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stellar-constellations · 6 months

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Hey, your work is just phenomenal I'd love to see some more headcannons. I was wondering if you could do some falling in love, or dating headcannons for these characters.

Demon Slayer

Sanemi Shinazugawa

Muzan Kibutsuji

Spy x Family

Yuri Briar (as your most popular he has to be here. <3)

The Disastrous Life of Saiki K

Kusuo Saiki

Toritsuka Reita

Kusuke Saiki

Danganronpa

Kazuchi Soda

Bungou Stray Dogs

Dazai Osamu

Assassination Classroom

Nagisa Shiota

Karma Akabane

I hope I'm not asking to much of you! Have a great day! <3

No problem! I've been waiting for a request!

Reader is female!

WILL CONTAIN SPOILERS FOR DEMON SLAYER, SPY X FAMILY, THE DISASTROUS LIFE OF SAIKI K, DANGANRONPA, BUNGOU STRAY DOGS, AND ASSASSINATION CLASSROOM!

Sanemi Shinazugawa

If you're a Demon Slayer like him, expect to live in his estate. If you're a normal civilian, also expect to live in his estate. Even if you're a part of the Slayer Corps or not, he wants to make sure you're safe.

I hope you like bugs because he owns a Japanese Rhinoceros Beetle. He'll let you hold if it you like bugs, if not, he understands and will keep him in his cage.

You'll most likely meet Genya and get along with him well, Genya might be shy with you at first since you're a girl, but he'll want to talk to you since you've caught his older brother's eye (which really seems impossible).

All of the corps and even the Hashira were shocked when word spread that you and Sanemi were dating. The corps most feared Hashira and the sweet girl?! Some believe it's a fake relationship to steer girls brave enough to chase after Sanemi away. When Sanemi heard the rumors he tracked down who started them and gave them the beating of their lives.

All of the corps is scared of Sanemi more than demons. If you're placed on a mission with someone other than Sanemi, they're placing your life at utmost importance. It doesn't matter if they're bleeding out, letting the demon escape, or having a whole village burn down, there is nothing too big to sacrifice other than your own life when facing Sanemi's wrath.

Sanemi likes ohagi, please make some with him. Not only is it a cute bonding experience together, but it'll make him fall more in love with you.

You can't make him wear collared or buttoned-up shirts. It's a proven fact.

Despite popular belief, Sanemi is very kind with his partner. He does his best not to yell at you and if he does he'll immediately apologize for it. He doesn't care if he has to swallow up his pride, your relationship together is more important to him than a mere title. He doesn't want to be seen as his father.

Sanemi will always be gentle to you. He knows he has a scary appearance and while he's proud of his figure and scars, he doesn't want them to scare you, they're supposed to scare demons!

Sanemi would never say it, but he likes when you and Genya get along together. It makes him happy knowing two of his favorite people are enjoying each other's company like how he enjoys theirs.

Sanemi is a jealous man and he'll make it known to you and everyone around him immediately (especially if Giyuu is around). He's always picking a fight because he knows he can kick anyone's ass that he feels is getting a little too buddy-buddy with you.

If you pet his hair or gently trace his scars, he'll consider marrying you.

Muzan Kibutsuji

If you're a human, he'll have one of the Uppermoons supervising and protecting you if he's not around (it'll most likely be Kokushibo).

If you're a demon, he'll trust that you take care of yourself. He'll give you his blood every now and then so you can grow stronger as a demon (but not strong enough to defeat him in case you'd ever try to defy him. But you wouldn't do that, right?) He cannot have a weak demon as a partner, that'd be insulting to his image.

Muzan would regularly buy you expensive kimonos and jewelry and act as if it isn't a big deal. Not only is it to flaunt you around to demons and humans, but it's an indirect way of showing his wealth and power to others.

It's canon Muzan had six wives in the past (all who committed suicide because he was verbally abusive or he just killed them) but he wouldn't treat you like that. Those wives were a cover for his human disguise so he felt no attachment to them, however with you, he'd do just about anything you tell him to (as long as it doesn't ruin his image).

Muzan still has a hard time with emotions. If you're a demon, he'll simply just read your mind to figure out what's wrong. If you're a human, he'll straight up ask you what's wrong. Either way, he's finding out so you might as well just make it easy and tell him, don't even try to beat around the bush since he's an impatient man when it comes to unpredictable things.

When you're alone together in peace and you're reading and he's doing research to find a cure to the sun, there's always a slight smile on his face. He enjoys the tranquility of the moment.

Muzan doesn't like physical affection, in fact he hates it because it makes him feel all weak, but if you're having a bad day he'll rub the back of your hands or give you a few head pats and threaten you to never speak of this to anyone.

You wear red lipstick the same shade as his eyes, another indirect way of saying you belong to him, just don't kiss him with it in front of others because it's not transfer-proof.

If you're a human, he'll try to convince you to be a demon with him so you can be immortal forever. If you reject, he understands and wouldn't push on about it until probably a couple years later. If you accept, he'll have a small smile on his face (don't point it out or he'll make your transformation a little more painful than necessary).

He's thought of having a kid so there can be a heir for his bloodline, but he quickly crossed that idea out when realizing that kids not only are bothersome, but he's a demon so he'll live forever (he believes).

Yuri Briar

You have to really be quite the person to catch his eye!

If you're a normal civilian, Yuri probably grew feelings for you because you're a stranger that's suddenly appeared in his everyday life. Same coffee place. Same bus home. Same breakfast sandwich order. Same grocery store. Even the same apartment complex! At this point Yuri's convinced you're either an obsessed stalker or a spy so he'd be keeping a close eye on you, only to end up falling in love with your simplicity.

If you're an agent of the SSS, you often helped Yuri with his work since he tends to overwork himself. Yuri greatly appreciates your help since you're his superior and even though you have way more work than him, you still put in the time to help him with his less complicated work. He's always got your back when it comes to raids or shootouts, can't let his favorite superior getting hurt! You treat him for his good work by getting drinks after work. One day you got drinks together and Yuri realized that this is basically like a date. Ever since then his feelings just grew for you.

If you're a spy you and Yuri really have a complex dynamic, but one things for sure is that he falls the hardest. His always chasing you on the clock and off. Yuri doesn't exactly know when he caught feelings for you. Maybe it was when he first met you when you bumped into him wearing a disguise. Or maybe it was when he saw you later that day without your disguise and recognized your voice as you beat up him and his co-workers in a desperate attempt to escape from the SSS. It doesn't matter how you guys met, just remember he fell really hard.

Yuri always knows when there's something up with you. If your sad he'll comfort you with anything you need; a hot drink, blanket, comfort movie, a eight-foot-tall teddy bear, he has it all for you.

He likes buying you little trinkets such as necklaces or little keychains. He swoons whenever he sees that you're putting his gifts to use.

He loves your cooking! You can be a terrible or great cook; any food is better than Yor's.

Memorizes your schedule then perfectly plans a coincidental encounter between you two where you both can hang out.

If you ever get in a fight with someone, he'll always have your back (physical fight or verbal). Even if you're in the wrong, he'll never even think of retreating. He doesn't believe you can do anything wrong once you guys get into a relationship.

Will drop down on his knees and ask to marry you when he sees you and Yor laughing together.

Saiki Kusuo

You were a new student at PK Academy, so of course everyone got riled up to meet you. The girls wanted to know if you were smart or kind and the boys wanted to know if you're prettier than Teruhashi.

At first Kusuo tries to stay far away from you, but that never works for him as well all know. He has no choice but to accept you as Kaido and Nendo has already taken a liking to you (you were nice to Kaidou and Nendou considers everyone a buddy).

He's not as annoyed with your company as he is with the others and after a lot of thinking and rejecting his feelings, he finally comes to terms that the almighty Saiki Kusuo has fallen in love with a mere mortal.

Your relationship is extremely normal and low-maintenced that nobody would've known you guys were dating until they realized you were with him 24/7. It's to the point if somebody needed you, they'd go looking for pink hair in a crowd or go to Kusuo's house.

Three months into the relationship everyone in the friend group finally found out you were dating when Nendou asked if you're dating because you were always around each other. Teruhashi ended up heartbroken while all the guys were dumbfounded but supportive.

Kusuo isn't very romantic as his whole life he never had feelings for anyone and always thought love was bothersome. Now he thinks it's "meh" (that's the best you'll get from him).

If you're able to distract Teruhashi from him then he'll smile at you, maybe even thank you.

He wouldn't even realize how much he exactly liked you until Kusuke was in town and decided to poke fun at his brother for having a girlfriend, always third-wheeling you both and sneakily flirting with you (Kusuo almost slammed Kusuke's head into the wall for that).

If his headpiece controllers somehow get pulled out, broken, or lost, he'll steer clear from you. He doesn't want you to get hurt from his powers because he can't control them in that state.

You guys go on coffee jelly dates regularly.

His family loves you. His mom teaches you recipes and cried the first time you met her. His dad asked if Kusuo brainwashed you, but was very welcoming nonetheless (brainwashed or not). Kusuke, as said earlier, loves to use you to mock Kusuo and get a reaction out of him.

The relationship you two have is very comfortable and little pressure.

He doesn't like PDA but he'll hold your hand every once in a while if you're in a big crowd or long line (never in school though, he doesn't need that type of attention).

Saiki Kusuke

He is as obsessed as he is towards trying to win against Kusuo.

You're most likely dumber than him (not in a mean way), he just likes knowing the power imbalance you two have.

He's a moderate level of romantic, giving you flowers and chocolates every once in a while or for a special occasion, but he kicks it up a few notch when he's visiting his family so he can rub it into Kusuo's face that he got a girlfriend before Kusuo could.

He's an evil genius, you might be used as a test subject.

He'll really appreciate and love if you help out with his experiments or theories, even if he's just telling you what to do.

He asked you out by doing a survey.

"On the scale of 0-10, how much do you love me?"

"Uh, 9?"

"Close enough to 10. We're now in a romantic relationship, you cannot resist."

"Okay...?"

While his life goals and motives are questionable, he'll at least make sure that you're safe while committing his chaotic plans.

Sometimes you have to force-feed him sleeping pills so he can finally take a break from his work. Instead of being mad, he's so enamored that you would go so far as to drugging him to make him relax and care for his wellbeing. When he wakes up he'll take the day off and spend time with you.

He likes when you wear his scientist coat.

His parents also love you. His mom cried joy and hugged you when she saw you, and his dad thought that you were brainwashed from one of Kusuke's experiments (Kusuke thought of it when he first met you, but he didn't want your personality to change so he didn't go through with it). Kusuo doesn't care about you, even if Kusuke is mocking Kusuo about not having a girlfriend, all of Kusuo's anger is directed towards Kusuke.

He'll make you a mood necklace so he knows how you're feeling (a real one, not the 1-5 dollar ones you'd find in gift shops). Of course, he can just look at your body language and listen to your tone, but the mood necklace just makes things so easier (and he wanted to make you something sweet).

He has no shame holding your hand or kissing you in public. He'll treat you to expensive restaurants and clothes because he makes a lot of money with his job.

Toritsuka Reita

We all know he's a pervert. The first encounter you guys had he told you your guardian spirit as well as what color panties you wore thanks to the ghosts. After doing a quick check of your panties in the bathroom, you were very impressed instead of being grossed out like the other girls were.

You guys became friends pretty quick. Toritsuka has a very likable and funny personality when he's not being a pervert.

When you guys eventually started dating after Toritsuka's 100th confession, Saiki silently betted how long the relationship would last. It's lasted longer than 24 hours, so he lost.

Toritsuka is over the moon that you agreed on being his girlfriend. You can never be alone now, he's always with you.

He tried doing a small show for you by having the ghosts use his body but the ghosts got too carried away and wouldn't give his body back. After a scolding from you and Kusuo he didn't do it again.

Surprisingly, his perverted tendencies died down with other girls but increased with you. Your reputation in school is rivaling Teruhashi's because you saved every girl from Toritsuka's harassment.

He plans dates with you but he's really clumsy so they always fail somehow.

You thought he insulted you once but he was talking to his guardian spirit, Nendou's dad.

If you help him with his chores at his family's temple, he'll get down on his knees and do anything you want.

He convinces you to join his club, the Occult Club, solely in hopes that you'll cling onto him whenever you get scared (sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't).

Sometimes he gets jealous when you're hanging out with Saiki or Kaido (Kaido took Yumehara from him). You'll have to hit him to quiet his pouting since he's being very hypocritical at the moment.

He may be a pervert, but you love him and his energetic side.

He's golden retriever energy. If you have black cat energy he'll be head over heels for you because of your chill and laid-back personality. He'll still be obsessed with you if you also have golden-retriever energy because you go along with his stupid plans and pranks and actually entertain his dumb questions a real thought-out answer.

Support him and his band. It may be terrible at first, but practice makes perfect.

Kazuichi Soda

Another man who is also obsessed with you. You have to be amazing to break his infatuation from Sonia and instead have it directed it towards you.

If you're an ultimate in the killing game, he's going to be around you 24/7 to make sure you're okay and not dead.

Insists on sleeping in the same cabin so you don't get murdered in your sleep.

He finds flowers on the island and brings them to you with heart eyes.

When someone tries to place blame on you as the killer Kazuichi will defend you tooth and nail, blood and sweat to prove that you're not the blackened. He's surprisingly backed up by mountains of evidence to prove that you were with him the whole time and that you're both not the blackened.

Will defend you against Hiyoko's relentless teasing (bullying).

He'll shield your eyes if you both discover a dead body.

If you knew him before the killing game, he's full-on obsessed about you. He knows all of your hobbies, likes and dislikes, all of it.

He tries to learn more about your ultimate (if you have one) with you.

If you're a normal high school student with no ultimate, he'll probably grow to loving you because of your interest in machines. You often asks him questions to the point he brings you to his shop and teaches you himself how to fix an engine or identify a problem. It's great bonding time.

You'll never have to pay for a mechanic again.

His smile is precious. Please compliment him.

He'll be shopping and end up buying at least ten things because they reminded him of you and he wants to gift them to you.

One of the most loyal men out there. He doesn't know other women exist on the world once he met you.

He loves it when you take off his beanie and wear it, or even better, pet his hair.

Playful love bites are exchanged between the two of you in private.

Help him braid that one piece in his hair. He's in paradise being so close to you while you brush and braid his hair.

He's definitely the guy to buy matching shirts or pajamas.

Fuyuhiko has almost punched Kazuichi multiple times by hearing Kazuichi obsess over you as his brain melts. Whenever Fuyuhiko hears your name now he panics a little inside because he's afraid Kazuichi is around and will start another obsessive rant.

Dazai Osamu

You definitely get frustrated with him a lot. Especially when he tries to kill himself.

If you don't like his suicidal tendencies, he'll tone it down a tiny bit when he's around you.

Dazai's an interesting character because of his obsession with death since he believes it'll help him discover the concept human nature. Once you understand this, distract him with ideas and hobbies that make life worth living.

Read some books to him. Dazai might complain about it at first, but at night he'll listen to the stories and fall asleep dreaming about them instead of death.

In private, he's a little more quiet and worn down. The events at the agency tuckers him out so at night he'll peacefully lay down with you and tell you about his day. Please pet his hair and tell him how much he means to you. He really needs to hear it.

Cook him breakfast, bring him some nice breakfast in bed. Dazai would be so touched at this because you care enough to make sure he's fed that you woke up early to cook for him.

If you're an agent in the agency, he'll always be watching your back. He might be playful and make a bunch of jokes, but he's very serious about you being injured in battle. He knows you can fend for yourself, but he'd rather himself be in bandages than you.

Dazai realized he fell for you when you both were taking a train to a town for your next case. It was dusk outside and you were starting to fall asleep on the window. He swore nothing looked more beautiful than orange on you as your reflection showed two of you, both nodding off to sleep.

Dazai is always excited when he sees you. Injured or not, he'll raise his hands and run to you for a hug, engulfs you in his chest as he goes on about how much he missed you and how mean Kunikida was to him.

He likes PDA. He'll always been seen either holding your hand, waist, or having an arm slung around your shoulder.

When you both have time off he'll take you around town for some window-shopping. It's just nice to be out of the house with you.

If you're out to eat, you should go to a seafood restaurant. He loves crab. He'll order alcohol but you have to put a limit to it so he doesn't try to give himself alcohol poisoning.

Sometimes he has nightmares about Oda, be there to comfort him.

He knows it's hard to date him. You being able to put up with him just makes him fall even more in love with you. He'll never let you go.

"Til death do us part" is no such thing with him. Even after, you both will always be together.

Nagisa Shiota

Reframe from calling him pretty. He very much is pretty, but it brings up bad memories with him and his mom.

He'll very much enjoy it if you gently brush his hair. When he cuts his long hair after graduating from high school, he'll still allow you to brush his hair.

Help him with his notes on Korosensei. It's a fun little hobby of his so he enjoys sharing it with you (and it helps prevent the extinction of the end of the world, or at least that's what class 3-E is under the impression of).

Speaking of class 3-E, however you ended up in the End Class, Nagisa will help you improve on whatever it was that got you there in the first place whether it be grades, delinquent activity, or just sleeping too much in class.

If you dislike English, he'll help you with it since it's his favorite subject. If you're good at science, he'd really appreciate your help because it's his least favorite subject.

Every weekend you and Nagisa meet up and have a coffee date, talking about each other and how to kill Korosensei.

You both train with each other. Nagisa helps you with hand-to-hand combat and you help him with his marksmanship.

After graduation, you and Nagisa end up moving in together. You're very supportive of his decision to become a teacher for delinquents.

He's not very big on PDA, but he will occasionally hold your hand or hug you.

Whatever your dreams are, he's really supportive and helps you to succeeding.

You both like to people-watch and put genuine thoughts in their lives. It's a fun little thing to do and it's very entertaining.

You'll stand up to Karma's and Rio's relentless teasing about Nagisa's androgynous looks, he really appreciates it and thanks you for coming to his defense.

Your door is ways open if he needs to get away from his house and mom. You guys spend a lot of nights sleeping together in the same bed and talking about life.

Karma Akabane

You need to keep him on a leash the way he's always disappearing and starting trouble.

If you're shorter than him, he loves to tease you about your height. If you're taller than him, he'll grab your shirt and pull you down to his height and make a teasing comment.

He likes superhero movies and will watch them with you. You'll have movie marathons on his couch as he explains to you some backstory about the characters, their powers, and etc.

He'll try to have you ditch class with him. Sometimes he succeeds, sometimes he doesn't.

Because he gets into fights often, he has quite a few enemies, so he'll always have a watchful eye on you in case they try to target you.

He invites you to his house often. You guys hang there a lot because his parents are wealthy and traveling a lot.

He might make stupid decisions like getting himself into fights for fun, but he's smart academically and he'll help you study (with a cost, of course).

When you train with Karma, he'll point out your weak spots. He's ruthless when you're training but he just wants you to be prepared in case you're in a sticky situation and have to end up fighting.

He'll convince you to help him do pranks on Korosensei.

Canonly, his most prized possession (other than you) is a collection of spices from around the world. By having this, there's a good chance he's a good cook and will cook food for the both of you (maybe even lunch if he doesn't feel like buying it from the school).

Since he works as a bureaucrat as an adult, his schedule is tough and crowded. On his days off he'll make sure to spend every second of it with you.

Compliment his eyes, it'll get him flustered.

If you retort with your own teasing comment when he decides to mess with you, he'll be slightly impressed and bark back, resulting in a little friendly competition between the two of you.

Sometimes he won't pay attention in class (or ditch entirely) so give him your notes. He'll act like he doesn't need it but he's more grateful than you think.

Thank you for requesting! I really enjoyed making this!

I hoped you enjoyed this fanfic and thank you for your requests and support! Feel free to ask for anything else or any other characters from my masterlist! This applies to everyone reading, follower or not!

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shadesoflsk · 2 months

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Hiiii!!!! I have an idea! Imagine like getting married to leon/going through the whole process of wedding shopping etc with him. Also do you think he would cry at a wedding? I love your works sm you're so talented I hope you have a great day/night! 💗

leon kennedy x gn reader

Anon... You don't know how much I enjoy thinking about Leon getting married and all those sappy things. It's like you read my mind. And thank you so much ueueue. I'm glad you like my works. <3

I feel like Leon would act really calm and collected in front of you. Even cracking some jokes about not having anything planned out for the wedding. But Dear God that is far from the truth.

But first, let’s talk about everything before the whole preparation. Leon would definitely struggle to get the right ring size for you. Acting smooth? Not in his dictionary. At first, he’d try it when both of you are ‘sleeping.’ He once read someone could get the exact size by wrapping a string around his partner’s finger.

He tried.

It was unsuccessful.

You either shifted in your sleep or he couldn’t get the right angle to wrap the thin string.

Ultimately, he just asked you to try some rings, just for funsies… Of course.

Now, after the exhausting task of buying the ring and actually asking you to marry him, he'd be delighted to start organizing the wedding.

At first, he'd try to brush it off by saying that both of you should go with the flow, not to stress over the wedding. But his old-ass would discover Pinterest and a new world was presented for him. His favorite late-night activity would be searching for wedding ideas and he takes his job very seriously.

Glasses and all, he’d hold his cell phone so close to his face for you not to notice him. Poor guy doesn’t know that you can see through the reflection of them. Usually, he’d leave all the decorations to you, even when you two decided to move in together since he lacks creativity. But a wedding involves two people, and that day is just as special for him as it is for you.

Eventually, he understands he doesn’t need to feel bashful. All of his life has been surrounded by destruction and violence, he may as well indulge in the domesticity and the tranquility of finally settling down with someone he loves.

Leon is a foodie, so his favorite appointments are the ones in which both of you have to try the dishes you want to serve at your wedding. Growing up, he didn’t get to eat home meals, and even when he first started the Police Academy most of his meals consisted of takeouts or food he’d prepare himself. So the mere task of devouring those plates for the sake of the wedding was a great excuse.

He wouldn’t wear a suit and you wouldn’t force him either. However, that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t put some effort into how he looks. Part of the wedding planning included a visit to his most trusted barber! He’d definitely shave to look clean in the pictures, but his hair would remain the same.

Leon talks to you and shares his thoughts about the wedding reception. Flashy and showy types of settings aren’t his thing so he suggests going for a beach wedding. The suggestion soon turns into persuasion. He’d show you videos of people getting married on the beautiful Caribbean beaches, or some perfect attires for the beach.

“Oh, it seems that my phone is spying on me or something.” He glances a subtle look at you to see if you’re listening to him. By the tone of his voice, you already know what he is implying.

“Why is that?” And when you finally look at him, you see how his smiles get wider. Of course he got you.

“Because… YouTube won’t stop showing me beach wedding videos. How crazy it is, right?”

So, Leon’s pleas are heard and you decide to go for it. Although, something you both agree on is the fact that it needs to be private, just friends and family.

And yes, he definitely cries at the wedding. One thing he kept from his religious past is the vows, he promises you a future in which he is going to be next to you no matter what. So, in the middle of his speech, his voice would crack, a tiny bit. Clearing his throat he acts like nothing happened but everyone could notice how emotional he is.

Overall, Leon would be delighted to take this next step with you. The last thing he expected in his life was to find love in this messed-up world. And don’t get me started on how Leon would be as a husband because that man is husband material through and through! I’d write a whole essay just for him.

#leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #resident evil #leon kennedy fluff #leon kennedy drabble #— ࣪ ⊹ 💌 ruby's askbox

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forgerfamilyantics · 2 months

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Spy x Family is BACK!! And chapter 95 was, dare I say, INCREDIBLE!! (spoilers below!)

I'm so glad we got a new chapter at last! And this one was absolutely one of my top favorites, especially because it was an Anya and Damian centered chapter, and I'm a huge Damianya shipper ;)

We start off with Becky remembering there's a Gala going on at Eden soon. And of course, she encourages to have Anya ask Damian to dance!

Poor Damian... Anya's cool demeanor when it comes to matters of the heart is no match for him, lol.

We then skip to the day of the gala, and I was absolutely IN LOVE with the way Endo designed everyone's outfits (especially my beautiful Damian in his little suit 🥰)

Anya had a very Cinderella, "belle of the ball" sort of entrance, and she looks gorgeous in her little dress! She's not wearing her hair accessories either, which I found interesting.

We also get this little scene of Martha and Henderson interacting. It seems they know each other pretty well. I wonder if they have any sort of past together?

The announcer says the classes are going to have a little "friendly competition" between them, the prize being able to enjoy the Imperial Scholars' lounge for a day. And of course, Damian gets a little too into it... I love him so much 😭

Poor Anya. Damian's wrath sure is something... but he has a point after an answer like that 😂

And we have a Loid appearance! He's dressed as a waiter again.

As the party goes on, Becky gets a whole crowd of admirers asking to dance with her. And in typical Becky fashion, she turns them down 😂

Through the narration, we find out that the Eden party isn't just a class dance, but a chance to create political bonds with the other students. I wonder just how much of the friendliness between the students is genuine, and how much is fake...

It seems like both Damian and Anya are popular dance partners as well. The bus hijacking seems to have brought them quite a lot of popularity.

And we have some jealous Damian 😏

I loved how Loid acted about Anya at this scene- not just about the snot (lol) but how open he is about having her dance with whoever she wants. He's such a great dad :)

I do have to say though, that snot comment was a little savage 😭

We close off the chapter with Emile and Ewen having all of Damian's prospective dance partners line up to pass a series of tests to prove their worthiness.

And both father and daughter are ready to take them on!

I'm really looking forward to the next chapter. I love Eden Academy centered arcs 😉

Chapter 96 comes out in two weeks, everyone! Stay tuned!

#spy x family #sxf #anya forger #damian desmond #loid forger #becky blackbell #spy x family spoilers #sxf spoilers #spy x family manga #sxf manga #forger family commentary

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yumeka-sxf · 9 months

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Spy x Family Exhibition Pamphlet

I got my copy of the Spy x Family exhibition pamphlet! I wanted to make HD scans of some of the notable pages and try to translate if I can.

First off is this great "Main Character Correlation Chart" (sorry for my amateur editing, all I have is MS Paint!)

I love how Bond has a different "bofu" (woof) for Loid and Yor!

Several of the pages show the creation process of the manga, starting with rough sketches to final drafts, using chapter 1 as an example. There were a lot of pages for this, so I just scanned the ones that showed the end of the chapter.

Probably the most interesting pages of the pamphlet are the early character designs/concept sketches. Most of these have already been shared by @sy-on-boy on her post here, but I thought it'd be cool to have them in HD! Unfortunately, even with higher quality images it's very difficult to decipher Endo's handwriting. I could make out just a few words here and there, and Google Lens is very unreliable when the writing isn't clear.

The first page has early concepts for the Forger family, Loid, Anya, the WISE logo, and the Eden uniform.

Things to note are that "Oscar" was a working name for Loid, as was "Yolanda" for Yor. What's also interesting is that a beta version of Franky is shown along with the Forgers. Unfortunately I can't make out the notes about him, but I think this has significance because of a sketch on the next page...

Most of the next page shows concept designs for Yor, with a section for Bond and Yor's coworkers on the bottom.

However, what's really intriguing is the sketch in the upper right of the whole family, titled 疑似家族 (pseudo family).

Once again, a Franky-looking character is with them, and he has the title "Uncle" (叔父) Was an uncle originally going to be part of the main Forgers? Was he actually related to Loid or Yor, or if that character did eventually become Franky, maybe he would just pretend to be Loid's brother? I can also make out the word "otaku" (オタク) in the notes for this character as well as "enjoying life" (人生を楽しんでる) Also in the notes for beta Yor it looks like 最強 (the best/strongest) and バカ (idiot/dummy) All I can make out for Loid's notes are 孤独 (loneliness) I think? And what's up with the older and more sinister looking Anya? She really looks like Ashe there. But these are all just early concept designs/notes so I wouldn't take them too seriously.

The next page titled "East and West During the Cold War" has concept designs for Franky, Yuri, Fiona (referred to as a female WISE spy), a male WISE spy, Melinda, and various assassins from the cruise arc.

The first interesting thing to point out is the notes next to the very crudely drawn woman at the bottom of Yuri's concept designs. It says "Yuri's girlfriend?"(ユーリの彼女?) though I can't make out clearly what the rest of it says. For the Franky designs, I could make out "tsukkomi or boke". So it looks like at some point Endo was deciding whether to make him more of a tsukkomi (straight man) or boke (wise guy) personality. There's also mention of giving him a high IQ (IQ高い). Also, the fact that the sketches include Melinda and the cruise arc assassins gives the impression that Endo had ideas for these story elements very early on.

But the character relationship chart in the lower left is really intriguing.

I'm not sure how accurate these translations are so take them with a grain of salt, but they do make sense to me. But I have to wonder why Anya and Becky are connected to Desmond. For Becky, it could be because her family has ties to the Desmonds, but why Anya? Could the "mysterious institute/lab" she comes from have ties to Desmond too? Again, these could just be early concepts from ideas that Endo is no longer using, so best not to take them literally. Also, the lack of Shopkeeper/Garden in the character relationship charts, the concept art, and the exhibition overall, really does portray them as a "mysterious organization" that Endo perhaps didn't plan out until later in the series' development and is still trying to figure out. But as far as this sketch, I have to say that despite how terribly crudely drawn all their little heads are, it's easy to identify every character...proof of Endo's top notch character design skills!

Another sketch that stands out is on the same page...

It's a very rough drawing of what appears to be either Loid holding Yor or Yor holding Loid with Anya next to them. But honestly it's such a rough drawing it could be any other parents+child. All I can make out of the text directly above is "My wife is stressed!? At this rate..." And the drawing next to it also appears to be two parents and maybe two children? I also have no clue what the "WJ4C 9/20, etc" at the top means. Very mysterious sketch, lol.

The next page has Eden related concepts, including Becky, Damian, George, and various teachers. The drawings in the bottom section appear to be an alternate/abbreviated version of how the Forgers met.

Pretty funny that an image of Franky is covering what's supposed to be a sketch of Demetrius. The text from Franky says "I can't show you this information yet" which is pretty solid proof that Demetrius will make an appearance in the series eventually. There's also nicknames for Damian and Demetrius in the notes - "Dami" and "Demi."

Some notes on the Eden page says there's 2,000 students in the school, with 13 grades divided into 8 classes/houses. The chart on the left is a list of teacher names and their classes, all of which are given names of colors. None of the teacher names have been used so far in the series.

And all that's on the last page of sketches is a continuation of the previous page with the early concept of how the Forgers started (it honestly looks pretty cute, wish it wasn't just rough sketches). And the following section looks like drafts Endo did for promotional material.

The final pages of the pamphlet are the new extra mission chapter which I already fully translated here.

And that's all I'm going to share for now from the pamphlet! I could spend more time trying to decipher the concept art notes but it was giving me a headache after a while, lol. But if anyone wants to try translating them, go ahead (I have higher quality png files of all the scans if needed...they were too big for Tumblr). And again, these sketches are just trial and error pre-serialization ideas that don't necessarily reflect Endo's final vision for the series, so I wouldn't dwell on them much other than for fun theorizing.

The pamphlet does have other interesting information, including an interview with Endo, a timeline of his work on Spy x Family and other manga, and his notes about random things from the series. So I might return to translating the pamphlet at a later date when I have time/motivation.

#spy x family #spy family #sxf #spyxfamily #loid forger #yor forger #anya forger #bond forger #sxf spoilers #sxf manga #sxf manga spoilers #sxf scans #yuri briar #damian desmond #becky blackbell #fiona frost #franky franklin

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joi-me-hoi-me-noi · 3 months

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Hope your requests work now😁

I would like to request maybe todoroki and reader have a secret relationship and class 1-A thinks there’s something wrong with him so they follow him into a restaurant and they see him and reader kiss.

I’ll leave the rest up to you😁😊

OH MY GOD YESSSS!!! THEY'RE WORKING!! Also, thank you for your help and the request anon. Please enjoy!

TODOROKI x READER - SECRETS

As soon as they saw him 'accidentally' burn his UA outfit on the shoulder, they knew something was wrong. Todoroki would never do something like that.

"Midoriya, ask him what's wrong." Mina pushes the boy toward his friend.

"Hey Shoto, is everything alright? You've been acting strange." Shoto perks up at this and looks at Izuku.

"What do you mean?" Todoroki's leg was bouncing.

As Izuku was about to say something else, Sero tapes his mouth shut and stands next to Izuku.

"Sorry about that." Sero pulls the boy along until Shoto goes back to studying or whatever he was doing to distract himself.

"What the hell was that Izuku?!" You find yourself listening in on the group sitting directly in front of you.

"You told me to ask him." He gets hit over the head by Bakugo and then they continue whispering.

"Let me try." Momo gets up and approaches Todoroki.

"Hey, Todoroki. Do you want to study after class is finished?" He looks up at her.

"Uh, sorry, I can't."

"Why not? You owe me study time you know."

"I'm...I'm going out with family to a dinner. Apparently, I can't miss another one of those. Sorry." His foot is tapping yet again.

You shake your head at the group's antics and continue to focus on your work. The bell rings and you quickly pack your things. A hand slams down on your desk, startling you.

"In a hurry, L/n?" You simply nod and hurry to pack the last of your belongings.

You didn't have to look up to know it was Bakugo. Bakugo quickly snatches the notebook off of your desk and holds it above his head.

"Can I have it back please? I'm really in a hurry." You hold out your hand, waiting for him to give it to you.

"I just noticed how weird you're acting too. You know anything about Icy-Hot?" He moves his eyes to Todoroki then back to you.

"Why are you asking me? We don't even talk to each other." You send him a glare and using your quirk, you grab your notebook from his fingers.

You leave the room and quickly make your way to the dorms to get ready for your date. You look at yourself in the mirror and you know you look fabulous. A ding turns your attention to your phone, a text from Todoroki.

'Check your balcony.'

You simply shake your head while letting a small laugh leave your lips and open the door to your outdoor abode. As you look around, you see an ice slide that he created for you both to escape your dorms. He was at the bottom, giving you a small wave. You wave back and then let yourself glide on the slide.

"Well, you dress up nice. Let's go!" You pull him along as you both run through the woods to get to where you need to be.

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Mina runs into the living room area of the dorms where almost everyone resided and opens the curtains to show them what she saw from her balcony.

"Todoroki left!" Everyone was flabbergasted, he would never.

"What if he's just playing with us." Everyone looks at Kaminari like he just said the stupidest thing in the world.

"He doesn't know how to play people!"

"Damn! Sorry!" Mina was already grabbing her jacket and throwing on her sneakers.

"Where are you going?"

"To spy on Todoroki! Are you guys coming or not?!"

All of sudden, the people who were still awake started to grab their things and put on their shoes.

"Let's go!"

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"I'm so glad we made it to the reservation." You smile at your boyfriend lovingly as he does the same.

It was a beautiful venue, you wondered where he got the money to pay for this. probably from Daddy's wallet The stars twinkled onto the candlelit balcony where you both sat. He scootches his chair a bit to be closer to you as he holds your hand in his.

"You know I really do care about you." Shoto presses a gentle kiss to the back of your hand while looking at you.

"You're just new to this and it's okay, we all have our firsts." Your other hand is placed on top of his.

You kiss his knuckles and smile at him, the stars illuminating both of your eyes. As your hand moves off of his, he brings his hand up to the side of your cheek. You look into his pretty eyes; it was the first time he was initiating something like this.

"Can I kiss you?" You smile and watch as his lips turn into a soft smile.

"Shoto, you want to waste your first kiss on me? Are you sure?" You joke, looking away to the stars before he gently turns your face, so you look at him directly.

"I wouldn't want to kiss anyone else; I'll savor the moment forever."

That makes you smile even more until he starts to lean his head in and closes his eyes. The moment feels different than the cuddles and hugs, it's intense. Your eyes flutter shut as do his as your lips connect into a kiss. One of your hands resting on his shoulder while the other goes through his hair, messing it up slightly. His hand still rests on your cheek while the other is on your waist.

Soon you both pull away, slightly swollen lips and little grins on your faces.

"That was really... good. You sure it's your first time kissing someone?" That makes him let out a light chuckle.

"Yes, I'm sure. I want another." You both lean in again but you look to the right and see Uraraka hovering in the air, snapping pictures of you both.

"WHAT THE FUC-"

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After walking to the perfect spot to watch Todoroki at his 'family dinner', they climb into a high enough tree to see what's happening and if he lied to them.

"Guys, what if it is a family gathering?" Izuku asks, playing with his hands nervously.

"Then we leave, but it's obviously not. He was acting wayyy too nervous about it when we asked." Mina tells Izuku.

The continue to sit in the tree until they see him sit at the table with-

"Oh my god! Is that Y/n?" Sero squints his eyes as well as everyone else.

Momo makes binoculars and holds them up to her eyes, pointing them at the table Todoroki sat at. Her mouth dropped and it was confirmed, he lied and he was going out with you.

"Hey, Ochaco. Wanna do something real quick?" Mina asks with a smile.

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"I can't believe you guys spied on us." Your arms were crossed over your chest while you walked back to UA with the group.

"You both were acting weird, we needed to know what happened to the both of you." Mina stated.

"Well now you know."

As you approach the doors of the dorms, Mr. Aizawa was standing at the entrance.

"Thank you for letting us go out tonight." You and Shoto walk by Aizawa, he gives the both of you a small nod.

"All of you who went out will have early morning training." Everyone groans, watching the two of you walk away free.

"Why don't they get in trouble?"

"They asked."

#fluff #requests are open #mha x reader #mha x reader fluff #mha fluff #todoroki x reader #todoroki fluff #todoroki x reader fluff #shoto todoroki x reader #shoto todoroki x reader fluff #shoto todoroki fluff

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delulu-with-wandanat · 6 months

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ok sooo- reader comes home from school with a pet frog and it causes chaos around the household??? And it jumps in the food that Wanda’s making and jumps on Nats keyboard and makes her send a ton of weird stuff in an email 🤭 but then Wanda and Nat tell the reader that they have to put the frog back outside?

THIS IS SO ADORBSS PLEASE- Ok ok I'm really sorry it took SO long, I just recently have much more free time in my hand. I hope you like it!

Reader Description: 14 Years old, Wandanat's Child <3, gender neutral pronouns.

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff

Summary: Wanda and Natasha's child is an animal lover. They have the tendency to bring home whatever stray they find, today was no different. They brought home a damn frog.

School was typical, you learn stuff, got in one ear and left on the other. Y/n couldn't wait to get back home. As they were walking home from school, they noticed a little pond. In it was an adorable looking frog just chilling on the leaves.

"Hello you!" They approached the frog slowly, careful not to scare it off. Gently, they bent down to offer their hand and the frog immediately jumps on as if it knows they'll be safe with them.

"Imma call you, Julio." They gently hid the frog in their bag, putting it on top of all the books so it doesn't gets squashed.

In the kitchen of the Romanoff-Maximoff household, two women were enjoying each other's company. One of them was baking, the other was typing an email.

DING!

The timer on the oven went on, Wanda bent down to pull out the tray of cookies she was baking. She put it on the counter and suddenly felt a hand encircling her waist. "Is this your way of charming me so I would let you have the first bite?"

"Is it working?" Natasha asked while nuzzling her nose against her wife's neck, Wanda giggled at the action.

"It is, but it's fresh out of the oven. You will have to wait." Wanda said while leaning her body against Natasha's. Her wife whined while resting her chin on Wanda's shoulder.

"Can't I try it now? It smells so good." It was adorable how different the infamous Black Widow is at home with her loved ones.

Wanda rolled her eyes playfully and turned around to face her, "Patience, my love."

Natasha stared at her with a look that could only be describe as pure love, "Alright. For now then can I get a kiss instead?"

Wanda laughs but leans in anyway to sealed their lips. The two women kissed slowly, there was no rush, and it was full of love. Her hand reached up to circle itself around the former spy's shoulder while Natasha's hand pulled her closer by the waist.

The two Avengers had officially retired, Wanda was first to leave the Avengers. Few years later, Natasha followed suit. They both wanted to focus more on raising their family and be there as much for Y/n, their now 14 year old bundle of joy. Natasha she still helps the Avengers a little, honestly it's hard for that woman to just sit back and relax. However she has taken a more of a 'strategic' position you could say, she's mostly working at home and almost never on the field.

Wanda however, opted to leave that superhero life completely. Catching up on everything she had always wishes to do, while also being a full-time mom. Life is perfect for them.

The two pulled away and rested their foreheads together, Natasha started to sway her slowly while humming some tune. "This is nice."

Wanda had a smile on her face as she was gently being held by her wife, she then recognized the tune Natasha was humming. "The song we played at our wedding?"

"Mmmhmm." Natasha pulled back to look at her wife lovingly. Despite them being together for such a long time, Natasha couldn't help but fall in love all over again for the woman in front of her. Natasha leaned in to kiss the slope of Wanda's nose.

"I love you, Natty."

Natasha laughs slightly at the nickname. She remembered all those years ago she almost shipped Wanda to another country just for calling her Nat. "I love you too, so much." Natasha gave her another kiss, "More than I could ever express with words."

She poured all her love into the kiss, the immense feelings she had for this woman. Natasha would go hell and back for her, and Wanda would do the same. If needed, Wanda would destroy the multiverse just for her. They love they shared was something no one could ever match.

"I'm home!!" A voice was heard followed by the sound of their front door closing.

The two woman smiled hearing their bundle of joy home safe. Wanda, the ever so loving mom, was the first to greet them. "Welcome home darling! How was school?" She asked as Y/n entered the kitchen.

"Hi mama!" Y/n said while hugging Wanda, "School was just school." They moved across the kitchen and hugged their other mom, "I got into the softball team though!"

Natasha gave her a kiss on top of their head, "Well done my darling cub! I'm so proud of you."

Y/n sniffed the air and smelled their mother's baking, "MMMMM" their eyes darted quickly to the tray of cookies on the counter. "I want one!" They tried to take one but their mother quickly stood between between Y/n and the cookies with her hand on her hips.

"Nu uh!" Wanda exclaimed, "Did you get the thing I asked you?"

"What thing?" Her child looked at her, confused. Wanda merely raised an eyebrow, "Ohhhhh... Ughhh fine, I'll be right back." They quickly grabbed their wallet from their backpack, leaving it open on the countertop beside Natasha's laptop, and went back out to buy the eggs their mother had requested.

"You know if you need it that badly, I could've gone out and get it for you." Natasha said while leaning against the counter with her infamous smirk.

"And you say I spoil them too much?"

Natasha chuckles and moved to stand beside her wife who was now preparing to chop some onions. "It's almost time to do some groceries shopping anyway, if anything, I'm spoiling my beautiful wife."

"Mmmm, what would I do without you?" Wanda said while giving her a kiss.

"What are we cooking next, Malysh?"

"Well, there's this recipe I've been wanting to try. And-" As the two woman chatter, unbeknownst to them, Julio the frog had popped out of it's prison. Hopping out of the bag, Julio took in its surroundings.

What a weird place?

Decide is not necessarily the right term, but the frog jumped onto Natasha's laptop. Causing the random keys to be pressed, it continued its journey around the surface before it decided to hop across.

Natasha suddenly felt a notification on her phone, she checked it and her eyes narrows in confusion. "What the hell?" She quickly went back to her laptop to check on the email she was writing, "Why did it sent??"

Hearing her wife's frustration, Wanda glanced at Natasha. "What's the matter?"

Natasha cursed under her breath, "I need to check my laptop for virus. It's opening a bunch of weird apps, and sending gibberish emails."

Wanda's face scrunched up in confusion, "I thought SHIELD would provide you with top of the line anti-virus software?"

"Precisely my point, if it's a virus, whoever it is they're up to no good."

While Natasha did her thing, Julio manages to reach Wanda's prepped ingredients. Wanda however was still focused on Natasha, feeling a slight anxiety that someone something might be trying to attack them.

"Find anything?" Wanda asked.

Natasha's eyes was still fixated on the laptop, "No, I can't find any trace leading to them. They're sloppy, but good."

Meanwhile the culprit was still hopping around the kitchen counter, "Well maybe you should call-" Wanda's sentence was cut off with a yelp, hearing her wife's sudden squeal, Natasha glanced in her direction.

"What, what's wrong?"

"Ew! shoo- SHOO!!" Wanda yelled in disgust, "No- NO get away from there!" Natasha was quick to be at her side to asses the situation.

"Honey, what are you-"

"Ge- GET THE FROG!" Natasha quickly saw it and almost burst out laughing.

"Lyubov, It's just a-"

"Tasha, get the damn frog before I make you sleep on the couch!" Wanda said strictly, Natasha quickly obliged, she darted forward but Julio continued to hop around. "Don't let it touch my cookies!"

Natasha manages to pull the trays of cookies away before the tiny frog could jump on it. However despite the tray having some time to cool down, after holding it for a while Natasha's hand started to burn. "Ouch!" She hastily dropped it on the kitchen island.

"Tasha, TASHA!!!" Wanda squealed as she kept an eagle eye on the frog. Watching it continue to hop around like nothing matters.

"Honey, relax I got it." Natasha tried to calm her down and tried to move swiftly to catch the frog. But damn, the fucker was too good. Even for the Black Widow.

It took them a few minutes to finally catch the culprit. It was mostly spent on Wanda pointing and shouting, while Natasha tries to figure out a way to catch the little bastard. Julio was now trapped inside a container box, yet this son of a bitch is just chilling there as if nothing happened.

"What's... going on??" They heard a voice asked, the two mothers glanced at their child who was was standing on the entrance of the kitchen holding a carton of eggs.

Natasha let out a long breath, "We're alright honey, just a little kitchen accident."

Y/n's face quickly twisted into concern, "Are you guys hurt?"

"No, Detka, it's not that. There was a frog."

Y/n snorted, "A frog?" then realization hit them. Y/n quickly moved to check their bag whilst putting down the carton of eggs on the countertop. Surely enough, Julio was gone.

Natasha, knowing her own child, quickly pieced the puzzle. "Detka... Explanation, now." She said while crossing her arms.

"Hehe, Julio caused this little incident?"

"Christ you even gave it a name-" Natasha rubbed her temple, she loved their child. But holyshit, a damn frog?

"Y/n, you can't just keep bringing animals here!" Wanda scolded them.

"But it looked so adorable!"

"Detka..." Natasha sighed, "Put this frog outside please."

"But Momm-"

"No buts!" Natasha said strictly, Y/n begrudgingly approached the trapped Julio. Who is still sitting calmly, slimy bastard. They carefully slipped the cover underneath it to carry the little frog outside.

"And you're going back to the grocery store after this." Wanda said.

"Why didn't you just text me the extra things you needed?"

"I initially didn't need it until your little friend here decided to jump on my food."

Y/n sheepishly smiled, "Hehe, love you mama." They put on an innocent face.

Wanda sighed, she really can't stay mad at them. "I love you too. Now get that frog out."

Y/n walked out to the backyard while mumbling, "This frog has a name..."

Once Y/n was out of earshot, the two mothers stared at one another and laughed softly. Truth to be told they found the whole thing amusing.

"I think it's time we consider getting them a pet to take care of." Natasha said.

"Are you sure they're responsible enough for that?"

Natasha shrugged, "Only one way to find out. Beside, I'd rather have them being too busy taking care of a pet than suddenly bringing home a bunch of cockroach."

Wanda shivers at the mention of that, "I see your point."

They glanced outside the window to see Y/n ever so gently letting the frog out of the container. It seems like they're... talking to it. Wanda wrapped an arm around Natasha's waist and leaned her head on her shoulder. "It's so adorable how gentle they are with it."

"'This 'it' has a name, y'know?" Natasha joked slightly, Wanda pinched her wife's side causing Natasha to jump a little. But they both had a huge smile plastered on their face.

Natasha wraps her arms around Wanda as well, making Wanda nestle to her even more. "I guess a little puppy doesn't sound so bad."

"Mhmmm..." Natasha hummed in agreement. "Or a cat."

Looks like there will be a new addition to the Romanoff-Maximoff family.

Here you go! I hope you liked it, im so sorry it took so long to make :( But I love writing about Wandanat x Child!Reader, it brings me so much comfort!!!!

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zzzzzestforlife · 1 month

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life lately // enjoying myself so hard it's getting dangerous 🤭

in this issue 🔍: brain-rot target language input 🇯🇵🇨🇳🇰🇷 & if icarus was a workaholic 👩‍💻✍️🍝

"language learning" but it's just brain-rot 🧠

🇯🇵 Shogun (9/10) — objectively a really good show, but a lot of death and triggering topics for me personally 🥺

🇯🇵 Spy x Family (5/10) — i can only watch one episode at a time now because the plot is getting increasingly ridiculous, please don't be mad at me if you're a fan 😅

🇨🇳 When I Fly Towards You (6/10) — it's silly, but it's also just what you expect from kids of the characters' ages and at times it does tickle that part of my brain that likes candy (i still like Exclusive Fairytale better though, 对不起张陆让)

🇯🇵 Petrichor 花鋏キョウ (10/10) — my new favorite album!! ☺️ even @pianistbynight likes this one and she usually prefers classical music!

🇰🇷 Seventeen on Shuffle (10/10) — my usual suspects never miss 😌

too close to the sun but finally looking in the mirror ☀️🪞

i gave myself a headache from working too much in poor physical conditions again 😭 i didn't notice until the end of the day because i was on a roll at work and it's rare when that happens, so in a messed up way, i feel it was worth it?? i bought a new chair and rearranged my desk setup a little to be more ergonomic, but that only does so much when i have one good night of sleep a week 🙃

my poor sleep is low-key my own fault though since i write and binge cinema therapy videos late into the night because i love doing those things so much that my brain won't shut up until i do them 😛

in other news, i made my favorite pasta recipe!! 😋 but i burned myself and didn't notice until i started washing the dishes in hot water ♨️ wow, me enjoying myself so much i don't notice i'm hurting myself is a real theme here... 🙈 something to work out in detail in my diary some time 🤔

💌: how's life been treating you lately? 💐

bonus: @pianistbynight tagged me in this fun picrew game (how you look now vs when you were younger) and it made me miss my good eyesight 🥲 everyone, take good care of your eyes by taking lots of outdoor breaks (with UV protection!!) 👀

💞: @shoosiopao @tea-tuesday @tokidokitokyo @ink-stained-clouds @ilonar0 @cravingstudyvalidation @getbreaded @nelyastudies @roxysbbg @cinammon-buns and anyone else who made it to the bottom of this post 😉

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shiro-s2e2-erukinzu · 4 months

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Anime only watchers and people who aren't caught up with the Manga, BEWARE... Cuz I'm about to discuss Spy X Family Mission 92... You have been warned...! 👌

[SPOILERS AHEAD FROM THIS POINT ON]

IT IS FINALLY TIME, Y'ALL...!!! 👏😆

Today's chapter has brought back some previous plot points that I and many others have been thinking about for quite some time now...!! 😌 So let's talk about it on this wonderful Christmas Eve, shall we...? 😉

Today's chapter begins with something that we knew was coming...:

...THE FINALS...!! 😤

Mentioned all the way back in Mission 42, we learned that if Anya does bad on the finals, she will be separated from Becky (and Damian), so it is extremely important for her to do well them...!! 😲 But she isn't the only one worried about the upcoming finals...

Of course Twilight would be stressing out about whether or not Anya will do well on the finals, but because on of certain goofy spy (last seen being already defeated in a tennis match in Mission 32), Twilight can't even cheat on the test for Anya anymore...:

(*Sniff* I'm so glad to see Daybreak again, even it's just flashback...!! 🥹)

But since Anya did quite well in Classical Language (also mentioned in Mission 42), Twilight wants her to work on that subject and believes that she could even get a Stella for it... Then this happened:

HAHAHA!!! 🤣😂 THIS HAD ME CACKLING!!

After Twilight lost all hope for his daughter to well on the finals, Authens show up and invite the Forgers to have some cookies!! 🍪

While at the Authens' place, we get a lot of interesting information about Authens, but the things that peaked my interest the most are that Mr. Authen taught neurology at the University that he used to work at and that him and Mrs. Authen moved back to Berlint to be close to their son and his family...!! 🤔

I don't know if either these things about the Authens will lead to anything, but I'll still be on my guard about them... (Especially about who might be their son...! 🤔)

Moving on, Sigmund starts to help Anya with Classical Language by *GASP* using something that she loves to help her with her studies...!! 😲 (Yes, I know Twilight to tried to teach Anya using Spy Wars before, but... He didn't do it properly [as seen in Short Mission 9, which was also mentioned in today's chapter as well...! 😄]) AND IT ACTUALLY SEEMS TO BE WORKING!!! 😆

And after some more studying, Sigmund congratulates Anya for all of her hard today:

The Forgers prepare to leave the Authens' place and Anya says that she'll keep coming to the Authens place to study (as long as they have cookies...! 😋) But then, Sigmund asks Anya what's her main goal after becoming an Imperial Scholar, and she says...:

AND SIGMUND GIVES HER A HUG FOR THAT ANSWER...!! 💗🥹💗

(I take back being suspicious of him, at least for now...! 😌)

Anya continues her training (I mean studying) with Sigmund until she ends up looking like Solid Snake...!! 👏🤣👏🤣👏🤣

Anya, you so crazy...!! 😂😂😂

After that, Anya heads off to school (with that permanent marker 5 o'clock shadow on her face 🤭) ready to take the finals...!! 😎 And then...:

WE HAVE TO WAIT & FOUND OUT HOW ANYA DID NEXT TIME ON ANYA BALL Z!!! 🌀

And that was Mission 92, a nice little on Christmas Eve that finally brought back things that haven't been brought up in while (like Daybreak...!! 😆) I loved that Anya was actually enjoying studying for once, thanks to Sigmund!! 😊 And to Twilight, I love you, but... THIS👏IS👏HOW👏YOU👏SHOULD👏HAVE👏APPROACHED👏ANYA👏WITH👏HER👏STUDIES!!!👏😤 My guy Twilight really doesn't understand children AT ALL (especially his own...!! 😌)

I truly don't think that the Authens are bad people after this chapter, but I still believe that they (particularly Sigmund) might have a dark past...!! 🤔 As for the mention of the Authens' having a son has got my theory brain a rolling...! 😵 But, my best guess of who their son could be is either he's Anya's biological father or one of the scientists that experimented on her... 👀

Anyway, I think that's all wanna say about this chapter...!! 😊 And if know me tomorrow is my favorite holiday, CHRISTMAS!! 😆 I probably won't be on Tumblr at all tomorrow, so until December 26th or the next Mission... Take care, be safe out there, be kind to one another, & HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYONE!!! 💗😆💗 SEE Y'ALL LATER!! 👋😊

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Jealous | Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: yes

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: Tommy's not too fond of seeing one of his men trying to make a move on the woman he's taken an interest in. (Y/N)'s not too fond of people acting jealous.

Warnings: language, drinking, smoking, possessiveness, jealousy (obviously)

Word Count: 3056

A/N: I had fun writing this one. Hopefully I portrayed his jealously correctly. Enjoy! :)

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The drinks were flowing, the laughs were loud, and everyone seemed to be in good spirits. Why? Well, the Shelby Company Ltd. had just reopened Small Heath's beloved Garrison tavern. It was a proper cause for celebration. And the gang was going to do just that.

(Y/N) was certainly happy to have her place back. A friend of the Shelby family for several years, she spent most of her time in the pub with the brothers as well as Ada. She'd been helping out at the establishment since it'd been passed over to the Shelbys in ownership. Her main job was making sure that Arthur kept the paperwork orderly and completed it correctly. She slid into this role after the original person who'd been helping him, a certain blonde barmaid who (Y/N) didn't even like to say the name of anymore, had been found out as a spy. The Shelbys felt much better knowing that they had a trusted member of the family in the spot now.

When the Garrison got blown up, (Y/N) felt like she no longer had a purpose. She moved over to the betting shop to lend her help there, but it wasn't the same. In the countless hours she'd spent around the Garrison, she'd made many friends with the regulars. She didn't realize how much she enjoyed being in their company until she wasn't.

That's why tonight was special for her. She finally felt like she had her home back. And she was about to make every moment of this grand re-opening party count.

"(Y/N)!" Daniel, one of the Garrison's regulars cheered when she came out from the room behind the bar.

"Daniel! How are you doing?!" she excitedly asked the older man, happy to be seeing a familiar face already.

"I'm dandy, love," he grinned at her, "much better now that this pub's back in business," he added and she nodded, sharing the same sentiment as him at the moment. She happily went about pouring his regular drink, knowing it without even having to ask him. Her normal position wasn't behind the bar, but she often found herself behind the counter when she'd go out and have chats with the patrons. Amongst all of these chats, she'd managed to learn a few customers' orders.

(Y/N) left the bar after handing Daniel his drink, deciding that she should go and play party host. Arthur had pretty much given her free reign; telling her that she could do whatever she pleased since she had been a big help in getting the establishment back to ready form in the time that it did. She made sure to go around to all of the patrons that were celebrating the occasion with the Shelby family.

"Is that (Y/N)?" she heard her name being called from one of the booths situated along the wall. She turned to look in the direction of the voice and immediately found a booth full of men who were part of the Peaky Blinders. Not surprisingly, the voice had belonged to none other than John Shelby.

"It is," (Y/N) answered with a grin as she made her way over to the table. John and his younger brother, Finn, sat on the inside of the booth. Robert and Andrew, two men who worked for the Shelby family, sat on John's side, and Dell, a man who was also a member of the razor gang, was sitting next to Finn. "What are you lot doing over here?" she asked as she came to a stop in front of the booth.

"Celebrating this joyous occasion," Andrew answered, raising his pint up as a cheers. There were a few hollers from the table as the other men held their respective drinks up, their exuberance making (Y/N)'s smile widen.

"You drinking anything?" John asked, leaning over onto the table slightly so that he could get a clearer view of her.

"No, not yet," (Y/N) shook her head, "Arthur told me that I should be making the rounds; greeting the patrons...which shouldn't you be doing that as well, Mr. Shelby?" she emphasized John's surname with a grin.

"The night's still young," John brushed her off, taking another drink from his glass.

"Why don't you sit with us for a bit, huh?" Dell was the next person to speak up, motioning to the empty spot next to him as he spoke.

"Oh I don't know..." (Y/N) trailed off, starting a chorus of 'come on's' and 'why nots?' She listened to them for a few moments before she dropped her straight-faced expression and smiled. "Why not?" she shrugged before she slid into the booth next to Dell.

"Thata girl," Dell grinned as he immediately slung his arm over (Y/N)'s shoulders.

"You know (Y/N)..." John trailed off, pointing towards the woman for added effect, "(Y/N)'s probably the person who's most excited for this place bein' open again," he said, grinning as he finished his statement.

"Oh, John..." (Y/N) trailed off with a sigh, rolling her eyes at the grinning fool.

"No, seriously...she was on our asses about getting the plans finalized and the workers to come," John continued on despite (Y/N) trying to cut him off, "made a right job out of it, she did." Realizing that it was hopeless, (Y/N) shook her head as she tried to stop her cheeks from heating up. So what if she was pushing them to work faster on completing the bar?...this was her happy place, and she didn't like being away from it.

"No need to be actin' all bashful, sweetheart," Dell's low voice came right beside her ear, making her look up to see his grin, "you havin' something you're passionate about is really cute...makes me wanna find something of the sort so that you can be 'on my ass' too," he finished with a wink. (Y/N) wasn't sure how she was supposed to feel. Dell wasn't the most attractive fellow that she knew, but he wasn't hard on the eyes either. She sent him an appreciative smile in response, hoping that he would recognize that she wasn't off-put by his statement.

Before she was able to verbally respond to his comment, another voice entered the conversation from the right of her. "Having a party of your own over here, eh?"

"Course, Mr. Shelby...the party's everywhere here tonight, ain't it?" Dell was the first to respond to his boss, his eyes moving from (Y/N) to the man standing behind her, his grin still apparent.

"It is," Tommy agreed, "but you should be off watching the fucking door, yeah?" his voice held a different tone, one that (Y/N) wasn't used to hearing from him. It was only saved for a few occasions, and all of those said occasions involved her.

"I suppose so, Mr. Shelby," Dell responded back in a deflated tone, all of the confidence leaving him in an instant.

(Y/N) finally turned to look at Tommy then. She watched as his eyes caught hers for a moment before they fleeted away as he shoved his hands into his pockets, his lips pressed into a tight line. She sighed and shook her head at his body language, he was trying to make something clearly obvious here.

"John," he addressed his brother then, his eyebrows raising slightly as he looked in the younger man's direction, "you're an owner of this establishment...start acting like one and not some regular patron," he then gave his orders for everyone around the booth to clear out and go to where they're supposed to be. He stopped Finn as he was moving out of the booth and took the glass of alcohol from him, only shaking his head as a look of disapproval formed on his face.

"Happy with yourself, Tommy?" (Y/N) questioned when it was just the two of them standing at the edge of the booth now.

"Lovely reopening, isn't it?" he deflected her question with one of his own, nodding his head slightly to the side before he took a drink from the glass he'd just confiscated from Finn. (Y/N) only shook her head while glaring at him. Her unhappy expression also went unnoticed by the blue-eyed man. "You look beautiful," he told her then, sending her his signature half-smirk that any other time would make her swoon. Now it only served to make her even more annoyed by his antics.

"I'm going to go and talk with more of the patrons," she stated, not responding to his compliment on her appearance.

"Go on, love," he nodded. She took that as her go-ahead and left his side, doing just as she said she would.

While (Y/N) was close with the Shelby family, she was even closer to Tommy. What started off as a good friendship shifted into a natural state of 'something more' one night after she'd taken a nasty fall while trying to organize things at the tavern. Tommy was there to help with her minor scrapes and provide her pride some much needed comfort. Amidst the comfort came a prolonged look into each other's eyes, which then turned into a flurry of unbridled kissing and roaming hands. They'd yet to put a label on whatever it was they had going. It didn't feel needed at that time.

So (Y/N) went on with chatting to the patrons, but she couldn't shake the feeling of Tommy's eyes on her. She knew that he was watching her as she went about her business. A quick glance over to the bar confirmed it. He was leaning up against the glossy, wooden counter with a cigarette perched between his lips. There was someone talking to him, but he wasn't giving them his full attention. No...(Y/N) always had his full attention.

"How's it going for you tonight, (Y/N)?" the eldest Shelby of the bunch, Arthur, asked as he came up alongside the woman.

"It's going well, Arthur," she responded, her eyes finally leaving Tommy for good. "I've seen a lot of regulars back already," she told him, a smile forming on her face.

"That's good to hear...we're already sucking their money in again," Arthur grinned in response, happy to know that there'd most likely be a quick return to the pace of cash flow that the bar saw before the explosion.

"It seems that we are," (Y/N) nodded along with his statement.

"I'll let you continue on with what you're doing. You're working the crowd in a way I never can, love," Arthur said then, his statement making (Y/N) laugh and shake her head.

"I'm sure you're doing just fine, Arthur," she brushed his praise off, waving her hand for dramatic effect. It was his turn to laugh at her statement, and he shook his head slightly, his lop-sided grin returning before he left her side to go back to the bar's counter.

Another voice called out for (Y/N) before she was able to get too far from the spot she was occupying: "How's your night going, sweetheart?" It was Dell. He approached her from the direction of the main doors to the establishment, a drink in his hand.

"It's going well," (Y/N) responded, a smile on her face. Her smile was different this time around...she knew that someone was watching them as they conversed. "How's yours been?"

"Oh, not as good as yours," he responded, "boss' got me on door duty."

"That's pretty important though," (Y/N) rebutted, trying to find the silver lining in the situation, "you're protecting everyone from potential bad."

Dell grinned at her statement, "you've made me feel important all of a sudden."

"Happy I could help," she responded, keeping the conversation at surface level, even though it was clear that his words had a flirty undertone to them.

"Can I buy you a drink?" Dell tried then, his eyebrows raised as he waited for her response.

"My drinks are free," she politely declined his offer, "one of the perks of being on the inside," she added with a grin.

"Ahh," Dell took the response lightly, his grin still ever present, "and do my drinks come free from knowing you?"

(Y/N) laughed at his question, "if that was the case, we'd be practically handing bottles out."

"Worth a shot?" he asked her, his pride not yet deflated. (Y/N) glanced in Tommy's direction before she responded. She could feel his eyes on her from across the room for the entire duration of her conversation with Dell. The second her eyes met his, he looked away. His lips were pressed together in a thin line, and his jaw was obviously clenched.

"Worth a shot," (Y/N) answered, nodding her head slightly before she glanced at Tommy again. This time, he held her gaze, and he did not look pleased. He then nodded his head slightly in the direction of the back of the room before he pushed himself off of the counter and began walking to where he'd just motioned to. "I've got to continue playing host," (Y/N) addressed Dell again, making up an excuse to leave the conversation, "it was lovely to talk to you, Dell."

"The pleasure’s all mine,” Dell grinned before he took a step away from her, indicating that she was good to leave the conversation.

(Y/N) sucked in a breath and sent one last smile to the man she was just talking with before she glanced over at the archway that led to the back banquet typed room. Tommy wasn’t present in the main bar area anymore, so she guessed that he’d already made his way to where he’d nodded. Bracing herself for the topic that he surely was going to talk about, she made sure that she had her comebacks in order. She had to show him that he couldn’t just push her into doing what he wanted her to just because they were sleeping with each other. Again, there was no label on what they had going on.

All preparations flew out the window the second she stepped through the archway. “Tom...” was all she was able to say as she felt his hands take hold of her cheeks and his lips fall onto hers. He kissed her hard, his teeth clashing against hers as their mouths met. She fought against the desire that was quickly building inside of her and managed to pull away from him. She couldn’t stop the grin that formed on her face though. “What was that for?” she asked, her eyes finding his in the dim light of the room. They were in a spot where they could see out into the bar area, but the patrons were unable to see them as they were shrouded by the darkness of the room.

“Needed to kiss you,” Tommy mumbled against her lips, his hands holding her face dangerously close to his. He went in for another kiss then, and (Y/N) allowed him.

She made sure that it only lasted a few seconds before pulling away again. “Is this about Dell?” she asked another question, her eyebrows raised slightly. Tommy couldn’t even meet her eyes with his own, instead keeping them concentrated on her lips.

“Hmm,” he brushed her question off, leaning in yet again.

Their lips barely touched this time before (Y/N) managed to completely break away from his grasp. Tommy exhaled a grunt of discontent as (Y/N) shook her head with a grin playing on her lips. “It is about him...” she trailed off, crossing her arms over her chest, “you brought me back here to lay your claim on me...didn’t you?” she asked him then, her one eyebrow quirked.

“Maybe,” he answered her in a voice just above a mumble as a guilty smile formed on his face. His eyes still wouldn’t meet hers, and instead he chose to look at the wall slightly to the right of her.

(Y/N) stared at him for a few moments, taking in the finer notes of his fleeting gaze and guilty expression. “You’re jealous, Tommy,” she finally said, a grin forming on her face as she spoke. She felt proud of herself that she’d just called him out on it.

But, of course, he wasn’t going to make it easy on her. “No,” he shook his head, denying her statement almost instantly.

“You are,” she insisted, “I’ve noticed it in your body language, in how you’ve spoken to people while around me...in how you brought me back here, just now, to kiss me. You’re jealous.”

“There’s a difference between being jealous and letting the world know that you’re mine,” Tommy said in response to her accusation.

(Y/N)’s eyebrows raised at his admission. “Oh so I’m yours?” she outright asked him.

“If you want to be,” he left the decision up to her, but how he wanted her to respond was rather obvious.

(Y/N) didn’t respond right away, instead taking a few moments to look at him again. She knew that the tension was building with each second that passed. Knowing that he was waiting intently for her answer made her grin reappear. After a few more moments of silence, she leaned in closer to Tommy again. “Dell’s an innocent kid...” she trailed off, her tone sultry in nature, “he wouldn’t know what to do with me if he got me.” She kept her eyes locked onto his as she spoke, seeing a smirk form on his face out of her peripherals. She had him right where she wanted him. This was made evident by him dropping his hands to hold onto her hips. She searched his eyes for a few seconds, letting the tension build even more before she said her final sentence: “jealousy isn’t a good look on you, Tommy.”

Without letting him respond, she broke out of his grasp on her hips and began taking steps backwards to go into the main bar area. Her grin grew as she took in his dumbfounded expression, and she sent him a wink for extra measure before turning around and walking back to the party.

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Honourable

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x fem!reader

Summary: Anthony gets hurt and you tend to his injury.

Warnings: 18+ smut, minors dni, vaginal sex, slight innocence kink, loss of virginity, proposal, angst, injury.

Word Count: 4.6k

Authors Note: Hey Nonny. Thank you and thanks for your ask. I went with Anthony for this one. I hope you enjoy this and there is enough angst - my muse decided this is the way it wanted to go lol. I am so sorry this is so late. Also as per usual, this is not a 500-word ficlet lol. This got away from me in a BIG way and ended up at over 4.5k eek!! Thank you to @iboopedyournose for all your help wrangling this one. You rock lovely <3

“Lord Bridgerton?” you call out, concerned, as you spy a worrying trail of what looks like blood droplets across the shiny wooden floors of Aubrey Hall.

“Here,” he responds, a little strained. You follow the sound of his voice and the trail which ends in his private bathroom. You probably shouldn't be in this room, but then he did respond to you. You find him at his vanity sink; bloody shirt pulled off one shoulder, an angry-looking gash on his left bicep.

“Oh my god, what happened?” you stutter, unable to take your eyes off the wound.

“It’s just a scratch, don’t worry, Miss y/l/n,” he downplays upon seeing your face, “I’ll be fine.”

“No, no,” your caretaking demeanour kicking in from years of tending to family members, “sit down right now, let me take a look.” You know he is probably physically strong, but you care for him a lot - probably more than you would like to admit to yourself, let alone him - and need to know he is okay.

“Honestly, I'm alright. Just a bandage, and I’ll be good as new,” he attempts to assure, hissing as he removes his shirt somewhat stiltedly.

Elsewhere you can now see he has minor scratches on his hands, neck, torso and the start of a bruise around his ribs. Nothing looks broken, but he looks beaten up, his movements hampered as if his body feels abused.

“Lord Bridgerton, sit down now or so help me….” you threaten, pulling yourself up to your full height and pointing emphatically at a nearby stool.

To your surprise, he obeys, and you draw closer, inspecting the damage. The cut looks quite deep and probably needs a doctor, but you already know he will dismiss that idea out of hand. There is a little dirt and what looks like splinters of wood in the wound.

You gently prod his arm above, checking for tenderness, and he hisses, putting on a brave face. A little more blood oozes, and you know you must get it cleaned up and bandaged as soon as possible.

“I need to get this cleaned up before it gets infected,” you explain, attempting for a calm bedside manner, despite the oily fear you feel in your stomach that he could be in worse shape than you entirely know how to handle.

“It’s not that bad,” he frowns.

“Lord Bridgerton, just let me help you,” you sigh, frustrated.

He purses his lips but finally relents with a short nod. So you cross the room finding supplies - a porcelain bowl that you fill with water, some tweezers and some muslin wash clothes. Finally, you swipe a whisky decanter on a trolley near the big copper bath - that will have to do.

“Is that for me?” he raises an eyebrow, “I wouldn't say no.”

“It's actually to clean the wound, but here,” you remove the stopper and place it in his good hand. “I’m sure it will help with the pain.”

He takes a large swig. “I can't believe you are going to use 25-year-aged single malt to clean a wound,” he grouses.

“Well, deal with it,” you respond sharply, feeling immediately remorseful for being short with him when he's obviously in pain. “What happened?” you ask again with a softer tone, wetting the muslin in the bowl and gently cleaning the blood and dirt from the wound. It seems to have stopped bleeding profusely, which you are grateful for.

He huffs a sigh and closes his eyes as if embarrassed. “I was in dispute with someone, and things got a little ugly. I lost my footing and ended up falling on a broken tree limb, and my left arm took the brunt.”

“A dispute with someone?” you parrot. “Is that a nice way of saying you were in a physical altercation? Because it sounds a lot like it to me,” your mouth a thin line of disapproval.

“I didn't like what they had to say about someone of great importance to me,” he shrugs with his good shoulder, seemingly unwilling to elaborate, taking another sizeable swig of whisky.

“Who?” you inquire, “and hold still.” You grab the tweezers, intent on removing the splinters of wood you can see. You kneel to his side and try not to look anywhere else but the wound. This is the first time you have seen him or any man you are not related to without a shirt. And, despite the gravity of the situation, it's doing some things to your insides you are unsure how to process or ignore.

“Not your concern,” he responds a little terse, flinching as you pull on a shard of wood.

“I said stop moving,” you grouse, grabbing his forearm with some force, forgetting momentarily who you are talking to. You look up suddenly contrite when you realise.

His eyes flash at you. “Yes, Ma’am,” he murmurs in a deep voice that makes the flutter inside your stomach turn into outright war, a somersaulting breathless feeling. You break the intense eye contact and take a deep breath before resuming the task.

He is now silent and still, the only noise your joint breathing. Slowly you remove all the splinters you can see, being careful not to miss any smaller ones. There is a silence in the room that feels both comforting and rippling with potential.

“I think that is the best I can do,” you say quietly, reaching for the whisky and pouring a little onto a clean piece of muslin. “This may sting a little,” you warn.

He hisses as you press the alcohol-soaked fabric against the wound. You do the best you can to sanitise the area. Now it's time to wrap the wound.

“How fond are you of that shirt, my Lord?” you question, eyeing the shirt he removed, crumpled on the floor.

“Why?”

“Because I need something to bandage the wound, and cotton is the best thing,” you clarify, reaching for it, “I can tear this and use the clean right arm to make a bandage.”

“Go ahead,” his voice tinged with bemusement. Then his face morphs into admiration and something darker as you expertly rip the shirt sleeve asunder. “Something tells me you are not the usual lady of good society,” he rumbles.

“I may be a Baron’s daughter, but I grew up mostly on our farm just like my brothers,” you offer by way of explanation.

You begin with looping the fabric around his arm, trying not to let your fingers linger on the toned muscle there. Instead, you try to concentrate on providing enough tautness to bind the wound. Eventually, you tuck the loose end back into the top side.

“There, all done. Ideally, we need a pin to hold this in place, but that should do for now. But beware, it’ll probably scar,” you conclude.

“I care not,” he responds quickly, “the person was more than worthy of my defence.”

“If you’re not going to tell me, I'm sure the person you defended would love to know.” Perhaps it’s a little out of place for you to say so, but you have just assisted him with his wound and think he will likely offer you the latitude of a frank opinion.

“It was you,” he utters on an exhale.

“Me? Why would you need to defend me?” Mostly your response is puzzlement.

“The man was…” he pauses, “casting aspersions on your honour. I could not stand for it,” he speaks fiercely.

You know your mouth has fallen open. He has been injured for you–defending you. You had no idea he felt that deeply for you. Your feelings for him are something you have tried to deny for a long time. It seemed like a pointless endeavour to want him when the attraction always seemed so frivolous between you. Yet here you stand. Tending to the wounds, he got, for you. The chivalry of the act makes you feel grateful and vulnerable and hopeful he returns your affections. It's an exotic cocktail.

“Y.. you defended me in a fight?” your voice is a whisper now. “You got injured because of me?” It’s the only thing you can think to say, even though your thoughts run much deeper.

“As I said,” he intones purposefully, “someone of great importance to me was being disrespected, and I would not stand for it.”

You meet his eye, and everything feels different to your previous somewhat flirtatious encounters. Your skin hums with something akin to when a storm rolls in. Your lips and fingers tingle, your breath feels shallow, and your mouth is dry. The flips in your stomach morph into something more sinful, a tingle that buzzes right between your legs as your gaze drops to his lips.

There's a growl, and your stockinged legs jostle against the wood as he suddenly pulls you bodily against him with his good arm and his lips descend onto yours. You may have secretly kissed a few boys almost innocently, but it was nothing like this. He deepens the kiss, and his tongue snakes into your mouth; you can't help but make little noises. The sensation is so overwhelming. Your hands wind around his neck, one venturing up into his hair, so thick and luscious. The tingle between your legs is no longer just that; something is happening you have never felt before, a slight ache that seems to grow with every second.

Suddenly he pulls away.

“Oh god. I’m so sorry; please forgive me,” he breathes heavily, “I didn’t mean to take advantage…. I’m so sorry,” he repeats. “I just…” he looks lost for words and so wild, his eyes ablaze, his lips wet from your kisses.

“Anthony,” your voice thready, “please, please don’t stop,” you plead.

He presses his forehead against yours, breathing the same air. “You don't know what you're asking for,” he warns, his voice dark.

“I know if my honour is to be ruined, I want you to be the one to do it,” you whisper urgently.

He groans at that. “Don't say these things to me. I will not take advantage. I am a gentleman.”

“And I'm a lady,” you murmur, “and I want you to ruin me,” you assert, knowing you want him to, more than anything.

His lips are back on yours insistently with a growl, cupping your face, drawing you further into him. You kiss back fervently, desperate to communicate just how much you want him.

“I suppose,” he begins, as he breaks the kiss, “you are only ruined if I don't do the honourable thing,” his voice silky and full of a promise that makes your skin shiver.

“Stop…?” you venture, hoping that is the last thing on his mind.

“Ask for your hand,” his tone almost casual, but there is a fire in his eyes.

It steals your breath, “Is that a proposal?” you stutter. Really the last place you expected to be proposed to was on a bathroom floor, but somehow you don't care as it's him, and he is looking at you like that.

“Is that a yes?” his expression is sincere but playful.

He stands suddenly, and with his good arm, he pulls you to your feet. “Come with me,” his whisper is seductive, slipping his hand into yours and backing from the bathroom into his adjoining bedroom.

“I'm not going to bed with you, Anthony Bridgerton,” you insist, “until you propose properly. Informing my family.”

He smirks, and his face lights up as if he has an idea he likes. “Wait there,” he says and walks to his bedside, ringing a bell. Within a few moments, there is a knock on the bedroom door. “Come in,” he calls, looking over at you.

His valet enters the room. “How can I help you, sir?”

“Kindly inform Baron and Baroness y/l/n of my intentions to propose marriage to their daughter,” he says, his gaze burning into yours. “I have been injured, as you can see, so I cannot be there at dinner tonight. But please inform them I had planned to propose at the dinner table. And I’m certain her answer will be….” he stops and looks at you expectantly.

Your heart is hammering in your chest. “Yes,” you whisper.

His smile lights up. “Also, inform everyone I need to rest tonight,” his face turns sinful, his stare still holding yours, “under no circumstances should I be disturbed.”

“Certainly, sir,” he says. “Will that be all?”

“Bring up two plates of the dinner and a bottle of our finest champagne. Just leave it by the door.” Anthony finally looks away from you to nod at his valet. “Thank you, Jenkins.”

Jenkins closes the door behind him. All you can do is stare.

“Is that acceptable to you, y/n? I assume I can call you that now,” he is stalking slowly towards you, his voice like velvet, “seeing as we are soon to be wed.”

“Very acceptable,” you breathe as he pulls up right in front of you, still shirtless; you can smell his skin. You look into his eyes and hold his gaze as you add, “Anthony.”

He makes a noise in the back of his throat, and suddenly you are back in his arms. His kisses are insistent like before. He walks you slowly towards the bed, always his lips on yours.

“Or would you prefer I call you Viscountess already?” he asks, breaking away from your lips to kiss down the column of your neck.

“Anything,” you answer, a little breathless, as you feel the mattress press against the back of your legs.

“How about my love? Or my darling?” he offers, kissing across the top of your shoulder and gently pulling the neckline of your dress aside.

“Yes, all good”, you respond, eager for everything that could follow.

“Hmm, let me think a little more about what I want to call you most, my wife-to-be”, he hums as you feel his warm hands around your upper back, unbuttoning your dress.

“What should I call you?” you ask needily, “should I call you Anthony? My love? My darling?”

“All of them,” he shutters, and you feel a tug, then your dress falls to the floor in a heavy thump. You feel the warmth from his fireplace through your thin cotton chemise as his lips drag against your collarbone.

“Anthony, I….” you begin, suddenly nervous.

“Don't be nervous, my love,” he intuits, his voice soft and seductive against your skin. “I promise this will be pleasant for you.” his hands slide down over your back. “Take this off,” he murmurs, tugging on the chemise.

You do as asked, and he steps back to look at you. Instinctively your hands go to cover your underwear.

He grabs your hands and pulls them away to the sides. “Don't ever hide yourself from me, my love,” he urges, “you have nothing to hide; you look beautiful.”

He spins you around as if on the dancefloor but crowds against your back, kissing your shoulder. You feel his chest hair tickling your shoulder blades as his hands slide down your sides; everywhere he touches feels afire until he reaches your underwear, pulling on the string as they relent and fall to the floor. You are left in just your stockings and stays now.

The warm air swirls around your most intimate place, and your breathing becomes uneven as his hand moves from your hip, spidering across your belly, then questing lower.

Nothing in your twenty-one years on this earth has prepared you for the moment a man - this man, in particular - touches you between your legs. If this is what it's like, no wonder mothers keep their daughters in the dark about what happens between husband and wife. You would scarcely think of anything else. A loud moan escapes your lips.

“Oh darling, I want to hear you make that sound every day,” he utters into your ear. His fingers slowly press into your folds. “You are so wet for me, my love,” he adds with a tremor in his voice.

“What does that mean?” you ask, breathless and slightly out of your depth as he slowly moves his hand back and forth.

“You… you don't know?” he questions raggedly.

“No, I just know I have… duties I must perform for you in the bedroom,” you whisper, feeling almost drunk from what he is doing to you, moving rhythmically against his hand, almost swaying.

“No, no,” he says fiercely, “it is never a duty, my love. Does this,” his finger circles around a very sensitive part of your body, and you cry out at the heady sensation, “feel like a duty to you?” he asks, his tone a little smug.

“No, my lord,” you reply, and he groans into your ear, his finger moving faster.

“Oh god, yes, always call me that in bed”, he urges, his voice gravelly.

You grab onto his forearms to give yourself an anchor and keep pushing yourself against his hand.

“Does it feel good?” he asks silkily, his breath hot on your cheek.

“Yes, my lord,” your legs feel heavy, your breath coming out in pants, his fingers moving so fast against you as you feel yourself climbing an invisible ladder, your skin flushed, your brain switching off.

“Please don't stop,” you stutter as his lips suck on your neck, digging in his teeth a little as you feel ready to explode, a hot, heavy feeling all over. You can only sag against him, your legs spasming too much to stand.

“Yes, yes”, he growls against your neck, “let it go, my love”.

You feel something in you snap, and waves of pleasure pulse through your veins as you call out his name. You feel yourself flood against his hand.

“That's it, perfect,” he moans, pushing his body against you; you feel something warm and insistent against your lower back. He slows his hand and just holds you there as your breath slows, and you shudder gently. “How was that, my darling?” he busses against your cheek.

Words almost fail you. “That was…. wonderful,” you answer, enchanted.

“Good,” he says, “now it's my turn,” he adds a little darkly, one hand crawling up to your stays and plucking on the lace there.

After a few pulls, the material relents and falls away from your body. He spins you around, peels it off your body, and throws it away—his gaze heavy on you.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispers reverentially, moving to give you a deep kiss, his hands cupping your face gently. “Sit down on the bed”, he requests against your lips.

You do as asked, and he drops to his knees in front of you, taking a leg into his hands and sliding off your stocking slowly. One hand traces down your thigh as the other pulls off the material around your foot, and he does the same to your other leg. Now, you are entirely naked.

“Lay back”, he urges, and you shuffle nervously until your head is on a pillow. Looking over at him, he's back to standing next to the bed.

With a sinful smile, he starts to unbutton his trousers. You can't look away, and your hand falls to your breast on instinct, rubbing your finger gently against your nipple as he makes a show for you.

“Are you touching yourself as you watch me undress?” his tone hungry.

“Yes, my lord, is that alright?” you reply, suddenly nervous you may have somehow done the wrong thing.

“It's more than alright,” he stutters and stops his movements, opting to climb onto the bed with one side of his trousers still fastened.

He crawls over you, and your breath speeds up as you feel the warmth radiating off his skin against yours. Then his lips close around your nipple, and the surge of pleasure again makes you cry out his name. You watch as his arm, with the bandage you made, moves down to open his trousers. For some reason, worried about his wounds, you reach down and help him.

He looks up at your face in surprise, then slowly moves his hand away as you give him a little smile and take over.

“Is this alright?” you query again, knowing the answer this time.

“You know it is,” he smirks back at you, watching your face as your gaze falls to where your hand is releasing the last button. Your mouth falls open as you see now the source of insistence you felt against your back.

“What…?” it looks fascinating, tempting and a little intimidating.

“Do you know what this is?” he teases, moving his hand down to grasp himself.

“No…”

“I love how innocent you are,” he groans and squeezes himself. “Here this is my cock,” he grabs the hand you were undoing his trousers with and shows you. The skin is warm and silky, and as he wraps your hand around it, underneath, it's hard and steely. His hand encircles yours, and he moves up and down slowly; you feel every ridge and vein there. “Yes, like that,” he encourages, moving his hand away.

He moans as you continue the movements he demonstrated. You watch as a bead of moisture appears at the top, and without thinking, you swipe your thumb through it. It's tacky and warm; he groans even harder.

“Call me my lord again,” his voice is thready, watching what you are doing to him.

“My lord”, you whisper, your other hand splaying across his chest, burying into the hair.

He looks up at your face, and his expression is wild.

“You are so wonderful at this,” he murmurs, “but I'm going to need you to stop now if you want to take this further.” He brings his hand over yours and slows your movements until he pulls your hand away and kisses it.

“What further?” you query, eager to learn everything he has to teach you.

He slots a knee between yours.

“Open your legs,” he says duskily, “a little more,” he advises, as you push your knees apart.

He shuffles off his trousers, then settles between your legs, lowering himself over you. He is kissing you again, his tongue invading your mouth, teasing yours. As he does so, his hands ghost over your breasts, and you surge against him, chasing sensation.

“Are you ready to become a woman?” he queries, with a dangerous smile, his mouth open over yours.

“Yes, my lord,” you reply throatily, your tongue feeling heavy in your mouth.

“This may hurt a little, my love, but then afterwards, it will feel wonderful, just like when I touched you before,” he counsels as he rubs his cock over the place he touched you, causing your breath to catch and your hips to roll up slightly. “Ready?”

You nod and then feel an insistent press against your body. It feels hot and blunt and too large.

“Relax, my love,” he says, through gritted teeth, “let me in.”

You exhale slowly and feel your body relax, and he sinks further into you. You feel full and like something is pulled tight inside, ready to snap.

“Here, hold my hand,” he offers, and you lace fingers just as he surges forward. You feel a quick sharp pain inside, then just heat and invasion. He stops moving as his body meets yours between your legs.

He holds still as you get used to the sensation. It's so overwhelming, and unlike anything else you have ever experienced.

He brings the hand you are holding to his lips. “Are you ok, my love?” he asks, his voice laced with affectionate concern.

“Yes, my lord, it doesn't hurt anymore,” you affirm.

“That's wonderful,” he exhales, relieved, “I'm going to start moving now, and it should start to feel good soon,” he promises.

You nod, and he pulls back slightly, then surges forward into you. Your breath is a staccato as you catalogue all the sensations in your body: the heat, the pressure, the fullness.

“Wow, my lord, this feels so strange but nice,” your honest assessment makes him huff a gently laugh and kiss your nose, staring into your eyes as he moves slowly in and out of your body.

You glance down between your legs and watch, fascinated as he plunges into your body and pulls out. The sight causes you to tingle slightly between your legs, and you don't want to look away.

“Do you like what you see?” he purrs gently against your cheek, watching you closely.

“Yes,” you gasp.

“Good” he groans, moving an arm to hook under your knee, opening you further.

The change of angle causes a flood of something pleasurable to surge through you as he pushes in and you gasp loudly.

“There it is,” he gloats triumphant, “you feel that, don't you?”

“Yessss,” you hiss and close your eyes, grasping at him, wanting him to go harder, deeper. There is a spot you want him to hit over and over and over.

He speeds up his thrusts and pushes more forcefully as you start to gasp and moan and writhe under him, chasing after an intangible something you feel just beyond your grasp.

“Please don't stop,” you stutter, your hands now clasping his bum and encouraging his plunging movements.

“Look at you, showing me what you need. You are so perfect.”

“Please give me more, my lord,” you implore, chasing a kiss from his lips.

He growls and takes you harder, stronger. The bed makes noises under the assault of his movements.

You are climbing again like before when he touched you, your every breath now a moan. His brow glistening, dropping moisture into your hair. Then suddenly, the feeling snaps tightly, all of your muscles contract, and you scream as waves of pleasure hit you. Closing your eyes, pushing up against him, open-mouthed and panting, the pleasure concentrated most where he keeps hitting deep inside.

You hear him call your name and curse, but it's far away. Then you feel a strange warm bloom inside you as he shudders and collapses on top of you, heavy and breathless.

Your mind is blissfully blank; your body feels floating and tingly. It's such a mind-altering experience you scarcely feel able to do anything but lie back with a smile on your face.

“How do you feel now, my love?” he asks, his voice deep and rough, as he languidly kisses your neck.

“Oh god, Anthony, that was…. that was….” you don't even have the vocabulary to articulate it.

“Wonderful?” he provides, with a warm chuckle, as you feel him gently withdraw from your body.

“Yes,” you laugh lightly in response, “and so much more.”

“Well now, future Viscountess,” he teases, dropping kisses across your collarbone, “what do you say to a little dinner? Perhaps some champagne?”

“That sounds wonderful,” you breathe, pushing your hands through his hair and lightly scratching his scalp, loving the way he groans when you do so.

“How is your arm?” you ask, just remembering his injury and glancing at your makeshift bandage.

“Thanks to you, it is very well,” he assures against your skin.

“You should probably not put more weight on it,” you frown sagely.

“Thank you, my wonderfully attentive nurse,” he teases, surging up gently and capturing your lips.

“Perhaps if we do this again after dinner,” you say coyly, “I can find a way to be on top of you so that you can rest this arm? Is something like that even possible?” you hedge, starting up into his eyes.

“Oh god, yes it is,” his voice gruff, “I will show you exactly what to do.”

“I look forward to it, my lord,” you smile, knowing this is the start of a fantastic adventure.

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