LynxTu

(ZZZ) Belle, Anby, and Nicole sharing a bed with Reader

You are getting the full girlfriend experience with Belle because she is going to keep you up in a slightly charming and the most annoying way possible.

Your blankets are going to be stolen, not to mention the pillows are scattered all over the damn place. And that's just the bed. Her arms are going to hit you at some point, or she'll roll over on you, or snore, or any amount of things really.

She'll be teasing you about sharing a bed, but she's 100% gonna pass out first and the way she sleeps, it's gonna look like she got shot rather than fell asleep naturally in the position she's in.

But hey, that's the price you pay sharing a bed with Belle. You knew what you were getting yourself into.

When she wakes up, she's going to ask why you are hogging the blankets, even though she was the one who ripped it off you.

Sharing a bed with Anby is going to be stiff as in, she will literally sleep almost like a statue until she gets used to your presence.

But, it will be far from an unpleasant experience at the very least. Eventually when Anby is used to having you so close by, she'll greatly enjoy if you hold her close. Her expression is slightly softer when you do so, but she's able to fall asleep faster.

If you ask her to hold you, she'll do so without hesitation regardless of height. There's also no fear of her rolling around or suddenly flailing about on you.

Her bed is kept pretty neatly all things considered, so sharing a bed with Anby is quite comfy. At least until one of the Hares barges in and starts teasing the two of you.

Anby wakes up far earlier than you, but she'll do her best to make sure your rest isn't disturbed, singing a little tune to herself as she prepares for the day and glancing at your peaceful expression.

As long as you don't bring up Nicole's bedhead and general attitude when she wakes up before she can pretty herself, you get to live. Oh, and share a bed with her.

She'll at first be very flustered on why she has to share a bed, but after the first few times she almost can't sleep without you close by. She won't say it, but no amount of Dennies would ever make her trade the fact you are the first thing she sees in the morning.

As time goes on, you are now part of her routine. Wake up, kiss/tease/softly greet and hold you, then move to the bathroom for her routine and getting dressed for the day.

During the night, depending on how rough the day is, she'll either hold onto you, ask to be held, or just collapse straight onto you and just yapping about her day until one of you passes out. It may or may not be intentional that she sometimes smothers you with her boobs some nights.

(ZZZ) Belle, Nicole, and Anby stealing their S/O's hoodie

"Nope! Mine now!"

Belle simply does not care. Ignoring the fact she has her own jacket that is rather comfortable, she views it as her given right as Girlfriend to begin pilfering your wardrobe. Specifically, your jackets.

Whenever you stay at Random Play for a little while, you'll see one of the Bangboos deliver it to her as she just gives you a little smirk. It'll be a complete 50/50 if she ever returns one of them to you.

If you ever want to find it, you just have to go through Belle's laundry basket that's honestly a nightmare in of itself, so you're probably better off buying a new one.

...So that she can also steal it.

"Hm...Comfy! Could be a little cuter though."

Nicole would not often steal your clothes, given how fashionable she is and the fact that she dresses to impress as the leader of the Cunning Hares. At home is a little bit of a different story: she of course would rather be found dead than lacking, but she's taken a warmer approach to your style of clothing!

So much so, she'll occasionally wear your jacket back in her room.

"I mean, it was right here! I don't wanna grab another shirt right now. Plus, you know I make this look good!~"

Every now and then, you catch her with a soft expression on her face looking down at your jacket. Although she loves her own wardrobe very much, it was nice to have a reminder of you and also not have to pay for more clothes when she can just steal yours on laundry day.

"...Your choice of attire is pleasant."

In some of the hoodies Anby has from you, it looks a little oversized. But it's also rather cute, so you don't mind! And frankly, she doesn't particularly care how she looks in it. As long as it's good in your eyes, then she's fine.

Anby also wouldn't steal your clothes, at least not on purpose. To save on laundry costs, you let her wash her clothes with yours, and it inevitably ends up in the same basket, and at home, she'll just put on what's available. Sometimes, that's your clothes.

But the moment you said she looked really cute in your clothes, is when she'll put them on as if it were her own. Not just the hoodies and jackets, but all your clothes, regardless of gender, with all that entails.

And eventually, she stops asking and just starts taking it, but at the very least she's courteous enough to lend you her clothes since she's doing the same!

"HANDS OFF MY MERCHANDISE!-"

S/O barely ducked in time to avoid the overhead of a massive briefcase slamming into the thug above them. After wincing at the loud crashing of glass behind them, S/O slowly looked up to see a very disgruntled Nicole staring at them.

"H-Hey, Nicole-" And seeing how her eye twitched at the greeting, that probably wasn't the best way to start this conversation.

"Hey?! HEY?!" Nicole's arms crossed, one finger rapidly tapping on her shoulder. "What happened to 'staying low' like I told you to?!"

General HCs with Special Week

General HCs with Mejiro Palmer

Sakura Bakushin O and an anxious reader

General HCs with Mejiro Ramonu

Random HCs - Part 1 (ft. Silence Suzuka, Sakura Chiyono O, Mejiro Dober, Kiseki, Oguri Cap, Seiun Sky, Gold Ship, King Halo, Air Shakur, Narita Taishin, Air Groove, Symboli Rudolf, Narita Brian)

Tap Dance City and a short-tempered reader

The “puppy” nickname (ft. Mejiro Ramonu, Sirius Symboli)

General HCs with Air Groove

Random HCs - Part 2 (ft. Almond Eye, Calstone Light O, Ines Fujin, Tokai Teio, Jungle Pocket, Kitasan Black, Matikanefukukitaru, Meisho Doto, Rhein Kraft, Aston Machan, Transcend, Yukino Bijin, Wonder Acute, Lucky Lilac, Shinko Windy, Matikanetannhauser)

General HCs with Biwa Hayahide and Kawakami Princess

Fluff with Mejiro Palmer and Maruzensky

General HCs with Marche Lorraine

Super Creek with a reader who loves to pamper and be pampered

General HCs with Kiseki

The best Umas for a quiet reader (ft. Hishi Miracle, Nice Nature, Yamanin Zephyr + honorable mentions)

Is Sirius a good “pet owner?”

General HCs with Narita Brian

Parings → Dad! Peter Parker x Mom! Reader

Warnings → angst, a lot of angst, memory loss, rude behaviour, fluff at the end.

Summary → Peter lost his memories, forgetting you and his kids.  

You burst through the doors of the compound like your lungs couldn’t breathe until you reached him. Your heart was slamming against your ribs so hard it felt like it might break them. One arm was wrapped protectively around your daughter, the other gripping your son’s small hand so tight his knuckles were white.

Tony’s call echoed in your head on a loop. "Peter’s been hurt. It’s bad. Come ASAP." That’s all he’d said. That’s all he had to say.

The compound was quiet, eerily so, as Tony met you at the entrance, his face pale and tight. “He’s in the med bay. He’s... he’s conscious now, but he only asked for May.”

You felt your stomach drop. Peter was awake, but something feels wrong. Really wrong.

“Can I see him?” You asked, voice trembling.

Tony’s expression softened, but it didn’t help. He still looked like someone who was about to deliver the worst kind of news. “The medics think... there’s some memory loss. Maybe temporary. Maybe not. They’re still figuring it out. You can’t go in just yet—May’s in there. Just give them a few minutes, okay?”

You nodded, numb and cold all over. Your knees felt weak, but you couldn’t collapse. Not in front of your kids. Not when they were already clinging to you like you were the only stable thing left in the world.

Your heart pounded as you sat with your children outside the med bay, time stretching unbearably. Your son, Ben, just five, sat beside you, holding your hand tightly, while your three-year-old daughter, Mayday was in your arms, oblivious to the tension around her.

“Mommy, is Daddy okay?” Your son asked softly, looking up at you with wide, worried eyes.

You forced a smile, pushing back the tears. “Daddy’s going to be okay, sweetheart. He just needs to rest.”

But God, you didn’t know if you were lying or not.

After what felt like hours, May finally emerged from the room, her eyes red and swollen, and your heart shattered at the sight. She didn’t say anything as she gave you a nod, and you knew it was your turn.

You gently placed your daughter in May’s arms, her tiny fingers still reaching for you. “Stay with Grandma May, okay? Be good.”

“Mommy,” your son called after you as you stood. “Tell Daddy I miss him.”

You smiled through your breaking heart. “I will, baby.”

The med bay door closed behind you with a soft hiss, but the silence inside screamed.

The sight in front of you broke you. Peter was lying on the hospital bed, hooked to wires and machines that beeped far too quietly for your comfort. His face was bruised and battered, one eye partially swollen shut. Thick gauze was wrapped around his head, and you could see dried blood crusting around the edges.

But his eyes were open. Alive. Alert.

They turned toward you.

But the look in them wasn’t the one you were used to. It wasn’t soft or familiar. It was distant, guarded. And... they didn’t light up.

“Hey, Peter,” you whispered, your voice shaking as you tried to keep it together. You took a tentative step forward, the air in the room thick with tension.

He stared at you, unblinking. His brows pulled together, like he was trying to solve a puzzle he didn’t remember picking up. “Hi,” he said slowly. His voice was hoarse. Like he’d been screaming. “Do I... know you?”

Your heart dropped to the floor. He didn’t know you. He didn’t remember.

You tried to smile, even as your entire world crumbled. “Yeah. You do. I’m Y/N.”

Peter looked away briefly, blinking hard like maybe if he cleared his vision, the answer would come to him. He looked back, frowning deeper. “Were we... friends? In high school?”

Friends. Just friends.

You nodded, your throat burning as you struggled to speak. “Yeah, we were friends. But, Peter... we’re more than that now.”

His face twisted with confusion, then disbelief. “What do you mean?”

You took a shaky breath, stepping closer to the bed. “We’re married, Peter. We’ve been married for six years. We... we have two kids.”

He stared at you like you’d spoken a foreign language. His hands gripped the sheets, knuckles white.

“No,” he breathed. “No, that can’t be right. I don’t—That doesn’t feel right. I don’t remember getting married. I don’t remember you.”

“I know,” you whispered, tears finally spilling over as you reached for his hand. “I know you don’t remember, but it’s true. You’re my husband. We have a son, and a daughter. They’re waiting outside.”

Peter pulled his hand away, wincing as if your touch burned him. “I don’t feel that,” he said harshly. “I don’t feel anything for you. I don’t remember falling in love. I don’t remember being a dad.”

You flinched, swallowing the sob that clawed up your throat. “Please don’t say that. Just... give it time. Let it come back.”

“No.” His voice was sharper now. More defensive. “I don’t know who you are. And if we really had this big, perfect love story, don’t you think I’d feel something when I look at you? Anything? But I don’t.”

You stepped back, your heart shattering at the coldness in his voice, at the distance between you now. “Peter, we’ve built a life together. We have a family. Please, just give it time. You’ll remember.”

He shook his head, his expression hardening. “I can’t. I don’t... I don’t believe you. I don’t feel anything for you. Not like that. If we had something together, I would have at least felt a connection.”

Silence slammed into the room like a punch.

You stared at him, your vision blurred with tears. The man you loved, the father of your children, was sitting right in front of you, but he felt like a stranger. He didn’t remember your love, your life, your family. He didn’t even want to try.

“I... I’ll give you space,” you managed to whisper, the tears now slipping down your cheeks unchecked. “I’ll be outside. If you need me.”

But he didn’t say anything.

You turned and walked out of the room, closing the door behind you as your body gave up holding it in.

You collapsed against the wall, a sob ripping through you, and suddenly May was there, wrapping her arms around you as the dam broke.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered, holding you tightly. “We’ll get through this. He’ll remember. He has to.”

But as you stood there, shaking and crying, you weren’t sure how. Because the man in that room wasn’t your Peter. Not anymore.

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It had been weeks since Peter had insisted on staying with May, and each day since had chipped away at you. You’d tried your best to visit him as often as you could, but it was becoming harder. Peter wasn’t the man you remembered. He was cold, distant, and easily irritated—especially with you.

You stood outside May’s apartment, taking a deep breath as you prepared your kids. Your son, at least, understood that his dad didn’t remember him. He’d been quiet and reserved since everything happened. But your daughter was too young to comprehend why her daddy was suddenly so different and not living with you guys anymore.

“Okay, sweethearts,” you said, kneeling down to meet their eyes. “When we go inside, I need you both to be on your best behavior, okay? Daddy’s... not feeling well, so he might be a little different.”

Your son nodded solemnly, while your daughter just giggled, bouncing in place. She didn’t really understand, but you hoped the visit might help Peter remember something—anything.

When you finally entered the apartment, May greeted you with a hug. She gave you a reassuring smile, but her eyes were sad. “I talked to him. He knows you’re coming with the kids.”

You nodded, your heart heavy as you followed her inside. The kids ran ahead, eager to see their dad, and for a moment, you allowed yourself to hope. Maybe seeing them would stir something in Peter’s memory.

But when you walked into the living room, you immediately sensed the tension in the air. Peter was sitting on the couch, arms crossed, looking uncomfortable as your children approached him.

“Daddy!” Your daughter squealed, rushing to hug his legs.

Your son was more cautious, standing a little further back, eyeing Peter with uncertainty. “Hi, Dad.”

Peter’s eyes flickered over the two of them, his expression blank. There was no warmth, no recognition, nothing but a guarded, almost annoyed look.

“Hey,” he muttered, not returning your daughter’s hug as she clung to him.

Your heart ached watching the scene unfold. The kids were trying so hard, and Peter... he was barely acknowledging them.

May sat beside him, giving him a gentle nudge. “They’re your children, Peter. They’ve missed you.”

Peter tensed at her words, his jaw clenching. “Yeah, well... I don’t remember them,” he muttered under his breath.

You bit your lip, trying to stay composed. Your daughter, still holding onto Peter’s leg, looked up at him with her big, innocent eyes. “Daddy, why don’t you huwg me?”

Peter’s irritation flared, and you saw the flash of frustration cross his face. “I don’t—” He stopped himself, running a hand through his hair, clearly agitated. “Can you—can you get her off me?”

The request hit you like a slap, and you gently pulled your daughter away from him, even though it broke your heart to do so.

“Let’s sit here for a bit, okay?” You said softly to her, guiding her to the couch.

She pouted, confused by her father’s coldness, but didn’t protest.

Your son, always the more observant one, spoke up, his voice quiet. “Dad... do you really not remember us?”

Peter glanced at him, his gaze hardening as he shook his head. “No, I don’t, I’m sorry.”

The bluntness of his words made your son flinch. You wanted to say something, to comfort him, but before you could, Peter stood up abruptly.

“Look, do me a favor, Y/n. Don’t bring your kids over anymore. They’re... irritating.”

Your breath caught in your throat, the room spinning for a moment as his words sank in. Your kids. He didn’t even see them as his anymore.

“I-I... Peter—” you stammered, trying to find the right words, trying to hold yourself together. But it was May who spoke up first.

“Peter!” She snapped, her voice sharp with anger. “They’re your own kids! Your own blood! How could you say that?”

Peter glared back at her, his irritation boiling over. “I don’t know them, May! I don’t feel anything for them! What do you want me to do, pretend to be a husband and dad? Play house with them?!”

The room fell into an awful silence, broken only by the sound of your daughter’s soft whimpering. She didn’t understand what was happening, but she knew something was wrong. Your son’s face was pale, his eyes wide with hurt.

You swallowed hard, standing up, feeling the weight of the world on your shoulders. “It’s okay, May,” you said softly, your voice barely steady. “Maybe... maybe I should leave now.”

May looked at you, eyes filled with sympathy and sorrow. “No, Y/n, you don’t have to—”

“Yeah,” Peter interrupted, his voice cold. “Maybe you should.”

The finality in his tone shattered the last bit of hope you’d been holding onto. You nodded, blinking back the tears threatening to spill over.

Gathering your children, you turned to leave, but not before looking back at Peter one last time. The man you loved, the father of your kids, was still there, but he felt so far away.

“I’ll come back,” you whispered, even though you weren’t sure if he wanted that.

Peter didn’t respond, his gaze fixed on the floor.

With a heavy heart, you left May’s apartment, your children by your side, the weight of Peter’s rejection pressing down on you like a stone. As you walked away, your daughter tugged on your hand, her innocent voice breaking the silence.

“Mommy... why doesn’t Daddy like us?”

You couldn’t answer. All you could do was hold her tighter, hoping that one day, somehow, Peter would find his way back to you—and to them.

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Peter sat alone in the quiet apartment, the ticking of the clock on the wall the only sound to keep him company. May had gone to FEAST for the day, leaving him to his own devices. Normally, he wouldn’t mind the solitude, but today, it gnawed at him. The silence felt too heavy, too empty.

He sighed, shifting on the couch before eventually getting up. His restlessness got the best of him, and he wandered down the hallway towards his old room. It hadn’t changed much since his high school days—same posters, same bed, same desk cluttered with old notebooks and doodles. But it felt foreign now, like a time capsule of a life he couldn’t fully grasp.

Peter opened his closet, rummaging through the boxes and old belongings. He wasn't sure what he was looking for—maybe something to jog his memory or at least something to pass the time. After shuffling through old clothes and yearbooks, his hand brushed against something heavy. He pulled it out and found a large, dusty photo album.

Curiosity sparked within him. Peter sat down on his bed, the album resting on his lap. He hesitated for a moment, his fingers hovering over the cover. For some reason, he felt drawn to it, like it held answers to questions he hadn’t yet asked.

Taking a deep breath, Peter opened the album.

The first few pages were filled with high school memories—pictures of him with his classmates, homecoming dances, graduation caps tossed in the air. He recognized these moments, a faint smile tugging at his lips. He remembered these days, the simpler times before everything became complicated.

But as he continued flipping through, the pictures began to shift. Suddenly, there were more of you. Pictures of the two of you together—laughing, hugging, making goofy faces. He paused on one where you were both standing in front of Empire State University, smiling brightly. He didn’t remember being that close to you, yet here were the photos, showing otherwise.

The pictures grew more intimate. You and Peter kissing under a tree on campus, sitting on his lap at a party, gazing at each other as if nothing else existed. He felt a strange warmth stir within him, but it quickly turned to confusion. How could he not remember these moments?

Then, as he continued turning the pages, the images shifted again—this time, more personal. You holding ultrasound pictures, Peter with his hands on your baby bump, kissing your stomach, the two of you sleeping together, his arm wrapped around your bump protectively. His breath caught in his throat. His hand trembled as he moved to the next page—a picture of you in a hospital bed, exhausted but smiling, holding a newborn baby. The name “Ben” was written underneath in Peter’s handwriting.

The image made something stir deep inside him. He stared at the picture, and for the first time, something in him clicked. He remembered a fleeting moment—the sound of a baby crying, the overwhelming joy and exhaustion in that hospital room. It was like a flash, there and gone, but it was enough to make his heart clench.

The next few pages were filled with wedding photos, his at the altar with tears, you in a beautiful wedding gown, you guys kissing after the vows. Than pictures of you pregnant again, this time with Mayday. There were pictures of Peter holding Ben, family portraits of all four of you, beaming with happiness. Each image felt like a blow to his chest, making him realize just how much he had forgotten.

The weight of the album heavy on his lap. His fingers trembled as he turned each page, the images pulling him deeper into a past he couldn't fully remember. The pictures spoke of a life that felt distant yet familiar—a life filled with love, laughter, and intimacy with you. Each picture stirring something deep inside him. The memories weren't whole, but they were there, flickering like broken pieces of a puzzle trying to come together. He felt an ache, an overwhelming sense of guilt that he had forgotten it all—forgotten you, forgotten Ben, forgotten Mayday. He had pushed you away, cold and indifferent, when in reality, you were everything to him. You had been his world.

Tears slid down his cheeks as he closed the album, the weight of his actions crashing down on him. How had he treated you so poorly? How could he not remember the family you had built together? How could he be so rude to his kids?

Peter wiped his eyes, trying to steady his breathing. He had to make this right. He needed to talk to you, to figure out how to get those memories back. Even if he never fully remembered, he couldn’t go on treating you like strangers.

With shaking hands, Peter pulled out his phone. He scrolled to your number, hesitating at first, he doesn't know how to face you after last time, his heart racing as he pressed the call button. The phone rang once, twice, before you answered.

“Peter?” Your voice was soft but laced with concern. “Is everything okay?”

He swallowed the lump in his throat. “Can you... can you come over, p-please?” His voice cracked, and he hated how vulnerable he sounded.

There was a pause, but then you replied, your voice gentle. “Of course. I’ll be right there.”

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You arrived at May’s apartment, heart pounding in your chest. You hadn't expected Peter to call you, not after everything. When you knocked on the door, you braced yourself, not sure what to expect.

You could feel the anxiety radiating off Peter the moment he opened the door. His eyes were red from crying, his expression filled with a kind of vulnerability you hadn’t seen in a long time. He stepped aside, allowing you in.

“Peter... what’s going on?” You asked quietly.

Peter closed the door behind you, looking lost and broken. He ran a hand through his hair, his voice barely above a whisper. “I... I looked through an old photo album.”

You frowned, confused. “A photo album?”

His voice barely above a whisper, “I looked through it... and I remember some things. Not everything, but... bits and pieces. The wedding. Ben being born. Mayday...” He looked down at his feet, ashamed. “I’ve been so awful to you, Y/n. I’ve been a complete jerk, I- god I can't even- I pushed away my own kids.”

You swallowed hard, feeling your throat tighten. “Peter...”

“I didn’t mean to forget. I didn’t want to push you away. I just—" He took a deep breath, his voice breaking. "I want to come back. To you. To the kids. I want to know them... to know you again.”

You stared at him, the weight of his words sinking in. Tears welled up in your eyes, and you couldn’t hold them back anymore. You took a step forward, wrapping your arms around him tightly. Peter immediately hugged you back, holding you as if he was afraid to let go.

“I missed you so much,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “We missed you.”

Peter’s grip tightened as he pressed his face into your shoulder, his own tears spilling over again. “I’m so sorry, Y/n. I want to make it right. I want to be here for you and the kids.”

You pulled back slightly, wiping your eyes. “They need you, Peter. We all do.”

“I know,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I... I want to see them. I want to make up for everything.”

You nodded, your heart swelling with hope. “I’ll bring them over. They’ve missed you so much.”

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An hour later, you returned with Ben and Mayday. Ben walked in cautiously, holding your hand tightly. He was nervous, unsure of how his dad would react. “Mommy, does Daddy remember us now?” He whispered.

You knelt down to his level, brushing a hand through his hair. “He’s trying, sweetheart. Let’s give him time, okay?”

Ben nodded, his eyes wide with hope as you walked into the living room, holding Mayday in your arms.

Peter stood when he saw you, his heart pounding in his chest. His eyes met Ben’s first, and for a moment, neither of them moved. Then Ben took a tentative step forward.

“Dad?” Ben’s voice was small, unsure.

Peter knelt down, his throat tight with emotion. “Hey, buddy,” he said softly, trying to steady his voice. “I... I’ve missed you.”

Ben’s face lit up, and without hesitation, he ran into Peter’s arms. Peter hugged him tightly, feeling the warmth of his son’s small body against his. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t here,” Peter whispered, his voice breaking.

“It’s okay, Daddy,” Ben murmured, holding on tightly. “I’m just happy you’re back.”

Peter’s heart clenched as he held Ben, his tears falling freely now. When Ben pulled back, Peter’s gaze shifted to Mayday, who was squirming in your arms, her tiny hands reaching out.

Peter stood, his heart swelling as he took her from you, cradling her gently in his arms. She stared up at him, her bright eyes curious as she patted his face with her little hands.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Peter whispered, his voice choked with emotion. “I’m so sorry.”

"Don't cry, daddy." Mayday said in a soft voice, her tiny hands grabbing at his shirt, and Peter couldn’t help but smile through his tears. He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, his heart full. For the first time in months, he felt a deep, unshakable connection to his family—a connection he thought he had lost forever.

You stood watching, tears in your eyes as Peter held your daughter, his face soft and filled with love. This was the man you knew, the man who had loved you and your children with everything he had. And now, even though it would take time, you could see that he was back.

Peter looked up at you, his eyes filled with determination. “I’m not going anywhere, Y/n. I’m going to be here, for you and for them. I’m going to make this right.”

You smiled through your tears, nodding. “We’ll figure it out together, Peter. One step at a time.”

And as Peter stood there, cradling Mayday with Ben by his side, you knew that this was the beginning of a new chapter—a chapter where, no matter how much was forgotten, your love would carry you all forward. Together.

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To anyone who’s never checked it out: please look at how she’s drawn in the Star Blossom manga. She’s so stinking cute!!

Narita Brian !

Congratulations! You have obtained “scary dog privileges.” Despite never telling anyone (safe for her sister) about your relationship, everyone and their dog knows about it. It’s obvious when looking at you: the way Brian lingers behind you, how she casually lends you her jacket and never expects you to give it back… The worst part? She doesn’t even do it on purpose. It all comes easily to her. For someone who was only ever interested in racing, it didn’t take Brian long to get used to you.

In fact, I’d say she’s a little clingy. But in the same way a cat would be — she’ll get your attention, only to pretend not to care about it at all, like she’s doing you a favor. It takes you some time getting used to it, but you can’t lie: it’s pretty cute.

Hey, do you wanna know a trick? Go ahead and hold her face in your hands. For some reason, she’s a sucker for it… Maybe because she loves looking you in the eyes so much? If you’re lucky, she’ll lay her forehead on yours and stay there for a bit. Moments like that are rare with Brian, so make the most out of it!

Brian is, for lack of a better word, protective. She’s not very talkative, and she can’t do all that mushy stuff, either. It’s too embarrassing for her. But what she can do is watch over you, making sure no one tries to mess with you. It’s a nice, roundabout way of showing that she cares. Of course, Brian knows you can take care of yourself — and if you ever want her to take a step back, then you just need to say so. (Hishi Amazon, her friend and rival, likes to joke about you “taming the beast.” All Brian can do is sigh and mumble under her breath. Because it’s true.)

Everyone who knows Brian sees her as intimidating and aloof… but those who know her are aware that she can be a little timid at times. She takes your “nagging” (her words, not mine) in stride, even letting you fuss over her in ways she’d never allow her own family to. Expect to hear a few quit its, but never fear: your attention is welcome. It’d just be embarrassing to act all lovey-dovey in public too, is all…