Enby Jirou

enby jirou

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uh hi can i request an eri head cannon w a big sisterly reader that plays w her n has tea parties w eri shinso and aizawa a lot?? thank you^^

yes you can, anon! (also, first request! tysm!)

also, i completely ignored the fact that ua are living in dorms when eri comes, so bear with me here.

tea parties with the aizawas

you were VERY concerned the first time you saw a certain purple-haired sleepyhead

of course, it would be weird if you came off this paranoid

so, you went for a:

“are you okay? you don’t look like you’ve been getting much sleep.”

shinso was used to being asked this

he averaged two to four hours per night

no wonder his eyebags were the size of golf balls

“didn’t sleep last night.”

“do you want me to take notes for you?”

“it’s fine.”

months passed by

you showered him with concern and love

it startled him for the most part

he wasn’t used to this much attention

at least from anyone other than aizawa

and eri, his new “sister”

most were fine with surface-level answers

an “i’m okay”

but you-

you went above and beyond for him

“gum? you look like you could use some.”

“you sure?”

you simply nodded in response and handed him a stick

more like forced it into his hand

and then the words came out of his mouth

“areyoufreethisfridayafterschool?”

he wasn’t thinking

oopsies

“i am, actually!”

he decided to go along with it

you seemed like the perfect sister big sisterly friend for this

“would you be interested...in coming to a tea party? a pretend one. it’s with my younger sister.”

you weren’t used to the boy being so stuttery before

he was always so put together

but you kinda enjoyed it

shinso notices the silence and tries to abort mission

“of course, you don’t have to come if you don’t want to. i know that we’re not really that clo-”

“i’d love to.”

“really?

“can i bring cupcakes?”

“if you really want to.”

come friday after school

aizawa was surprised when he answered the door

the ua uniform was the first thing he noticed

was it one of shinso’s friends?

WAS IT HITOSHI’S S/O?

HE’S NOT ALLOWED TO DATE YET!!!

aizawa switched to parent mode

but all that managed to come out of his mouth was:

“who are you?”

“i’m shinso’s friend. y/l/n y/n.”

oh

BUT THEY COULD STILL BE HITOSHI’S S/O

NO SECRETS WILL BE KEPT FROM MEEEE

aizawa turns behind him

“hitoshi! did you invite someone?”

he turned back to you

“it’s for safety purposes.”

“i understand.”

shinso rushed down to the front door

“hi y/l/n.”

“i brought cupcakes. i got the red velvet ones you said your sister liked.”

you held a box in front of you

aizawa’s heart had been stolen

hitoshi thinks that eri is his sister

hitoshi has a friend

and they brought cupcakes for eri?

I WILL STILL BE WATCHING YOU, Y/L/N, NO MATTER HOW NICE YOU ARE TO MY KIDS

shinso took the cupcakes to the kitchen

“eri! y/l/n is here!” shinso tiredly shouted as he led you upstairs

“eri’s your sister?”

“yeah. they’re really excited to see you. don’t let the shyness fool you.”

“any tips?”

“just be how you were with me.”

you laughed as you guys entered the room

set up on a blanket was a set of teacups, plates, and spoons

a girl with pale blue hair and a red overall skirt was setting down a teapot

“hey, eri,” you smiled. “it’s nice to finally see you.”

the girl turned to the purple-haired boy beside you

“is that y/l/n?”

“yeah. they’re here for your tea party.”

shinso sat down at a place setting next to eri, and offered you a seat next to him

you sat down, waving to eri

eri waved back

shinso grinned and started pouring “tea”

you poured the creamer into the cups

eri dumped the whole sugar pot in shinso’s cup

“hitoshi loves sugar!” eri giggled while telling you

“really?” you question and eri nods. “i didn’t know that.”

you all take sips of your tea 

shinso’s was in the middle of “buttering” a slice of “bread” when his father came up to check on you guys

the cuteness killed him

“aizawa! we saved some tea for you!” eri said

he sat next to you and eri

eri made him a cup

he drank that alongside his own cup of black coffee

you watched as he was crowned a prince (courtesy of eri)

shinso cleared his throat and put down his bread

“there’s a surprise downstairs, eri.” 

“really?” eri grinned

“wanna see for yourself?”

“yeah!”

you followed the family downstairs

shinso opened the fridge and got out the box

eri squealed when she saw the contents

“red cupcakes! thank you hitoshi!” 

she wraps shinso with her tiny arms and he laughs

“you really should be thanking y/l/n. they bought them for you. i just picked the flavor.”

“thanks y/l/n!”

your heart skipped a beat when she went to hug you

“you’re welcome eri-chan.”

“can i call you y/l/n-chan?”

“yeah!”

“can hitoshi call you that too?” eri giggled

your face turned as red as the cupcakes you brought

“i don’t know if he’s comfortable with calling me that, eri-chan.”

“of course he’ll be fine with it! he was calling you that before you came here!”

shinso hid his face in his hands

“don’t expose me like that, eri.”

“you can call me that if you’d like.”

shinso brings the cupcakes out of the box and offers one to everyone

“thanks for coming, y/l/n-chan.”

“you’re welcome.”

“you should come next friday!” eri bounces up and down.

“only if your dad says it’s okay.”

aizawa warmly smiles and takes a bite of his cupcake

you make both of his kids happy

“it’s okay.”

it’s safe to say that you’re coming every friday

im sorry for beginning the wormification of the owl house fandom yesterday (lie)

orange juice

*at milo, nessa, and kabu's weekly brunch*

milo: are you ordering from the breakfast or lunch menu?

nessa: what we should be talking about is your failure to show up at movie night yesterday! you bailed on us!

kabu: i'm getting breakfast.

nessa: kabu! back me up!

milo: i think i'll get an orange juice with the banana pancakes.

nessa: are you guys ignoring me?!

kabu: i think i'll get an orange juice too. I've been slacking on the vitamin c.

nessa: *taps milo on the shoulder*

milo: *innocently smiles and looks at her*

milo: would you like an orange juice too, nessa?

nessa: I DON'T WANT ANY OF YOUR STUPID ORANGE JUICE! I WANT ANSWERS FARMER BOY!

milo: she sounds like she needs some.

kabu: orange juice for the table.

I’d like some headcanons for Raine with a s/o who loves to bake

i audibly gasped when i saw this ask. as someone who bakes a ton (so much that it's my url), this is right up my alley. thanks so much for suggesting!

i'm going to say this only once: please let raine stay in the kitchen and watch you while you bake.

it's hard for them to leave your side in the first place, but here? they are absolutely mesmerized by the way things are run, in awe of how you seem to glide around the room once you get into gear.

as a bard themself, raine knows this passion for craft well, so deep-rooted that it's an instinct, fervor guiding every action to add and compliment what already exists.

the kitchen is your stage; its tools are your instruments. they wouldn't dream of stopping your performance, which is exactly why you have to put things on hold for a beat.

"help me whisk, please?" "i wouldn't be getting in your way...would i?" "if you can mix your music, you can mix these dry ingredients."

raine decides that it's not worth contesting the musical and magical factuality of your statement with how eager they are to help out. on the inside, they are celebrating so hard.

several minutes later, you're wondering how exactly your partner managed to spill half the contents out of their mixing bowl.

"i think i mixed too hard." "you...could say that."

the best way to learn is to experience, and there's no other way to experience than to get hands-on. raine will be your sous-chef for the rest of eternity, whether you like it or not.

they love to study your recipes and ask questions. you realize that their restlessness stems from uncertainty as you guide their faltering hand through folding muffin batter.

so, you'll let them know all there is to know; you wash away raine's concerns with your patience, kindness, and laughter. they're so thankful to know that you're with them every step of the way.

just note that they show none of this loyalty when they take you by surprise and smear some extra flour on your nose. in other circumstances, both parties would be calling for a food fight.

however, you two have been way too invested in getting this recipe for zelnik right and cannot bear the thought of your pie-baby falling from the counter onto the floor. that happened with the malva pudding two months ago and-

"raine, i swear that was a mistake." "sure." "you will never let me live that down."

you settle for swiping some flour onto their forehead to get back at them. expect trash talk in the future when you finally declare that it's time for a bake-off. raine will not be winning as long as you’re here.

but you two don't skip out on your soft moments. when i say that raine whispers is a sucker for lazy domestic homelife mornings, i truly mean it.

if you ever start a recipe before they rise on the weekend, chances are that they'll be tucked in until it's time to bake your treats. the smell of sugar caramelizing is enough to coax raine out of bed.

"what are you making? it smells delicious." "ensaymada! could you-" "i'll get the coffee started, don't worry."

it's all tired smiles and cheeky pecks from there on out. raine will most definitely give you a hug from behind as soon as the opportunity presents itself.

if it never does? they'll literally tell you to stop facing them, turn around, and prepare for the longest minutes of your life.

don't even get me started on slow dancing. raine uses their magic to enchant their viola and the piano in the other room to play a soft symphony once the sweet bread goes into the oven.

you waltz in the middle of the kitchen, enveloped in each others arms. the whole world just seems to fade away with every step.

i sure hope your breakfast doesn't burn while you two are busy.

enby aoyama

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aoyama: i am a star!

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