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[verysunnyscheme]

Eternal Sugar Cookie ♡ Headcanons;

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Notes: Just my opinion of her as either a lover or someone more platonic-based, keep in mind that this is pre-written, and also written just before before the release of beast yeast episode 10. Forgive me if she seems ooc or if there are any mistakes, English is not my first language.

- She's very manipulative, things could get personal or love-sickenly violent.

- Blood warning (strawberry jam) mentions of injury.

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♡ Generally speaking, Eternal Sugar Cookie would be very soft spoken, yet careful in what she says. She seems like the type to pour sweetness and sugar, in the form of words, straight down your throat. An act that will generally have a very working effect on you.

♡ Just take a look around her paradise, can't you see all the other cookies relaxing, all the bright colours and the warm, cloudy atmosphere? Everything here is just perfect to rest and relax in, that's what Eternal Sugar Cookie thinks and that's what you'll think as well.

♡ She helps you relax, helps you rid of all your worries. None of that matters here, and it will not matter, ever again. Why should it matter when you're all safe and worry-free in her paradise? Nothing will get you here, and in return you will never leave.

♡ It starts off small. She refuses to let you wander off to far, she is very convincing, convincing you with her honey-tipped words that you'll be better off staying her, with her. Eternal Sugar Cookie would do everything in her power to keep you here.

♡ You want to explore? Well why not explore what's already here, in her paradise? Beast-Yeast is a scary place after all! No one wants to see you injured, no one wants to see cracks or holes in your tender dough.

♡ Eternal Sugar Cookie would lovingly remind you that other poor cookies at her paradise would have to come an patch you up.. you wouldn't want to be a burden, wouldn't you? She'd remind you that you'd need to calm down, and just.. take things easy. There are many other cookies here you can talk to after all.

♡ She smiles, watching as her honeyed words and soothing voice helps you adjust. It gets through to you. Her eyes haven't left you, not because she's looking our for you, but because she doesn't trust you.

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"I can tell that your mind is clouded..~, that you are troubled..~"

She says, a sickenly sweet smile on her face. She speaks in such a sing-songy way, it just manages tickles your dough in all the right ways. You felt sleepy just listening to her talk, your dough just wanted to lay down and relax.

"Hehe, just relax..~, relay all your troubles onto me..~"

You didn't want to, but, your mouth just started moving all on its own. She listened, her eyes lighting up- giggling at your troubles.

They were so mundane.

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♡ She can tell you're planning something, to leave. Did you want to leave? Did you really want to leave? To leave her sweet-scented, paradise? Her calming, pest-free paradise? Oh, no no no. Eternal Sugar Cookie simply smiles, its not like you'll get far anyway.

♡ She places a sweet scent on you, under the guise of sending you off, like you're going off on a journey away. Eternal Sugar Cookie hugs you, a warm embrace that makes you think if you're doing the right thing. Leaving her, and this paradise.

♡ On the way out of the paradise, the monsters of Beast-Yeast catch up to you, the sweet scent on you was just something they couldn't ignore. You were attacked, the smell of sweetness and strawberry jam mixing in together, creating a powerful bait for more monsters. You felt as if all hope was lost, you're frail doughy body had many cracks, holes, it looked fatal.

♡ Once you awaken, you're in the paradise, the smells and the sights make you happy, you're safe after all, from those terrible monsters. Your eyes land on Eternal Sugar Cookie, she looks as if she's worried, but something just doesn't seem right.

♡ She listens to your story, of being attacked and beaten by those Beast-Yeast monsters, she frowns, telling you how lucky you are that she found you. That she saved you.

♡ She tells you that there is no point on heading out now, you're hurt and the monsters are dangerous. It's best if you'd stay here for now. It gives her more time to persuade you to stay- permanently.

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- She'd keep an eye on you, after this incident, she was more confident that you'd stay. She only had good intentions, so surely you'd understand why you'll need to stay.

- She's fine with the idea of you being around other members of her paradise. The more you're with people she's converted helped, the more you'll begin to see just how happy cookies are here.

- Eternal Sugar Cookie would make sure you saw her in the best light. She was your savior, and in return, you would stay here, as your thanks to her.

- If she was wanting you as her lover, she would be around you more. I can see her being pretty jealous of other cookies in secret. She's also much more affectionate than if it was platonic.

- I can see her wanting to follow you around, watching your every move just so she could study what you like and don't like. Eternal Sugar Cookie loves you. So you should love her back.

- It will only take a matter of time, and patience.

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Notes; I think that this was a decent first post. But I'm not sure what type of writing most people would prefer. I'm happy with writing headcanons or short stories, so I wanted to do a little mix of them both.

I also am curious if people would like fluffy or yandere themed posts? I'm not sure. Anyway..

Let me know what you'd prefer, and if you have any requests. ☆

[spinstertheuncommon]

Gothams Sewist- Those aren't yours | Bruce Wayne x Reader

Masterlist

Reader & B are 32 and Jason is 12.

Was going to post a different story before this one but Tumblr decided to cannibalize my drafts so I lost most of the other one lol. (Yes I write everything in Tumblr, no I will not stop)

I never want children but I adore the baby Robins they are my children I love writing them ♡

Cw: mentions of Jason's parent/home life (drunken mum and criminal dad), mostly parental/paternal fluff.

reminder that the cannon of my fics are very susceptible to head cannons and ooc <3

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When Bruce met Jason, you were already well aware of who he is. Known to mend any item belonging to the kids and families who lived at the lowest rung of the ladder, you were familiar to Jason.

So when you watched the scrawny kid slink into the alleyway where you know the Batmobile was parked, you couldn’t help but go investigate.

“Jason Peter, what are you doing?” You lean against the brick. Scolding isn’t your strong suit, so you relied on the blank faced ask to plant some hesitation in Jasons head.

“Heeeyyyy Y/N! ‘Aven’t seen you in a while, what’s up?” He’s been playing coy around you ever since he was small. When his mum first brought him past the store to patch a hole in his favourite snow jacket, he shyly hid behind her. But her legs couldn’t hide the cheek painted across his face, or curious eyes that seeped up every inch of your studio. He shot up when you asked him if he wanted to pick a patch out of your embroidered embellishments, and he picked the pumpkin. And that’s where the name stuck.

“Pumpkin, are you stealing the tyres off of the Batmobile?” And absolutely he was, no doubt about it. He had set up a jack and everything. Too smart for his own limitations.

The fight in his face was obvious. To persuade, prolong, or profess to you, but he picked the most Jason answer,

"Nah! Never!"

Sarcasm.

You give him a 'we-both-know-what-you're-doing-right-now-so-quit-it-or-I'm-throwing-you-over-my-shoulder-and-dragging-your-ass-to-the-studio' look, but he flicks back to the wrench and tyre. You roll your eyes, opening your mouth to say something, but before you could, you heard the all familiar flap of fabric.

"What are you doing?" Batman funnels his intimidating dad voice into speaking to Jason, briefly noticing your presence. If he really clocked your presence as your presence, then he didn't show it.

"I don't know, what does it look like I'm doing?" The mouth on that kid would get him in serious trouble one day. All alley kids used a smart mouth and words to their advantage, talking themselves in and out of situations, but Jason used it as a shield. You just hope the day that shield fails is one where you're in arms reach.

"Those aren't yours, Son. I'd recommend that you put down the tool and head home with your friend here." Ah, so he really didn't clock who you where. Truth be told, as smart as B is, he becomes tunnel visioned when faced with a kid. You've seen it, when he interacts with children at galas as Bruce, or as Batman on the streets, he inherently takes on a paternal role. It's cute, you think, but B is yet to face a child disinterested in him. Until now.

"Ugh. One, don't call me son, and two, you weren't using 'em. It's free game." Jason turns his back to the Batman, repositioning the wrench and going back to it.

You knew you weren't ment to endorse this attitude, but God was it funny to see the look of baffled disappointment from Bruce, even with the cowl blocking half his face. You couldn't help it, chucking to yourself. The sound keyed Bruce into who you actually were, turning to you for help to stop the 12 year old from stealing his tires.

You shrugged, noting that 'no, I'm not gonna solve this for you, do it yourself Bruce'. So you watched as Bruce crouched forward, inching like a cat sniffing the air.

Jason knows when he has an upper hand, and your trick is to never act above him. Treat Jason as an equal, and he'll offer you respect. Act like you have authority over him, especially as a stranger, get knocked on your ass from his snippy tongue.

"Kid, I'm begging you, stop stealing my wheels," Bruce pleaded, actually getting onto his knees beside Jason.

This grown man,

was pleading,

To a child.

Shit, I'm so glad I came over here this is so funny.

Jason though it numerous too.

"Begging eh? What do I get if I stop?" Jason, always one to swindle. Raised to do so by that sleaze that he unfortunately calls a father. You have your opinions on how kids are raised, but you bight your tongue to keep your head, and offer refuge to as many kids as possible.

"how about dinner? whatever you want, and a tour of the Batcave," B counters, folding his hands on his knee. You'd seen him sit that way before, when talking to Dick.

The poor man's lonely... and is trying to adopt another kid. Infront of your eyes.

Hmm.

Jason, always the opportunist, proposes, "throw in a bath and i may consider it."

That stunned B, his shoulders dropping a hair, but you suffocate a snicker.

You knew your Pumpkin liked a pamper. hot water burning away the alley grime. But the one bedroom his family resides in is cheap, and hot water isn't to be waisted on a child. So, it's a bimonthly occurrence for him to be picking your window locks to sneak into your shower. You've cornered him before, asking why he feels the need to sneak in, but all he'd give you is a shrug and "i just like being clean".

It took you a while, but seeing how he would put his shoes in your laundry every time, you've leant that the the dirt on his shoes reminds him too much of the dirt and blood on his fathers.

Jason now has a set of towels embroidered with pumpkins that live in your drawer.

"Uh... sure, whatever you want, kid. Just leave my tyres alone," B grovels, "You can extend that invite to your friend, if you desire."

in response Jason recoils, cringing at how proper the Batman sounded. Never does it come off right to act rich in front of an alley kid.

"riiiiighttt... eh, whatever, they can come if they want I don't care." In a second, Jason is up on his feet, and crawling into the passenger seat of the Batmobile, leaving you and Bruce together in lonesome.

Calmly, B tightens the lugs on his car, and you push forward examining him. No matter how he hides in the suit, you still pick up on the shakes, the tired lines, and the deep sighs that wrack whenever he looked at Jason.

Whenever he looked at Dick.

Once finished with the car, Bruce stands, tools in hand, and turns to you; a silent offer.

instead of acknowledging it, you provoke, saying what's been on your mind since he swooped in,

"You're lonely."

Always on the defence, Bruce flattens, "I'm not, Robin just wanted to-"

"Nah now I didn't say it was because of Nightwing, but now you bring it up, I'm pretty sure you just tried to adopt a street kid in front of me. one who has parents, mind you." although it wouldn't be the worst thing to separate him from them.

Bruce heaves, falling into the casual stupor he sports with you, "I was not, I just wanted my tyres back."

"mm, okay. But just so you know, it's okay to be upset about having an empty nest, all parents go through it."

Bruce turns away, heading to the drivers door. with one last look, he asks, "are you coming?"

You shake your head, and wave at the Jason shaped figure looking at you through the black out windows. "No, I've said what I need to. Jason knows that my door is always open for strays, and I hope you do too."

your words held more weight than you'd realise, settling roots deep into him, and chewing at all thoughts that plague his mind.

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halluu!

I'm having quite a lot of fun setting up this story.

if you can't tell, Jason is my favourite boy to write for (all time fave is Steph), and so I took a few educated and creative liberties on what story to follow for him :)))

Do not copy, steal, or repost my works!

[deathbxnny]

☆《When someone flirts with you infront of Yanqing!》☆

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A/N: This was a request from a dear follower! I hope you guys like it!<33

Summary: Someone attempts to flirt with you infront of Yanqing, despite you being a couple.

Content: mentions of uncomfortable flirting attempts(?), established relationship, fluff-ish ending

Reader has she/her pronouns!

((Not fully proofread, so I'm sorry for any mistakes!))

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It was supposed to be a relaxing day for you and Yanqing. He had some time off from training and wanted to take you out on a nice date to the local market! He ofcourse was also looking for a nice new sword to add to his collection... though he wanted to spend some of his allowance on you as well. He had to spoil his girlfriend too after all!

Eventually, a sword caught his eye and as he spoke to the vendor, he took his eyes off of you for just a couple minutes, his hands inspecting the blade carefully. You were standing behind him looking at some nice jewelry, when a young man suddenly approached you.

At first, you thought he just wanted some directions or help, but it was soon revealed that he was indeed interested in you romantically. You ofcourse immideatly told him, that your boyfriend was standing not even a meter away from you, but he didn't seem to care.

Yanqing turned his head to the man, obviously a little irritated by his pushiness, even when you told him that you were taken. He pulls you closer, putting the blade down for a moment, as the vendor nervously disappears in the shop from the dark glare Yanqing had in his eyes.

"Can I help you, sir?" He asks, trying to stay polite and friendly. Though it was hard to keep up, when he noticed how uncomfortable and upset you looked. He pulled his arm back, giving the man an indirect threat with his blades on his hip.

At first, the man still tried his luck, yet stopped, when he recognised who Yanqing was. He gulped, stepping back quickly, excusing himself as he left fast. Yanqing watched him leave with a strained friendly look on his face, before he checked you all over.

"Are you okay? Did he hurt you? I'll be sure to report this to the general..." Yanqing mutters, his face cupping your cheeks gently. He hugs you close after, hoping to cheer you up with some affection. He wished, he could've been harsher with the man, but he knew he'd just get in unnecessary trouble that way. Though if he had attempted to hurt you... Yanqing couldn't stand thinking about it.

And so, he decided to spend his entire allowance on just you. Sure, he didn't get a new sword for his collection. But your smile makes it all worth it and that's all that mattered to him at the end of the day.

He just hoped that the general wouldn't scold him for spending it all on you again... your happiness is Yanqing's happiness, after all.

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A/N: I hope this was okay! I'm not all too familiar with his personality just yet, so I'm sorry of it's a little ooc, but I tried my best. Thank you again to the follower for the request!<33

♡All requests are always appreciated!♡

[sarahs-secrets2]

Hours in Silence (Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader) 18+࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ

This was purely inspired by like half of a Drake song LOL, I wanted to originally do this for Graves but felt too similar to my first series so I thought I would try my hand with Ghost!! (Yes I'm writing a Ghost drabble to a Drake song, trust me I know how corny it is LMFAO, I am insane, let me live thank you)

Also, this is my first time writing for Ghost pls don't judge LOL

Based on the first bit of Hours in Silence

gn! (I use the word “heat” once) (no use of Y/N), mentions of a Dear John letter (if you don't know it's a letter usually sent to military members when the s/o wants to break up)

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: some NSFW, light smut, slight OOC (don't kill me pls), cursing, pet names (if I forgot something pls lmk)

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Leave your phone, come to mine You'll catch a hand in due time I think, think that I Could fuck the idea of him outta your mind You said he rap, he ain't signed, that ain't a good sign Change your mind, good conversation and some rosé wine Unless there's some other things you gotta mind You're my baby, ayy, ayy The smoke got me talkin' in Dutch A pill in Ibiza, so what? She leanin' on me, I'm her crutch She creamin' on me, I'm her crush

Distracted was putting it lightly. Your mind was racing, and it wasn't because of the mission. You sat on some far enough away hill covered by trees gazing through a sniper scope. Your mind kept going back to the Dear John letter you had received before packing up to stake out some warehouse.

You hadn't told anyone on 141, it didn't seem too important at the time, but now alone waiting for a signal your mind wandered to the letter. 

“I’m sorry but we’re done,”  

It’s all you needed to read to get the message. It was shit. What a waste of time you thought to yourself. 

“You there, hello? Is there any movement?” the low voice cut through your thoughts

“No movement yet L.T.”, fuck you weren't even paying attention. 

“I need you focused up there Sergeant, don’t go falling asleep on me”, Ghost was stern but thoughtful, he could tell he was losing you up there.

You and Ghost had somewhat of a complicated relationship. You jokingly flirted with him to get him nervous and he always deflected trying to maintain focus on the mission at hand. You both equally got under each other's skin.  

Ghost, prior to the Dear John, was aware of your relationship, which he respected. He never pushed, hence the ignoring of your attempted flirting. Somewhere down the line, he hinted at how the “jokes” of flirting became very real. He wasn't sure if this was something he had made up in his head and he was feeling a certain way towards you. 

Your mind immediately went back to your shitty Dear John, as you were readjusting your position hoping to catch a better view. 

“Sarge, why do I see movement but you’re not calling it”, you were caught now, no excuse would cover this up. 

“Sorry, L.T. my view wasn't clear I was adjusting”

“Come down, I'm sending a different sniper up, I can’t trust you in this state of mind”

That one stung. It wasn't your fault… maybe it was. You should've told him about the letter, it could've explained everything but you didn't want to be seen as weak. With a heavily bruised ego, you packed up and swapped places with some rookie who shot you a sympathetic look.  

Ghost sent you back to the base, it was bad. Usually, you would stick around and finish the mission but you could tell Ghost didn't want you anywhere near it tonight. Throwing the door to your room open you slammed your bag on the bed, cursing under your breath.

Stripping from the uniform, you changed into shorts and some random t-shirt, you just needed a break after a shitty night. Closing the dresser drawers, a knock on the door caused you to jump. 

“Who is it?” you knew it was Ghost, you knew you were in trouble, easier to play dumb though.

“Open up,” always to the point Ghost was.

Your bare feet padded over to the door slowly opening it, as Ghost used his body to push the rest of it open. 

“What the fuck was tonight?” 

“I don't know”, you felt like you were a shell of yourself, his tone was unsettling. He had every right to be upset but the weight of everything was a bit too heavy for you to attempt to explain. 

“You know”, he read you too well, Ghost’s eyes started searching your room for a sign of why you were so out of it. He landed on the nightstand with the torn envelope and letter sitting where you had left them before the mission. 

“What’s this”, he was walking towards the letter.

“It’s nothing, stop”, attempting to block his path to the letter, which failed as he pushed past you. The height difference was working in his favor yet again. 

Ghost picked up the Dear John, you watched as his eyes scanned the paper. He was reading more of it than you had. 

“Ghost, put it down please”, basically pleading with him at this point. 

“You should've told me”, despite having his mask on, you could see the shift in his eyes. 

“Yeah I know, I didn't want to be a burden though”, it felt awkward to be discussing your breakup with your Lieutenant, it was uncharted territory for the both of you. 

“This was a distraction tonight, I can’t have that with soldiers in the field, understood?”

“Yes sir, it won't happen again, I’m sorry again”, apologies spilling out, it was embarrassing. 

“Dear John’s are shit”, he tossed the letter down, shrugging his shoulders.

“Tell me about it, ha”, you tried to laugh it off as you sat on the bed looking up at Ghost as he sauntered towards you. The air was heavy and something had shifted between the two of you. 

“You know, if you ever need a distraction when we aren't on the field I can help you with that”, Ghost looked down at you on the bed. 

“Ghost…”

“Call me Simon, please”, your breath hitched when he said this. 

“Simon, what are you talking about”,

He bends down to whisper in your ear, “I’m saying, I think that I could fuck the idea of him outta your mind”,

You freeze becoming hyper-aware of what was happening, a cough escapes your lips as you try to catch your breath. 

“I need you focused Sergeant”, 

“ I don't know”, you were struggling to grasp the concept being presented to you. 

“I’ll be your crutch, lean on me it's okay”, as he said this, his hands grabbed yours pulling you up off the bed, and close to him. You felt wobbly as you placed your hands on his chest to find some balance. 

“Go ahead”, he was motioning to his cloth skeleton mask that covered his face. Your hands slowly crept toward his face, stopping at the base of his neck. You rolled the mask in between your fingers debating on what your next move was. 

“It’s alright, I'll tell you when”, Simon encouraged you as you slowly pulled in up, “That's enough, right there”, he had you stop it just so his jaw and lips were exposed.

Simon leans forward pulling you into him, a slight gasp separates your lips as he presses his lips onto yours, kissing back feverishly. 

Still connected, Ghost pushed you slowly back onto the bed, as he hovered over top of you. 

“Still distracted?” It was a taunting question.

“Hard to say Lieutenant”, Ghost took this as a challenge as he slipped off your shorts leaving you in just underwear. Immediately you pulled him back into a kiss as he pushed his clothed cock up against your heat. 

As you both continued, a pair of footsteps was heard in the hallway, causing you to jump up. 

“You have to go”, the idea of someone catching you and Ghost was tempting but not worth the repercussions. 

Simon connected his lips to your neck as he mumbled into you, “So soon? My love we are just getting started”.

“We can’t risk getting caught Simon, think about it please”, you were hoping he would catch the hint that you weren't done with him. You were up out of the bed searching for your shorts which had been tossed across the room. 

“I see, well whenever you're ready to pick this up, come to mine”, Ghost, now out of the bed, was adjusting his hard-on. You gave a small wave as he sauntered out of the room, wondering if what had happened was even real. 

You walked towards the nightstand picking it up the Dear John and tossing it in the trash, you had found yourself a new distraction.

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Eep writing for Ghost as a Graves girly is hard! Hope yall enjoyed!

[s4kasaki]

Hi hi! I just want to say out of the bat, that I love the aesthetic of your blog and your writing! Both are super nice and I love everything (such eye candy seriously *-*)

On another note, I would love to request some writing! This might be a somewhat odd request- but I’ll throw it out here anyways. May I request Shu dealing with an s/o that suffers a sort of body dissociation? Like sometimes they might feel like parts of their body isn’s theirs? Its a bit hard to explain but- all-in-all just Shu maybe comforting his s/o.

I hope this isn’t too much! Feel free to reject if it wasn’t clear enough-! Thanks in advance!

okay first: thank you so much?!! I'm so glad my page looks well enough to attract people to come over and have a read, request or chat! but onto the request! i hope I've written this situation properly ! If I didn't feel free to request again or leave some commentary. ★

♡ — shu | comforting his s/o after dissociating.

‣ tws/cws: dysphoria, childhood trauma (?)

‣ reader: gender neutral - they/them

‣ author's note: I hope this is well-written as for the situation way more than the fact shu is OVERLY ooc I feel like... >.< ( this is where shu isn't aware of this problem, this is his first-time really seeing this happen with you, and you both talk it through with a tat bit of comfort at the end ^^ )

You were hidden in the theater room, making sure to not move around too much where you could be heard and found. hoping that no one would see or hear you as you felt yourself slip into a dissociative state. you have never been fully caught in one, you wouldn't want to be. “You're okay. you're okay,” you lied to yourself while you tried to pay no scrutiny to another student referring to you as a (male/female) to your face and others for the last week. it echoes, it fucking echoes through your head. An uncomfortable knot in your chest grew and it wasn't gonna stop anytime soon by the looks of it-- the thoughts of those comments they had said whenever you were to dare interfere with fans' talk with their idol, grew louder in your head, drowning out your conscience.

You hugged yourself as tightly as you could as you felt tears well up in your eyes. No, you weren't hugging yourself. More like trying to rip yourself apart but not having the strength to do so as your dissociation turned into a breakdown. You felt like you were dethatched from your body while weighing a million pounds at the same time when a familiar voice ripped you back into reality. “(l/n) what are you doing here so late? You should be heading home, no?”

Out of all people who could walk in this very moment, it was Shu— Shu who was understanding, he has indeed seen you slip once before, but he never knew what it was that was happening. Out of all things you needed right now, was to be checked back into reality so abruptly. Your trembling stopped instantly, trying to uphold composer so he wouldn't see mid-way in your state. “Ahem, (l/n) since you're here. We might as well have a little talk, shall we? It would be rude of me can stay here not accompany you with any small talk...” he mustered up. “There hasn't been any trouble with you has there? I'd prefer not,” he walked to a table that was illuminated by a small lamp. He was weaving something, you've never actually seen him sew before but you were aware it was his skill no doubt. “No,” doing your best to keep your voice steady as you turned away from him, whipping the found blanket over your puffy red eyes.

Shu was never really good at small talk, so the silence was sharp— sharp enough to cut the air. He did care about your feelings, after all as his producer: He wouldn't mind hearing about any thoughts on your mind. “Mhm, but” he always did care about your feelings and made sure to check on you whenever you two met, stress hits like a bumper-- he'd be one to know. “You shouldn't rest on the ground as it is filthy and will get dust all over those clothes of yours. If you're chilly, I can make you a sweater that would do much better than dirtying your clothes. A lady/gentleman should never let their beauty be tainted.”

And there it was. You tensed at the word (lady/gentleman). It made you want to squirm out of your skin, and it was necessarily not what Shu was expecting you to fully react to. Yet you did, and he noticed. He tilted his head, carefully looking you over. You couldn't tell what he was thinking, but his sharp gaze made that uneasy knot in your chest duplication as tears formed back up in your eyes. you wished he would just kill you right then.

“Please stop staring at me." You tried to push away, to get up and go, but Shu pulled a hold of your arm and brandished you in place. You attempted to free yourself of his grip to no avail.

“You...” Shu's voice was soft. “... Don't like your skin, do you?” If it hadn't been for his soft tone, you would've thought he'd bash you right then in there in that room. It was the hint of uncharacteristic concern, however, it was common that he showed concern with you so that made you stop trying to get away and turn back to look at him.

He let go of your arm and slowly moved his hand to your face, gently wiping a finger to your cheek where a tear had begun to fall. You didn't mean to, but you flinched at such a tender action.

“Quite untrustworthy, am I now? you should tell me things.” Shu said with a hint of hurt.

Of course.

You've heard the many stories from Kiryu of how he has similar issues himself.

You knew little about Itsuki. You knew most about him splitting himself into Mademoiselle, and from what you had heard from Kiryu, that had its other history and effects that took a toll on him. Having a completely different soul takes your personality by 2 thirds most. Looking back and replying at one than the one that you know is him, that you know is himself, must be some other kind of hell to experience.

“Look- I just don't know how to explain it.” You finally reply. “I began T a few months ago and I thought that I was finally going to be happy in my skin, but then...” Your thoughts trailed off and your eyes roamed away from looking at Shu, anything but looking at him right now. You didn't want to start thinking about that person and dissociate all over again “, something kinda just happened.”

Shu stared at you intently for a minute before asking very seriously “Who must I need to kill for you? That foolish Tenshouin?”

You threw your head over to look at him. You lifted your hands to frantically wave them back and forth in front of you. “No no. You don't need to kill him— I mean..” You seized yourself for a split second and lowered your hands. “Don't do anything like that, it would only cause more dangers, thanks for the offer though...”

You had said a bit too much by letting 'him' slip out, confirming that there indeed was a person at fault for making you feel the way you had and Shu absolutely caught it.

“Hm, I suppose you're right...” He sighed in, speaking quietly but just as seriously as he posed a new offer to you.

‘If I can't stop this so-called man from doing such, the least I can do is comfort you.' He thought

You were kinda opposed to any kind of action that seemed was gonna come it's way, as you were just in that state, but you could not deny that It would be a hell of a lot better and reassuring than just balling up in the corner begging to die like earlier. Something about that made you chuckle humorously to yourself as you nodded “Uhm... alright?”

That answer seemed to please him as he gave an approving hum before pushing himself off the floor and standing. You continued to sit where you were on the floor, needing a bit longer to compose yourself before getting up. “I will be around to help you next time, I'll make sure of that... It's my job to take care of you is It not? And I'd hate to see you in such a sufferable state. I do plenty of that myself” he scoffed. This made you feel less queasy— he was the first caring enough to talk to you like this, let alone comfort you.

“…Hey, Shu?” You quickly asked. Before he could turn around to grab a heftier blanket that was laying among one of the theaters' chairs, most likely left from Natsume. He turned to look at you, making another humming sound, only this time more quizzical.

“Can you not... tell anyone you saw me like this. Please?”

He gave a short chuckle and nodded his head in agreement as to say: my lips are sealed— “ah, I found the leftover quilt, sit.”

I suppose I can get a little dirty for this sake