#these random on the spot hcs are always so fun to do hehe and i thank rin for giving me these ideas fr

[mwahkazu]

random hcs of kazuha and the other people in the gang:

scara/kuni likes playing rhythm games like colorful stage: Hatsune miku or whatever it's called but refuses to admit it. so whenever he does the poll of "what should i play" his comments are flooded with either "PLAY ANIMAL CROSSING" or "PLAY ---- rhythm game" or bonus" "PLAY STARDEW VALLEY :D"

idk why but kazuha is one of those "don't talk to me before i drink my coffee/tea". if you talk to him after he wakes up, he's probably going to insult and shake your perception of reality and then smile after drinking and say some shit like "good morning. weather's good toady" as if he didn't just cause you to rethink life

heizou likes black tea. kuni and kazuha are green tea people. xiao likes to drink coffee. ayato likes boba. i like drinking water.

tysm for reading my random brainrot!!!

-rin

RIN I LOVE THESE HCS SO MUCH !! omg idk if you or anyone here has watched the anime fruits basket but there’s this one scene with the character yuki (who’s seen as like the prince of the school and reminds me of kazuha☺️totally not because they share the same jp va COUGH)

but there’s this one episode where he’s extremely clumsy and just so out of character as he’s waking up and i just see kazuha acting the same way along with his cold-ish attitude😭really whichever attitude you get definitely depends on how much sleep he got the previous night LMAO

ahem..now allow me to feed into my scara/kuni video game brain rots because i saw the words stardew valley and something in me awoke

video games with scara/kuni:

admittedly it’s a bit of a challenge to try and get him to play some relaxing/cozy games with you

i kinda feel he’s more the type to play mmos or fps games as they’re more fast paced and actually require more action from him

also ik some people might say he’s the type to be a “rage gamer” and be aggressive which i can see happening if he’s super into the game he’s currently playing

but normally he’s just the blunt player who calls you out on your bs LMAO

“how tf did you manage to shoot everything but the player?” “can you not read?” “ykw just follow my lead. explaining this to you is pointless.”

this kind of behavior tho is more so towards his close friends

w/ you it’s a somewhat of a different picture

idk if anyone knows that one meme where it goes: “YOUR AIM IS ASS! let me chill out—your aim is…not good, okay? let me be nice.” LMAO I FEEL LIKE THAT'S HOW IT WOULD GO WITH HIM😭

but ofc aside from that he’s patient with you and willing to even teach you special tricks and techniques that he uses in the game

whenever you manage to successfully do one of the things he taught you when you’re playing together, you’ll get all happy and giddy while he’s just be softly smiling at you, secretly finding your childlike excitement adorable

gives you a head pat or ruffles your hair while saying he’s proud or “see, i knew you could it”🥺

BUT ANYWAYS BACK TO COZY GAMES

there was one instance in which scara was playing at his desk one night, as usual

just a casual gaming session with his friends

you were off to the side watching him play and do his thing but being a little bit bored out of your mind

you always did this thing where if you were wanting his attention or were bored you’d sigh and wander aimlessly around the room

which is exactly what you were doing rn and ofc he noticed

he’d excuse himself from his friends for a second, muting his mic before turning to look at you, “you know doll, instead of sighing and pouting around like that you can just tell me you need something.”

“but…you’re playing with your friends aren’t you?” he’ll roll his eyes, “i can always play with them another day. it’s not the end of the world if you want me to stop and spend some time with you.”

so once he says bye to his friends that is when you introduce him to the wonderful world of cozy video games~

“hell no.” “WHAT ;-;”

it takes you a solid 10 minutes to finally get him to try stardew valley w/ you

and for once you finally get to be the one to explain how the mechanics and such work!

“and then…oh! there’s different crops for every season so we have to make sure we plant the right ones and- kuni? are you even listening—?”

bro is already in the mines fighting mobs and getting ore😭

self indulgent hc here:

you’ll tell him about the romance aspect of the game, how you can date other npcs and such

and you’ll explain how your favorite villager npc to romance is sebastian (or any other npc) gushing about cute he (she) is and just fawning over this pixelated character

he doesn't like this. at all. but won’t admit to his jealousy. there would be signs tho…

“where are you going with that quartz?” “i’m gifting it to sebastian so i can get more hearts for him…” “no give it to me we need more refined quartz”

“ooo should i ask sebastian to be my partner for the flower dance?” “no. you’re going to be my dance partner.”

yea don’t even think about trying to marry anyone else but him in the game

without even realizing it, you both will go hours playing this quaint little farming sim game together and by the time your eyes grow tired of staring at a screen for so long, suggesting you both get some sleep for the night he’ll frown

“but we’re almost done with year one..let’s just finish it and then go to sleep.”

he ended up staying up that night to finish while you went soundly to sleep

in the morning you’d wake up to find him cuddling you in bed, arms wrapped around and just pure soft mornings

you’d try to get out of bed to get breakfast started but he’d immediately pull you closer and tighten his hold on you

nuzzling his head into your necking and mumbling for you to stay in bed with him

which you do because how can you say no him <3

i could go on and on about this but i’ll stop myself here for now! humbly brought to you by rin and yuomi’s not so daily dose of brain rotting hcs together :D

[goorehound]

Hello!! Been stalking through your works (hehe), saw your "dating Mary hcs" post, and this caught my attention:

"Banter is one of his favourite things about being with you. Random and especially bizarre insults thrown back and forth makes it all feel easy. Granted sometimes he can be a Grade A Dick and get himself benched on the couch for the night, but that’s rare, and almost all of his bickering is playful and downright adoring."

Now I need a scenario in which he does indeed get banished to the couch one night and tries to make it up to the reader in the morning, pretty please! -🎂

This took me so long but I promise I was so excited to get this one out. The “fight” part dragged out much longer than I expected but the flow took me where it took me, ya dig?

This was fun to write, thank you for the request shawty.

And thanks to @frankenfaandom for brainstorming with me and practically giving me this fic on a plate when I blanked on how to start it off.

Mary’s Fuck Up

Mary x GN!Reader - 1,317 words

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Crawling up to plant your hands on either side of Mary’s face, squishing the cheeks together as you straddled his lap and pulled him close. Your expression didn’t waver, relaxed but serious, not even when he made a confused and disgruntled squawk of disapproval.

“You smell awful.” You told him evenly, finally cracking out in a grin as you planted a wet and smacking kiss on his forehead, ignoring his hands flapping around trying to get you off him. “Get the fuck out of my bed and go shower.”

“Jesus Christ, I thought I actually did something.” He clamped a hand over his chest when you eased back to look down at him. “You’re gonna fucking kill me. You’re going to give me a heart attack. I almost just died.” He prattled on.

“I’m dead serious,” You laughed and slid off of him to sprawl out in the empty spot opposite him. “You smell like you just climbed out of a dumpster and bathed in piss.”

“What do you mean?” He asked indignantly. “I do not. I smell like I always smell,” The metalhead grumbled as he turned to smell at his shirt. “You like how I smell.”

“I like how you look.” You patted his chest lovingly. “I tolerate how you smell.” This was paired with a cackle at his fully offended look, him rolling over to settle between your legs did nothing to quell the burst of laughter.

“Yeah, well, maybe I like how you smell and tolerate how you look.” Mary threw back petulantly and ridiculously, and you bit back your laughter into bubbling giggles instead.

“You fuck me for how I smell, Mare? That’s kinda weird.”

“Maybe I do.”

“You called me beautiful an hour ago.”

“Well. I’m a liar. I lied.” Mary settled down more heavily on top of you.

“Maybe I’m ugly, but at least I don’t smell like a porta-potty.” You lazily draped your arms over his shoulders in return.

“Maybe I smell bad, but at least I don’t have a crooked nose.” His hand came up to pinch at your nose, and he must’ve missed how the mirth dropped from your eyes as simultaneously as your heart fell to your stomach. Which was almost just as hurtful as the comment. It wasn’t like he had room to talk, he’d busted his nose a few times and it wasn’t fucking straight either - but he knew that your nose drove you crazy. He knew that you’d fretted over it. He couldn’t not know that was a pretty big blow to your self esteem.

“Get the fuck off, Mary.” You grumbled, content to shove him in the direction of the shower so you could forget the stupid comment. He wiggled your nose lightly, then his brows furrowed in concentration, and his hand dropped.

“The fuck are you getting all bitchy for?” Mary asked as he leaned up a bit higher, and fuck he could be such a dick. Who says that?

“Mary. Get off of me.” At least he complied quickly that time and pulled back to fall on his ass on the mattress in front of you. You didn’t feel like you needed to explain why that just wasn’t cool. You’d been willing to drop the nose comment and let him know later to not make that sort of joke, but being made to feel like your reaction was disproportionate?

Like you were out of line for getting irritated?

“The fuck just happened?” Mary glanced around as if some apparition might come forth and explain to him where he’d crossed the line.

No such thing happened, obviously, and you instead got up to start changing to get ready to sleep. “Can you just go shower?” You threw over your shoulder. “We’ll talk after.”

“You’re fuckin’ moody tonight.” He threw back as he pulled himself off the bed to head to the shower, and he didn’t deign your responding: “Fuck you.” with any sort of acknowledgement.

You stewed for a while, shutting the lights off and pulling the blankets up to your ears. There was a lot of tossing and turning, replaying the events and getting yourself worked up all over again. By the time Mary was coming back in, freshly washed and hair damp, you were not nearly in the mood for him sliding into the covers behind you and tugging at your waist.

“I don’t want you in here right now.” There was a pause. A deep breath.

Lips brushed over your temple and he squeezed your waist before rolling out of the bed and fumbling around in your closet for the spare blanket. “M’kay, baby.” He agreed quietly, and then he was out.

As you should have expected - sleeping without him was awful. It sucked. The first fifteen minutes were nice, the space from the cause of your irritation out of sight had you feeling a bit more relaxed and able to collect your thoughts. But stirring a few times and reaching for him to come up empty handed? Yeah. That was a bummer.

By morning you were over it. Prepared to talk it over but not holding any of the previous nights bitterness, you were out of bed and shuffling into the lounge room as soon as you were awake enough to function.

The couch was empty, but there was a blanket and pillow still messily taking up residence - so Mary couldn’t be too far. He wasn’t exactly a morning person and it seemed way too early for him to be out the door. Which would be fine. It was fine. If he also needed some space, that was cool, you didn’t mind.

You edged your way towards the kitchen, embarrassed by the rush of relief when you smelled fresh coffee and let your nose guide you.

Mary was stressing about something on the counter, there was a fresh pot of coffee, and he seemed completely unaware of your presence. You watched him hunched over something and stirring it, curiosity piqued. Mary Goore was the furthest thing from a chef that you’d ever seen in your life, and you were suddenly worried about wether or not you’d actually replaced the fire extinguisher.

“Mare?” Rough with sleep, your voice barely carried through the kitchen. Apparently it was more than enough to catch his attention, as he spun around with a bowl and whisk in hand. The expression of guilt on his face was more surprising, looking like a dog who’d been caught mid shit on the carpet.

“Whatcha doin?” You asked after an extended silence where he offered not a word.

“Making pancakes?” Mary looked miserably at the bowl he was stirring. “Hopefully. Uh, I thought I’d - you know, breakfast in bed type dig. Didn’t think it would take this long.” The bowl was left forgotten on the countertop as he wiped his hands off on his boxers and worried at his lip.

“I fucked up?” He offered, and you closed the distance to press your face into his neck. Predictably, his arms came up to cradle you as his cheek rubbed itself against your hair.

“I fucked up.” Mary said this more steadily this time. “I also fucked up the pancakes.” You laughed at that and pinched at his bare waist gently.

“I’ll run and grab us breakfast and you can get back in bed?” His neck craned back enough to look down at you, ten fingers sliding high enough to cup the back of your head. The eye contact was a bit more intense than you’d anticipated.

“I’m sorry. You can tell me exactly where I pissed you off when I get some food into you.” The man’s voice was soft, his eyes bouncing around to take in your face. Large hands stretching to brush his thumb over your cheek only moments before you turned to kiss his palm.

“That sounds good, Mare.”