#anyway sorry if im slower again guys!

[thatdeadaquarius]

About your language brainrot. I see your "Reader's writing can't match tyvat's long and flowery writing" and bring you "Tyvat isn't used to books over 50 pages long so a short story to the Reader is a whole dictionary to tyvat readers".

Seriously, have you seen how thin the books are? They don't wrote novels, they write short chapters formatted in the way really old stories are. As in, summarizing all the events down into one smooth story then adding a few quotes. Fanfiction writers are insane. They will willingly sit down and write hundreds of words at a time. To them, a proper modern day story of maybe, oh 10k words or so, would probably be like the Oddessy itself.

If we were to combine the two headcanons. It would end up as many historians being intimidated by this insanely long written scripture in the language of the forgotten.

I'm going to take this a step further and say that if the creator asked some people to proofread their things, it would establish a hiarchy of who is able to actually finish the book the creator read and who isn't.

NOW THIS, THIS IS MY FUCKING JAMMMM

I'm so sorry this is so old!! u probably all know this by this point that I've really slowed down as the year has gone on, but I graduated university and then got my first job so its been pretty crazy!

Sun: Reader (you/they/them)

Orbit: Headcanons-ish

Stars: dash of all the book/nerds of Genshin, heavy on Sumeru?

Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: Cussing, 16+ Mature Audiences, Spoliers for Sumeru Archon Quests/Scaramouche, & Trigger Warnings: mention of shipping/characters shipping themselves with you.

Comment if any missed, please.

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FULL STOP.

THE AKADEMIYA, FONTAINE RESEARCH INSTITUTE, HAVE BEEN WAITTTINNGGGG ON YOUR ASS LMAO

You fall from the fucking sky like a 5 star, or pop out of the Irminsul or whatever

and immediately are mobbed by scholars. LMAO jkjk (not really, bc that's what it’d feel like)

can you even imagine the dread older stories(”the classics” to them), that was instilled in the poor students around Teyvat??

id like to think ur works are the most preserved over the thousands of years of Teyvat archeologists excavating them, in comparison to other authors (teyvat just likes you more, suck it William Shakespeare)

also, bc I cant resist language differences/world building I'm sorryyyy 😭 😭

the vocab of Genshin lang vs. ours, has significantly less vocabulary like their actual dictionary is 1/3 the size of ours type of energy

(Omfg all ur fanfics being considered like insanely long realistic romantic classics or tragedies like Jane Austen-level, and only the richest and biggest play companies put on plays about ur stories bc the script goes on for hours)

(ur plays only get put on for rlly big events bc of this, like Lantern Rite or like a Summer/Winter festival/your birthday, which is, yes, an international holiday)

dude the sheer power move of anything you’ve written being essentially “Journey of the West” to them, like Damnnn.

endless like adaptations, plays, Teyvat-short stories condensing it, (THEIR OWN FANFICTION ABOUT UR STORIES)

the power is, in fact, going to your head every time another scholar both deflates at how long ur stuff is, but also lights up bc they get to read it

speaking of scholars… you know who snatched you up first. you know. you don’t even need to read the next line.

Alhaitham.

sneaky bastard he is, absolutely manipulated, mansplained (and manwhored bc he knows he’s handsome, cheeky little shit) his way into getting you to sit down with him and interview you about both translating other classics, your own, giving your own analysis of others works and ur own, and picking ur brain apart of how/why you wrote urs, etc. its fucking endless,

Kaveh had to come rescue you bc u were starving to death after getting stuck with the Haravatat scholar in his office for nearly 7 hours of interrogation discussion about literature

and Alhaitham wasn't even nearly done, he’d informed you as you left that he already had another appointment for later conversation scheduled (how?? you don't even know ur own schedule??? you have a schedule???) and was looking forward to more of your “creative and enlightening input” :)))

(you’re never going to escape him, not even Nahida herself can save you from his stubborn ass)

On another note, Xingqiu is quaking when you agree to autograph his copy of your stories (of which he has all hard covers of the first edition translations)

Zhongli/Rex Lapis is known for having a near-lifelong passion for searching for your works specifically, and learning how to translate them better into Teyvatian vernacular

like the same way he can absolutely speak on Rex Lapis facts/rocks/adepti info, is the same confidence he speaks about knowing ur work lol

(yes he did also ask for several autographs and another sit-down talk about the works, tho a lot more sneaky then Alhaitham bc he just casually gets u guys into it during dinner)

Barbatos/Venti has written some of the most famous songs based on your stuff, he has his favorites too,

but he always claims the best songs are any that have been written in the story, like either when a character sings something, or there are like quotes from songs ur fanfics are based on lol

(he also demanded to hear what they actually sound like from you, yes, you have to sing them for him lol)

Venti also can surprisingly drunkenly ramble the entirety of at least one of ur stories, like, word for word lmao

(Diluc gave in and did give him a drink on the house for that one, just once, Venti doesn’t remember it lol)

(I forgot to mention, u guys still speak the same language, just like, different versions of it)

ur works being one of the few things all the Archons can freely talk about with each other, like it’s neutral ground bc they’re all fangirling about it lmao

Furina and Neuvillette have had like,, fierce debates over the decades about character dynamics and the general drama of ur stories, they’ve gotten into it enough they’ve stopped talking to each other for a couple days a few times lol

Albedo, Sucrose, Kokomi, Yae Miko, Ei, Raiden, have read every single work they’re gotten their hands on in Teyvat (it took them like a literal year or longer)

Albedo drew you fanart for every single story, bc he’s hyperfixated on everything related to you ngl,

Kokomi had commissioned smaller pocket versions of ur works (which later got popular thanks to Yae Miko) both the OG and the Teyvat shortened versions

THE HARBINGERS ARE THE MOST DOWN BAD LMAO

Childe has literally tried to recreate battle scenes from ur works lmao

and gets especially riled up about fighting someone who resembles any characters from them (esp villains, what a cutie)

You cannot fathom the amount of research throughout Teyvat that has been secretly or indirectly funded by Pantalone/Tsaritsa

from the experts to analyze them, to funding play companies to act them out, to actually excavating places to get more of ur stuff unearthed

(the Harbingers absolutely are the first group of people that got to read several of ur stories first bc of this, like the world’s most exclusive secret book club lol)

Scaramouche used to clown on Childe all the time about how he was too impatient to even “sit down and read the King’s classics”, and he was downright insufferable when he found out about Tartaglia’s habit of recreating battle scenes/that being what motivated him to fight sometimes lol

that being said, Wanderer surprisingly never forgot ur stories.

Even when his memories were wiped for a bit, he found comfort in these fantastical epics still sticking around, even when his old names did not

(he mayyyy or mayyy nottt have secretly namedhimselfafteroneofthetragicprotagonistsherelatesto- )

oh btw, Nahida also found joy and comfort in ur stories when she was trapped, they also helped her literally grow as a person bc she had ur stories to help her sort of process the world/what life was like outside of her dreaming prison 🥺💔❤️‍🩹

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OMFG

ANYWAY FULL TONE SHIFT LMFAO-

the ABSOLUTE SPIRAL-RED-STRING-CONSPIRACY-THEORY-BOARD ENERGY IF THIS WAS A BLUNT LANGUAGE AU LMAOOOO

like specifically how Teyvatians like to give all the context ever thru their words, but older deities/beings like you just do simple phrases that can have deeper meanings (whereas teyvat just explains all the meanings behind their words)

STOP there’s like an official display at the Akademiya and Fontaine Institute of red string theory boards 😭😭 (look what you’ve done to themmm LMAO)

for like every story of urs, INCLUDING THE FANFICS STOP

IMAGINE THE SHIPPING WARS IF U EVER WROTE ONE THAT WASNT EXPLICIT OR LIKE ONE OF THE MAIN ROMANTIC INTERESTS HAD CHEMISTRY WITH OTHER CHARACTERS HAHAHAHAA

that's actually what Akademiya scholars argue about the most viciously, it’s like politics you can’t just bring up ships from ur stories casually in regular convos 💀

(poor Cyno has to deal with a shipping war once a year bc someone always makes the mistake of reading ur work for the first time (without being told to not talk to others abt ships lol) and it starts an all out brawl in the cafeteria every time LMAO)

Also yes.

Cyno is a fanboy.

(he has read Creator x Reader-insert fanfiction.)

(As have most of the characters mentioned, and those not lol)

…

(I'm gonna make a whole Creator x reader fanfic post one day i stg lmao)

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an iced coffee? for me?? :0

ok but real talk…

wtf do you guys wanna see for new years!!

i didn't do a inktober/october days thingy bc i felt too unprepared (and bc id wanted to post that 1000+ followers eldritch au for Halloween)

but now i kinda wanna, at least for a few days :o

ill post a poll in a minute, so check it out!! but still, please feel free to comment some ideas here! :)

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[jdbellingham]

LIGHT SWITCH

pairing : jude bellingham x reader

requests are open!!

word count: 472 (this is short lol)

summary: after being stood up time and time again, you finally give up on Jude.

warnings: cussing, angst

“IM SICK OF us being on and off like a fucking light switch!” She yelled, throwing her hands down. She gazed into Jude’s dark brown eyes which mirrored her own, large glistening pools about to overfill with tears. She could almost make out her own reflection in them, knowing that he could probably make himself out in hers.

“I’m sorry,” Jude replied, his voice quivering. Like a crackling fire, his voice was on the verge of fading into a faint whisper. His fingers clenched tightly into balled fists, fingernails digging crescent shaped wounds into his palm.

He watched as the girl he had loved since 12th year stared at his hands, then subconsciously tucked them behind his back. Flexing them to make sure there was still circulation.

“Jude I don’t want to do this,” She said, this time her voice slower and softer, comparatively gentle to the harsh words she had spoke just a few moments before. “But I have to, because I don’t want you to think that leaving me in front of restaurants and theatres time after time again, alone- is okay. And-”

“Y/n please,” Jude interrupted, his entire being was pleading, he would’ve dropped to his knees if she wanted him to. “I have loved you since i was 17, and I know at times I seem like a complete idiot, and I know for a fact I don’t deserve you. But I love you, Y/n L/n. I love you. And I’ll be damn stupid to let you leave. You are wonderful, and you are astoundingly smart,you are everything any man wants, and could ask for. But most of all, you are you. You are the girl who inspires me to change, you are the girl who I look forward to seeing every second of the day, and you are the person who not only makes people their best selves, you are the person who makes me, me. Y/n please just stay, I’ll make everything up to you, I’ll-”

This time it was Y/n who interrupted Jude, she had-had enough. She couldn’t take anymore before she would cave. One more word of his monologue and she would’ve folded before him and she’d have been the one begging for forgiveness.

“Jude,” Y/n began, and his sweet doe eyes lit up with hope,

“No,”

The light in his eyes vanished and the sound of his breath hitching filled the silence.

“Goodbye, Jude,” She said, the tears which she had held at bay for so long finally slipping down her face, and slowly but quite noticeably the tears multiplied. One tear became another, and suddenly her cheeks were streaked with warm salty drops. She quickly realized, and wiped what she could off, before whipping around and beginning to walk away.

And as much as she hated admitting it, she had hoped Jude would’ve stopped her.

do you guys want pt 2? feel free to send me suggestions!!

note: idk what this trash is, and ik i didn’t put it on the list of upcoming fics but I need to post smth bc my other fic is giving me writers block. anyway yeah don’t expect short stuff like this very often :)

TAKING REQUESTS!!!

[porcalinecunt]

𝐈 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐘 — 𝐏𝐓 𝟐

✟ 𝐇𝐀𝐊𝐊𝐀𝐈, 𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐘𝐀, 𝐊𝐎𝐊𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐈, 𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐈

✟ 𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅

𓂅 ✧ tokyo revengers boys kissing their boyfriend for the first time + finding out they like boys

𝐜𝐰 — some suggestive themes. biting (kokonoi!). more tooth rotting fluff.

𝐚/𝐧 ❥ yup, more gay hc’s bc im gay and i do what i want on this acc AHA— but anyways, yall wanted a pt 2 thanks to the poll i posted a long while ago. sorry for the delay, life got busy and i’ll probably have slower updates for now. enjoy! 🤍

𝐇𝐀𝐊𝐊𝐀𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐀

gay panic

poor baby is weak around pretty boys!

always had eyes on you ever since you accidentally bumped into him trying to find the bathroom.

you were a good friend of yuzuha, so it’s no surprise you’d see hakkai a lot.

every time she’d invite you over to study, hakkai would have to lock himself in his room. so you wouldn’t see his beat red face.

despite that, you curiosity got the better of you.

you’d start to pay more attention to the blue haired boy, looking his way and smiling at him innocently.

you cannot lie, you love the way he practically melt when you look at him. hiding his face to avoid embarrassment, but only drawing you closer.

the gap between you two would close however, when one night, yuzuha would run out to grab some snacks. it was only you and hakkai sitting the the living room.

despite the effort, you two couldn’t ignore one another forever. one thing lead to another, and suddenly, you were talking to him.

maybe the topic of crushes comes up? to your surprise, hakkai revealed that he never had a romantic partner. sure, he did have a few crushes, mitsuya being one of them. however, he could never muster up the courage to say anything.

the both of you knew what the other was trying to say, there was no point in hiding it anymore. not with hakkai’s pink cheeks and your flushed face.

“you like me, don’t you?” you’d asked an already flustered hakkai.

there’s was no point in denying it anymore, he could only utter the word “yes.”

moving your face closer to his, you hear his breath hitch and his cheeks grow beat red. awaiting your lips to make contact with his.

it wasn’t anything intense, a quick peck that becomes a smooch when you grabbed his face and presses it closer to yours. his face was hot against your hands.

it only lasted a couple seconds, before you pulled away, meeting a flustered hakkai.

“c-can you do that again?”

𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐘𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈

absolute heartthrob!

it’s no surprise that a couple guys would end up crushing hard on him, including you.

after passing by his club a couple times, you couldn’t help but peer in. curious to see why mitsuya was so popular with the girls. safe to say, you got your answer.

you also decided to join the club, despite you never touching a sewing machine in your life.

despite constantly pricking your fingers, messing up a couple threads, mitsuya never once lost patience with you.

your heart flutters every time mitsuya speaks with you, whether he helps you with the sewing machine or small talk, hearing his voice only made you fall deeper in love with him.

so it's no surprise when one afternoon, you decided to shoot your shot at the club leader.

it was only you and him alone in the clubroom, since you stayed over to help him clean up.

however, as the time to leave inches closer and closer, you still couldn't spit it out. your mind became a train of thoughts that discouraged you from confessing.

you feared the thousands of possibilities of your confession going wrong, maybe he isn't into guys? does he only see you as a friend?

just when mitsuya was about to leave, you quickly stopped him before he could walk through the door.

impulsively, and messily, you finally told him the truth through stutters and shake hands. your face grew hotter and hotter from embarrassment.

shutting your eyes, you braced yourself for the rejection, when you felt a soft hand touch yours. looking up, you practically jumped when mitsuya's was near yours.

you froze when his lips touched yours, it was gentle and sweet. the taste of berry chapstick kissed your tongue, as you loose yourself to him.

pulling away, you could barely look at him in the eye. this is not how you'd get your answer, then again, you weren't complaining.

"wanna walk home with me, love?"

𝐇𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐊𝐎𝐊𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐈

my favorite bisexual ♥

you didn't pull him, he pulled you!

a couple of flirtatious remarks and even more flirtatious texts was enough to sweep you off your feet and into his arms.

but even then, you have yet to give him your first kiss.

it's a bit laughable, but poor you couldn't even look at koko without getting ridiculously flustered.

however, koko enjoyed having such a shy boyfriend.

as much as you try, he knows you'll never initiate a kiss. no matter how much you claim to or would want to "prove it", Koko can already imagined you melting into a puddle.

your first kiss with him would be a surprise.

the both of you are on one of your typical dated, ending with a simple walk through the park.

while he was talking, you were barely listening on what he was saying as you kept staring at his lips. the urge to just give them a quick peck almost took over, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

“hey, are you even listening?”

koko snapped you out of your trance, now his whole body is facing yours.

gazing into those eyes of his made you want to scream, trying to find a way to break it without it getting awkward.

“why the red face? i know you wanna kiss me love.”

your heart was pounding at this point. he was right, you did want to steal a kiss from him. but how could you?

cold fingertips touched your warm cheeks, which only got hotter as he rested his palms on them. your mind was running in circles at that point. the only thing you could do is shut your eyes as your boyfriend finally did the very thing you couldn't do.

what you didn't expect was a a bite to the earlobe, forcing a yelp out of you and clinging onto his shoulders.

beyond flustered to even look at him, he could only laugh at your reaction. something he both expected and enjoyed.

"what's the matter? shy?"

𝐒𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐔 𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐈

scary boyfriend who loves you!

despite all your doubts, you somehow managed to score a date with inui. boy oh boy, did that man flick a switch in you.

similar to kokonoi, you have yet to steal your first kiss with him despite dating for a good two years now.

only difference is, inui is the shy one!

attempts to kiss him ends with his hand over your lips, all while he tries to hide his flustered face and reddened cheeks.

of course, that never stopped you. it surely didn’t on the night of a certain date.

sitting in the car after spending the evening at a diner, you two were just talking, occasionally staring into one another before one of you got too shy.

suddenly an idea came over your head.

maybe you two are doing a at home date, snuggling and watching a movie. inui loves physical affection, so it’s natural for him to be a cuddle bug!

at one point, you snuggle extra close to him. maybe plant a little kiss on his shoulder.

he notices, a pink hue begins to form on his cheeks. you would keep going, kissing his shoulder up to his cheek. till he turned his head around, and you stole the opportunity.

the kiss was sudden, until inui succumbed to it.

it was slow and passionate, with you resting your hands on his shoulders to calm his tense nerves.

pulling away, inui was more flustered then before. however, he cracked a small smile before looking down at your hands that were now holding his.

“that was…better then i could imagine. 🤍”

[paperstorm]

Tagged by @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @thisbuildinghasfeelings @strandnreyes @carlos-in-glasses and @lemonlyman-dotcom, thanks loves 💛

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“Shit,” Carlos hisses, teeth digging lightly into TK’s shoulder as TK feels him come unexpectedly, hips twitching and breathing heavily into TK’s skin. 

TK exhales shakily. He takes Carlos’s hand, threading their fingers together and holding them against his own stomach as Carlos pants behind him and TK blinks in the darkness.

“Sorry,” Carlos whispers, kissing TK’s shoulder in apology.

“It’s okay,” TK whispers back. He turns his head, craning his neck to capture Carlos’s lips in a kiss. “Love the way that feels, even through the condom.”

They haven’t done it any other way they’ve been here, it’s gone unsaid but TK gets the sense Carlos is terrified of Owen finding dried come in the sheets, but TK meant what he said anyway.

Carlos lets go of his hand his fingers trail lower, wrapping around TK’s cock and stroking slowly. “What can I do for you?”

“Just this.” TK clenches around Carlos’s still hard cock inside him, grinding back against it with small rolls of his hips so it rubs his prostate as Carlos strokes him.

“I wanted to make you …”

“This feels so good, baby,” TK interrupts. He kisses Carlos, hard and dirty, feeling satisfyingly close to him as Carlos’s fist slides over his over sensitive cock.

“Okay.” Carlos’s tongue drags along his and when TK comes a minute later it’s slower and quieter than it could have been, but it still washes warm waves of pleasure over his body, cradled in Carlos’s embrace.

When Carlos finally pulls out of him and gets up, he reaches over the side of the bed and wraps a hoodie around his waist like it’s a bath towel. TK watches him move across the room, watches as Carlos peeks out through a crack in the door before he slips out and toward the bathroom.

TK exhales noisily, rolling onto his back and staring up at the shadowy ceiling. He lets his fingers drum on his own stomach for a moment, before he props his head up on one hand, tugging the sheet up over his waist, and waits. Carlos returns after a few minutes, a sheepish expression on his face as he quickly slips back into their room and locks the door behind him. He removes the hoodie and tosses it toward the hamper, and TK whistles suggestively at him as Carlos’s fully nude form is revealed again. Even in darkness he’s stunning, shoulders broad and hips narrow and softened cock heavy between his legs.

“Keep it down,” he whisper-laughs, going to the bureau for a clean pair of boxers before climbing back into bed with TK. He never sleeps naked, here. TK does all the time, but Carlos is always careful to at least be wearing underwear.

He rolls over him, pressing TK back into the mattress and kissing him.

“Can’t help it,” TK murmurs into their kiss. “I’m sleeping with the fucking sexiest guy in the whole state.”

Carlos doesn’t answer. He kisses TK slowly, lazily, and then drags his lips along TK’s jawline and barely whispers, “M’sorry I … next time I’ll do it right.”

TK doesn’t understand what he’s talking about for a moment, until he realizes and a knot forms in his stomach. “Baby,” he murmurs, smoothing his hand over Carlos’s messy, sweat-damp curls. “You’re good. I had fun, we’re good.”

When Carlos stays silent, TK shoves him playfully back and rolls on top of him.

He kisses Carlos roughly, teasing, “We could go again if you really wanna make it up to me.”

They both freeze as the sound of footsteps on the stairs shatter the mood. Neither move a muscle until the sound disappears, TK’s father having reached the top and heading toward his own bedroom at the other end of the hall.

Carlos’s hands fall away from TK’s back and TK sighs and rolls off him. They lie next to each other in silence for a minute, until Carlos again whispers, “I’m sorry.”

TK squeezes his eyes shut and his hands into fists at his side just for a second, and then he shifts back over and snuggles into Carlos’s arms, head resting on his chest. 

“You don’t need to be sorry,” TK tells him, kissing Carlos’s nipple and then setting in his embrace. “We’re okay.”

“Okay,” Carlos answers. He holds TK close and kisses TK’s forehead, and TK can’t tell if Carlos believes him but he nuzzles into him and closes his eyes and doesn’t ask.

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[lorillee]

you should think about von karma-edgeworth piano au forever and then talk to me about it forever. nudges your shins with my nose like a small cat hi. hello. hi.

-karmaicperfection

ok thank you for indulging me @karmaicperfection 😭😭😭 i started answering this and then got IMMEDIATELY interrupted for like a good solid hour but anyways. obviously this is like spitballing concepts for an au but i think the easiest way to take this is frankly just . incredibly adjacent to your lie in april (an anime which, if you have not seen, you should absolutely 10000000% go watch because im clinically insane about it and it is quite possibly my most favorite anime other than one piece . speaking of i should rewatch it again soon. anyways) except without the romance (which like. To Be Honest i think ylia would have done better without but WHATEVERRRR i suppose the romance is the hook for the average viewer) and obviously adjusted for character dynamics.

so obviously manfred is like world famous virtuoso classical pianist, born a prodigy baby, got private tutoring from some insanely famous pianist, and never lost a competition - plays always 1000000% to the score and never deviates an inch and to even entertain the idea is nothing short of heretical. since generally competitions are going to be judged by how perfectly the pianist plays, manfred always wins even if somebody else has a more interesting or frankly better interpretation of the piece. the main problem here is how the heck he's supposed to cheat since the thing with piano competitions and performances is like you either know the piece or you dont you cant cheat on that so maybe he's just like bribing the judges to favor perfection as opposed to their personal preference. i think he'd be a huge tchaikovsky & rachmaninoff & chopin kind of guy like tell me the revolutionary is not EXACTLY the kind of thing manfred would be playing (like those ending chords ??? you cannot tell me you cant just see him going absolutely ham)

naturally then gregory is another world famous virtuoso classical pianist, but instead of following the score 1:1 he puts a lot more emphasis on personal interpretation - he's very very popular with the people, but in competitions he's always divisive with the judges since some of them are real sticklers for sticking to the dynamics written on the page while others are more open to whatever he's doing. im thinking his taste probably falls more under beethoven & bach & mozart & chopin. i guess during some competition he somehow finds out that a few of the judges were being bribed & reveals this to the public and the Elevator Incident goes as per canon.

miles is like eight i think at that point so he's been taking piano for a few years but since when youre like eight your hands really arent big enough to be playing anything terribly hard, gregory's influence hasnt been set in stone yet - manfred obviously begins imparting the "The Score Is Absolute" mentality onto him. i think he'd also be a lot more strict on teaching music theory (something admittedly i never actually learned like anything about because i was huuuuuge brat and blatantly refused to do the workbooks my teacher gave me and i guess she just gave up 😭😭😭) than gregory. as far as miles' personal preferences go i think hed like chopin & debussy & tchaikovsky & bach. franziska is obviously also baby prodigy girl - she's absurdly competitive and very much a "practicing 8 hours a day minimum" kind of girl. her preferences are anything loud fast and difficult (1) more fun to play 2) gives her the opportunity to show off 3) much more rewarding upon mastery) so very very much a beethoven & rachmaninoff & chopin kind of girl, but also i think miles would give her an appreciation for slower & more sensitive pieces

anyways so i guess in this au phoenix would also be a WAIT LOLLLL hes already a pianist in canon. sorry the fact that that stupid pub he works in literally has a steinway baby grand in it and all phoenix does is complain about having to play it like. grabs you. throws you to the side. scoot over and let me PLAYYYYYYYYYYY .anwyays. anyways ok this is literally the premise of your lie in april but i guess phoenix was inspired to take up piano after hearing miles play when he was like 7 at some school talent show thing and like keeps tabs on him as he rises through the piano world but is distraught to find out miles has abandoned the art of actual interpretation in favor of sticking religiously to the script and through competitions teaches him the value of making the piece truly yours to impart some actual message and feeling to the audience instead of playing like a robot. of course this au isnt about him so thats like all im going to say on that

wait oh theres a problem here. if manfred kills gregory how in the world does that get resolved . ummmmmmm . hm. ok whatever lets just table that for now its not important. actually objectively the funniest way for this au to go is to give it the exact same amount of murder and melodrama and stakes as in the normal series except everybodys a pianist for some reason. this is incredibly tangential im getting wildly off track here but like klavier has the exact same huge fanbase of hormonal teenage girls except hes just like playing schumann. godot is like a jazz pianist that they keep letting enter into these classical piano competitions for some reason. the detectives are their accompanists? many thoughts. okay side tangent over lets get back to the main point here

franziska's arc in aa2 would probably still be the same re: even after manfred's gone she still sticks rigidly to the dynamics written on the score to the point of technical perfection, but completely lacking in personal emotion & interpretation - phoenix's repeated wins over her not due to his sticking to the score but rather to the brilliancy of his interpretations keep rooting up the beliefs that have been absolutely ingrained into her from birth, and miles helps her realize that to be honest actually having something to say when playing a piece is an artistic improvement over being The Most Accurate To The Score. and now i just want to draw everybody at the piano

[jenyifer]

Breaking Boston pt4

Pt1 Mew Pt2 Ray Pt3 Nick’s Love

im going to talk about episode 12 discussing all the ways they destroyed my favorite boy (so I can process heal) and how I’ll tell you guys how I’d fix things.

I have no idea why they did this. The skate date in general is actually Fucked on a second watch. The audience is supposed to believe Boston is too much for Nick. He’s just too much in general and Nick isn’t a good fit for him. That Boston won’t be there for him. That Boston would leave Nick and enjoy himself alone. Anyways after the cut I’m going to talk about the scene before the star gazing cause that has to be in its own bullshit post. You don’t want to know or care that’s okay skip this one

I want to talk about the date idea in general. Boston wanting to do something vintage is on brand but things were new to him too. He wanted to face a challenge with Nick by his side. Nick gives up almost immediately because? Nick was scared? My Nick? Scared? No. He’s brave he’s done crazy shit for Boston. Boston holding him while they try together. My Nick would have loved that… Boston wanting to do things for the first time with Nick? Symbolic don’t you think? Nick would have seen Boston’s date idea for what it was. A sweet attempt to give Nick what he wanted Boston’s firsts Boston’s insecurities.

Jenny’s fix: Boston won’t leave Nick. If Nick fell Boston would catch him and suggest they go slower. Or Boston would suggest he can take photos of Nick instead. Let Boston Show Nick How BEAUTIFUL he is. How much Boston wants to be next to Nick.

Boston’s confidence won Nick back? Is Nick Atom now? Atom was the one dazzled by Boston’s confidence. Nick could see past the confidence to who Boston really was. The reason Nick was on the same Level as Boston is that he could see under the surface. They clearly saw eachother. Episode 12 Nick loses the ability to see Boston IMMEDIATELY? how does this make sense everyone? I never wanted to bring up Atom again but did Nick catch the dumbass eyes from him when they kissed? Scary new STD acquired.

Also. Boston Babe. Nick came back to you because you genuinely promised him you’d take better care of him. Boston tried to prove to Nick he was sorry. Boston truly missed Nick and could finally see him because now they loved eachother on the same step. Did you see Boston being confident? No. I’ve done eye analysis on it here go go look at him. BOSTON WAS SCARED NICK WASNT GOING TO TAKE HIM BACK. Boston wasn’t confident he was not sure Nick should take him back.

Jenny’s fix: Boston telling Nick he’s so extremely cute. Nick joking with Boston about being there for his first time on rollerskates asking him if there is any other firsts Boston wants to try. Flirtations ensue.

[tickle-bugs]

hi so. uhm. I know requests are closed but I have bad memory problems and know I probably won't remember this if I don't send it in now so I'm just leaving this here for you to find later. again, apologies. blame my stupid brain jaja. anyway yeah uh sorry this is so long now its awkward uh I just wanted some kylo ren headcanons please? he's my favorite and there's literally 0 tickle content of him anywhere so I'd really appreciate it. <3

hey there! i accept headcanon requests pretty much always (so long as they're in one of my current fandoms), but prompt requests for fics are closed. so you're good! im also team memory problems. it's part of why i'm away from here so often. so i empathize <3

let's assume this is a zuko-esque au where they rehab Ben like a particularly troublesome shelter cat and he's able to regain the trust of everyone else. Like Finn's arc but more hardcore considering *gestures to Kylo's backstory lol*. HCs under the cut!

okay first off...he has a really nice smile. when he smiles with his teeth, his eyes crinkle at the corners. his whole face warms and he kinda ducks his head. naturally this means he would rather be executed than ever allow a living soul to see it

his laugh sneaks up on him. he's all about maintaining control and composure but unfettered joy always just blows past his defenses. He's a "HA!" and then silent, muffled laughter kinda guy <3

idk why but i feel in my spirit that if he giggles, he hiccups. its rare for him to giggle but i think he gets stuck in it and its cute.

part one of ben rehabilitation project: getting this guy some normal clothes. he starts dressing more casually. he's still like an awkward, angry duckling, but he seems much more approachable. He washes his hair (poe sources good curl care for him to get some volume back in that mop)

For the first while of defecting to the Resistance, he's sorta a dark shadow. Doesn't talk, doesn't leave his room, etc. But as he does start to follow Finn, Poe, and Rey around, he does notice their closeness. The casual touch. He envies it.

It takes a little while, but slowly Rey starts including him in on jokes. Finn and Poe are slower to forgive, often making jokes at his expense, but...Ben's treacherous flares of temper start to subside. He gets used to quietly listening and smiling but knows better than to assume he's included. Shadowing them becomes a gift.

Ben's not sure when Poe and Finn start talking to him and acknowledging he's there, but he absolutely does notice Poe jabbing him in the ribs for not 'paying attention'. He passes it off as being startled but he can feel Rey's mind hovering at the edge of his own, keen as ever, like Ben Solo I Know What You Are (ticklish)

Finn, Poe, and Rey deliberate for a week about how exactly to go about this (Ben gets cagey. why are they whispering?) and eventually Poe is just like. look. i've got credits on this. you ticklish?

i am team 'Ben goes completely red when flustered'. just top to bottom imperial red. Poe asks him this and he turns into a fucking tomato. gives the world's most unconvincing no. and it is Rey who (very gently) proves him wrong, thus opening the floodgates to bully him over time.

Ben gets used to Poe's arms thrown over his shoulders, Finn leaning on him, or Rey tucking herself into his side. He literally never gets used to the tickling fingers seeking softness he thought he'd long crushed away

he gets very good at paying attention to a briefing while slapping way/wrestling with Finn, Poe, AND Rey's hands. laser focused.

Ben is usually a teasing voice on the sidelines when the trio gets up to tickly shenanigans, but i am a HUGE fan of Poe getting comfy and talking shit and Ben just looping his arms under Poe's and holding him for Finn and Rey to go to town. To win Ben's favor is to win a tickle fight. Finn is very good at this. Ben sides with him bc its the funniest option (and Poe's dramatic, betrayed gasps are the best).

He is so good at reading people and so specific in teasing. Such a scary ler but also very funny? He's very deadpan and witty. It's always unexpected. his parents really shine thru in him when he's up to mischief

Rey and Ben engage in long distance Force warfare that literally always ends in one of them slumped against the wall giggling. Finn learns to manipulate the Force and things get wild lol

Ben's palms are ticklish. I know this to be true.

He is fucking impossible to take down. Finn, Rey, and Poe have to tactically coordinate to ambush him. He's got a sixth sense for their bullshit. But! once he goes down he just kinda deflates. One person is the designated 'hold Ben's wrists' guy bc he always tries to hide his face

big fan of Ben giving Rey piggyback rides. Rey is a spider monkey to me. 50/50 Ben starts tickling her knees or Rey starts tickling his ears and they both collapse

love the idea of these four always being physically connected. esp since Ben is the tallest (i think). hes taking a nap and the trio just panini presses him into the mattress. their dogpiles always end in laughter or the best fucking naps ever. sometimes both

[nyotamalfoy]

First Impressions Pt. 2

Ram Charan x fem!reader

a/n: IM SO SORRY FOR BEING SO LATE IN POSTING THIS! I actually have my last exam tomorrow and i now realise i should probably be studying for that but here we are :) this is actually a bit longer than part 1 but oh well, hope you enjoy!

again, no disrespect to his wife obv

warnings: harassment, swearing (like 2 words)

Part 1 || Part 2

-Previously-

Suddenly, she hears a voice, a very familiar voice, before feeling a presence behind her.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

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“Ram, hurry up! Kabse wait kar rahe hai yaar hum.” (Ram, hurry up! We’ve been waiting for so long, dude.)

“You don’t need to shout Tarak, I’m right here, in front of you, not even 3 metres away,” Ram playfully glowered at him while lacing his boots up properly.

“Well, he’s not wrong though, we have been waiting for so long. Even I got ready before you and it’s my friend we’re going to see,” Alia chimed in, coming to stand next to Tarak.

“Exactly, it’s your friend and we’re meeting her for the first time. First impressions matter, you know,” Ram says in a serious voice that contrasts with the comical expression on his face.

“Are you sure it’s only that? Nothing else?” Tarak questions him accusingly, with a sly smile on his face. He had seen the way Ram’s expression had changed and watched as his face lit up when Alia showed them Y/N’s photos for the first time. Tarak knew his brother was excited to meet this girl and going by Alia’s opinion of her, she really did sound like a pure soul.

Ram stood up, all ready to go, and looked at both of them with a bored expression, “Tum dono ki bakwaas khatam ho gayi ho toh chalein?” (If both of you have finished talking bullshit, can we go?)

Tarak and Alia shared a knowing look as they watched Ram lower his head trying to hide the faint colour in his cheeks. But he played it off really cool and like his usual calm and collected self, he walked to the door and held it open for them.

“I see, chivalry is not dead,” Alia says as she thanks him and smirks to herself. 

“Shut up.”

They decided to just take Ram’s car as they were all going together anyway. He also chose to drive himself and not call his driver tonight because the restaurant wasn’t too far away from their hotel.

“Do you think she’ll like this surprise? Like we were meant to meet her tomorrow and today was just going to be you two catching up?” Ram glances at Alia in the rear-view mirror and asks her.

He had started to rethink this, what if Y/N got upset that they crashed her and Alia’s reunion? What if it got really awkward because they had nothing to talk about? What if she didn’t like him?

He was suddenly pulled back to reality when Alia replied, “Chill, yaar, we’ll tell her our whole thought process na like you guys wanted to go to the same restaurant and we were going to go together tomorrow anyway so we just thought to move it up to today. And about us catching up, tum dono humko baat nahi karne doge kya?” Her phone buzzed and she paused to read the message, then continued sarcastically, “Can you drive any slower? She’s reached there already.” (“…us catching up, won’t you two let us talk?”).

Ram shook his head with a small smile, the worry dissipating a bit after Alia’s reassurance. He just wanted to make a good first impression, he didn’t know why he cared so much but something pulled him to her, like a sort of connection which he couldn’t name yet. It was the reason why he had butterflies in his stomach just by thinking about her.

“Accha hum pohonch gaye. Tu kahan jaa raha hai!” Tarak said, his voice raising at the end as he looked at the restaurant passing by. He turned to Ram and noticed that he didn’t even hear him. He snapped his fingers in front of Ram’s face and watched as he whipped his head towards him. (“Okay, we’ve reached. Where are you going!”)

“Huh? Kya hua?” (“Huh? What happened?”)

Tarak told him that they passed the restaurant and shook his head as he turned towards Alia to make sure she witnessed the same thing he did. Judging by the smirk on her face, she was definitely thinking along the same lines as him.

They finally got out of the car and walked across the parking lot towards the door. They waited in line at the podium just like everyone else and took the time to take a look around them, pleasantly assessing their choice of place for tonight.

Ram felt a strange uneasy feeling as soon as he stepped foot inside the ambient restaurant. He couldn’t quite place a finger on it, but he knew something was off, his eyes subtly scoping out the floor and the public. He leaned over Tarak’s shoulder to glance at the blind spot in his assessment, the bar area. And he knew.

He was seldom wrong in his gut feelings and this time wasn’t an exception. Ram grit his teeth at the scene playing in front of him. People will never change, he thought as the girl leaned back uncomfortably to put some distance between her and the man, who still, if his hand placement on her back was anything to go by, hadn’t taken the hint that she wasn’t at all interested.

Ram had only taken a step out of the line to get to the bar before Tarak asked him where he was going. He nodded towards the situation without taking his eyes off of them and his eyes widened as the man turned the girl’s bar stool towards him. The girl’s face came into view, and he blanched.

“Alia, is that her?” Alia followed Ram’s line of sight and gasped. The man had his hands on Y/N’s neck, and he wasn’t showing any signs of stopping. The fear on her face was fuelling Ram’s anger. 

They were called next in line to the podium, but it fell on deaf ears as Ram started towards the bar, Alia a step behind him. Tarak quickly talked to the hostess before following his friends. He couldn’t believe that disgusting man’s audacity to harass a girl like this in a busy restaurant and he also couldn’t believe how no one else had noticed anything wrong. But then again, he wasn’t at all surprised.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Ram hands were itching to straight up punch the guy, Alia’s hand on his elbow was the only thing stopping him from doing just that. He stared at the man’s hand still resting menacingly on Y/N’s neck.

“Who are you to ask me th-” The man arrogantly started to reply.

“Haath hata,” Tarak interrupted him, his voice eerily calm and his face emotionless, though you could see his eyes raging with anger. (“Move your hand.”)

“Nahi toh? Kya karloge tum log? Behen lagti hai kya tumhari?” He asked with a disgusting tone to his voice.

Ram felt the white-hot anger pulsing through his body. Alia took her hands off him and smirked at the man. “Y/N, come with me.” She watched as Y/N slowly turned her watery eyes away from the ground and looked at her. Alia helped her off the stool and slip out of the man’s hands as he watched in disbelief.

“Where do you think you’re taking her?” He held out a hand to stop them but soon found it to be a mistake as Tarak grabbed that hand and twisted it behind his back. He didn’t even get a chance to let out a scream as Ram slapped him open-handed across his face sending him straight to the floor.

Y/N watched, her lips slightly parted, as the man did not get up. Alia looked at Y/N’s face and let out a faint smile before turning her attention back to the two handsome men walking towards them leaving the sorry excuse for a human on the floor behind them unconscious.

“Are you okay?” Ram asked, snapping Y/N out of her reverie. She blinked rapidly to get back to her senses before finding the strength to answer.

“Yeah, I think,” She nodded slowly with a question mark apparent on her face. She wanted to cry thinking of the first time something like this happened and how there was no one there to save her then. But she looked at Alia standing by her side, then at Ram and Tarak and felt tears of relief building up in her eyes. “I really don’t know how to thank you guys, I-”

“Hey, hey, hey. You’re okay, we’re here now.” Tarak went to lay his hands on her shoulders to comfort her but hesitated realising that the girl had just met them for the first time and might not be comfortable with someone touching her in any way.

Thankfully for him, Alia took over and put her arm around Y/N’s shoulders shushing her softly as she sniffled and struggled to control her emotions.

Ram watched all this with an unreadable expression, he knew there was something deeper hidden within her past and this particular incident seemed to have triggered those memories. He wanted to ask her, but he knew this was not the time for that. He wanted to hug her and keep her safe in his arms forever. His hands itched to hold her, but he couldn’t bring himself to move.

Y/N slowly looked up from Alia’s shoulder and wiped her tears. She looked around and let out a sheepish laugh, still sniffling.

“Quite the first impression huh?” Y/N said turning her eyes to the floor again. “Let’s start again. Hi, I’m Y/N, really nice to meet you guys.”

Ram looked down at her hand outstretched for a handshake and his eyes shone with a hint of pity at how good she was at pushing aside her emotions. He looked back up at her eyes and let out a small smile seeing a slightly brighter tinge to them.

Tarak stared at Ram waiting for him to shake her hand, but he didn’t move a muscle. They were quite content staring into each other’s eyes. He looked at Alia and smiled mischievously, she widened her eyes and furiously shook her head at him. Tarak was not going to let this one slide, so he grabbed Y/N’s outstretched hand from where it was in front of Ram with both his hands and shook it enthusiastically. He gave a proper smile when he realised, he had been successful in grabbing both their attentions.

“Hello! My name is Tarak, very nice to meet you too!” He could feel Ram’s annoyed glare on the side of his head at which point he heard Y/N chuckle and he finally let go of her hand.

“Ram,” He put his hand out for Y/N to shake and shifted his gaze back to her, giving her a soft smile.

Y/N couldn’t believe what was happening, she was really shaking hands with one of her biggest celebrity crushes ever and he was looking at her with the cutest expression on his face. Two of her favourite celebrities had saved her from a horrifying ordeal. She tried to compose herself and be normal so as to not embarrass her friend who was the reason behind this though she knew Alia wouldn’t mind it at all.

After a while, they had finished their dinner and decided to go out for dessert. They all piled into Ram’s car and drove to an ice cream stall near a bridge.

“What do you think they’re talking about?” Alia asked Tarak, pointing with her ice cream cone toward Ram and Y/N walking a bit ahead of them on the bridge.

“Probably something deep and meaningful knowing Ram,” Tarak said licking some of his ice cream that was starting to drip down.

“Yeah, I think so too, Y/N is exactly the type for all that talk.” Alia agreed, looking at her friends talking softly.

Little did they know, Ram and Y/N’s conversation was far beyond the realm of meaningful.

“No, but like, if you were actually a worm, what type would you be?” Y/N asked, licking her ice-cream, deep in thought.

“The one that grows into a butterfly,” Ram answered, nonchalantly and without any hint of a joke.

“That’s a caterpillar, but it’s cool. I’d probably be the black ones the curl in on themselves at the slightest touch.”

“Don’t all worms do that though?”

“WAIT-” Y/N’s eyes widened, and she looked up from her ice-cream.

They both looked at each other like they discovered something ground-breaking, and then the very next moment, they burst out laughing.

Meanwhile, a few metres behind them, Alia and Tarak tasted and smelled their ice creams just to check if there was even a hint of alcohol in it, for their friends had taken to sitting haphazardly on the sidewalk holding their stomachs as they laughed without a care in the world.

Alia and Tarak looked at each other then returned their knowing gazes to Ram and Y/N and they too started giggling.

“Quite the first impression indeed.”

a/n: thoughts?

tagging: @burningsheepcrown @dumdaradumdaradum @ramarajusimp @voidsteffy @sulthaaan @nerdreader @thewinchestergirl1208 @budugu @phoenix666stuff @yehsahihai @ramcharam im so sorry if i forgot someone 🥹 pls lmk if u wanna be added/removed

[u1t13z-0cz]

labyrinth's voicelines♱༉‧₊˚.

selection:

- "time for some fun!"

- "time for some chaos!"

- "let's tear it all down!"

waiting for match start:

- "this is boring. i am bored."

- "*crash* oops, i hope that wasn't important."

- "can the countdown happen any slower??"

- "im itching for a fight."

- "i wonder if i can sneak around..."

match start:

- "fiiiinally."

- "lets go!"

- "took long enough."

enemy elimination:

- "haha!"

- "one last shot, just in case."

- "i'm better >:)."

- "TAKE THAT BITCH!!"

- "*laughing*"

on fire:

- "can't stop me now!"

- "time to run!!!!"

- "MORE! MORE BLOOD! MORE CHAOS! MORE FUN!"

being healed:

- "thanks doc."

- "dont worry! im fine with blood."

- "no! i wasn't being careless! it's none of your business anyway."

- "stitches! my favorite..."

- "i could probably do this myself you know,"

respawn:

- "*sigh* lesson learned."

- "ow?"

- "retry,"

- "ughhhh, this is so annoying."

- "they're going to regret that."

- "grr, you're gonna pay for that."

normal:

- "just to ket you know, if you ever fight me, i will be biting you."

- "my favorite color is red. blood red. the freshly spilt color."

- "i wonder what they're planning. best to play it safe, not."

- "i'll make you regret ever messing with me."

- "i may not be as experienced as the rest of my team but i do my job just as well."

- "somethings just have a way of chasing you down, don't they?"

- “yippee!”

- "*noise of fiddling with keys*"

interactions:

- "so, i'm trying to ask everyone this. what's your favorite animal?" - lucio

"sharks or ermines, they're fierce." - labyrinth

- "ahh! nice to finally have you on the team my friend!" - reinhardt

"it was this or death row my guy," - labyrinth

- "where you been all these years?" - cassidy

"oh, here and there. you know, doing my own thing. just like you right?" - labyrinth

"yeah." - cassidy

- "you could have told us you were alive you know." - genji

"nah, i liked being dead. very peaceful." - labyrinth

- "hey sombra~, do you have any secrets for me to buy?" - labyrinth

- "labyrinth, one of my best customers. sorry, not today niño." - sombra

- "aww, that's s alright. just call me when you do :)," - labyrinth

- "you know, i could give you some enhancements on your claws and teeth." - moira

"touch me, and i'll gut you." - labyrinth

- "d.va, how do i get better at video games?" - labyrinth

"lots and lots of practice!" - d.va

"i already practice a lot thoughhh," - labyrinth

"sorry but that sounds like a skill issue." - d.va

- "goddamit-, hey labyrinth?" - cole cassidy

"hm?" - labyrinth

"i lost my damn keys again, you seen 'em?" - cole cassidy

"nope sorry, maybe go ask (insert other teammate)," - labyrinth

"damn," -cole cassidy

- "how're you even still walking around?" - labyrinth

"i might be old, but i'm still strong." - soldier76

"and stupid," - labyrinth

"says the young criminal." - soldier76

- "junkrat, you're funny i like you." - labyrinth

"r-really? huh, that's a new one. people usually just scream and run away." - junkrat

- "you don't look like you eat enough." - soldier76

"i'm doing just fine thank you," -labyrinth

- "i'm telling you, reaper totally listens to metal when he's fighting," - labyrinth

"oh yea? how do you know?" - lucio

" 1. you always gotta have a soundtrack, 2. i mean look at him!" - labyrinth

"true, true," - lucio

[ask-dcf]

Update~

Hello all!~ How you all doing? Personally I’m good uwu Break has been nice. Been doing some reblogs and an ask on a few blogs yes. But I mostly been doing some behind the scenes stuff. Aaaaand joining a fun server to help out in what I can. I’ve also been playing my Pokémon violet game and trying to work on Felly a little. X…D Let’s just say if I ever wanna play her. I need to either homebrew some stuff or make a special curse like sheet. Which is tricky when your dm friend is so damn busy aaaaaaa-I may need to find a new campaign X….D (which is like going to the jungle to hunt for rare birds lol) Anyways I’m sure you are all wondering “Cc… WHERE THE FUCK ARE OUR WHOLESOME BEANS!?” and to that I say….. shut up-NO IM KIDDING LOL. As I said before I needed a bit of a break cuz I was getting overwhelmed a bit with distractions. My adhd mind has a bad habit of replying and looking at anyone who messages or talks to me. And when it’s 6 or 8 people at once I tend to…. X…D go all over the place. Before anyone says I should just go do not disturb and tell people not to talk to me. No. I don’t roll like that. It’s my own fault for spreading myself way too thin. Plus even if it happened twice. I rarely have so many people dm me at once. So I do not plan to change how I message or let people talk to me privately. I will go DND when I feel like I need a sec. But in the end I’ll be just fine.

“that’s nice and all Cc but where our BEANS?”

ASHFKFLDLEN SORRY I RAMBLED XD

Ok for real.

PLANS.

I Will possibly do some more backstage stuff. It will depend on the replies. Especially a certain gaster topic. Buuuut if I lucky today and have the resources I need. I may continue the asks today :3 So if I’m lucky we may see our group finally again uwu just remember to send wholesome asks. And be prepared to face some darkness stuff.

Also….. if all goes well…. Prepare for a special surprise coming TUESDAY so mark your calendars ewe

If you guys wanna send asks to the group now you are absolutely free to ^^ Just note it may be a while and with me having a job I may be a lot slower upon answering them. Till then. Have a safe and loving day all!~

[blnk338]

heyyy so i’m back with more random late night thoughts i am so sorry except that i’m not anyways

okay okay okay sooo since roach is (selectively??) mute he uses BSL and ASL to communicate. but now that he and rigo are exploring each other’s bodies talking and being cutie patooties together, i’d assume that roach like. still communicates non verbally and signs. soooo like how much ASL/BSL does rigo know?? prolly not much BSL i’d assume bc he’s american 🦅🦅🦅 so like could we possibly get a lil scene or blurb or mention where roach is kind of teaching it to him or something?? bc that would literally be so cute IDK 👀👀 IM JUST SAYING QUEEN you do you. we’ll eat that shit up anyways 😌😌

killing me with this ask, anon, truly

rigo's really just hardly getting by, a lot of what he does is read roach's fingersigning and is slowly learning ASL from both reaper and roach

and for you, just for you (and all my other tumblr followers), i will give you a sneak peak at an unedited snippet of c25...

Third time. This is the third time Rigo spelled his name with a 'q' instead of an 'r'. With time to kill between missions, Roach and Rigo made it their shared goal to fully get the former into the saddle, with the simplest of ASL. They'd been doing really well with texts and scribbles on scratch paper (or important documents, but were Price and Gallagher gonna care? Probably not...) But unlike Reaper, who seemed to pick up both ASL and BSL like it was nothing, her counterpart was struggling a lot more. They'd gone over easy stuff like "hello," "hungry," "bitch," "bacon," and "dick," but it was kind of important for Rigo to know his own name.

Gary inhaled slowly, holding his breath for a second before the Californian sheepishly grinned before him. "Fuck up again?" The Brit shook his head and held up his hands, this time much slower than the last, spelling out the shortened name. "R," "I," "G," "O," before his hands settled. He watched as the American's hands were brought up, a determined frown across his features while the green-eyed man sat with a content look.

Rigo was cute, to say the least. Sun-kissed sepia skin with a million and one freckles, big brown doe eyes that glittered when he looked over at Gary, wavy deep-brown-nearly-black hair cut into a mullet that swept around his cheeks in the most handsome of ways, a big toothy grin to match his harmonious laugh-- not to mention how touchy he was-- yet in a way that understood boundaries. Their first introduction was polite, proper, though, without any physical touch. Standing awkwardly on either side of Laswell, they waited for the rest of the 141 to unload off the plane. The blonde woman had translated a quick back and forth between them, but otherwise, Gary noticed he stayed pretty quiet. That was until Reaper had gotten more comfortable. It appeared that when she warmed up to the team, he did too.

Suddenly, Rigo was everywhere. Usually at his friend's hip, but gradually, he was there helping with unloading, eating with the team, joining in on the post-mission barrack parties (Scrabble and scary movies), and even sitting closer to Roach. Gary'd noticed that the guy would occasionally catch his eye, sending him a sweet smile, before going back to jabbing at Reaper, who he'd sometimes call "Grim," "pendejo," or "puta" (whatever that meant). After a short while, Rigo was starting to greet him with half-hugs, claps on the shoulder, and even reaching over to pick a piece of dust or dirt off Gary's goggles. Maybe it was because he was always around Reaper, or perhaps he was just that nice, but it never seemed to bother him that he was always wearing some sort of covering.

Rigo started to sign "R," crossing the wrong finger over the other, stopping to laugh at his own silliness, then returning to signing the correct "R." Shit, he was really nice to look at. Knees touching on Roach's room's carpet, the only light being the shitty lamp in the corner, Gary watched him form the other letters. For some reason, every time the Californian looked up, it was like he was scanning the exposed features of the Brit. Without goggles, his beautiful eyes could be shown to the world, and boy, did Rigo absolutely relish in that.

On the final letter, "O," Rigo mimicked a handjob motion, giggling again as Gary shoved him a little. Instinct suddenly had him grabbing Rigo's hand, forcing his fingers to pause and move into an 'o' shape. There was a pause, a hitch in Rigo's breath, as they both realized how little space there was between their faces. Quiet and still was the world around them for that moment.

Without pulling away, his voice hardly above a whisper, Rigo asked Gary something that'd been itching at the back of his mind for quite some time now. "Hey, do you know, um," he swallowed, he was cute when he was nervous. "What's the sign for..." Slowly, Rigo's hand rose again. "K," "I," "S--"

Before he could even finish the second 's,' Gary'd pulled down the mask, grabbed his face, and slammed their lips together. The American jumped, squeaking a little in surprise, but melted into his touch, hands dropping to hold Gary's waist. Gary felt Rigo press forward, moving easily together, humming into the paler man. Lips breaking from his bright smile, finally pulling back and catching their breaths, they simply basked in one another's light. Shoulders rising and falling quickly, eyes locked onto each other, studying each other's features for just another few seconds before the American cut back in. "I don't think I understood that fully," he purred, lips curling up to crinkle his eyes. "Mind showing me again?"

[astrid19202]

do you have a schedule for your posts?

I’m sorry I don’t have a schedule. Because of the way my job is set up and then college, I write when I’m feeling up to it (or have the time). Like I mentioned, my personal schedule has been bleh lately so new postings will be slower than liked. However, having a schedule might be a good idea to try out.

As of right now, I plan on trying to get done the requests I have received (maybe I can put those into a schedule of what order I plan to post them in, though not scheduled times because that is unknown) and I can update you guys along the way? Let me know what you think either in this post or anonymously (whatever you all are comfortable with).

Also I have to be honest, another thing that’s been kind of making the process slower is I’ve been doubting the things I’ve written lately. Since I’m a bit of a perfectionist in terms of wanting everyone to get enjoyment out of what I write, I don’t want to keep repeating the same actions happening in the writing or certain descriptions of things. But after everyone’s encouragement in wanting me to write again it’s been super helpful and I’m grateful again for all those that support me, so I’ve been pushing that aside as much as possible.

Anyways, on another note I impulsively got tickets to see THE 1975 😭 I don’t regret it one bit and im so excited. It’s on November 3rd so it is very soon. Would you guys like to any pics or vids of that?

Fun Fact, I’ve actually seem 5sos 3 times (first time during SGFG, then Youngblood era) then msost recently on the Take my Hand tour which was AMAZING. I did sound check experience too and ugh they were so pretty to look at it during. If you wanna see some vids from that too lmk! (Also I hope I don’t sound braggy, I’m really happy that I’ve gotten to go to these concerts and am super grateful/humble for the experiences). ☺️

[wonwoonlight]

my way to you / jeon wonwoo | chapter 3

➝ Wonwoo x fem!Reader

➝ rich!AU // heir & heiress!AU // best friends to lovers // idiots to lovers lol // fluff // a lil drama bc why not // somewhat angsty // clicheeeee <3

➝ series warning: OC is Dense with a capital D, so many cliches but idc, implied sexual activities (but no actual smut scenes), eventual suggestive scenes, theyre both idiots, food, insecurity and self doubts, somewhat toxic parents, someone fainted like once, not always proofread am sorry ;-; that’s probably it? tell me if there’s more!

➝ A/N: hi! decided to change the schedule from tue/sat to tue/fri bc tuesday and saturday is too far away lol anyway, i feel like this fic is slower than you guys must've expected so im sorry for that jhdfbsfb anyhow, pls enjoy and, as always, dont hesitate to drop by and share your thoughts with me!

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“What’s wrong this time, son?” His mom asks yet again. She’s not sure how many times Wonwoo has refused to actually pursue the girls she has set him up with. But, then again, she’s his mom and she knows Wonwoo only has his eyes–and heart–on the Yoons’ only daughter.

She can think of a few scenarios on why he hasn’t tried to pursue the heiress either.

“Just not my type,” he shrugs nonchalantly over dinner. He knows this talk was coming the moment his mom calls him over to have dinner on the family house; she has even extended the invitation to you, who was with Wonwoo when she called, but you already promised Jeonghan you’ll eat with him so you make sure instead to invite his mom to lunch one of these days.

“Do you even have a type?” His dad asks, serious and oblivious of his son’s affection towards his childhood friend.

Jinyoung shares a look with his mom, not even bothering to comment on it when Wonwoo simply shrugs and says he’s not looking to be in a relationship now.

“Why do you even keep on setting me up?” he asks, trying his best to bite back the tired and annoyed tone. This is his parents and he has to be polite.

“We’re not getting any younger, son.”

“Then ask Jinyoung to get married? He’s literally the oldest son here,” he offers innocently, earning a glare from his brother. “You’ve been dating Jisoo for what–5 years? Why haven’t you proposed yet?”

“Not your business,” Jinyoung simply answers, stopping the discussion there. “But Wonwoo’s right, Mom. You don’t need to worry about his lovelife. He’s simply not interested for now and you shouldn’t push it.”

Their mom sighs, once again muttering about how she just wants the best for him. Their dad doesn’t fuss too much about it, either because Wonwoo’s the youngest or because Jinyoung’s set with a serious girlfriend anyway.

But Wonwoo figures his mom is probably bored because she doesn’t get to play cupid like her friends. He rarely even agrees when she says she wants to set him up with someone, and the few times he does, it’s because he’s either interested in the family’s company or he already knows the other person isn’t looking for a relationship either.

“Who did you meet anyway?” his brother asks, suddenly curious.

“Han Yerin,” his mom answers instead, eyes twinkling at the thought of playing cupid.

Jinyoung snorts, and at least he still has enough manners to reach for a napkin and close his mouth as he does so. “You couldn’t have chosen a better date for him? What made you agree this time?”

“Mom promised not to set me up on blind dates again until the year ends,” he shrugs, not minding his mother’s pout. “Plus, I heard one of their subholdings is branching to Singapore so I wanted to see if I can prod.”

“You made me promise that,” she sighs dramatically. “Honestly, if it’s not because of that partnership with their company and I already promised her mom, I wouldn’t have agreed with your condition.”

“I’ve always thought you’re bound to get tired already, Mom,” Jinyoung chirps again as he nudges his younger brother for some tissue. “None of the date has seen a second time but you’re still so adamant on setting him up on one.”

Their mother sighs and says something about not stopping until Wonwoo finds himself a girlfriend, because it’s fun and she has never forced Wonwoo to actually date any of them anyway.

Ultimately, it’s his decision if he wants to take things further, and as much as it’s annoying to go on these occasional dates, Wonwoo’s still glad his mom has never pushed him into an actual relationship with any of them.

Deep down, he figures that’s the reason why he goes (albeit reluctantly) to these dates as well; he knows it makes his mom happy and there’s no real commitment behind it. He would never understand how it makes her happy, but that’s really the last of his problems. If anything, at least he gets to dig about their family companies most of the time.

“Speaking of,” their mom speaks up once again. “Have you heard Jennie is returning to Korea some time next week?”

Wonwoo chokes on his food at the mention of her name, with Jinyoung quickly patting him in the back as he tries to calm himself down. The older brother looks at him in concern, his mind floating to you.

He's heard from Jennie herself that she's going to be in Seoul after so long, and between his meetings and reports, he's forgotten to tell his brother about it. It's been quite sometime since the girl is going to stay in her birth country for so long, and the first thing that popped up in his mind when he heard the news was you.

Jinyoung isn’t sure why, but even though you’ve always had a high self-esteem and self-assurance, Jennie Kim is the one exception that makes you feel queasy inside. And if Jinyoung is already worried about this, God knows how Wonwoo is feeling inside.

Jennie is a family friend, one that lives mostly abroad than within the country–even right now she mostly stays in France with her parents. She spent half of her childhood in South Korea, and because her mom is somewhat close with their mom, she often made Jennie play with the Jeon siblings and, by extension, you.

You’ve never explicitly said or even shown that you have any distaste towards the girl, but, even in their young ages, Jinyoung, Wonwoo, and Shua had it in them to notice that you got quiet everytime Jennie was present.

Jinyoung knew Shua had asked about it before, somewhere during your high school holiday when Jennie had suddenly joined the short vacation in Toulouse all of you had been planning for a while. You were so excited when you got off the plane, and Jinyoung still remembers the way you stilled the moment Jennie came to pick you up at the airport as a surprise. Of course she was going to be there, she was living in the country, after all, and she probably heard from Wonwoo’s mom that you're visiting for the holiday.

“Did she tell you anything?” he had asked Shua, his brotherly instinct kicking in after seeing you quiet most of the time when you were the most excited about this trip before.

The younger guy had just shook his head, telling Jinyoung you had refused to tell him if anything’s bothering you. “I… don’t think it’s something she wants to talk about, at least not now. You know she rarely keeps things from me.”

“For what reason?” Jinyoung asks even if he knows already, well aware that Wonwoo’s curious but wouldn’t sound it himself.

“I’m not entirely sure,” their mom answers honestly. “But I think she’s shooting a… photobook? For her portfolio, I suppose.”

It’s to no one’s surprise that Jennie Kim, in line to take over Ruby Corp., is quick to climb up the business ladder and is already a world famous high fashion designer at her young age. She does have the talent for it, and is also very meticulous at everything she does, but everyone knows her parents’ connections get her everywhere quicker than anyone else would.

People (the elders, to be particular) were skeptical at first, not getting why she’d become a designer when her family owns a giant fashion company for her to manage. But Jennie has always loved drawing clothes, has always loved dressing people up too, so when she declared she’d learn their family business while she takes on the challenge to be a high fashion designer, her parents couldn’t really say no to that.

Wonwoo’s mind wanders to you, perhaps Jennie wouldn’t be here for long and you wouldn’t have to meet her.

You’ve never explicitly said anything to him, but Wonwoo knows Jennie makes you uncomfortable. In what way or why, he’s still not sure, but what he’s certain of is he doesn’t like you being uncomfortable and he doesn’t like your eerie silence–they worry him, and Wonwoo has never been good at dealing with his worries when it comes to you.

But your parents have never really cared about this, or maybe they don’t notice their daughter’s obvious discomfort in the Kims’ heiress’ presence, which is why they always make you hang out–if what they consider hanging out is politely meet up–with her everytime you’re in the same city.

It is good publicity, after all.

Jennie doesn’t seem to mind your quietness either. He wonders if she knows you’re not… you in her presence, if Jennie’s simply unbothered, or if she’s making a statement. But at least she doesn’t treat you differently and simply acts like she doesn’t notice that you rarely initiate anything with her.

“–and so you’ll have to take care of her okay?” his mom’s voice brings him back to reality.

“Who?” he blinks in confusion. “Sorry, I missed what you were saying.”

“Jennie will be here for at least two months, Wonwoo,” she repeats patiently, used to her son’s tendency to zone out in the middle of meals. “Take care of her, okay? I know you’re busy but I’ve promised her mom we'll take care of her while she’s here.”

Wonwoo sighs, having an internal battle in his mind. He doesn’t… dislike Jennie, she is still an old friend and she’s actually one of the few people in this society that isn’t hypocritical. She’s pretty nice, actually, and she’s a very good friend to have which is why the whole thing is all the more complicated.

If she had been another spoiled rich kid, it’d be easier to just brush her off and tell his parents he couldn’t spare time to babysit the girl. But Jennie is a good friend, perhaps not a close one, but she’s still a good friend nevertheless and it would just be plain rude if he were to ignore her.

It wouldn’t be polite.

Ironically, everything you do around Jennie is just polite. You’ve always been fiery for as long as Wonwoo has known you, but whatever fire you have within you has never appeared in front of her. You don’t get quiet around people unless you dislike them that much, and Wonwoo knows you don’t harbor any ill feelings towards the other girl–it’s not apathy either, and it’s the one and only thing that Wonwoo has never managed to figure out about you.

“Invite her to lunch or dinner once she arrives, okay?”

The finality in his mom’s voice tells him he’s got no choice either way.

“Hey Won.” You close the door of his office.

It’s past lunch, somewhere around 3PM, and you’re here after your last meeting of the day; you’ve still got a lot of documents to review, but Chan, Wonwoo’s secretary, has called you earlier because Wonwoo’s in one of his mood and hasn’t left his office at all, which is concerning. You’ve given him the go to call you everytime it happens, and you’re certain it is bad because Chan has never taken that option unless he really has to.

“Did Chan call you?” he grumbles from his desk, a frown evident in his face.

“No, I was just in the area after a meeting,” you lie easily, searching for his face. “Have you eaten lunch?”

Wonwoo makes a sound from the back of his throat that you don’t really know how to translate, but it doesn’t matter because you’re set on making him stop working anyway. Even from where you’re sitting, it’s clear that his whole body is tense; he’s trying his best to keep it together even though he’s burnt and stressed out.

“Are they urgent?” you softly ask as you make your way to him. “Think you can accompany me out for a bit?”

He’s really not in the mood to go out, though spending time with you does sound much more appealing than staying here with this hell of a workload. To top it off, people have been pissing him off since morning so his mood is completely sour to the point where even Chan is staying away from him.

He’s about to reject your offer though, because he still has a lot of work to do and he really doesn’t want to lash out on you by accident. But how can he when you’re looking at him like that? When you’re standing right beside him and your thumb is softly caressing his shoulder?

“Come on, they’re not urgent, are they?” you smile at him, planting your palm against the side of his face. Wonwoo immediately leans into the touch, he closes his eyes and exhales a deep breath as if it helps him let go of the stress he’s been carrying all day. You see his shoulders relaxing and you can only huff in satisfaction as he does so.

It sounds somewhat conceited to say it yourself, but it’s clear even to you why people always look for you when Wonwoo’s not in a good place. It works the other way around too, only Wonwoo can get to you when you refuse practically everyone else.

“Let’s go?” you ask after a while, relishing the feeling of his lips on your palm before he pulls away.

“Yeah,” his low voice greets you at last, the sight of his smile making you sigh in relief. “Let’s go.”

“Chan called you, didn’t he?” Wonwoo tries once again, and then reaches out to tuck your hair behind your ear before it falls into the bowl of patbingsoo in front of you.

“Hmm, this is very good,” you deflect as you shove another spoonful into your mouth. “You should start eating too, Won. They’re going to melt.”

He shakes his head in amusement before doing exactly what you tell him to. Gosh, even he knows he’s so whipped for you it’s not even funny. There would be times when he’d try to trace back when the whole thing started, try to remember if there were times when he did not love you.

But he always draws a blank. He couldn’t think of a time when his heart doesn’t belong to you; not when you cried to him because Jinyoung pulled your hair a little too hard when you were five, not when you whispered to him the big secret of you finding your first boyfriend in junior high school, not when you told him some guy called Jihoon stole your first kiss during high school.

Not even when you went through a phase of sleeping around just to piss your parents off.

And certainly not now, when you readily set aside your hell of a workload just to make sure Wonwoo’s not too stressed.

Wonwoo knows you’ve been too busy these days to a concerning point, something that he’s been meaning to talk to you about but hasn’t found the time to. The few times he’s found you in his place, you’re already fast asleep and, at times, you didn’t even get to charge your phone and turn off your laptop because you’re way too tired.

And if that’s not telling enough, the fact that you rarely talk to him these days is. You rarely let Wonwoo to himself, always making sure to talk to him at least twice a day to make sure he doesn’t forget to take a bite. So when a few days passed and Wonwoo sees the last time you’ve contacted him is three days ago, he knows you’re much too busy than he would’ve liked.

“How’s the preparation going?”

“For which one?” you ask sheepishly, well aware that Wonwoo’s still not happy you’re doing three projects at once.

Your friend clicks his tongue in disapproval. “The charity dinner.”

“I told you that one’s practically finished Won,” you pout. “You know the dinner’s next week.”

“It’s not finished if you still have to meet the florist today, princess,” he huffs tiredly, completely worried. He truly wishes he’s imagining the growing dark circles under your eyes and the way you’re more quiet than you usually are, but he knows the telltale of you being worn out and he’s sure you’re going to get sick in a few days if you don’t take an actual rest.

“How did you know I have a meeting with the florist…” you mumble to yourself, which Wonwoo provides the answer to by telling you he’s heard from Seungcheol. “I really should stop letting you befriend every single one of my staff. Anyway, they just told me last minute that there's a problem with one of the flowers so I had to change the bouquets concept a little, okay?”

Wonwoo gives you an unimpressed look, brows furrowed. “You need to rest, you know? Won’t be any good if you’re going to be too tired and can’t attend when the event is due.”

“I am resting now, aren’t I?” you say cheekily, trying your best not to worry him. You know he’s true, that Shua and Jeonghan’s concern since that day is valid, and it’s also true that you’ve been lightheaded for the past few days, often having to hold on to something when you try to stand up from your seat.

Wonwoo doesn’t need to know that though, and you’ll make sure to eat a proper meal and take your supplements before it gets worse.

That should do it.

“You wouldn’t be if Chan didn’t call you,” he retorts back.

“Won, he’s worried and probably afraid you’ll fire someone out of anger again if I don’t take you out of the office,” you try to make light of the situation. “And it’s my best friend duty to bother you, remember?”

“It happened once,” he cringes everytime he remembers that episode. “And the guy totally deserved it regardless of my mood. Anyway, it’s also my best friend duty to make sure you’re not becoming a walking zombie.”

“It’s not that bad,” you pout. “Tomorrow is my last packed schedule before the charity dinner takes place and I don’t have any meeting the day after tomorrow. I already plan on catching up on sleep then, okay?”

Wonwoo sighs once again and puts down his spoon before he stares at you pointedly. The worry in his eyes is clear as days, and you really hate knowing you’re the reason behind it. “Just… don’t overdo yourself, alright?”

“I know my limit Won, I promise. I’ll probably just review some documents because I’m finally out of meetings,” you grin tiredly, hoping that it doesn’t look like you’re forcing it. “Speaking of, should we go to lunch on that day? It’s been some time since we went out for lunch.”

He winces slightly at the question, a gesture so subtle that you would’ve missed it if you hadn’t been staring at him. “I… Jennie’s in the country and Mom asked me to take her to lunch.”

“Oh.” There it is, the resigning tone you often use when her name is brought up. Wonwoo frowns at the way your gaze drops from him, suddenly eyeing your empty bowl like it’s the most interesting thing you can find. “Oh well, I can just eat with Chaeyoung or something.”

“I can just reschedule if you really want to go out,” he tries, cursing himself for not thinking about it sooner. You shake your head though, and then tell him to have fun with her.

“You did say I should rest,” you shrug.

“Princess…”

“It’s fine,” you softly tell him, a small smile that churns his heart on your face. “And I just remembered I promised Shua I’d drop by his studio too to help prepare his open class.”

He bites back a sigh at your faux nonchalance, not having it in him to ask what is it about Jennie that always gets you like this. He’s not dense enough to ask about it, not when he knows how you react everytime Jennie is the topic of a conversation. The least he could do was not ask, he’d spare himself the ‘nothing’s wrong’ answer and would rather figure it out on his own one day.

“Alright, call me if you’re up for dinner that day?” he offers.

You simply nod at him, your eyes refusing to meet his. Wonwoo can only hope Jennie’s schedules for the next two months are packed and he wouldn’t have to ‘take care’ of her as often as his mom would like him to.

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[komoreangel]

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐜𝐬

pairings: childe, diluc, kaeya, albedo x f!reader (separate)

scenario: it’s reallyyyyy cold outside and you want your boyfriend to warm you up :) and maybe cuddle :) i mean what no its just soooo cold

genre: fluff so much fluff

wordcount: 1.6k (mostly albedo’s djkfsdjfnkd) 

childe

ok so this guy

he’s from snezhnaya which is like russia

its always cold there so he’s used to the below 30 temperatures

you however

ARE NOT

like at all i mean you’re from mondstatd whens the last time it snowed here

so at first he might not notice that you are extremely cold

you two are walking around, being cute yk couple stuff

that is until you start shivering

“why are you shaking? are you scared of something???”

he’s not the brightest but we love him

“childe, im cold.” you bury your face in his chest to hide from the wind

“it’s not that cold out here, i don’t see why you’re being so dramatic.”

“it’s below 30 degrees! i’m going to get frostbite and die!”

ok so maybe you are a bit dramatic but YOU’RE FREEZING OKAY?

“hey ojou-chan, why are you so clingy all of a sudden-” you reached your hand inside his pocket to grab his hand.

holy crap your hands are cold

“hey wait don’t grab my- THAT’S MY SCARF!”

suddenly you were running away from him at top speed, his scarf in your hands

“come back here! what are you - oof-!” he had grabbed onto the edge of the scarf and pulled it back, you along with it.

you fell on top of him and you’re both wrapped in the scarf like every single christmas romance movie

“well now my hair is all full of snow.”

“you deserve it.” “HEY!” 

you get up and walk off to the side, taking his scarf with you

he follows after you, and catches up quite fast considering he’s got them long legs 

oh to be tall

he wraps his arms around you in a hug 

“still feeling cold?” 

“yES!” 

so you two head for home and he promises that he’ll cuddle you all day to keep you warm

which is what you wanted in the first place ;) 

diluc

diluc doesn’t get cold

not because of where he’s from or anything

but because pyro vision 

~natural body heat~ 

and unlike childe he would actually notice you withering away in the snow 

“y/n, are you alright?” 

“huh? yeah yeah im fine just a bit cold” 

suddenly you are being cuddled 

“diluc??” 

“yes?” 

“you’re hugging me?” 

he doesn’t usually initiate pda often so it was a surprise

“you said you were cold. i’m simply warming you up.” 

you lean into his hug and notice that he’s actually really warm

like so warm you get sleepy

you’re so sleepy now that you think about it

and bonk

congrats dear reader

you have fallen asleep in diluc’s arms

he continues to talk on about venti’s drinking problem and how annoying kaeya is

he looks down and notices you sweetly dozing off in his embrace

and he’s so lucky to have you isn’t he

he smiles softly and sweeps you into his arms

carries you bridal style upstairs 

he’s about to tuck you into your bed when your arms begin to tightly wrap around his shoulders

almost like you dont want to let go 

“darling, it’s more comfortable in the bed,” he says quietly

“noo...” your voice is muffled by his chest and you sound tired 

he chuckles lightly 

“just lay down for a bit i’ll be right with you in a minute” 

you’re quiet, like you’re stopping to think

“if i lay down, will you cuddle with me?” 

diluc sighs

“yes i’ll cuddle with you, just please lay down? for me?” 

and who are you to resist that 

so you lay down and while it’s not as warm as him

its still really soft and you fall asleep in no time

he comes back to you sleeping, and not one to break his promises, he cuddles with you anyway 

at least you’re warm now 

kaeya 

believe it or not, kaeya actually does get cold

i mean yeah he has a cryo vision, but that just means he isn’t affected by his own abilities 

or at least thats my headcanon 

anyways

if you’re shivering...he will not help you at first

no, first he’ll tease you about it

like imagine you guys have a mission in dragonspine

“oh y/n~ did you fall for me so hard you got frostbite?”

“you’re looking mighty chilled over there, need a hand?” 

you are this close to punching his arm

however because you want him to hug you and warm you up, you are going to stay on his good side 

he might prolong the teasing for a while

and after that while, he may or may not let you hug him

if he goes on for a bit too long however, he’d feel bad 

you aren’t laughing at his jokes anymore because you’re so cold

you just want to stop and sleep 

your steps become slower and slower

your vision is getting blurrier by the second

and after a while you just stop moving

kaeya turns to look back at you bc he notices

“y/n?” 

and then in a total cliche moment you collapse out of pure exhaustion

like the gentleman he is, he catches you before you land face-first in the snow

and in his mind hes like shit i let this go on too long

so he carries you around, looking for a cave you can rest in until you’re feeling better 

after maybe five minutes of searching he finds one

and he knows albedo is up here somewhere but he doesn’t want to risk you being in the snow for too long

he starts a fire and tries to lay you down near it, but you aren’t getting any warmer

so he puts you in his arms and just cuddles you 

the combination of body heat + fire is slowly warming you up 

and in about an hour you’re awake again

but you can’t move, because his grip on you is very tight

“kaeya? where are we?” 

he slowly opens his eyes 

“oh, just a random cave in dragonspine” he laughs a bit as he says it

then ofc he remembers you’ve just woken up from collapsing and is like oh right serious time ok

“are you okay?” he asks and this time he has a hint of concern in his voice

“yeah, i’m fine. i’m warm now too” you say as the fire starts to die down a bit

kaeya moves his arm in front of you to shift the firewood a bit 

“i’m sorry for letting you get that cold” he murmurs 

you adjust your position so you’re facing his chest 

“it’s alright, at least i can finally get some cuddles this way” 

you both continue to rest by the fire and decide you’ll head back to mondstatd in the morning

albedo

because albedo is rather observant of most things

he notices your state right away

he immediately stops whatever he is doing and tends to you

“you’re cold, aren’t you?” he sits you on the table and feels your forehead

“albedo, its not a fever” you laugh. 

“no, if it was a fever you’d be burning up” he says matter-of-factly 

he walks to the other side of the lab and grabs his coat

“here, put this on.” 

you wrap the coat around yourself and start to get off the table

he rushes back and grabs your hands

they’re cold (duh) 

so then he thinks what can he do to make your hands warm

usually some mittens would do the trick

but he doesnt have any except for his own

well 

he’ll do what he has to

anything for you 

so he slides his gloves off and offers them to you

“put these on, your hands are probably freezing” 

when you hesitate (because arent his hands cold now? you dont want him to be cold) he takes the initative and takes your hands to put the gloves on

he stands back and says “there. tell me if you get colder, okay?”

and tries to hide his flustered face because

you look so cute in his gloves!!! 

they’re his gloves and you’re wearing them ! 

he turns back to his work for a bit 

after maybe half an hour he looks back 

and you aren’t sitting on the table anymore?? 

he looks around

you aren’t anywhere?? 

thats not good

not good at all

he makes his way outside and doesn’t see you there either 

“y/n?” he calls out into the snow 

unknowingly to him, you had headed out about ten minutes after he turned around 

you went to go search for some starsilver, as you heard him muttering about it under his breath 

you were happily heading back to the lab, arms full of the stuff, when you heard someone shout in surprise

it sounded like albedo 

something must have happened to one of his experiments

you quickly hurried towards the lab only to find

nothing?? not even the man himself

there were footsteps in the snow leading away from the room, but you couldn’t be sure if it was yours or his

you decide to wait for him to come back, and set the starsilver near his workspace

after a while, he comes back in, looking stressed and worried

“albedo?” he looks up and breathes in relief 

“where were you, i came back and- mMf!” he rushes towards you and wraps you in a tight hug

“please don’t do that again” he says

“i got you some starsilver..”

he breaks the hug and looks back at his desk

“you went to get starsilver...for me?” 

you bury your face in his neck 

“yeah..i heard you muttering about it so i thought you needed some. it was colder out there than i thought, though” 

he pats your back soothingly, rubbing his hand in circles around your shoulder 

“let’s start a fire, that’ll warm us both up” 

a/n: hi! wooh my first headcanon :) sorry if it was a little long, and i know some were a bit angsty and im honestly sorry about that! albedo’s got away from me sdkhjf but i hope you enjoy! and feel free to request a fic if you’d like :)

[seijohsbabe]

Reward

Ship: Oikawa, Hanamaki, Matsukawa, Iwaizumi x Reader

Wordcount: 2,9 k

Tw: smut, pet names, overstimulation, abuse/rape (Reader kinda likes it ??), noncon

a/n: im so dumb ive deleted the old post so I have to repost it sorry guys :( If you have ideas for a next story, my inbox is open!

Nervously you looked to the ground. The mood was bad. More than logical, because the team you have been with for a long time has just lost to Seijoh.

 But not only that made you look to the ground, there were four glances that made you tremble, and you knew exactly from who they were coming from and why. Your bet with you, which you had not really agreed but refusing with the four was no possibility. After your transfer to Karasuno, you were hoping to finally have some rest from the four. You were Oikawa's girlfriend, but his three friends also had a say. After you gathered your courage and broke up with him, it was far from over. They chased you, humiliated you, reached for you like you were a simple doll to them. Your move to Karasuno was like a glimmer of hope for you.

But only after 5 days they found you again, and drummed into you their bet to destroy Karasuno and take you as a prize. And here you were, on the bench, stunned, staring at the ball that practically meant your death. Shimizu, who was sitting next to you, noticed your trembling and held your hands with downcast eyes. But she didn't know a bit whatyou will expect now. You quickly tried to pack all your things and get back on the bus as quickly as possible. And you almost thought you had made it when you ran down the hall to get to the exit, but a hand grabbed your wrist and pulled you into a room that you actually wanted to walk past. The room turned out to be a locker room. The door slammed behind you and you got pushed right against it.The four pairs of eyes that you actually no longer wanted to see were now right in front of you. 

Oikawa who was still pressing you against the door let you go slowly to take a step back, to your surprise. With an all too familiar grin, he looked down at you, just like the other three who were just a few steps behind Oikawa. Only now do you really realize how big they were again, how much stronger they were. You can just grab yourself so easily without you doing anything. "Lil cutieee." Oikawa said first. His voice made you tremble and crouch. You know exactly why they dragged you in here, but you couldn't have it that real. Iwaizumi, who so far has only been against one without comment Was leaning against the wall, with crossed arms, now pushed off to slowly approach you. "Can you still remember? Our little agreement? We want our price." What can you do It was hopeless, you were trapped in the wolves' den as a little rabbit. But you still had one option. Your gaze slid briefly next to you, where the door handle was. Oikawa hadn't locked it. You quickly grabbed the door handle and tear open the door to get out of this cave. But Iwaizumi must have noticed your gaze and no sooner had you opened the door than he reached for you and slammed the door with his foot. Your back was now pressed against his chest, and your hands were tied tightly to your body, his hands completely encircling you. "I would give myself up." He whispered in your ear. And with that your last hope was gone.

Matsukawa was now in front of you, to put his big hand around your cheek without comment. "Come on, you will surely like it bunny. "

His hand went deeper and deeper until he came to the edge of your t-shirt, which he pulled over your head after Iwaizumi slowly let go of you. They all stood around you like a hunter who had just caught his prey. Somebody loosened your bra from behind, and you were completely free of the upper body. Matsukawa quickly followed, pulling his turquoise white jersey with the number two over his head to show his well-toned upper body. But your hands were still shaking. Suddenly you were pulled along from behind. That someone turned out to be Oikawa, who sat down on a bench and positioned you with your back against his chest.

Hanamaki, who now crouched down in front of you, slowly took off your shoes and training pants, while Oikawa attacked your neck from behind. Unnoticed, you tilted your neck to give it more space. a slight giggle came from his mouth because he knew he had you. Your legs have now been spread apart after your underpants were also taken off. "Oh, already that wet arent you kitten?" Makki grinned with a knowing grin. The other two men had completely undressed in the meantime and were watching this happen while they lazily stroked their cocks up and down.

Makki's finger crossed your lips, which you feel a slight gasp. But Oikawa noticed it and raised his voice. "Oh our lil cutie, so excited for our cocks aren't you?" Your head shook, but the grip on your chest gave you a jerk. Makki lifted your legs to put them on his shoulders. THAT he was with his face right in front of you. You felt his hot breath against your core. And even though you were totally against this one, your hands ran through Makki's strawberry cake colored hair to get him to finally do something. and he knew what you wanted and started to work your cunt. His tongue wandered everywhere. He practically ate you up. But it was a wonderful feeling as Oikawa's hands wandered over your whole body. Little whimpering could no longer be suppressed. Oikawa's hand wandered until he put it around your neck to squeeze lightly, until he then slipped two of his fingers into your mouth and whispered softly in your ear, "Suck" and as obdiently as you were, you did it, which gave you a simple "Good Girl", but those simple words wandered down into your core, where Makki was just still eating until he looked up at some point, chin smeared, and an amused grin on his face. Oikawa's fingers now slid down to play with your cock lips until they sank into you with a jerk. To your despair you had to groan. It was useless, you should enjoy it. And this change probably all noticed, because your grin grew now. Oikawa's pace grew faster and more hectic until you were just a groaning bunch. And just as your walls spasmed uncontrollably around his fingers and your climax was approaching, until his fingers stopped and slipped out of you.

"O-Oi-Oikawa please" you whimpered. But he just giggled. "Its Tooru my lil bunny. But be a good girl and suck my fingers clean." And so you did. Your tongue swirled around his digits, until all was nice and clean. He got up slowly to get you on your feet, but the only shivering. As soon as you were on your feet you threatened to fall over, but Matsukawa caught you directly to lead you two to the ground. He leaned against a wall while positioning you on his thigh with his hands on your hips. The pressure against your cunt was so good that you couldn't stop grind slowly against his thigh. But you couldn't do it for long, because he held you tight with his iron grip. ,,issei! Please"

" I have something much better, kitten "With that he lifted you to slide you on his not exactly small penis in one go. Damn, not only its length was too much, from the middle it got thicker and thicker, and you didn't think you could manage everything, your hands were already pressing against his chest until you finally got to the base of his cocks. A loud sigh escaped you. But before you could even open your eyes again, he lifted you up again to lead you back down in a train.

And with that this knot of pleasure tore and your climax came with a jolt. Your eyes rolled backwards, a scream left your mouth, your body ran out of strength, and your head rested on Matssun's shoulder. But he was just getting started. He took your buttocks and now moved his hips with incredible speed. "I-Issei- I can't take it anymore please" you whined. "Oh come on, one more baby." And suddenly you felt a second figure appear behind you. Your head turned wearily to look at Makki's face. He positioned himself under your second hole. "Please no more no-" "Aw come on, bunny your gonna feel amazing, just relax alright?" And very slowly you felt how he was advancing, slower than Matssun, but the pain was there anyway. To be completely filled was a strange feeling, but it was still exciting in a way. This time at a slow pace they moved the two in and out. You felt the two next to each other, separated from just one wall. The knot grew again. Completely blown away in ecstasy, you did not notice how someone was standing next to you three until your hand, which until then was still on Issei's shoulder, was placed around a cock. It was the brown-haired wing spiker iwaizumi with a small grin around the corner of his mouth. "Don't mind helping me a little my dear?" Your senses were completely gone, but you tried to drive up and down with slow movements. Swear words and moans escaped him again and again. You looked at him, his lust contorted face, until your face was turned with one hand to the other side. Oikawa looked down at you, and you knew exactly what he wanted. In one go you took him up to your throat. But it wasn't enough, it was still a few centimeters You wanted to take your head back again and start a new attempt, but your head was held tight by Oikawa. While Matssun and Makki kept going out and in, and their thrusts became more and more targeted, you had to choke Oikawa's length. He tried to push the last few centimeters in.

"Come on baby, you can do it. Yeah just like that, FUCK!" his head leaned back while his hands were still in your - now - totally confused hair. ,, Youre doing so fine bunny, next time we will destroy Karasuno a second time, a-and fuck, and next time you should come on time. Alright? "The question was hypothetical because your mouth was still around his cock. Another hard nudge from Makki tightened your throat and Oikawa howled loudly.

" Fuck do that again. " And so you did, because you didnt want to make him angry, not in that position that your in right now. Your head was finally let go. The spit ran from your mouth down to your chin to your bust. "You look so beautiful, our lil cumslut." Matssun growled, while he used a harder and faster pace with Makki. They came closer and closer to their climax, because you felt them twitching inside you. And you too came closer and closer The pressure that Matssun now put on your clit almost bursts your knot. Only a small piece was missing. "Plea-Please, I-Issei, Makki, I wanna cum please!" Did you cry now? You will regret it in retrospect, but you didn't care about anything at the moment, because the climax was within reach. Makki came first, and sank his seeds in a hard thrust in you, and waited a while until he was sure that every mililiter was in you. Now Matssun could lift you up slightly to hammer into you. The knot burst, the tears just ran from your eyes. "Too much, too much" you mumbled, due to the overstimulation. After a short time Issei came deep inside you and also made sure not to waste a mililiter. After Issei pulled herself out of you, you felt so empty. It was embarrassing, what would Dachi Kyooko or even suga say? They would cast you out. You are sleeping here with four of their arch enemies. Especially one of them, they probably all hated. You had never told them what you and Oikawa were too embarrassed about you the whole thing. And now see where you have landed. While you were not only crying from the overstimulation on the cold floor of the locker room and the cum of the two men just ran out of you, two strong arms lifted you up. But he just picked you up while he whispered in your ear: "Oh one round baby, you cant let us two all high and dry hmm?" And with that you were put on Oikawa who looked at you with a big grin. " Please, I cant tak it anymore guys.

But the two ignored your protests and penetrated you at the same time.

"Oh you can, and you will." Oikawa said while he slipped into you. Your whimper could be heard outside but there was definitely nobody there, the games are over and everyone is gone.

Your hands pressed against Oikawa's chest as you continued to protest. "Oika-" But you didn't get far because he muted you with a hard thrust.

"Call me right princess."

"Tooru, please."

,, Good girl, your so brave. come on we make it fast hmm? "

And that's where real hell began. The two went in and out alternately. Building the third orgasm was bad. You felt everything. Every vein of its length penetrating your walls. While you were wondering where they got all their power from, Oikawa pulled you down to share a lovely, almost beautiful kiss with you, but you knew what was behind this facade. The devil himself, with three helpers by his side. his tongue rammed into your mouth and quickly got the more dominant one.

When Iwaizumi also marked your neck, you had to groan again. The grip of iwaizumi on your hip got tighter, and you are sure that it would leave its mark tomorrow. After they both broke up, their pace picked up again. However, when Oikawa briefly repositioned himself a little, he hit exactly this point with the next hit, the point that got you around every time, and made you see stars. Of course, Oikawa noticed this immediately and rammed into it with all his strength.

a loud fuck escaped you while you felt the two getting closer and closer. Their lengths twitched in you. Your climax was probably not far away either, but you weren't really excited about it. He will rob your last strength that was left to you. "Fuck your so tight-" Oikawa hissed now, until you felt the final snap and the load he send inside of you.

And right after Iwas fast snap of his hips your knot of lust loosened and pelted down on you twisted, your strength that somehow left you on top went from you and with that you hit oikawa's shoulder. Your arms and legs were shaking, and you only felt Iwa pulling out of you. He must have come too. Your senses are like Blown away, you only felt the cold ground below you after Oikawa got up. You should also walk slowly, you didn't want to be around this monster any more, but your legs were shaking, so you read yourself on the bench fall, cum slowely dripping out of you. ,, Princess get these on, you don't want our gift to be lost. " He threw your underpants at you, but you'd rather wash yourself. He noticed your reluctance and raised his voice. ,,Now" With trembling hands you put on all your clothes, but Oikawa didn't throw you your top but his white turquoise jersey with the number 1.

,, uhm, Tooru, you gave me your top. "

He just laughed. ,, Of course honey, everybody should see who you belong to. Since you knew that there would be no point in protesting, you put on the slightly too large jersey.

"Oh you look adoreable!" But you just felt how all the cum flowed out of you. He put an arm around you to leave the lockeroom with you. The others are probably already before. But when you got closer to your team , they looked angrily at the one standing next to you, then at the all-too-familiar top what you were wearing.

,,Sorry people i spilled water on my top and then slipped. Luckily Oi- "you noticed the slight pressure on your hip, a sign." Tooru there. " you looked up at him with your eyes until he spoke.

"Oh yeah, your little manager chan is very clumsy, better take care of her." As he turned to leave, he whispered in your ear without anyone seeing, "Next time, you will come twice as much princess . We will not lose. " And with that he disappeared, leaving you alone with the team, while thousands of thoughts buzzed through your head about how you could escape him.

[cloudy-leonhart]

Oooo would you want to do a drabble for Porco?? Like maybe he's the reader's bff and one day he's next to her, going over like mission plans and he just leans over and kisses her👀

I like this!! This is cute!! I need to write more for Porco anyways ^^ I’m excited to write this!! tbh I didn’t even mean to go into an angsty argument in this fic- it just happened outta nowhere- I still hope it’s up to your satisfaction anon!

breaking point. | porco g.

summary: Porco always stuck to you like superglue. You and him have always been like two peas in a pod ever since you were kids, you even enlisted with him to the military. With growing up and going through puberty, Porco’s thought of you as someone more than just a friend and he wants to show you.

Pairings: Porco x Reader.

Theme: fluff/angst ig?.

female reader.

TW: swearing, arguing, kiss-kiss scene lol.

Recommended Song: Sunflower. - Rex Orange County.

"Good morning, guys, Porco!" You chirpped, seeing him give you a small wave as you entered the meeting room, you saw Reiner, Pieck and Zeke sitting in their seats, Reiner was deep in thought, Pieck was taking a nap on the couch, and Zeke was taking a drag of his cigar as usual.

You excused yourself as you squeezed by Reiner to sit beside Porco who greeted you wth a small head pat as he leaned back into his seat, Pieck rose from her spot as she smiled lazily at you.

"I was thinking of eating out together today, how about it, guys?" She asked as she yawned, Zeke hummed and shook his head, "I've got business, rain check?" Pieck nodded and glanced at Reiner, awaiting his answer.

"I guess I can go." Reiner responded, he looked in a daze, like he just woke up from a nap. Pieck's gaze turned to Porco and you, but before any of you could answer, the General entered the room, catching all of your attention. "Sorry Pieck, Porco and Reader will be helping with planning a mission." You could see Pieck deflate a bit, sighing but still nodding, understanding.

“Sorry Pieck, promise we’ll make it up to you, right Pock?” You looked over to Porco, who was scratching his head in boredom, nodding subconsciously. General Magath looked around the room before closing the door and starting their meeting for the day.

“I’ll be heading out you two, we need those plans before this weekend, so please get it done, choose who’ll be sent out soon or we’ll have to send all of you out.” General Magath reminded you and Porco once again as both of you nodded and said your goodbyes, you looked out of the window of the room, raising your hand to measure the time of day.

“What are you doing?” Porco suddenly chirped, you jumped looking behind you, “Checking the time.” You answered returning back to look at the sunset, “how do you know?” Porco prodded more. “Reiner taught me, when we uh..went to Paradis.” You mumbled, your voice starting sound small as you continued.

“He taught you? I probably could’ve done better.” Porco scoffed. He looked over the map of next week’s mission again to try and distract himself from talking about Reiner. “Don’t start with that again, Pock. He’s a helpful person.” You wanted to defend Reiner, you knew that he did a lot of things wrong, although most of it is unforgivable, you’re not a saint either.

“Helpful my ass, all he did was stand there while my brother was being eaten by a Titan.” He growled kicking the table in annoyance and anger. “I, couldn’t do anything either. I’m as much to blame as he is, Pock..” you reasoned with Porco, he rolled his eyes. “yeah, but how could you help, Reiner held you back, he basically said that he was a lost cause. Don’t try to defend him any longer.” You spun around to face Porco.

“Pock, enough!” You wanted to stop the conversation from progressing, but Porco didn’t. “No! You used to be so happy when we were kids, Reader!” You stayed silent, Porco took your silence as a sign to keep going. “Going to Paradis did something to you and none of you won’t tell me. That Ymir girl barely has any memories that could tell me shit about why you’re like this!” He cried out.

You sighed out of stress, he was pushing it and you weren’t ready to talk about it. Both you and Porco stood silent in the room, seconds feeling like minutes. You didn’t know what to say, what could you say? what’ll he take as a valid reason as to why you aren’t the same girl he used to know?

You looked at his reflection from the window, your hands clenched out of stubbornness and guilt, before turning around to face your best friend. You couldn’t even get a breath in when you felt soft lips on yours.

Your eyes were blown wide, Porco’s hands held your cheeks, almost squishing it. He was holding it as if you would pull away the second he loosens his grip. You felt yourself stiff in a few seconds in before relaxing, your eyes fluttered close as you reached your arm to wrap around his neck. Porco took this as an okay to hold you by the hips, his hands pulled you closer as you slower broke apart.

You took a breath as soon as his lips left yours, feeling like you were cloud nine after that kiss. Porco looked at you with a flushed expression, his hands gripped you embarrassingly. “I..” Porco didn’t know what to say, “I didn’t mean to do that, well I did- but-“ He jumbled his words as he looked at anything but your eyes, which stared at him with a joyous tint.

“It’s okay, Pock. I understand what you meant.” You smiled softly, still holding onto his figure. He thought his face couldn’t get any warmer as he stopped functioning. You could understand, both of you never really had time for love. Especially now, you and him barely have any time left.

“I just didn’t know what to do, I thought I was losing you. The real you.” Porco sighed as he put his forehead against yours, your noses almost touching. It felt ticklish, his staggered breath fanning your skin, he was gonna cry.

“I know, I’m sorry I made you feel like that, Pock. I promise I’ll tell you when I’m ready. You’ll wait, won’t you?” You mumbled, your hand reaching his cheek to cradle it ever so gently. He nodded, understanding as he placed a sneaky cheek kiss before a booming voice pulled you both away.

“Finally! I thought you guys would never tell each other!” Zeke rejoiced as Pieck and Reiner stood with happy smiles and even a little clapping. Porco stood dumbfounded before his face morphed into embarrassment and horror. “you watched us?! How much did you idiots see?! I’m going to literally destroy you guys-“ Zeke laughed as Porco was a flustered mess.

“We saw almost the whole thing bud. We heard arguing and thought you guys were absolutely wrecking the place, fighting and all.” Pieck’s gentle explanation calmed Porco a little bit before you started laughing. “I told you it would work.” Zeke nudged Reiner with his arm as the blonde rubbed his arm, “I wasn’t even apart of this..” Reiner mumbled.

You smiled as Porco continued to scold, at least try to scold Zeke and Pieck. The odds of Porco liking you? Who would’ve thought. “Alright, enough scolding and teasing, now who wants to go eat out? Im starving!” You pushed through your friends and your maybe potential boyfriend.

“Oh! I get to pick where we eat!” Pieck called out, latching her arm as Porco walked beside you. You looked over to him as he glanced at you, with a small smile of course. You took hold of his hand as you both continued to walk, Zeke and Reiner followed right behind.