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YOUR TIM FIC IS SO GOOD OMG .... I DIDNT THINK ANYBODY WROTE FOR HIM TYSM </3

ahsksnsm yeah me neither!! turns out there’s not a lot of x reader’s in podcast spaces from what i can tell

#really posted that and fell off the surface of the earth huh #sorry this took so long to get to lmaoo im glad you enjoyed it!!! #tim is still deeply beloved so i might get around to writing something for him again

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pairing: timothy stoker x reader

words: 3583

i should super be packing right now because i’m probably moving tomorrow but also. this is the first time ive been able to write something literate in like a month.

(also- i cannot stress this enough- please listen to tma)

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(Y/n) sits on the couch.

It’s battered and bruised, but they pay it no mind, their (e/c) eyes glued to the meaningless lights flashing across the equally ugly coffee table.

The colors dance, reflected in their deep hues. But they’re not the real center of attention either. They stare and they stare, unblinking, at the more-box-than-television sat in front of them, but they aren’t watching it. They hadn’t been watching it for the past hour.

Just like the dishes the hour before that. They hadn’t seen the glistening bubbles that floated in the air past their methodical hands. They hadn’t caught a glimpse of a shine on those mismatched and sometimes chipped plates they slid back into their spot in the cabinet.

No, (Y/n)’s attention wasn’t their own as they sat still on the shitty couch. It wasn’t anywhere to be found in the dirt-cheap apartment at all- as it was far, far away from them entirely, lost with someone else.

The TV could change and dance and sing all it wanted, but they wouldn’t look at it, not really. Hell, it could grow legs and walk right out the door and they wouldn’t notice.

The only thing they vaguely were aware of, was the twisting in their stomach.

Which, they acknowledged, by reluctantly tearing their heavy gaze away from the Tv to the clock perched on the faded kitchen wall, the same walls that encased the minor living room they sat in- because it was the same room. Calling it a room was giving it too much credit.

And calling that damned thing a clock was too.

With all due respect, they had picked it out at a garage. Together. Yet, the respectful thing to do would have been to slam dunk it in the garbage. It was the ugliest thing they had ever laid eyes on, and it showed it too, in the way it had been defiled. Half the number were torn from its face leaving ivory scrapes stained yellow with age. The big hand had seemingly crawled away, leaving the little hand to claw its way silently around the face of some cartoon character that (Y/n) was certain they had never seen and even more sure they never wanted to.

They looked at it regardless of its horrors and again their stomach swam.

The little hand almost caressed the number one now. Which did not bother (Y/n) 10 hours ago when it had happened on the actual 1 o’clock. But as it crept to prod the broken number eleven with one foot in the grave, they cursed it fiercely, without ever parting their pursed and chapped lips.

11 PM, the clock wheezed at them.

Go die in someone else’s kitchen, (Y/n) silently snapped back.

Though- they supposed it technically was someone else’s kitchen. They were banned from the kitchen ever since the top left burner had erupted in flames, ruining what was supposed to be a great start to their first Valentine’s Day in their apartment.

His laugh bounces off the peeling, stained eggshell walls of the apartment, echoing in their suddenly tuned in ears, straining for the heart heavy noise. He always laughed with his whole chest, his affections dripping from his kind voice.

He had thrown out their pitiful attempt at ‘man discovers fire’ and (Y/n) had learned how breakfast was meant to be served at the expense of their embarrassment.

They listen harder as the thoughts sizzle away, but all that greets them is the low growl of the refrigerator, sibling of the wretched clock, from the same sale.

Dark (e/c) eyes narrow at it, willing it to shut up with the same disposition the clock faced.

But they soften at the sight of what hugged the fridge.

They ignored all the abhorrent gift shop magnets from vacation spots and late-night gas stations alike in favor of one picture on the fridge.

At first glance, it looked like a shitty postcard that belonged with the shittier magnets. Maybe something you’d find tucked away in the forsaken corner of a nowhere’s town gas station shrouded in a flickering light in the early hours of a no-good morning.

At a second glance...

It looked the same.

But it almost tugged at their tired lips.

It wasn’t actually a postcard, just a damned good lookalike. Maybe it was supposed to be like that. They didn’t know. It was taken long before they had crashed into the man.

It was simple. Just a shot of a sunny day and sparkling waters.

And him, sitting in a neon orange kayak and dressed in an even more obnoxiously colored vest, but both were outshined by his engulfing grin as he raised the paddle up, to row, or something along the lines that they didn’t quite care about. His hair was shorter in the picture than he wore it now and his face looked younger. He looked like a poster boy for some horrid Boy Scouts commercial with a strumming acoustic guitar.

Yet, as much as it made them want to shudder, their heart took to it so fondly the instant they had found it tucked away in one of his old photo albums.

They had hung it on the fridge months ago to mock him, but karma was a spiteful bitch, wasn’t it? Now they gazed longingly at the picture-perfect photo and wished to see that smile nearer. Closer. Again.

It was eleven pm now.

The clock occasionally gives a horrific sputter, something akin to a miniature train dying in a tinier tunnel. This is the noise that causes (Y/n)’s shoulder to tense up again.

Their alerted eyes flick to the door, the crowning jewel, and the only jewel that separated the kitchen and the living room. It was no diamond either though, a dingy and faded brown. When they had gotten the place, he had wondered if it was wood. (Y/n) knew it was metal painted over. It was ugly too.

And it grew even more hideous the longer it stood unflinching, staring back at them as it continued to stand still.

They almost sneer at it, but suck in a reluctant breath and force their gaze back to the un-alluring, boxy TV.

The colors still flicker, meaninglessness that never touches their distant mind.

They try their best to melt into the banged-up sofa. Leather, they had been told over messages on eBay. They weren’t so sure anymore, but it was comfy sometimes. Mostly when (Y/n) was laying on him almost entirely. But now it was cold and bit back against their endlessly bitter and colder frame.

Even the air seemed to try and suffocate them, pressing against their throat, weighing in their lungs, resting on each and individual rib. It was labored, drawing, wavering. It was so still it drove them to a glower.

No sound. No movements. No nothing.

The TV tried. It flickered, it cried, it cheered, but it could not reach them.

It was all so...

So...

Worrying.

The apartment wasn’t ugly.

It wasn’t quiet.

It wasn’t unkind.

It was lively with whatever music had caught his attention that week, a sweet hum from the kitchen, his lungs sung out from the shower, under his breath a low lullaby in their ears as he held them close.

It was warm. His too big coat swallowed them up on winter mornings, their hands clinging to it, pulling it tighter around themself. His feathery lips pressing an igniting kiss against their cheek as he walked past. His chest against their face as they snuggled closer on late nights like these, tucked away tight in their worn bed.

It was loving. His calloused hands atop theirs, guiding them as the recipe to make the perfect soup stumbled into their reddened ears. Haste kisses almost missing their lips entirely as he raced to get out the door despite being fifteen minutes late already. His fingers combing ever so slowly, so gently through their (h/l) (h/c) locks when he thought they were still fast asleep.

It was theirs. It was patchwork cloth and mismatched furniture that didn’t belong. A probably haunted table that fell over at four in the morning every morning making them snuggle closer. Blankets hardly held together by age-old thread, wrapped snug around their shoulders as they slept. It was cheap and it was admittedly unsightly but it was shared and it was the second most beautiful thing they had ever seen when it was right.

But it was wrong now. Everything looked wrong and unforgiving in the low light of the flickering oven light and whatever the tv decided to breathe into the stale air.

It wasn’t that (Y/n) hated the apartment.

It was just a broken puzzle without him in it. A broken puzzle they despised.

It was like a pond with no ducks or fish or lily pads or frogs or old people. A pizza joint without a handful of obnoxious teens giggling over missing greasy breadsticks. It was a library without dust and-

The door thumped.

(Y/n) gives it an odd look, wordlessly asking what the hell had gotten into it.

Until a familiar resonating click greeted their ears, singing like a forgotten favorite song with its heavy shudder.

Before they can even realize it, their weighted and pursed lips pull back in a big, toothy smile.

The painted and peeled door pushes open with an obnoxious creak that falls on deaf ears.

"You are not going to BELIEVE the day I’ve had."

They would. They would believe anything that came out of that pretty mouth of his.

They grin at him steadily, "Hello to you too, handsome."

The man, the myth, the legend where their mind never strayed far from, kicked the door shut behind himself and then began to step out of his shoes, his arms too preoccupied.

"Yeah, hi, sorry I’m late-" he sourly stumbles through, before affirming, "But, babe, listen, today was a total shit show."

"I am listening," they slip away from the battered couch and onto their mismatched socks, moving along the stained carpet with ease.

His coffee-colored gaze flicks up to meet their (e/c) one as they come into range and they admire the way they flare, the way they make their heart stutter with such a small action.

"It all started this morning," he enlightens dramatically, and they amusedly remember their boyfriend’s rude awakening.

In his rush, he had sweetly swooped down to kiss their sleeping form only to headbutt them violently. They might actually have a bruise, but they hadn’t checked. A good morning kiss was still a good morning kiss in their book, however.

"First, my alarm doesn’t go off!"

It did at four that morning. Then five. Then six. He had slept through it. They had not been so lucky, but they were fortunate enough to snuggle closer to him as he snored.

"Then- traffic! Stand still traffic! I didn’t even get to the institute until eight!"

(Y/n) only nods as they lightly take his belongings from him, setting aside his sticker plastered briefcase before ever so carefully helping him juggle the boxes of takeout he also carried as they slid his warm winter coat off him.

"-the coffee machine broke, and it sprayed some guy, so I tried to leave, but then I ran into some other guy and spilled his coffee on him-"

Their brows draw at this, but they don’t interrupt, only taking the containers of food from his hands and turning to the other side of the door and what made up their shared kitchen.

"-with a knife, it was super scary. Kind of cool. But I think I lost five years of my life watching-"

(Y/n) sets the food down on the counter side by side and cracks them open to view the contents and assess with kind of silverware they needed.

"-not to mention, Elias came and argued with me about being late. I really wanted to kill him, but I didn’t! I took a deep breath and I only told him to piss off-"

Their lips curve upward in a smile as they tug open the creaky age forgotten drawer to dig out a couple of utensils for their favorite food.

"-which got me a shit load of paperwork. Martin wouldn’t help me. And when I asked Jon, he just gave me more! So then-"

They trail along with the counters, over to the fridge, tugging it open with a soft suction. Their (e/c) eyes scan over the contents mindlessly.

"-but it was too much. So, I said screw it, and left it on his desk."

As they bend down to pull two (favorite drinks) from the lower shelf, they chirp sarcastically, "And then you ran immediately home to me, right?"

"Well-" he wavers adorably, like some kind of guilty puppy, and their heart only melts further for the too-tall man, "I just- I was already so late, and I know how you get so... I wanted to do something nice."

How they got? They flash him a squinty look but don’t mention it as they kick the fridge closed, drawing back over to their takeout.

Okay, yeah, they’d admit they got a little sour when he was gone, but they weren’t clingy or anything!

They almost laugh at this thought though. It was almost as shittily put together as the clock hovering over their chattering beloved boyfriend’s head, next to the door.

"-then they were out of sauce, so I went to a different place, and then I waited an hour and they forgot my order, so I waited another hour and-"

They shake their head softly at his antics.

"Tim," they finally interrupt his ramblings, their voice soft and not unkind as they hover over the heated food.

"Yes?" He chirps back immediately, a little unsure.

They turn to face him, showing him the biggest lovey-dovey smile they can fit on their tired face, meeting his dark gaze with their own.

"I love you."

The man stops at this as if stumped by the three little words they uttered to him at least more than fifty million times a day.

They said it often because it was true. They did love him, and every time they told him they meant it more and more.

And it never got old watching his face dust rosy and his lips twitch upward in a small smile.

"I... love you too," he practically admits, as if they were both back in high school confessing under some gum infested bleachers.

A bright laugh slips from their lips as they turn back to the food, "Come here and eat. You’ll feel better."

"Mm- but I want to talk to you," he complains, and they don’t get to consider the food for long as two more arms appear at their sides, coiling around their torso like snakes ready to gobble them up, "It’s been years!"

"It’s been a day," they reason, like they hadn’t been ready to tear up the floorboards of their cheap apartment looking for traces of him less than ten minutes ago.

"It was too long," he groans, burying his lovely face into the soft of their neck, "I missed you too much."

"I missed you too," their lashes sink shut against their cheeks, their hand with a mind of its own as it lifts to tangle in his tousled coal locks, still soft despite the day’s hardships. They lightly scratch their nails against his scalp and he melts against their figure further.

They then utter, "But you need to sit down. You must be tired."

Before he can protest, they shift and turn around in his arms, their gaze following as he lifts his face to pout, "You need to rest. You’ll get sick if you don’t take any breaks."

They watch his lips abruptly dip into a grin, the way his eyes light up as something jolts on his brain at their words. His arms tighten, pulling them closer, "What’s that, (Y/n)?"

They arch a brow at the mischievous man as he continues with a flare of incredulous, "Call in sick tomorrow and hang out with you? I can’t believe you’d suggest such a thing!"

They find their own lips tugging upward, "How criminal."

He only grins wider, and their hands lift up to cup his cheeks, framing his smile lovingly, “Criminally fun...?”

They hum, gaze flicking away as they turn over the idea in their head for a moment, “Well...”

They glance back up under their lashes to meet his eager gaze, watching him watch them, “I could call in for you. Say you caught a stomach bug.”

Their lips twitch, but they fight to maintain a straight look. They watch as his face shifts, still held in their hands as the dawning horror of their words washed over him.

“Oh- that’s evil,” he tells them adamantly, but there’s that lovely laugh slipping from his lips, filling the dusty air of their apartment with the sound they adored so much, “You know my boss would probably show up at the door if you said that.”

Their serious expression cracks at this, a big grin spreading across their own lips, “I think I saw him digging in the trash again yesterday. Maybe we could invite him for tea.”

They excitedly continue, unabashedly evil this time, “I could sit with him in the living room and you could lay in the room and groan dramatically.”

Tim ponders the idea, face alight as their eyes take in his handsome visage, before he suddenly shakes his head, “No, no. If I take a sick day, I want to spend time with you! Not my boss.”

His words warm their heart, stirring a sinister giggle from their lips, “It’d be fun though.”

He nods, sighing softly as he smiles down at them again, “Yeah... You’re fun.”

The air seems to have changed. Quieter. Maybe it’s because the refrigerator has quit seething. Maybe the tv has gone off. All they know is he gazes down at them steadily and they blink up at him curiously, uttering, “Tim? Are you tired?”

His eyes flick down, but he doesn’t respond.

As their lips part again, ready to usher him to the couch and bundle him up in blankets- tell him not to worry, and they would get the food...

They stop in their tracks, the thoughts melting away into fuzzy feelings, the softness of his lips pressing against their chapped ones. Their lashes sink shut against their cheeks and they waste no time encircling their arms around his neck, a subtle attempt to pull him further down to their height.

Apparently, it wasn’t subtle enough because his hearty chuckle stores against their lips, his smile barely contained as they try to press forward and deepen the kiss before he can get away so soon.

“You’re so cute,” he murmurs, and they find a smile of their own blooming as his forehead pressed against theirs softly.

“Says you,” they argue absently, lost in the relief of having him near again.

As much as they joked and prodded, there was a fear in (Y/n). One they had confided in him with few times, vulnerable moments after nightmares in the early hours, sitting on the couch on rainy miserable days, but it haunted the depths of their mind every day.

Every morning he left for work, it plagued their mind, much like those horrible bugs had before. It twisted their stomach and tangled their fingers in knots. It ate away at them as hours ticked on and on, gluing their eyes to that horrid clock time and time again.

(Y/n) didn’t work at the institute. Not anymore. While that wretched place was where they met him, they still didn’t thank it in the slightest. They would never step into artifact storage again, but it still clung to their dreams because they knew what lied in it.

And it made sending their beloved boyfriend away with a kiss harder and harder every morning.

“(Y/n)?” His voice is gentle, drawing them from their troubled thoughts, “Are you tired?”

They smile dryly at this, lying, “Yeah. After all- I waited until midnight for my boyfriend to come home.”

He squeezes them tighter, letting out a theatrical groan, “I said sorry! I even brought you your favorite!”

Their lashes flutter open and they peer at his adorable pouting face, and their pretend sourness melts away instantly.

They smile.

“Then eat with me. Let’s watch a shitty movie. Relax.”

He smiles back, but his toothy grin is dorky and dear to their heart.

“I’ll even snuggle,” he adds as if it were a riveting bonus, like it were some kind of choice.

Thirty seconds into any activity sitting on the couch resulted with them in his lap and tangled in his arms tight- but they didn’t mention that fact.

Instead, they play along, “How could I say no to a deal like that?”

They couldn’t.

They could never say no to him. Not when he smiled the way he did. Not when his eyes lit up like glitter. Not when his hands were so gentle on their hips. Not when his words were so kind in their ears.

Not when he was himself standing in their dimly lit kitchen at 11:23 pm holding them so sweetly.

#tma x reader #tim stoker x reader #timothy stoker x reader #the magnus archives x reader #tim stoker #timothy stoker #breadkinswrites #tma #the magnus archives

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I - LOVE- THIS-BLOG!!!!!!!!!!

Thank you!! 🥺🥺💕💓💗💞💕💗💕💓 i’m glad yall enjoy it

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ive a question for you. for the tbhk fandom, do you write for tsukasa? or no? ‘^^

i do!! :) i love him (it’s the me actually writing part that’s questionable lmao)

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Could I request a yumeko & Mary general dating like the one like for kirari? Maybe even a P2 for kirari? Idk I love ur writing🆙❤️

Thank you! :) 💕 and I’ve actually already written them! You can find them here

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hi! can you do an hc of how kirari from kakegurui would ask you out and how your first date would go. thank you! 😌👌✨

pairing: kirari x reader

hell yeah i can

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- a lot of people think your relationship started with some wild and expensive gesture

- which,,, it kind of did,,, but not at first

- but really she ‘stumbled’ across you in the hall and politely asked if she could walk you home

- It’s a little nerve-wracking since she’s the president of the student council but you oblige 

- Kirari was only slightly nervous because she had never actually walked home before and always had taken a limo to and from school with Ririka but she does not mention this

- she mostly asks you about your day and engages in idle chatter on the way to your place but it’s nice. She even cracks a few witty jokes that have you smiling at her widely. 

- when you get to your door it’s like time disappeared and your time together was much too short

- but Kirari wavers, standing on your porch, smiling at you quietly

- before she reaches up, cupping your cheek gently as her eyes flicker over your face

- she asks you very politely if you would accompany her on a date this Saturday if you had time

- and when you agree, she looks absolutely delighted, and leans forward, pressing a delicate kiss to your cheek before telling you to have a good night and she’d see you tomorrow

- the week goes by in a snap. Kirari passing you smiles whenever she passed you in the halls and even walking you to class a couple of times when she noticed you two were heading in the same direction

- and when Saturday came, only then did you realize you had no idea what this date meant

- Kirari hadn’t specified a certain time. Or place. Or... anything...

- she knocks on your door at 6 o’clock sharp despite this

- when you open the door she’s not dressed in her school uniform, and hopefully, you aren’t either. She looks beautiful as ever wearing a casual smile

- she asks if you’re ready to leave 

- and. of course, there’s the limo outside. Kirari doesn’t mention this, looping her elbow with yours and leading you over to it

- she opens the door for you and grins, thanking you for joining her today.

- the car ride is mostly filled with the two of you messing with the limo. She notices your owlish look and actually joins you in exploring. Turns out there’s a party setting that makes the lights go out and then flash different colors, but what’s more important is that Kirari laughs when it abruptly comes on and spooks the both of you.

- when the limo finally comes to a stop, Kirari is there to help you out again, looking a little more relaxed as she grins at you

- she leads you into a nice restaurant and claims your reservation.

- but the cool part comes when you two are seated.

- next to this GIANT fish tank.

- It’s like an entire aquarium fitted inside a restaurant! There’s a million and one exotic fish dancing in the shimmering water, under colorful changing lights and flashy plant life.

- Kirari tells you to order whatever your heart desires when the server comes over.

- while the two of you wait for your food, you fall into idle chatter, and eventually Kirari gets a little distracted, but looks very happy as she talks to you about the fish in the tank next to you. She goes into details about the specific types of fish and how they interact with the ecosystem around them.

- she rambles a little, but it’s sweet and it’s obvious she’s comfortable around you.

- when food comes, the two of you grow quiet other than Kirari asking you how your meal is. That is, until you’re finished.

- and what's after dinner?

- DESSERT!!

- Kirari orders like four different ones and asks if you want to share after asking what you would like to order

- you two are almost like little kids giggling over ice cream and cakes

- when the two of you leave the restaurant the both of you are tired but happy, and she has a polite arm wrapped high around your waist

- she again opens the door for you and welcomes you into the limo

- It’s definitely a less eventful ride home, but Kirari rests her head on your shoulder, arms loosely wrapped around your arm. 

- you watch her and she actually almost falls asleep, adorably.

- which is not a word you thought you’d ever use for the student council President but life was weird

- when you arrive back at your house, Kirari is wide awake

- she walks you up to your door just like she had when she asked you out, and wavers on your porch

- before smiling at you again, saying she really enjoyed tonight

- and asks if you two can do it again

- when you agree, she’s ecstatic but is gentle, slowly pulling you close in an embrace

- before the two of you pull apart.

- she tells you goodnight again and tells you to have sweet dreams.

- over the rest of the weekend, you wonder if that might actually be the end of it, realizing you don’t even have her number

- when you return to school the Monday, you’re still unsure if you should try and seek her out

- but when you sit down for lunch that day

- she finds you again, immediately smiling upon the sight of you

- and asks you to join her on another date that Friday

#kakegurui x reader #kakegurui #headcanons #kirari momobami #kirari x reader #kirari #kirari momobami x reader

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hiii! didn't see if there was a character limit per rq, so if there is n i am breaking it just ignore me jabksbcjdj could u donthe general dating hcs for yumeko, mary and ririka too? thanks!

pairing: mary x reader, yumeko x reader

character limit has never crossed my mind until now lmao,,, also sorry i decided not to do ririka :( i love her i’m just not as familiar with her character so i dont think i could do her justice,, hope thats okay!!

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Mary

- Mary avidly denies liking PDA but is almost always holding your hand. Whether she’s dragging you somehow, holding your hand under the table while she gambles with you next to her, or just trying to get your attention.

- for the most part, she’s a very confident girlfriend. She likes to take the lead and make you flustered and think she has you wrapped around her finger.

- until you compliment her. Or kiss her. Or hug her.

- Mary practically melts into a heap of embarrassment, mostly because she really enjoys it

- she never really pictured herself in a relationship especially not after the student council’s attempt to marry her off

- that is, until she met you, of course.

- she’s still trying to get the hang of the whole relationship thing though so you’ll definitely have to help her sometimes

- part of her wants to keep your relationship very private and never speak a word of it to the world

- and the other half wants to wrap an arm around your waist and yell at anyone who even glances at you that you’re hers

- not really in a possessive sort of way but more in a proud way

- she’s still shocked you said yes in the first place of course she’s proud to have you by her side!

- but sometimes she does dearly want to protect you from the world, and more importantly the school around you

- she’s terrified that one day the student council will target you and she won’t be able to win and has even debated on breaking up with you a few times just to keep you safe

- but when you wish her luck before a gamble...

- Mary really feels like she can win anything

- even though she’s scared to lose you, when you sit by her during a match she feels like she’s invincible. Especially when you take her hand discreetly under the table.

- Ironically, you’re like her good luck charm

- whenever you stay after school to watch her gamble, Mary always ALWAYS walks you home.

- she loves when you take her hand and swing it between the two of you sort of childishly as you walk along, talking about whatever had happened in the day and what you planned to do

- Mary never was one for small talk but she realizes she could listen to you talk for hours

- sometimes when you’re complaining about something she’ll get really into it and get feisty. sometimes even more than you. "I’ll go up there right now, dammit. Don’t you worry. I’ll make sure they never give you a problem again." "Mary no-"

- Mary discovers with you that she really loves sleepovers.

- there’s something about eating snacks and snuggling all night with you under too many covers that’s so relaxing to her. She doesn’t have to be big and bold. She doesn’t have to win or compete.

- with you, she can throw a piece of popcorn at your face and win at life watching you laugh or listen to you whine making her laugh

- she also, shockingly, really likes sleepovers on school nights

- that way she can play with your hair in the morning and get ready with you

- she loves walking you home from school but seeing you sleepy and sort of stumbling next to her really warms her heart. She thinks it’s funny to subtly bump shoulders with you as you trudge along. Plus the sunrise and the morning air is really nice, especially next to you.

- Yumeko sniffs out your relationship only on the second day you guys were official

- she’s delighted but Mary is dismayed

- Yumeko has claimed the title as her ‘wingman’ and now will often give her relationship advice and use you to tease her

- sometimes the advice is actually useful though... and it’s not the worst to see you making more friends... and getting along with her friends...

- but still. She tries to tell you Yumeko is nuts and you should keep away from her. It doesn’t work, but it’s worth a shot.

- Mary isn’t big on fancy dates. She’s more into casual stuff like eating together at the nearest shitty fast food joint. Mary would actually probably consider walking you home a date, unfortunately. But if it means spending time with you and making you happy, she’ll put in the effort to plan something a little more romantic every once in a while.

- this is really when Yumeko’s advice helps her out

- despite being kind of clumsy when it comes to romance and usual dating etiquette Mary does her best and she loves you very much

- she’s definitely always there to support you in everything you do and actively tries to be involved in your hobbies and see what you’re up to

- she’s also always there to stand up for you when others try and give you shit. You might have to drag her away because she has a tendency to get into full-blown arguments over even the slightest dirty look your way.

- Mary is doing her best.

Yumeko

- really hope you like gambling

- because her absolute FAVORITE thing to do is gamble with you

- would she use you as a bet?

- oh absolutely. no hesitation. but only when she knows exactly that she’ll win

- she thinks it’s cute if you get all nervous and even hotter if you’re confident in your gambling skills

- she’s actually a little sour when you can’t make it to one of her matches. not towards you but towards everyone who isn’t you.

- Yumeko is a freak for PDA tbh

- ALWAYS has her arms wrapped around you in one way or another. She feels like a snake trying to strangle you sometimes. she means well she just loves to love on you 

- could not give any less of a shit who sees. Will blatantly ignore anyone and everyone because you are her partner and she loves you very much.

- she’s a very enthusiastic girlfriend.

- always trying to do wild things to spice up your relationship. would absolutely suggest things like skydiving as a casual date. it’d be like a back and forth debate to finally get to a more calm medium date like a fancy restaurant or something.

- Yumeko doesn’t actually mind where you two go, she just likes to mess with you sometimes. She keeps you on your toes.

- not only is she super PDA friendly she flirts shamelessly with you all the time. She loves watching your reactions. 

- she also really loves to have you sit in her lap while she gambles. no matter how long the match is. 

- Yumeko likes to bring you to the mall to go shopping. Sometimes she tries to be sly and buy you things without you noticing but Yumeko has never been subtle a day in her life when it came to you.

- but also after a long day in the mall she always buys you ice cream and sits on the edge of the water fountain. It becomes a tradition to make a wish, even though it feels a little silly.

- Yumeko wouldn’t really go out of her way to keep you away from the student council but she would get heated fairly quickly if one of them tried to challenge you. She takes your place every single time and it is never followed by a pleasant atmosphere in-game.

- after something like that she definitely takes you to do something off-campus if not just straight to her house to just snuggle and take a nap

- Yumeko thrives off praise from you. She loves when you fawn over her with compliments and congratulations when she wins a match. She can’t stop beaming when you kiss her cheek and tell her she’s amazing.

- she definitely praises you a lot though. She thinks you’re the most interesting person she has ever met so of course, she thinks the world of you, and she is NOT afraid to show it.

- Yumeko loves you and she’ll be damned if you and everyone and their mother doesn’t know it.

#headcanons #yumeko x reader #yumeko jabami #yumeko jabami x reader #yumeko #mary #mary saotome #mary x reader #mary saotome x reader #kakegurui x reader #kakegurui

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kakegurui masterlist

kirari

scenarios

none yet!

headcanons

general dating hcs, request

first date hcs, request

mary

scenarios

none yet!

headcanons

general dating hcs, request

yumeko

scenarios

none yet!

headcanons

general dating hcs, request

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i’ll add to this :)

#kakegurui x reader #kakegurui #kirari momobami #kirari #kirari momobami x reader #kirari x reader #thebreadlist #breadkinswrites #yumeko x reader #yumeko jabami #yumeko jabami x reader #yumeko #mary #mary saotome #mary x reader #mary saotome x reader

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general kirari dating hcs :)

pairing: kirari x reader

wanna make this clear right here right now: i would bark like a dog for kirari.

- dating kirari would definitely be interesting, to say the least, especially if you were just a regular student and not on the student council

- regardless you would almost always be dragged into the council room

- especially for lunch. Kirari mostly likes having you in the council room with her to eat because it’s the one place she can really be alone with you- whether she has work to do or not.

- but it doesn’t matter what she has to do or what’s going on that day: lunchtime is put aside for spending time with you.

- when she does have paperwork, she always makes sure to clear one side of her desk. It’s not ever audibly mentioned but that’s your spot to sit. She could definitely bring a chair over for you but never does.

- since Kirari almost always stays after school, she usually expects you to do the same. She loves your company and it’s very weird for her to imagine you not being at her side every second of the day. 

- sometimes when you’re stubborn about not staying she’ll pull out a coin and ask if you want to gamble on that.

- she. Always. Wins.

- she even lets you flip the coin sometimes and she still wins. She gets really smug about it, but it’s hard to stay mad when she’s smiling at you.

- Kirari definitely tries to keep you away from the rest of the student council. Even if you’re a part of it. Part of it is that she doesn’t want you to get mixed up in some craziness and the other part is that Kirari just does NOT share.

- well. Except for when it comes to Ririka. She would be over the moon if the two of you became friends.

- while Kirari does try to keep you and gambling separate, she gets very excited when you attend one of her games. 

- being the student council President was impressive enough but you’d be dead wrong if she thought that was enough. Kirari will always take a chance to impress her partner.

- It’s even better when she does something wild and risky that makes you worry over her. She has to listen to you complain after, but she likes it when you try to baby her.

- who else in their right mind would try to baby The Kirari Momobami.

- when it comes to PDA I don’t think she’d care. The most she wants is for you to stand next to her or just be near her, anything else is just a bonus.

- as long as it was okay with you, she’d like to lace your fingers together often or have you sit on her lap.

- especially when she’s sitting at her desk. maybe that’s your seat, other than your spot on the desk like some kind of trophy

- you’re her favorite trophy though and while she’ll bet anything and everything she will never EVER bet you.

- if anyone so much as brings up touching a hair on your head Kirari would turn the bet down and up the stakes wildly and then win soon after.

- and if you ever became a housepet...

- the only teasing you’d see would be from Kirari herself. everyone knows better not to mess with you at this point. Kirari would mess with you by tugging you down by your necklace and pulling you lightly along by it. She gets a major kick out of it.

- but one kiss and she’d probably sweep your debt under the carpet.

- the best way to motivate Kirari is to bet her a kiss because this girl will do anything to win. I think Kirari is a major sucker for kisses. She would smile really big after every single one.

- she’s definitely the type to kiss your cheek when she says goodbye or good morning

- she’s also definitely the type to be grumpy if she doesn’t get her good morning kiss from you

- she’d also be a big fan of cuddling, but only in private. 

- she really loves to drag a sofa over to the aquarium in her office and turn off all the lights and snuggle while watching the fish. It may even be her favorite thing to do.

- Kirari may often be very calculated and even cruel she would be very soft on her s/o

- she would love to shower them with gifts and expensive dates and whatever your little heart desired. She definitely dotes on you a lot.

- but at the end of the day, she loves you very much and just wants to be around you.

#headcanons #kirari momobami #kirari x reader #kirari #kirari momobami x reader #kakegurui x reader #kakegurui

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requests, rules, & info

hello my name is bread!! not very active currently but still feel free to request! :) please give me a shout if you have any questions or what not. otherwise these are my rules

my requests are always open but with no guarantees!! i may or may not get to it. thank youu :)

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fandoms i write for:

Owari No Seraph

(manga and anime)

Mob Psycho 100

(anime only)

Toilet Bound Hanako-kun

(manga and anime)

Kakegurui

(anime only)

Hunter x Hunter

(anime only)

Miraculous tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir 

i thought it was just called miraculous ladybug until today lmao

She-Ra and the Princesses of Power

Mystic Messenger

rules:

Stardew Valley

Dragon Age Inquisition

Skyrim

The Magnus Archives

do it do it do it’s

- scenarios (one shots? what’s the difference)

- headcanons

- angst (for the most part), fluff, whatever

the no-no’s

- nsfw

- matchups (too big brain)

- yandere

- character x character

- anything self-harm, abuse, suicide, or depression related

- poly (yall are amazing but i dont have the experience or the knowledge to give this justice)

- three characters max per request

- head empty can't think of anything else, might update this list later

thank you for reading! :) i appreciate it <3

#rules #requests #toilet bound hanako kun #toilet bound hanako kun x reader #jibaku shounen hanako kun #jibaku shounen hanako kun x reader #owari no seraph x reader #owari no seraph #seraph of the end #seraph of the end x reader #miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir #miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir x reader #miraculousladybug x reader #mob psycho 100 x reader #mob psycho 100 #kakegurui x reader #kakegurui #hunter x hunter #hunter x hunter x reader #she ra #spop #spop x reader #mystic messenger #mystic messenger x reader #mysme #mysme x reader #sdv #stardew valley #stardew valley x reader

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masterlist of masterlist

Toilet Bound Hanako-kun

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Owari No Seraph 

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Kakegurui

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my master masterlist is short but the organization makes me happy :)

#masterlist #thebreadlist #breadkinswrites

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owari no seraph masterlist

mikaela

scenarios

like like, 3921 w

headcanons

none yet!

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this masterlist is so sad and barren,,, i’ll add to it as a i go

#owari no seraph x reader #owari no seraph #seraph of the end #seraph of the end mikaela #masterlist #thebreadlist #breadkinswrites #mikaela x reader #mikaela hyakuya x reader

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i think i fixed it but emotionally? the damage has been done.

tumblr just absolutely massacred a one shot i tried to post and left me with two words instead of the 3k i posted it with 😔😔 this is why i have trust issues (and thankfully save everything in google docs)

#breadgetsdistracted

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tumblr just absolutely massacred a one shot i tried to post and left me with two words instead of the 3k i posted it with 😔😔 this is why i have trust issues (and thankfully save everything in google docs)

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pairing: mikaela hyakuya x reader

words: 3921

i havent written anything coherent in. some time. also this wasn’t a request but mika is my all time favorite character. my HEART requested this.

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"Do you and (Y/n) have some weird staring contest that no one knows about except you?"

The question is so sudden, so out of the blue, that he looks away from the aforementioned soldier only to find himself squinting up.

His target takes a step to the side, blocking the sun from his view, but he still blinks a few times before he can clearly make out the boy.

"What on earth are you talking about?" despite no longer staring at the sun, this sight also makes his eyes narrow unhappily.

Much like the sun, Yuichiro smiles down at him brightly. Much more toothily. Though, thankfully, Yuu also didn’t make him burst into flames, which was also a plus in his book.

However, maybe not so much right now.

"You and (Y/n)," he says, his voice uncharacteristically low, further adding to Mikaela’s growing suspicion about this conversation, "What else?"

He says it so casually as if they were discussing no more than the weather. But Mikaela knew damned well this went deeper. A sense of deja vu padding in the from the corner of his mind.

So, albeit reluctantly, he leans over to the boy, but he doesn’t say anything at first. Instead, his ruby gaze leaves Yuu to return home where they had been and often were.

Thankfully, they’re none the wiser about what’s happening, still sitting a couple of yards away from them, their hands animatedly gesturing before them like their life depended on it as they explained something to the Hiragi settled across from them.

He says, very quietly to Yuu, "Did Shinoa put you up to this?"

To which, Yuu responds, just as hushed, "If I say yes will you still tell me?"

He fights back against the small upwards tug of his lips at his friends’ reliable antics as he sits up straight again. Always so honest.

"Mika?" Yuu quickly worries, his voice growing a little higher in pitch as he begins to clumsily backtrack, "I meant- no. Shinoa didn’t say anything. It’s me. I’m asking. Why would Shinoa ask?"

"So, Shinoa did say something?" He muses, mostly just to mess with the ravenet.

As if to further stir the pot, the lavender haired leader’s eyes briefly flicker over to them, coming dangerously close to meeting his own gaze, before focusing back on the soldier before her.

(Y/n) doesn’t notice this occurrence either, now making an odd motion that made Mikaela’s brows draw. Their face is a little intense now as they try to clearly convey their point. One hand was splayed out flat and the other made a swirling motion above it. Mikaela briefly wonders what they were rambling about this time.

"Fine, fine," Yuu huffs, drawing his attention again but not enough to make him look away, only continuing to watch the pantomime of the (h/c) haired individual, "Shinoa maybe- uhm, sort of, shined a light on your problem."

At least, he continues watching her until those last words reach his ears, making Mikaela abruptly turn, "My problem?"

Yet, Yuu only grins at him, happy as ever, meeting Mikaela’s gaze with those big emerald puppy dog eyes without a care in the world, "Yup."

Mikaela only offers him a displeased look rather than an actual answer.

The only problem he had was that Shinoa was poking her nosy little nose where it didn’t belong, directly in Mikaela’s personal business.

(Y/n), on the other hand, was never a problem.

As long as they were smiling- and they often were- he was sure everything was right in the world. Over the months they had spent together, getting stuck in confined spaces, shoving back to back during combat, and even bickering with each other on the rare occasion, Mikaela could probably even write an entire guidebook on how to properly handle and care for the individual.

He was still considering the silly handbook idea when he found himself looking at a familiar shade of (e/c).

(Y/n) was looking at him, he realized, and judging by the teasing nudge Shinoa gave their shoulder this wasn’t something they had originally thought of.

Despite this, their strawberry lips curve upward at the corners to give him a toothy smile. Their (e/c) eyes twinkling as they hold his under the warm sun shining high above them.

They lift a smaller hand and wiggle it at him.

Mikaela does the same, subconsciously smiling back at them, but only a smidgen.

Mikaela had many problems, but not (Y/n) and that was certain.

However, an elbow suddenly burrowing between his ribs does add to this list of dilemmas, "Oooh! Did you see that? They’re looking at you!"

The sudden rise in Yuu’s voice makes him return the favor, except he’s significantly more gentle, "I would have never noticed."

Even though Mikaela is sure they couldn’t have heard his grumble, he watches the way their eyes light up, the hand they were waving at him with quickly darting up to muffle their laughter.

It makes his heart soften the same way it always did, ready to slip through the cracks of his rib cage like slow dripping honey.

However, Yuu nearly knocking his head into Mikaela’s forces him to divert his attention to the believed idiot next to him as he all but theatrically whispered to him- hand cupped around his mouth and everything- "Shinoa thinks they have a crush on you."

Well...

Mikaela sure hoped so.

He doesn’t cup his mouth like a dumbass, but whispers back, "Really? What makes her think that?"

This seems to stump Yuu, because he leans back, causing Mikaela to look over at him and watch as he scratches his head.

The ravenet quickly glances over at Shinoa, giving her a puzzled look.

Mikaela’s eyes draw to the lavender haired girl who catches Yuu’s gaze and makes a face back, her brows furrowing.

Then, he looks back at Yuu who shrugs at her in response.

Before then again at Shinoa who flashes him a scowl. He could practically hear her exact thoughts. Definitely something along the lines of ‘Do I really have to do everything myself?’.

Mikaela snorts quietly. She should’ve known and picked someone else to interrogate him. Almost anyone other than Yuu might have made her some inkling of progress.

"Okay, well, I don’t know about that," Yuu says, as if it weren’t obvious he had no idea what he was talking about, "But I know about you."

Mikaela raises a brow at this, "Me? What about me?"

Those ivy eyes find him, glinting with a sense of determination, "Do you like (Y/n)?"

Mikaela almost smiles.

"Of course," he responds dutifully, "They’re part of your squad. I have to."

A little bit of a white lie but it’s more than worth it to watch Yuichiro’s face twist in distaste, obviously expecting a different answer.

"No!" He huffs, lifting his arms with a flurry to cross them over his chest, "I mean- do you like like them?"

Mikaela tilts his head, looking at his age-old friend under his lashes with an all but teasing smirk, "You sound like some kind of schoolgirl, Yuu-chan."

This only serves to frustrate the boy more, "Mika."

"Yuu," he chirps back mockingly.

His eyes have drifted back to (Y/n) though, who is oddly looking at Shinoa with a disturbed expression, making Mikaela pause. That is- until Shinoa leans forward with a grin stretching across her delicate face from ear to ear. He can probably guess what’s happening there.

Mikaela decides he’s thankful Shinoa chose Yuichiro to interrogate him about this matter rather than taking a go at him herself.

He also takes a second to silently apologizes to (Y/n) who clearly does not have this luxury.

"You’re not going to get rid of me that easily, you know," the boy next to him declares uselessly, "I need answers, Mika."

Unfortunately for Yuu, Mikaela had watched him do a multitude of stupid things for many years now. He had even been dragged into most of these stupid acts as an accomplice and impulse control.

Meaning...

Mikaela could play dumb all day.

"Answers about what?"

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(Y/n)’s eyes narrow.

They take a step to one side.

The mirror across from them does the same.

(Y/n) takes a step to the other side.

Again, the latter follows in suit, toe for toe.

(Y/n) takes a step back.

They take a step forward.

"Would you stop that?" They finally huff, squinting at their opponent unabashedly.

Shinoa was damn near shameless, asking without missing a beat, "Have you guys kissed yet?"

"No!" They squawk, still unused to her bold questions, despite having been her subordinate for at least a year now.

"Oh, oh! What about this?" Shinoa’s lips curl upward in such a grin that puts the Cheshire Cat to shame, "Has he... Y’know?"

She taps her neck with a delicate finger.

(Y/n) voiced her inquiry flatly, "Has he sucked my blood?"

Her coffee-colored eyes light up in response, so they quickly shoot this second wind down.

"No, of course not," they wave away the idea with their hand, "Do I look like a chew toy to you, Shinoa?"

(Y/n) suddenly wasn’t so sure they wanted to know what Shinoa thought they looked like, so they quickly turn on their heels, "Actually, never mind, don’t answer that."

"Oh come on! You’re telling me he hasn’t put the moves on you at all?!" She asked, as if it were an outrage, "Not even one singular move, (Y/n)?"

They don’t even warrant her with a response, continuing to walk along the cracked and battered street.

After a short meeting after breakfast this morning, they had come to the notion they should probably go scavenging in the nearby area for supplies. They would divide and conquer and be back at the rendezvous point in an hour.

Unfortunately for (Y/n), Shinoa had practically thrown her arms around them and strangled them as she declared them as their partner for the day.

Even more unfortunate, most of the area they had agreed to scavenge had turned out to be inaccessible due to debris and overgrowth, so only forty minutes later they found themselves at the place they agreed to meet at.

Alone.

With Shinoa.

This, of course, was after they thought they had escaped this morning’s weird Shinoa-involved-shenanigan.

Everything had been fine. They had just been talking about (favorite hobby) and (Y/n) had maybe gotten a little distracted explaining the details, when suddenly things took a turn for the worse.

Shinoa had nudged them and brought to their attention Mika was looking at them, and like an idiot, (Y/n) had turned to stupidly smile at him and wave.

...

Okay, so, (Y/n) didn’t regret greeting Mika but they definitely regretted the unprecedented consequences of that action.

Ever since then, Shinoa had been pestering them about some silly crush they had on the blond vampire. Asking them ridiculous questions and poking and prodding and doing the most to mess with them.

(Y/n) could only hope their apparent Prince Charming would swoop in and save them from the she-demon’s grilling.

"At least tell me you’ve held hands."

(Y/n) lifts both their hands to their face.

And buries a very quiet, very repressed yell into them.

Shinoa is, of course, unfazed by this and only giggles at their misery.

"You know... all this would go away if you just told me the truth~"

(Y/n) did know one thing- and that one thing was Shinoa. If hypothetically, they did slip up and say something, anything, they knew damned well that would only result in a million and one more questions.

If Shinoa got even so much as a centimeter on them, she would assuredly take a mile.

So, they find their composure and bluntly reply, "I already told you."

(Y/n) turns to face Shinoa, crossing their arms over their chest and flashing the girl a sour look, "There is nothing going on between me and Mika. I don’t know what else you want me to say."

Shinoa gazes back unwaveringly, holding their gaze like a lifeline, staring into the depths of their very soul as she tried to pick them apart like a broken clock.

(Y/n) is reminded to glance down at their watch. They note there is still a good ten minutes left until the rest of their team needed to be back.

But Shinoa’s sudden rise in voice makes them immediately look back up.

"Well, if it isn’t thing one and thing two," she cheerfully sneers at guests behind themself, making them glance over their shoulder curiously, mostly just relieved to have the girl’s attention off them for now.

They’re not surprised at all to find Yuichiro marching along, fists swinging at his sides with a bounce in his smiling step as he makes his way over.

Mikaela trails behind him, looking nowhere near as amused with the world, seeming a little more withdrawn into his white cloak than usual, like a little hermit crab.

The sight instantly makes their lips quirk upward.

"Took you guys long enough," they greet, more than happy to turn away from Shinoa and all her prying questions to see them, "Find anything good?"

Yuichiro nearly cuts them off before they’re finished asking, "I found a chocolate bar!"

It’s more than enough to make a big smile break out across their own lips, but it’s nothing compared to the proud way Yuu is beaming about his discovery.

"That’s... great... what about actual food? Clean water? Toilet paper?" Shinoa deadpans next to them as the two boys slow to a stop.

(Y/n) hums at this. She was only joking, but she did have a point. Maybe this area was too war-torn to effectively scavenge. It wasn’t like it was uncommon. Sometimes the only good thing to come from a place like this was a really good sneeze from all the dust or a cool looking rock.

But this idea is dispelled from their mind at a sudden rustle, before their eyes focus again on Mika who pushes a gloved hand past his cloak, revealing a plastic bag of what appeared to be some kind of supplies.

(Y/n) claps their hands together, smile returning to their features, "Oh! Nice job, Mika!"

Only for Shinoa to ‘accidentally’ shoulder check them as she reaches forward to take the bag, not so subtly mocking, "Yeah! Nice job, Mika."

However, before they can look away and rebuttal, Mikaela looks up at them, his brows knitting together and flashing them an odd look as if to ask them what the hell Shinoa was on about this time.

And just like that (Y/n)’s annoyances fizzle out instantly, a match dropped into a puddle, replaced by a laugh stirring from their chest as they muster a subtle shrug in response.

They swear for a split second they can see the corners of his lips tug upward before he forces them back down, shaking his head back at them.

Though he doesn’t say anything, they nod in agreement, silently sharing his exasperation.

"Hey, quick question-"

Their attention shifts from the blond vampire to find Yuu squinting at them, brows furrowed as he leans forward to peer at them.

It makes (Y/n)’s brows knit too, mirroring his expression but with worry instead of curiosity as they leaned back in response.

"Why are you covered in dirt?"

(Y/n) groans, quickly reaching up to shake their fingers through their usually silky locks, hoping to get most of the dust out.

Damned end of the world debris.

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The next time Mikaela got to talk to (Y/n) was hours and hours later, much to his dismay.

It was nightfall now and the Shinoa squad had hauled up in a small easily defendable inn that Yoichi and Kimizuki had stumbled across during their own scavenging earlier in the day. The last few hours had been spent securing it as a temporary base of operations.

(Y/n) had volunteered for the first watch, but claimed the room at the end on the bottom floor.

Mikaela had decided on the room next to theirs and had waited there for an hour and a half until he was sure all the others were fast asleep in their beds. He was sure none of them were skipping out on this luxury, since they usually slept cramped up in the car or on the cracked and uneven concrete.

The wait was worth it because when he silently stepped out of his temporary room, he found the (h/c) haired individual standing outside like they had agreed, poking at a small fire they had started with a stick.

The firelight casts a golden crown on their silky (h/c) locks much like a halo and paints their familiar face an expensive flickering shade as they gaze down at the flame in boredom.

"Long day?" He speaks up, but that’s an overstatement. His voice is almost as quiet as the fire crackling and the distant chirping of crickets filling the warm summer night air around them.

Still, those (e/c) eyes flicker up and brighten instantly at the sight of him.

"You could say that," they respond evenly, a welcome hint of amusement tinging their softened voice as they all but throw their stick elsewhere, revealing to Mikaela their barrel withheld excitement. It warms his heart to know they’re so happy to see him, but he saves them the embarrassment of voicing it.

As Mikaela draws closer to them, the gravel crunches under his feet and also with their own movements when they take a seat next to the fire, quickly motioning for him to sit down too.

He does so, unbothered by the heat that greets him, but knowing their affinity for not freezing to death, being alive and all. Proof in the pudding, they were already shuffling closer to steal his warmth, wrapping their arms around their figure.

"I feel like I haven’t gotten to see you all day," they comment suddenly, making Mikaela look over at them with a slight alarm.

But he forces himself to relax when they nudge his shoulder with their own, listening to their gentle words, "Thanks for coming out."

Mikaela can’t help the small smile that finds him as he nudges them back ever so lightly, replying just as softly, "I wouldn’t miss you for the world."

"Oh, so you don’t miss me?" They snort, turning their face to look up at him blankly under their dark lashes, keeping their face carefully clear.

He scrunches his nose up at their silly antics, feeling the urge to shove them playfully but repressing it in fear of them actually moving away, "You know what I meant."

(Y/n)’s lips upturn with a small grin, "Maybe, maybe not..."

They lean closer daringly, nearly bumping noses with him as they tease, meeting his icy gaze with their (e/c) one, "Maybe I just wanted to hear you say it."

Mikaela indulges them, trying to convince himself that he could resist their charms if he really wanted to.

"I missed you too, (Y/n)," he breathes quietly into the air, lightly leaning forward to further decrease the space between them, resting his forehead lightly against theirs.

They gently push back against his head with their own, playful as ever, "I know."

"Do you?" He mocks, lashes sinking against his cheeks as he recalls, "Because I distinctly remember you telling Shinoa earlier that I meant nothing to you."

This time, they pull back a little to head butt him, adding a smidgen more force with faux annoyance, "That is not what I said and you know it."

"You told her I was gum on your shoe," he retorts, cracking his eyes open a smidgen to peer at them smugly, "You said you’d never seen me in your life."

"I did not, shut up," they whine, reaching a hand up in the minuscule space between them to rest his chin in the area between their pointed finger and thumb which came up to squish his cheeks.

It’s a funny feeling smiling as someone messes with your face.

"Besides, what was I supposed to tell her? The truth?" They utter, looking up at him under their lashes and arching a brow, "Because I’m sure she’d be over the moon if I waltzed in and woke her up right now to tell her that I like like you.”

Mikaela watches them steadily as their hand travels up his face to cup his cheek affectionately, "You like like me?”

(Y/n) smiles at him lazily and he admires the way the fire next to them flickers and reflects in the shine of their lively (e/c) eyes, “Shinoa’s words, not mine.”

He hums, eyes sinking closed again as he melts into their warm touch, “You know, she tried to rope Yuu into it too. Maybe she thought she could cover more ground that way or something."

The idea almost makes him snort, but he holds back, melting further into the quiet moment shared between them.

"Did you tell him?" They inquire, brushing their thumb lightly along his cheekbone. Mikaela didn’t need sleep but was certain if he ever did fall asleep again this would be how.

"Not yet," he mumbles, but saying it out loud lets a small prickle of guilt finds him, "I’d rather tell him when he wasn’t being peer pressured to ask me."

"It’s not like he’s going to notice by himself, Mika," (Y/n) retorts, but he can hear their lovely smile in the way their voice draws.

"I know," he responds lightly.

He turns his head in their hand and lovingly presses a kiss to the soft of their palm.

"Let’s not worry about them right now though. Tonight is ours."

Instead of swooning at his YA romance worthy one-liner, (Y/n) instead snorts, as if dumbfounded, "Wh- You cannot be jealous. They’re not even out here."

Mikaela’s eyes flutter open a crack only so he can flash them a sour look.

To which (Y/n) only pulls their hand away to fondly smile at him in response.

While he cherishes this look dearly, mentally taking a photograph of it to join the many others of their beautiful smile, he tells them point-blank, "Look, if you’re not going to cuddle, I’m going back to my room."

"See, that’s just cruel, you don’t even need sleep!" They argue, even as they wiggle closer to him, but they make sure to ‘accidentally’ nudge him a little roughly.

Mikaela hides his smile by resting his head on top of theirs as he welcomes them to his side wholeheartedly, lifting his arm and his cape before wrapping both snug around their figure and pulling them nearer, eliminating all space between them.

"But you do," he reminds them, patting their side fondly, "Now be quiet and close your eyes. I’ll keep watch instead."

"Quit being mean to me or I’ll go to my room," they mutter, and then add pointedly, maybe even a little quieter, "and I will sleep."

It’s not long before Mikaela realizes the reason why is because they were already halfway to snoozing, even as they mumbled that poor argument to him.

He can barely keep the smile off his lips long enough to press a feathery kiss to the top of their head.

"Goodnight, (Y/n)."

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