#TAKU I HOPE U CHOKE

[mcdonaldsnumberone]

for something that never was

love headcanons bc i want taku of yaki dead

gender neutral reader

How does Shylock love? Shylock loves exactly as his craft demands him to—sometimes passionately, like falling in love with a fine wine and learning how to crave it and tame the craving like the treacherously hedonistic beast it is—sometimes violently, like the wrath of an old god from legend, akin to the sound of glass shattering when it slips from someone’s hands—sometimes tentatively, the hesitance in his fingers before he pops the cork of a bottle and the faint aroma of alcohol stains the room once more.

How does Shylock love? Shylock loves in a way like no other. He claims that he doesn’t let love cling to him too long; after all, life is too short and far too turbulent for him to be the kind of man to be hung up over something when there are far more entertaining things out there for him to spend his attention over. He loves the concept of love. It’s what brings humans and wizards alike together, a captive to the longing and misery that equals the beggar with the king.

How does Shylock love? When he realizes he’s falling for you, he dismisses it as nothing more than one of his many loves he must have had over the years. He loves liberally, freely, truly, cherishing even the most ephemeral of attractions as genuinely as the sort of love that could move mountains and part seas. All emotions are beautiful and worthy of celebration in their own right, and he drinks to you: cherishing you through your smiling reflection wobbling in the sepia-colored lights beamed in the ruby red wineglass of his.

How does Shylock love? Love to him is a give-and-take. The flutters of your eyelashes are exchanged for fleeting touches from his end. The tilt in your voice when you sing hello to him is traded for the wry chuckle he gives towards you when you crack a bad joke. A bartender and his client, stuck in a tryst of want and economy, and sometimes he wonders if the pressure in your hand when you press a bag of coins into his palm holds something more than mere numerical value for your drink. It clings to him like the remainder of a ghost, of memories past, of a deep stirring in his heart.

How does Shylock love? He loves as if he’s burning. He loves as if you’ve lit him on fire. He loves as if you’re the air, and he’s a drowning man, flailing and falling and feeling the sea called you. Your name rests like a prayer on his sinful lips, and he wants nothing more than to chant it over and over, until you’ll grant him a taste of Heaven by placing his head in your lap and condemning him to an instantaneous eternity of proximity. You’re within his grasp yet so far, and his love tastes like poison in the inside of his mouth—he swallows anyway.

How does Shylock love? He reaches out for you every day, every night. Shylock props the door to his bar open not so that he can entice more wizards into the comforting labyrinth of his bar, but so that he can meet your eyes when you quaintly walk in, your silhouette the same touch of a spell that makes his ancient heart race. He savors this feeling, his eyes falling upon you in a shower of enchantment, the same way he did when you first stumbled across his little haven.

How does Shylock love? Dizzyingly, as if he’ll disappear like sand between your fingers. Breathtakingly, capturing your mouth in wine-flavored and hushed “I love you”s whenever the bar closes and the night hour deepens with moonlit stains. Sincerely, with the heart of someone who had loved and lost for years beyond your own ability to think. Truly, yearning for you with a fervor that could only be matched by the love that licks at the sides and core of your own heart.

“Don’t say that we’re a lost cause. Saying that we’re a lost cause merely tells me that we are indeed a cause. And to me, a lost cause is still a cause worth fighting for, if it means you’ll stay with me for a second longer.”

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[hiraethstill]

THIS WEEK ON DAIYA NO ACE

SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT!

LIVETWEET: 

its painful to watch asada struggle with his food so much

NO NO THAT FLASHBACK IMAGE TO THE MIDDLE SCHOOL COACH NOOOOO

koushuu kiddo i get where youre coming from but this bluntness

when are we gonna get more kuki

all the fucks koushuu is supposed to give were transferred over to asada hlksjdfsd

LMAO the first person sawamura goes to is kanemaru

oh my god kanemaru like: its your fault 

sawamura: i didnt do anything!

taku wyd on the floor huh?

OKAY BUT HE IMMEDIATELY TURNS LIKE HE KNOWS ITS KOUSHUU LMAO

asada's expressions are such HUGE moods

kuki i see you studying this interaction closely in the background hsldf

no okay but asada is SO SWEET WTF he stuffed himself so he could intervene before they had an actual fight im

WHY DO THEY KEEP SHOWING KUKI BUT HE NEVER TALKS IM

THIS IS INJUSTICE

lmaoo NOW you remember catch after worrywarting, sweet summer child

okay i dont dislike mukai but his cocky expressions HMST

someone: he wears the cap to cover his bald spot spare him sun

me: no no! he can wear his cap i just have a problem with how they drew it

did they just call him ume-nii lmaoo

something is off about nao and now i know what it is - he doesnt have that same perfectly placid smile that riles me up/ruffles my feathers

oho i love how umemiya sees sawamura on the mound there

the red lighting and the bg music somehow dont fit together but i like each individually

hmm miyuki i wouldnt completely parallel koushuu vs sawamura to sawamura vs azuma - the latter azuma was bullying nori while here sawamura is trying to encourage asada, though it might be a little pushy

tho i guess both koushuu and sawamura were both standing up for someone who couldnt for themself

YO i love this parallel to the time miyuki got mad about sawamura insulting chris tho - both miyuki and koushuu knew something sawamura didnt and acted upon it, however rashly, because they both feel a lot more strongly than they let on, not just about a teammate that they know is trying their best through a difficult time

kuramochi always turning to miyuki ah bless

i CHOKED ON MY TEA WHEN CARLOS CAME ON

as usual

no surprise there

look at my BOI getting DINGERS

justice for hirano tho

you shouldve hear my shitty giggling as someone said "carlos is hitting well"

i hope it was kuramochi

oh wait no i think it was toujou but thats also good bc both center fielder speedy bois

eijun... looking at someone else who made it to ace and seeing himself there

kuraharu das gay

kuraharumi? HMST

new firstie managers joining the sawamura fanclub

hell YEAH sawamura is a great choice but what about nori/toujou/etc

of course ochiai's mouth looks like that

sighs, JUSTICE FOR NORI

everytime they say "picchi" for pitching im reminded of the telugu word for "crazy" which sounds p much the same

are all pitchers crazy? lol. i mean you kinda gotta be under that much pressure huh

godd it means so much for the coach to have picked sawamura to start a winning streak

also i wonder if sawamura's fingers are super sensitive like my empath?

"sawamura-senpai is looking good" YOURE RIGHT TAKU AND IM GLAD YOU SAID IT

SEE THIS IS WHY I LOVE TAKU HE ONLY SPEAKS T R U T H"

its a shame that he's a relief pitcher" <-------------

AND EVEN MORE

TAKU CONCERNED ABOUT KOUSHUU'S REPUTATION AND CHANCES ON THE TEAM

"if only i'd been there" BECAUSE HE KNOWS HE'D HAVE BEEN ABLE TO CALM KOUSHUU DOWN

-lies the FUCK down- KOUTAKU R I G H T S

ASADA YOU PURE BABY look at him admiring sawamura, and he wanted to play catch omgg

LMAO is this tetsu narrating his brother's amazing strikeout

i love it when the firsties are awed by sawamura-senpai

drink every time you cant see miyuki's eyes behind his glasses

oh gosh nori appreciating sawamura's numbers!

NOOOOOOOO TOUJOU AND HIS THOUGHTS ABOUT PITCHING

TOUJOU DESERVES HIS SPOT

HARUCCHI BATTING THIRD AYYY

kuramochi saying haruichi is really nice???????

also mochi running straight for miyuki's high five

omg koushuu's RUMBLEEEE in the preview

SUMMARY / TLDR:

asada you sweet sweet child

WE NEED KUKI /TALKING/

taku's Koushuu Sense are Tingling 

mukai HMM

CARLOS AND DINGERS

SAWAMURA FANCLUB FT ALL FIRSTIES

NUMBERSSS 

toujou scared for his spot :c 

drink every time you can't see miyuki's eyes

If you’d like to talk more about it, I’m always down to scream about the good boys! 

[mcdonaldsnumberone]

ready for a heart attack

“a lover’s reassurance” hc ig

gender neutral reader

prompt list

—”i am yours forever.”

How can Malleus describe love? He still vividly remembers everything he felt when he realized that he was falling for you: carefully, tentatively, then so fast and desperately that he thought he was losing himself. All he knows is that his heart squeezes inside his chest with need and want when you smile at him and say your hellos. He wants to be the one by your side, he wants to see every one of your smiles, and he wants to be the one to press kisses into your soft lips over and over until the only thing that falls from your mouth is breathless whispers of his name.

It’s amazing, how someone like you managed to ensnare him so effortlessly. Was it your warmth that led him to you? He doesn’t care for things like magic or power when he’s with you; you make him melt with the simplest touches or the quietest whispers, and he’d rather take picnics and hours spent with you over an eternity cooped up in the walls of his castle all alone.

His love for you is mystifying. You might as well have stolen his own magic from right beneath his nose—he can’t seem to function without thinking about you. You haunt every one of his waking and sleeping moments. He daydreams about holding your hand, kissing the crown of your head, sneaking away from his retainers with you in tow; he dreams of walking through paradise with you, holding your small body against, pledging the end of time to you.

Malleus knows his time with you is compromised, so he treasures every moment he has with you. He doesn’t want to let you go, at least not yet. He knows that he’s far from the mature and sensible man that you need in your life, but he hopes that his yearning and longing for your attention and love touches your heart a little. He would gladly throw it all aside if you wanted him to, and if you wanted him to pick all the stars in the night sky and lay them out next to your feet, then he’d fish all of the galaxies and nebulas out of the indigo heavens just to make you happy.

“It would be greedy and reckless of me to ask you to stay longer, but... forgive me for being this self-serving. Won’t you be with me for a little bit more? I can’t bring myself to part with you just yet.”

—”you’re the best.”

Ace always thought he was above something as sappy as love. He had never failed to turn his nose up at the sight of sappy romance novels and movies, and he viewed his past relationships as nothing more than just shenanigans that had gone wrong. He’s a teenager who thinks he’s better than everyone and everything, so there’s no way some stupid crummy thing like a crush could ever think him down! He’s most definitely proven wrong when it comes to you though.

He hates himself for getting all gooey and fuzzy when you’re around. Ace thinks that you should be the one fawning over him and getting all flustered rather than the other way around. He feels like he’s always tripping over his own feet and saying the dumbest things when you’re near him, and he can’t stand how his thoughts go blank and his heart rate picks up dangerously when you approach him.

Ace knows he’s utterly defeated by you. He’s chasing after you relentlessly, unable to make heads or tails of how he feels towards you. All he recognizes is that he wants to be with you all the time and that you make the throbbing in his chest feel better. He feels like he’s on top of the world when he makes you laugh; he feels like he’s won it all when you giggle and admit that you’re fond of him too. Of course you would be—who could bear to resist his charms?

All jokes aside though, the redhead is absolutely smitten. He’s half-convinced that you must have cast some spell on him. It’s almost incomprehensible how someone like you could make him want to skip around the halls and sing and act so uncool, yet he can’t deny the rush he gets and flare of heat behind his cheeks when he sees you. He still thinks he’s better than a good chunk of the world, but you’re 100% someone that’s beaten him.

“Don’tcha think we make the perfect couple? Hey, hey, don’t pinch my cheeks! Jeez, do you really think of me like that? I’m no baby—I’m someone that’s destined to be yours! So quit looking down on me!”

—”make me forget.”

It’s easy for Kalim to describe love as just that: love. But he doesn’t want to be oblivious to the way you or the world might feel. As beautiful as love is, he wants to understand all the complexities behind the simple word. And what better way for him to experiment with what love could be than with you? You’ve always been patient and warm and kind towards him that he’s sure you’re someone who would understand why he would want to take that extra step. Kalim doesn’t want to take things at face-value anymore.

He experiments slowly, stretching out what he knows and seeing the depth behind these quaint gestures. He kisses you with a new vigor, trying to understand why you’d want to kiss him, and he holds you with a genteel attitude that surprises him too. These new revelations about loving you feel so refreshing and exhilarating that he can’t help himself but asking you for more, again and again, until the two of you are a tangle of joyful laughter and whispered sweet nothings.

His love is curious and fast-paced, yet it’s one that he gives to you without a second thought. Kalim always wants to know more, to try more, to do more with you. It doesn’t need to be anything super grand or fancy; he’s perfectly content with small things like stealing a kiss before sending you off to class or asking you to sit next to him while he reads so he can soak up your presence. He wants to be a worthwhile boyfriend, rather than the careless, childish lover he might have been in the past, and he wants to be someone you can lean on and confide in.

He doesn’t want to go back to the simplicity he’s known before. Loving you is complicated but everything he’s ever wanted, and every time you peer into his eyes, he wants to fill his head with only the thought of your dazzling heart and equally dazzling love. You’re his world, his moon and stars, and he wants to explore every part of his universe and memorize even the most minute details. You’re wonderful, and Kalim’s grateful to have been lucky enough to taste that kind of love.

“Let’s be together forever, okay? I want to see everything this world has to offer with you! Nothing matters if it isn’t with you, so don’t be scared to take my hand! I’m yours, and I’ll always be yours!”

—”can’t help but think of what a lucky bastard i am.”

Love leaves a foul taste in Leona’s mouth. It’s something he wants so badly, yet no one around him seems to want to give him even a crumb of acceptance. Why else would he have to do and destroy everything with his own hands? Nothing had ever been handed to him, even with a prestigious position as a prince, and he can’t stand the thought that he of all people is undeserving of something as necessary and simple as love.

It used to be easy for him to sneer at you and chase you away, but he finds himself craving you late at night when he’s alone. He wonders if you’ll continue to grin at him and linger by his side, and he wonders how you might feel in his arms and how you might feel when he kisses you. Leona wants your love; you’re the only one that’s approached him with nothing but love to give, and it’s so new to him that it almost frightens him.

But he’s no fool, so he’s not going to let someone like you. You’re like a gift sent from Heaven, the answer to all of his prayers for someone to finally accept him as he is. He doesn’t need anything else in this twisted world. All he needs is for you to continue to hold him gently at night and tell him that everything will be okay. Reality seems less harsh and cruel when you’re there to soothe his worries away, and he’d do whatever it takes to keep you next to him. He vows to keep you safe and happy, away from the treachery of the universe that morphed him into the wounded beast he is today.

His heart swells with affection when he’s with you. You’re the best thing that’s happened to him, and he knows he’s such a lucky man because of you. He wouldn’t trade anything in the world for you. Sure, he can be teasing and outright mean at times, but deep down in his heart, he holds nothing but the purest love imaginable. He wouldn’t offer anything but the finest love to you, and he knows his feelings for you will always remain the same.

“Do you really take me as the kind of guy to swoon over stupid, gushy things? You’re sorely mistaken. Do your best to win me over, and maybe you’ll manage to get a smile out of me.”

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