I remember being in the kitchen and then just falling, and then I woke up here. Luckily for me, Ms. Shelley heard me fall and rescued me,” she explained, and Roger didn’t know if he better any better or worse. He let out a long sigh as he kissed her hand. The boys all had worried looks on their faces as they took a seat in the hard plastic chairs, “but, the worst thing is that labor started early. My water broke when I got here, but nothing has happened yet. Everything looks good.”

“I was so worried when they called. I just don’t know...” he trailed off as he closed his eyes and held onto her tightly, “I’m glad you’re okay, my love. I should have come home earlier, I just had a feeling that something was going on, I should have listened to my gut.”

“Rog, no, stop. Don’t beat yourself up about this,” she said, but she suddenly squeezed his hand tightly, almost like a vice, as a contraction set in on her. Roger was startled and almost jumped out of his spot.

“What was that?” he asked and she bit her lip, trying to breathe her way through it. He looked to the boys and they all shook their heads, not quite sure either, except for Deacy. He already had three children of his own, and had been in his position before.

“I believe she’s experiencing contractions,” he announced to them, and she nodded, confirming what he had just stated, “the baby will be coming soon.”

“Indeed she is. I hope you’re ready to become a father, Mr. Taylor,” Gisela turned to him with a smirk on her face as she went about thoroughly washing her hands again, “Mrs. Taylor, I’m going to check you again, but, judging by how quickly your contractions are coming now, it seems like you’ll be ready to push shortly.”

“Oh, no, that seems like something we can hold off on,” her eyes were wide as she looked nervously at Roger. Roger’s face wore an expression of sheer panic mixed with nervous excitement.

“There’s no going back now, darling, I think it’s a little late. You should gave thought about that eight months ago,” Freddie laughed at her and she turned to him with a furious look on her face. He instantly stopped laughing, realizing that joking with a woman in labor was not a great idea.

“Unfortunately, there is no stopping a baby once it’s coming,“ the nurse laughed at her worried patient. She saw this with almost every set of first time parents she dealt with.

“Roger, I’m blaming you,” she turned to her husband, and he just looked back at her with a worried expression on his face. He was jolted when she squeezed his hand, letting out a low sigh of pain, “we’re never having sex again!”

“Yeah, okay. Like you’re going to be able to keep your hands off me,” he smirked at her and she squeezed a little tighter than necessary, hoping he felt the pain. Judging by how he lightly winced, she had gotten her point across.

“I think it’s time for you to push,” Y/N just shook her head in response. She had never felt less ready to be a mother than in this moment. What if she was an awful mother? What if she didn’t connect with their baby? What if something went wrong?

“I’m not ready,” she said in such a small voice. Roger leaned over and kissed the side of her head, murmuring all sorts of reassurances in her ear, “I’m scared, Rog. I’m so scared, I don’t think I can do this!”

“You can, my love,” he promised her, “we’ve been getting ready for this for months. You’re going to be the greatest mother any child could ever have, and even if this doesn’t go perfect, we’ll make it perfect. Because this is our baby, our love.”

“Are you sure?” she was still worried, and she felt herself start to tear up at his sweet words, and her nervousness. The newest wave of pain hit her and she didn’t hold back the small scream that came out. She had always wondered if women played the pain up, but she was saddened to see that they didn’t - the pain was very, very real.

“Mrs. Taylor, it’s time,” Y/N looked at Roger, and nodded slowly as he leaned over and pressed one last sweet kiss to her lips.

“She’s so beautiful,” Freddie whispered as he, Brian, and Deacy all peered in through the glass in the door of Y/N’s hospital room. They were all eagerly pushing each other of the way to get a first look at the newest member of the Queen family, “she favors Y/N, I think.”

“No way,” Bri insisted, easily peering over the heads of the other two, “that baby is all Rog. She’s already got his mop of hair.”

“I think you’re both wrong,” Deacy countered, standing on his tiptoes to get look, “she’s clearly a mix of the two. A perfect blend.”

“Are you lot just going to keep standing there and staring or are you going to come in and met your goddaughter?” Roger came up to the door, the biggest grin they had ever seen, stretched across his face. They eagerly nodded and followed him inside, trying to be as quiet as possible as to not disturb the newborn.

Freddie leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead, and studied the sleeping baby, “she’s beautiful, darling. You both did an amazing job.”

“Congratulations to both of you,” Deacy grinned at the sight of the baby. He had been in this position before, and the feeling of getting to see your child for the first time, after months of waiting was magical; one of the best feelings in the world, “welcome to parenthood. I know you’ll both love it. We already love her.”

“Y/N, I’d say congratulations, but now you’ll be stuck with two Taylors, so I suppose I’m sorry,” Brian joked and she couldn’t contain her laughter as Roger just stared at the two of them, his jaw falling open, “I kid, of course. Congratulations mate.”

“Thanks, Bri,” Roger said as his best friend pulled him into a tight hug. He hugged him right back, happier than he had ever been.

“What’s her name, then?” Freddie asked as Y/N smiled at Roger, indicating for him to tell them.

“We had a hard time picking out a name, there’s so many to choose from,” he started, and went over to Y/N and ever so gently took the baby from her arms and held her close to his chest, “but I think the names  we settled on are pretty good. This is Gemma Brianna Jane Mercury Taylor.”

“Did you...” Freddie looked at the other boys, each of them grinning from ear to ear as they realized what Y/N and Roger had done, “for us?”

“We realize it’s quite a long name, and three middle names seems excessive, but we think it suits her perfectly,” Y/N smiled at the her favorite group of people, “if you all are okay with it, of course.”

“More than okay,” Brian said and Deacy nodded along with him.

“Oh sweet little Gemma,” Freddie sighed contently as he touched her cheek gently, “you’re going to do great things one day. I’m so glad you’re part of our family.”

“Here,” Roger said as he handed her to him, making sure she was safe. She made the smallest of sounds before relaxing as Freddie held her. Deacy and Brian stood close by him, admiring the small, tiny human. Roger looked fondly at them being going back to Y/N and sitting down next to her, “you did amazing, my love. Everything is perfect.”

“I don’t know if I could have done it with you by my side,” she admitted as he kissed her forehead, “I’m already so in love with her. And you, Rog, I love you so much.”

“I love you both to the ends of the earth,” he concurred as he gently touched her cheek, “everything is perfect. You are perfect. She is perfect. Our little family is perfect.”

“So are we taking turns with her? Rotating weekends?” Freddie joked as smiled down at her, but Y/N and Roger just exchanged glances, wearing devilish grins and laughing before collectively giving them a firm NO.

She was all theirs and nothing was ever going to break the Taylor trio apart.

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[oumakokichi]

From what I understand, Monodam seems to be the most popular of the Monokumarz. If my memory serves me right you also noted how Monodam was your favorite mascot character or something similiar. I've heard he goes through some sort of character development over V3, is it possible for you to explain how he changes over the course of the game?

Haha, I don’t know if I’d call it “character development”exactly but it’s true that Monodam has the most likable personality out of allthe Monokumerz. It’s hard to say that it’s an actual arc of development whenthe entire point of them as a group is to basically lampshade the “Poochie”trope and act out the part of extra, unnecessary mascots for the sake of “boostingthe ratings,” but Monodam is still… entertaining, to say the least.

The game opens with all four of the other Monokumerz gettingalong relatively well, and only Monodam being on the outskirts of things.Monotarou describes him as someone who “has become quiet and withdrawn becauseof bullying, and who will only talk to the people he’s opened up his heart to.”There’s then a hilarious scene where he goes “Right, Monodam?” and Monodamdoesn’t respond, and the joke is that Monodam hasn’t opened up to any of hissiblings at all because they’re the ones who’ve been bullying him in the firstplace.

The subplot with the Monokumerz really kicks off at the endof Chapter 1. Right at the end of Kaede’s execution, Monodam suddenly pushesMonokid, the worst of his bullies, into the piano as the lid closes, killinghim in front of everyone. The rest of his siblings are horrified and extremelynervous around him, but at the start of Chapter 2 Monodam explains that hewants the rest of them to all be friends and get along. Monotarou and Monofunnyare hesitant but interested in his claim; Monosuke, meanwhile, tells them notto let their guards down and not to forget what he did to Monokid.

But as time progresses and Monodam continues to express hiswish to be friends with the rest of them, Monotarou and Monofunny admit thatthey didn’t like Monokid very much either, because he was loud and obnoxious(and usually drunk). They start warming up to Monodam, and in the processMonosuke starts getting a lot louder and angrier about his distrust forMonodam. Monotarou and Monofunny get cross with him as a result, but Monodamactually sticks up for him, telling them “not to bully” Monosuke and offeringto be friends with him as well—an offer which Monosuke repeteadly andemphatically rejects.

The footing between Monosuke and Monodam is really rocky bythe end of Chapter 2 as a result, so when the opportunity presents itself,Monodam throws Monosuke into the execution again, getting him killed beneathKirumi’s falling corpse. Monotarou and Monofunny are really horrified this timearound, but Monodam swears he only did it because Monosuke was being a bully.As long as they’re “friendly” with each other, they all have nothing to worryabout.

At the beginning of Chapter 3, Monodam really takes centerstage as the most memorable mascot because he quite literally hijacks thekilling game not only from his siblings but from Monokuma himself. Granted,this entire development is scripted, and obviously just an extra subplot to “makethe killing game more exciting,” so it’s not like the Monokumerz ever really doanything of their own volition. But still, even if it’s all scripted and fake,it’s a really fun development.

The Monokumerz are the only ones capable of operating theExisals. Monokuma himself can’t operate them—so Monodam pretty much saysflat-out that they don’t feel like doing whatever Monokuma wants them to doanymore and that he has no way of forcing them to. He threatens Monokuma withthe Exisals and says that the killing game is now a “friendship game,” not forthe kids of course but for himself and his siblings. Monokuma goes into a stateof catatonic shock and gets bald patches all over his fur (and stays like thatfor probably ¾ths of the chapter), and meanwhile Monodam, Monotarou, andMonofunny all go off to enjoy themselves and their newfound “friendship game.”

Of course, Monotarou and Monofunny don’t really get a say inthe matter either. Anyone who isn’t interested in “being friends” will beperceived as a bully at this point and threatened on sight. So, of course, theydon’t argue with Monodam. Monodam’s transition from quiet and unresponsive bearwho seems like the weakest link in the group to this sort of hilariouslyterrifying enforcer of friendship is great,and honestly probably the most enjoyable development that ever happened withthe Monokumerz (though Monotarou and Monofunny do have a few great moments inChapter 4 too).

However, after thedouble murder occurs in Chapter 3, Korekiyo asks what happens if there are twomurders by two separate culprits, and Monodam has absolutely no idea how torespond or handle the situation. His inability to respond to an unforeseenproblem causes Monotarou and Monofunny to immediately go ask for Monokuma’shelp, and from that point on they start ignoring Monodam pretty blatantly.Monokuma welcomes them back with open arms, Monodam is pretty obviously shakenup about this, and even when he tries talking to them directly in theinvestigation or the trial after that, they don’t even bother giving him aresponse.

It’s pretty hard not to feel sorry for him after that. Hegets progressively quieter and quieter during the trial, until eventually he’sno longer even saying “Let’s all be friends,” but is completely silent wheneverMonotarou and Monofunny are talking to each other. And when the execution rollsaround this time around, rather than continuing his reign of terror and killingeither of his remaining siblings, he runs directly into the flames for Korekiyo’sexecution and kills himself instead. He was so honestly enjoyable in the firstthree chapters that it’s really hard not to feel sad about this, since he wasthe main driving force behind all the side-developments with the Monokumerz asa whole.

Of course, at the end of the Chapter 5 trial, Monodam andall the other Monokumerz are brought back to life by Monokuma. He clarifiesthat they’re not the same Monokumerz as before, but “all-new Monokumerz” whodon’t have any of their memories and haven’t lived the same experiences as theMonokumerz who were killed before (which is beautiful foreshadowing for the waythe killing game itself works). The Monokumerz take much more of a backseatrole in Chapter 6, since it’s clear that the ringleader didn’t originally planon bringing them back but only did so in order to use the Exisals to intimidateand coerce the rest of the characters into going along with the killing game.

In the Chapter 6 trial, they’re pretty much only there to becannon fodder for Monokuma to kill off quickly. The fact that they’ve overstayedtheir welcome and “aren’t interesting or funny anymore” is blatantlylampshaded. Monokid gets killed again only a few minutes into the debate,Monodam is tragic all over again because he’s killed next despite being theonly one in the group who was actually doing anything useful or responding toSaihara’s questions, and then Monosuke gets killed off too.

When Monofunny and Monotarou are once again the last twoMonokumerz left alive, they try pleading with Monokuma repeatedly to sparethem, to which he replies, “Ah, just shut up, we’re getting to the best part!No one even cares what you have to say anyway!” Which is… well, again, it’spretty much just the “Poochie” trope of how mascot characters are often throwninto shows and media in a cheap attempt to rope people in or hook them on a newseason. So it illustrates pretty directly that the Monokumerz don’t really haveany actual arcs of character development but are mostly there to be used asplot devices and follow along a pre-written script for entertainment value.

Regardless of that though, Monodam really is the mostenjoyable one out of the bunch. Monokid is barely present in the narrative,makes crude and gross comments where he is, and exists to be awful and dislikedby his other siblings. Monosuke is obnoxiously outspoken about distrustingMonodam and turns down all his offers of getting along (and having to translatehis Kansai-ben is an added pain in my ass). Monotarou and Monofunny have somepretty good moments but there’s also some really uncomfortable jokes in Chapter4 (Monotarou loses his memories and suddenly thinks he’s Monofunny’s abusive husbandinstead of her brother).

Monodam is so well-liked at this point that I’ve seen quitea few Japanese artists ranking him higher on their personal preference listthan Monokuma, even. So it’s kind of amusing to me that even though theMonokumerz are there to be intentionally annoying and irritating, there arestill things about them that are genuinely enjoyable. I hope I could answeryour question, anon!

[lawlliets]

personal post / dont feel the need to read or reply im just venting abt myself and my life and my head and its super super SUPER SUPER long and i have nowhere else to vent besides this website and if youre wondering its just me venting about my anxiety and my life and myself, nothing else