hello hello!! I hope your break was nice, make sure to take care of yourself !! could I request something short and fluffy with Tsubaki from wind breaker and reader? I liked the idea in the fight or flight headcanons of doing their makeup or having them do yours.
it’s past 7pm, the earlier soft rays of sunlight faded now, replaced by the pink light of tsubakino’s lamp that casted over the scattered makeup palettes and brushes on the floor. you sat cross-legged on the fluffy rug, tongue poking out in concentration as you carefully applied a shimmering eyeshadow to his eyelid.
tsubakino sat perfectly still, long hair draped over one shoulder. his eyes were closed, lashes fluttering slightly as you worked.
“you’re so focused,” he piped up teasingly. “it’s cute. most people get nervous doing my makeup. which concerns me, because i don’t even get mad. do i look that way?”
you shook your head, blending the color carefully, “of course you don’t. but even so, most people are scared you’ll judge them. i just want it to look perfect on you.”
he peeked one eye open, sparkling with mischief. “everything looks perfect when you do it. especially when you’re this close~”
“oh you—just sit still.” your cheeks warmed but you didn’t pull away. instead, you leaned in a little more, brushing a stray braid behind his ear before continuing. tsubakino hummed happily, tilting his head to give you better access, completely relaxed under your touch.
when you finally finished and held up the mirror, tsubakino’s eyes widened with genuine delight. he turned his face from side to side, admiring the soft, glowing look you’d created—shimmery lids, subtle blush, and a touch of gloss on his lips.
“ohhh~i love it!” he beamed instantly, pulling you into a warm hug. “you always make me feel so pretty. thank you baby.”
“you’re always pretty. i just get to help show it off.” you reply with a smile.
tsubaki pulled back just enough to press a sweet kiss to your forehead, then your cheek. “you know, i don’t let just anyone do my makeup. only the person i trust most.” he nuzzled his nose against yours.
Hiiii! How are you? I saw your kiryu x reader so my request is that if you can write something like best friends to lovers? Idk i imagine that kiryu parents think that reader is the bad influence for his son because she is extrovert as hell, very open to talk wathever thing it's the topic, has like a lot of tattoos and piercings but kiryu just love his freak friend (? They share and talk about everything
# 𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄, m. kiryu
𑣲⋆ !! · according to kiryu’s parents, you’re a terrible influence. according to kiryu, you’re his favorite person. fem! reader.
a/n. hiii im doing alright! struggling w insomnia but all fine!! i hope this is to your liking anon 💔
“this shit was crazy expensive i tell you.”
the afternoon sun filtered through the half-drawn blinds of kiryu’s bedroom, soft stripes of light across the floor. you were sprawled on his bed without shame, legs kicked up against the wall to show off the new tattoo you’d just gotten on your ankle.
kiryu’s green eyes widened a little in surprise as he looked at the newest mark tatted on your skin, calmly sorting through a stack of fashion magazines, but gave that gentle, amused smile he always wore when you were around.
“you’re going to get me in trouble again,” he said lightly, not sounding the least bit bothered. “mom saw the new piercing on your lip when you came over earlier. she gave me that look.”
with a grin, you rolled over onto your stomach to face him. “your mom thinks i’m a bad influence. it’s hilarious. i’m literally just existing.”
kiryu chuckled, closing the magazine and turning his chair to face you fully. “she thinks anyone with more than two piercings is a bad influence. you just happen to have…a lot more than two.”
he wasn’t wrong. your arms were a canvas of colorful tattoos, your ears and face decorated with silver hoops and studs, and your personality was as loud and open as your style. you said whatever was on your mind and dragged kiryu into every chaotic adventure you could think of. to most people, you were the definition of “trouble.”
but to mitsuki himself, you were home.
the both of you have been best friends since middle school— the loud extrovert and the calm boy who somehow balanced each other perfectly. you told him everything. he listened to every word. he never judged your wild energy. just like you never tried to dim his quiet kindness.
though lately, he seemed a little..different. at first, you didn’t really pay attention to the way he looked at you when you laughed. or his staring when you were focused on something. nothing creepy, it felt like interest. or content by simply watching you without needing to fill the silence with words. the way his hand lingered on your back when he guided you through crowds. and his smiles—sweet, secretly only for you—when you ranted about your latest tattoo idea.
tonight, that shift felt impossible to ignore as much. but you weren’t going to make things awkward. you sat up, crossing your legs on his bed. “your parents really don’t like me, huh?”
mitsuki’s expression softened. he stood up and walked over, sitting on the edge of the bed beside you. “they don’t understand you. they focus on the tattoos and piercings and the way you talk about whatever’s on your mind without filter..they assume the worst. but i don’t.”
reaching out, he gently started to trace one of the tattoos on your forearm with his fingertip—a small, innocent touch that strangely made your heart skip a beat.
“i like that you’re loud when the world is quiet,” he murmured, eyes locked on the smooth ink wrapped around your skin. “i like that you say what you think. i like that you drag me out of my comfort zone and make me feel alive.”
finally looking up at you, he said the thing that’s been sitting in his chest for too long.
“i like you. all of you. the ‘bad influence’ parts included.”
“wait,” your breath caught. “you mean it?” guess that explains the flutters in your heart that’ve been happening far more lately than usual. years pretending how you felt whenever he looked at you was just friendship. that exact way he was looking at you now—genuine sincerity—made it impossible to keep doing so.
“mitsuki…” you trailed off, but his teasing smile made your knees weak. “i’ve been thinking about this for a while. us. about how i don’t want to keep pretending that what i feel for you is just friendship.” he admitted as he took your hand, lacing your fingers together without hesitation. “i want more. i want to hold your hand in public without worrying what my parents will say. i want to be with you.”
“you’re serious?”
“very.”
noticing how you were still oddly shy for once, kiryu leaned in to press a lingering kiss to your forehead as reassurance. “you’re not a bad influence. you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
that brought out a laugh from you, shoulders relaxing. “guess i’ll have to keep being a bad influence then,” you teased, pulling him into a hug. kiryu wrapped his arms around you, his body warmth and cologne flooding your senses. the sound was warm and fond as he chuckled at your response.
“please do. i wouldn’t want you any other way.”
outside, the world might keep seeing you as trouble and him as the perfect, gentle boy. but in this room, with his arms around you, none of that mattered.
you were exactly who you were meant to be, together.
Hi! If you write for wind breaker can you write something fluff about Tsubakino x reader? Like childhood friends to lovers
under the same tree — t. tsubakino
synopsis. you thought confessing would risk everything. instead, it gives you everything you’ve ever wanted.
behind the old elementary school you used to attend, the playground looked the same as it did over ten years ago—now rusted swings creaking in the breeze, faded chalk drawings still faintly visible on the cracked concrete, and the big cherry blossom tree was still pretty healthy, in the corner that witnessed every important moment of your childhood. however, there was one difference; your best friend, tsubakino, who’s currently leaned against that same tree, hands clasped together as he watched you with that familiar playful smile.
“you still come here when you’re stressed, huh?” he teased immediately. “some things never change.”
you couldn’t hide a smile despite rolling your eyes at him as you walked over. “says the guy who still brushes his hair the same way he was taught at seven.”
tasuku laughed softly, reaching up to run his fingers through his hair, which slid down smoothly. “perfection takes practice, darling. you should know that by now.”
you’ve known tsubakino since you were both small, back when he was the quiet kid who tried to fit in but ended up embracing his unique love of makeup and femininity. you were the one who defended him from anyone who dared make fun of him. in your eyes, he’s always been beautiful, even then, with his bright eyes and gentle confidence.
so you had always been there, right beside him, through scraped knees, first crushes, and the awkward years when the world tried to tell him he was “too much”. somewhere along the way, the line between best friends and a different kind of feeling began blurring so slowly neither of you noticed until it was too late.
tsubakino pushed off the tree to step closer toward you, soft features changing into something gentler as he studied your face. “you’ve been quiet lately,” he murmured. “everything okay?”
you looked up at him—at the person who’s been your constant through everything—feeling your heart do that familiar, terrifying flip it always did around him.
his eyebrows rose slightly in surprise. also in worry—he hopes it isn’t anything bad, after all. “oh? should i be worried? are you finally admitting that my fashion sense is superior?” he tried to play off with a joke.
“...i’ve been thinking,” you start off, hesitant. “about us.”
you laughed, but it came out a little shaky. “what? no. i mean… yes, your fashion sense is superior. but that’s not what i meant.”
gathering courage, you go straight to the point.
“i love you, tasuku.”
hearing his startled gasp and face erupting in red like his lipstick, you just end up rambling through nerves without stopping. “i’ve—been in love with you for years, actually. i think i’ve always been..since we were kids sharing mochi under this tree. and well, i was just too scared to say anything because i didn’t want to lose what we already had..”
tsubakino went still. and for once, you genuinely believe you ruined your friendship for good. your own face burns in shame as you quickly try to backpedal. shit. “are you..okay? oh gosh, do you hate me now? tsubaki, i’m so sorry you don’t have to rep—”
“you…” the male let out a soft, breathless laugh, a sound that instantly betrayed your heart with butterflies fluttering around.
“you really know how to catch me off guard, don’t you?”
“i’ve loved you for just as long,” he admitted, almost shy. “i used to sit here wondering if you’d ever look at me the way i looked at you. i thought…maybe i was too much. too loud, too everything. but you never made me feel that way. you always accepted me, regardless.”
“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to confess it slipped before—oh.” tasuku reached out and gently took your hands in his, thumbs brushing over your knuckles as he gazed into your eyes with open tenderness.
your laugh came out watery from relief and joy, wrapping your arms around his neck as you let him tug you against him, holding you like a dream he never thought was possible, with years of waiting to do exactly this.
resting his forehead against yours, his hair wrapped such as a curtain around both of you. “so yes. i’ve been yours since we were kids buying candy from the corner store. and i’d really, really like to keep being yours. properly this time.”
the cherry blossom tree watched over you both, the same way it always had years ago—silent witness to the moment two childhood friends became something more.
you smiled, burying your face in his shoulder, breathing in the familiar scent of his shampoo and the faint sweetness of his perfume.
tasuku pressed a gentle kiss to your temple, then another to your cheek. “i love you,” he murmured lovingly against your skin as another kiss was pressed to your hands. “have for a long time. and i’m never letting you go now.”
he laughed brightly, pulling you even closer as the evening breeze rustled the cherry blossoms above you both.
“i love you too,” you whispered back. “finally, took you long enough.”
some love stories started with fireworks.
yours started with shared snacks and makeup. which in the end, blossomed into something beautiful under the same old tree that had always known you two belonged together.
since u write for wbk could i request something fluffy pls? I'll leave it here in case you like the idea, no pressure ofc
how do u think the wbk boys would propose to their partner? obviously the characters you add are totally ur choice! though just in case, I'm partial to sakura and togame >_<
𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐌𝐄?
✧ when forever is already a certainty in their hearts, all that’s left is finding the right moment to ask. or, how does he propose? ft. haruka sakura, jo togame, hajime umemiya, hayato suo, ren kaji! ❤︎ a/n. this is so crappy that break i took got me feelin rusty now 🥀
under the fading sunset in the empty lot where he first dragged you after a quick brawl against a rival gang to “settle something,” sakura stood in front of you with fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. the poor guy was shaking, flaming ears the same red shade as his cheeks before he could open his mouth. he kept shifting his weight as if debating whether or not to bolt at any second, usual scowl deeper than normal as he glared at the ground instead of you, grumbling curses under his breath about how stupid this was and how he was probably going to mess it up anyway because that’s what he did with everything important.
“listen up!” sakura finally burst out, too loud for how nervous he clearly was, forcing himself to meet your eyes. “i’ve been thinking about this for way too long and it’s annoying as hell, but i don’t want this to just be some casual thing anymore.” he rubbed the back of his neck aggressively, shoving a simple silver ring toward you with a trembling hand. “you’re always there, making me stronger even when i’m being a stubborn ass about it. i...never thought i’d care about someone this much, but you… you make me want to be better. not just for me, but for you. so just—shut up and marry me already, okay?! i’m not good at this romantic crap, but i know i don’t want anyone else. ever.”
when you kissed his cheek and accepted, sakura, albeit beyond flustered, shakily slid the piece of jewelry onto your ring finger, swearing with his life to protect you forever.
the empty riverbank at night has become one of your favorite spots, the same place togame took you after a long day of duties where he could finally drop the laid-back captain act and just be himself, watching the water flow steadily with you tucked against his side, shoulders relaxing at the peace. but there was a quiet intensity in his eyes that told you this wasn’t simply another casual evening together. “you know…i’ve never been one to rush things,” he murmured suddenly, voice low and warm like honey, turning to face you fully with that easy smile that hid how deeply he felt everything. “but with you, everything feels different.” togame reached out and gently took your hand in both of his. and in his eyes, holding something precious. he slowly pulled out an elegant ring from his pocket, holding it between calloused fingers while keeping your gaze. “[y/n]…marry me. let’s build something real together. i’m not going anywhere, and i don’t want you to either.” jo’s voice remained soft and unhurried, waiting for your answer with his heart laid bare just for you beneath the moon.
“and this one—” your very much excited boyfriend pointed to a pot that barely had a little sprout grown. “—is the one we’ll both take care of like our own!”
the rooftop garden on top of furin high was bathed in soft golden light of late afternoon, the same place where hajime planned most of your picnics countless times (also to tend to his precious plants) and talk about everything and nothing. he stood among the blooming flowers he nurtured with his own hands, dirt still smudged on his cheek—though suddenly looking a tad nervous by how his eyes darted around, brows creased. his never fading bright energy was still there, but it was mixed with a shy determination that made your heart flutter as he gave you that wide, sincere smile that always felt like sunshine. “hey…i’ve been thinking about this for a while now,” he started, fingers shaking slightly as the black box was pulled out of his pocket, resting on his palm, awaiting. “you’ve been by my side through everything. and you make me want to be better, not just as a leader, but as a person. you make this place feel like more home than it is already.” a soft chuckle left hajime’s lips despite having obvious pink cheeks now. he stepped closer, gently taking your hand in his own, eyes shining with pure, earnest love. “so...will you marry me? i want to keep building this future with you. i want to plant a garden with you, protect this town with you, and wake up every day knowing you’re mine. no pressure, but…i really, really hope you say yes.” hajime admitted, doing a poor job of hiding how secretly eager he actually was. his smile widened, boyish and hopeful, as he slipped the ring onto your finger, the sunset painting everything in warmth around the boy who loved his town fiercely and somehow fallen even harder for you.
the teahouse garden was lovely at this late hour. it’s something you’ll have to ask suo one day; how does he manage to find such captivating places? today, he brought you for a peaceful walk at said place, where every corner and wall was soaked in the gentle glow of lanterns as dusk settled in, a quiet serene spot he favored when he wanted to escape the noise of the world and just be with you. suo sat across from you at the low table, smiling calmly as a rare softness lit up in his eyes tonight while he poured a cup of tea for you first before serving himself. “you know,” he began softly, voice warm and smooth like the tea itself, setting the teapot down carefully and reaching for your hand after. “i’ve always believed in taking things at their own pace. but with you…everything feels different. you see through my composure so easily, yet you never push. you simply stay.” suo then turned his other hand palm up, revealing a velvet box that was already open, with a delicate ring inside that caught the lantern light beautifully. “i don’t want this to be just another chapter in our story. i want it to be the beginning of something we choose together. what do you say, love?” he let go of your hand briefly to slip the ring onto your finger. “marry me. allow me to spend the rest of my days protecting that smile of yours, and loving you in all the ways you deserve.” suo smiled softly, sealing his vow in the most proper way he knew how—bringing your hand to his lips for the sweetest kiss poured with every ounce of his love.
the city lights flickered below like distant stars at the rooftop of an old building kaji led you to. the male stood leaning against the railing, headphones around his neck for once instead of over his ears, a lollipop stick poking out from the corner of his mouth as he chewed on it a little harder than usual. you, beside him, only stole a few glances but didn’t say anything to interrupt this bubble of peace. however, you couldn’t help but be curious—what could he be thinking? as for kaji, his mind was a mess. he wasn’t one for big speeches or dramatic moments—never had been. words were annoying, most of the time meaningless and usually got in the way. but tonight, after weeks of turning the idea over in his head like a song he couldn’t get out of his mind, he’d finally dragged you up here without explanation, hands shoved deep in his pockets, shoulders tense under his furin jacket. he glanced at you sideways, cheeks faintly red even in the dim light, before hastily pulling out a simple silver ring from his pocket, showing it to you casually (he’s not). “i’m not good with words,” he warned in a mumble. though if he wanted to do this right, he had to talk. “been thinking about this for a while,” the lollipop shifted as he spoke. “don’t need some big fancy thing.” he finally popped it out of his mouth, gaze averting from yours as his ears reddened further. “just…you. by my side. for good.” kaji held the ring out as he added, “so marry me already. i’ll protect you. always. even if i’m being an ass about it.” once you said yes, he didn’t waste time sliding the ring carefully, then tugged you against his chest to hide his flushed face in your hair as he mumbled, “good. ‘cause i wasn’t planning on letting you go anyway.”
woah new theme i luv🥹 IS HE FEOM GENSIHN I NEVA PLAYED IT BEFOREE IS JT GOOD
KAIAKAIAA YES he’s from genshin hnnnghhh IM
wellllllll now i have mixed opinions abt genshin icl. it’s a good game, yeah, but what is a pain in the ass is THE DOWNLOADING. OMFG WHY DOES IT TAKE SO LONG. second, too many quests. and grinding materials for the characters. and archon quests which are like the main ones u need to complete in order to move to another region (well, tbf you CAN go to other regions and already have like waypoints - which are whatchamacallits where u can teleport, but it takes a longgg time) which contain a lot of yapping, battles, side quests and then a final boss LOLOL and i think genshin has become WORSE for newer players because now that the 6th, idk if the 7th and final region is out but you’ll basically have to do EVERYTHING from scratch..
to put it simply you’ll get bored and lose motivation LMAOO
so random but i went on the unsent project and put my name and all i can say is wtf did all these cynthias do to have these people apologizing and leaving them yearning n shi 💔 (i doubt any of em are for me specifically LMAO)
KINICH THEME. KINICH SPOTTED SO PEAK I LOVE WHAT U DID WITH THE HEADER ITS SO GOOD WHATT ALL THE COLORS SO PRETTY THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL 🥹🥹
bABYYYYYYYY WE SHOULD TALK MORE IMY ☹️☹️☹️ is it wrong if i say i changed my theme so u would notice 😿😿😿🥀
THANKYOU ML IM SO GIDDY CUZ U SENT THIS and now i need you...
although i appreciate the sentiment, never forget thine own beauty is far most superior than that of aphrodite, my dearest. 🌹 alas, one can hopeth to lie beneath thine own hands to reach divinely felt rest.
whoae i meant to post this a few days ago but here we are lol
HOLY SNAPPING BURNING APOCALYPSE TURTLES WHAT 😭😭😭 HELLO????? omfg tysmsmsmsmsmsm MWAH ALL THE KISSES FOR YOU ALL, PRAYIN UR PILLOWS ARE COLD ON BOTH SIDES and cortisol is low 12/7 ✌️
honestly idk what to say i also dk why i waited this long to even post a thank you when im close to 2k now than 1k LMFAOOOAOO
thank you. thank you a lot like. ????????? i genuinely just thought id have a small number of followers n a few friends if i was lucky, not THIS.
i love u guys sm it truly means a lot 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶 THANK YOU !!!
haii, im sorry to ruin your break by requesting but i just couldnt help it 😭😭 would you write teru x reader where the reader is a powerful exorcist just like teru? theyre both engaged since of clan deals by the way... if you accept this ill be more than grateful!
BOUND BY TRADITION ⌖ teru minamoto
bathed in the soft glow of lanterns, the minamoto estate garden seemed almost ethereal; the light reflecting off its koi pond like scattered stars. it was a rare quiet evening. no abrupt emergencies or urgent exorcisms. just you and your fiancé soaking in a private moment under the dark sky, bound by centuries of tradition and clan politics.
teru stood at the edge of the wooden engawa, posture slightly slouched in relaxation. his blond hair caught the lantern light, and that trademark princely smile played on his lips as he watched you.
you, his soon-to-be spouse, and his match in every way that mattered—powerful enough to stand beside him without hesitation. your engagement’s been arranged when you were both children, a strategic alliance between two of the most influential exorcist families. duty before desire. tradition above all.
and yet, here you were.
“you handled that ayakashi swarm earlier today with impressive skill,” teru pipes up suddenly, turning to face you. “i don’t think i’ve seen anyone seal three mid-tier spirits that cleanly in one go.”
you shrugged, leaning against the wooden pillar beside him. “you weren’t so bad yourself. that barrier you put up saved half the block.”
he chuckled softly, the sound rich and charming. “flattery from you? i should mark this day on the calendar.”
there was always this careful dance between you—polite, respectful, laced with the subtle tension of two people who had been told their entire lives that they belonged together, but deprived of the chance to choose it.
teru stepped closer, his hand brushing lightly against yours on the railing. “you know…sometimes i wonder what it would have been like if we had met differently. without the weight of ‘duty’ hanging over us.”
you looked up at him, heart clenching a little. “would it have changed anything?” you ask quietly, tearing your gaze away from his.
“...perhaps not,” he admitted. “because even without the arrangement, i think i would have noticed you. your strength. the way you carry yourself like you don’t need anyone…and yet you still choose to stand beside me.”
teru reached out, lightly threading his fingers through yours to clasp in a gentle hold. “i know this engagement started as a political move,” he continued, almost hesitant. “though that doesn’t mean my feelings have to remain political.”
your breath caught at his basically-in-his-own-way confession. this was the teru very few people ever saw—the one who let the perfect mask slip just enough to show the boy underneath.
he leaned in slowly, giving you time to pull away. when you didn’t, he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, then another to your temple, each one soft and underlying with something special. fondness, maybe. a kind of gentle intimacy that has yet to bloom between you.
you closed your eyes, letting yourself lean into him as teru wrapped his arms around you, holding you close against his warmth. “we don’t have to figure everything out tonight.” he murmured while resting his chin rested on top of your head. “but know this—i’m not marrying you because i have to. i’m marrying you because i want to.”
the lanterns flickered softly around you, casting warm light over the two most powerful young exorcists of your generation.
bound by tradition.
but it’s slowly starting to seem, now, choosing to stay through choice.
