#but ;_; crying at the prospect tbh ]

[fowleyes]

𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 :     

Kakashi hated being on missions during the celebration new year. There was always more traffic, always a familiar face that he bumped into. It could be a good thing or a bad thing, depending on the context. what he had not expected, however, was to stumble upon itachi ( of all people ). his throat felt tight while he indulged in a sentimentality he rarely had the option for. he tails itachi for around half an hour... kakashi is sure he's already been noticed, but the area was crowded. it wasn't like they could have an open confrontation. he approaches his former comrade, falling into stride with him.

" Celebrating the new Year?" He forces his voice to be impossibly casual; as if he had only seen Itachi yesterday. Kakashi missed him more than he was willing to admit. he's sure he's just being foolish, but... " I know a spot we could watch the fireworks from. If you wanted."

                                                                 @xhatake

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓 of too many people gathered all in one place  --  it reminds him of the chorus of bitter voices during those meetings . those meetings that were only the rise to the climax of his fate . at least , that's what he thought for a time ( what time he'd believed to be the rest of his life ) . right now , the haunting cacophony of too much plagues his ears , but he tries to ignore it for the sake of his supper's forgotten ingredient . 

he'd anticipated the roads may be packed on a day like today , so his plans were to venture nowhere past the steps up to his apartment's front door . he would simply make his best attempt to clean his living area , & cook something warm for him , his brother , & whoever his brother opted to bring along , if anyone . even still , he expected to spend the majority of the day alone .

as he wanders & reminisces about the streets of konoha , he feels a vague , yet looming presence about him , sensing the foot steps after each of his own is drawn . the reverberations are obvious & he would even go as far as to guess that the one following him was his former leader himself . he hasn't forgotten the sounds of familiar footfalls . he likely never will . still , he opts not to encounter the man as he proceeds on this ( for once ) innocent mission . he focuses his will into dodging the overstimulating shoves of people's shoulders & the echoing of children abound . 

finally , he feels kakashi catch up to his pace , & it's not seconds before he shatters the silence with a casual question . ' Celebrating the New Year ? '  well , yes , he supposes , & he may have chosen to say , but instead he remains silent , offering only a nod in response . 

he's offered a chance to catch up with his former comrade & he supposes it couldn't hurt to take him up on the offer . he can no longer witness the vibrancy of a firework's colors , but he can still feel the cool air & familiar caress of konoha's winds , all the while sharing a conversation ( however uncomfortable it might be ) with someone who knew him before tragedy befell his entire existence . 

                                      ❛    I'll accept your offer .   ❜ 

[ihavebeesinmybrain]

nothing is more terrifying to me than the idea of somehow ending up in one of those youtube videos where someone gets to go through your phone

[insanechayne]

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[ribcagewolf]

meow meow diary

[hazbin-helluva-itch]

I always thought he was just terrified of the prospect of getting married and having to father a child. I didn't notice what kind of image Paimon was showing him until I rewatched this scene today.

I'd be crying, too, tbh.

[underestimated-heroine]

The fact that radfems spread this post around is actually really interesting--infuriating, but interesting. Because what they've really done here is tell on themselves.

This is the shrimp guy story:

From an anonymous green text called "shrimp saved my life" [emphasis mine]:

>be depressed, suicidal xanax- addicted incel >one day I go to my /aq/fag uncle's house for some shit >he has pet shrimp, never seen anything like it before >he offers to get me some 53 KB JPG >throw them in a barely cycled tank with some shitty rock >several shrimp die >realize that I killed them with my apathy >realize I need to take responsibility for once in my life >do research, learn about water parameters and so on >eventually I have a beautiful planted tank with no more deaths >notice a female shrimp carrying eggs >haven't felt this excited about anything in almost a decade >the eggs disappear and I once again think I fucked up >a few days later I see a tiny transparent baby shrimp >l suddenly know how the shepherds felt as they gazed upon the newborn Christ >by this point I live and breathe shrimp >all my spare time is spent on shrimp research and watching shrimp videos >l spend most of the money I had saved from my last job on shrimp products >quit the Xanax to support shrimp spending >start putting effort into college in hope of getting a good job for my shrimp >grades improve, no longer facing the prospect of dropping out >relationship with parents improves since I am finally passionate about something and applying myself >l see genuine happiness in their eyes when I talk excitedly about my shrimp >for my birthday my mom makes me a shrimp cake >it even has fondant legs and little chocolate eggs >cry like a little bitch when I see it >mom hugs me and tells me she's always been proud of me >college dorm neighbours demand to see my shrimp >shit they're gonna think I'm autistic >they actually think my shrimp are really cool >they start inviting me to their social events >start interacting with girls, get told by girls for the first time in my life that I'm fun and smart >l think my shrimp would be proud of me if they knew >We're gonna make it bros. Even if you can't do it for yourself, do it for the animals that depend on you.

He did address his relationship with women. By finding a hobby and passion and working on himself--"touching grass"--he stepped away from the echo chamber that filled him with all this rage and convinced him women were to blame for all of his problems. As someone once wisely observed, "the cure is going offline and realizing it's just. really not that big a deal."

And that is what radfems have not done, so of course they didn't spot the quiet flashpoint of shrimp guy's personal development within his story.

Edit: it's been brought to my attention that the version of the greentext post I lifted the text from was censored by someone else. My bad for not realizing that, tbh it was done so well I thought shrimp guy had done it himself, but that's an important part of the post. I've gone back through and un-censored it. The reply which was spread around with the original post addressed the words themselves well, I think; however distasteful and fucked up the incel rabbit hole is, it doesn't diminish his growth.

[hannieehaee]

omg first of all i want to say that i love your writing, you’re amazing 😫

secondly, i saw that you opened your request for 1k followers, so i was wondering if you could do and angst-to-fluff reaction including hip hop unit? the specific one i had in my mind was about finding out that you’re pregnant and some initial anger/shock/disbelief coming from the boys, but i totally understand if you won’t do it, because i know not everyone may be comfortable with this topic. if so, feel free to ignore it or do whatever else you want 🫶🏼

lots of love, anon 🥰

finding out you're pregnant - hhu

hhu, vu, pu

content: mentions of pregnancy, mentions of marriage, established relationship, initial negative reactions, fluffy outcome for all of them.

wc: 635

a/n: thank u so much for ur kind words anon T-T and tysm for requesting!! sorry i took so long ;-; it was a lil hard for me to gauge a negative reaction out of them tbh i like to assume theyd be supportive straight away but i hope u liked what i came up with anyway <3

masterlist

seungcheol -

he had always wanted to be a dad. it was one of his biggest dreams ever since he could remember. the moment he met you, he was sure he wanted to be the father of your children, often even daydreaming about it whenever he'd see you play family with him and kkuma. he was unsure as to why his first reaction upon you skeptically telling him you might be pregnant was to ice you out. he felt like a total asshole, not knowing how else to react to such life-changing news. he knew it was just the initial shock of it. he did want kids. he was ecstatic. he was just too shocked to react properly, hurting your feelings in the process.

it would take him a lot of apologizing to get you to forgive him for bis stupidity, having grown terrified that he mightve been mad at the news. he'd reassure you that he was happier than ever, almost crying at the thought of a daughter to raise with the love of his life. would eternally feel guilty he had made you doubt how much he'd love a family with you even for a second.

wonwoo -

this was all he had ever wanted ever since the two of you got together. he had immediately envisioned a family with you, a house, a long future together. he would've unfortunately reacted a bit too shocked at the news when you had first broke them to him. it was just .. you hadn't planned it. yes, he wanted it, but he didn't think it'd come this soon in your relationship. he would be initially too shocked to show any genuine happiness at it. in no way would he express disappointment or any negative feeling, but his lack of enthusiasm would have you rethinking things.

it wouldn't be until later in the day when he'd snap at himself, realizing how good these news were. would uncharacteristically begin getting emotional from how happy he was at the prospect of starting a family with you, apologizing for not showing his true emotions to you immediately after hearing the news.

mingyu -

he'd enter a state of shock, which was very out of character for the usually excitable man. his immediate lack of reaction would have you retracting, feeling like you'd somehow done something wrong. he'd immediately feel terrible about it, lightheartedly reassuring you that he was happy about it and that he'd support you no matter what.

i feel like he'd be the type to ponder over it for a few days, probably even coming to the conclusion of proposing to you if he knew you decided to have the baby. at that point he'd be happier than ever to know he was now starting a family with you.

vernon -

he was still so young. yeah, he wanted to be a dad, specially to your children, but he was at the height of his career, meaning that the time he was home was already limited as it was. he had always assumed he'd get to have a few years off after being an idol for as long as he was, allowing him to lock himself away and start a family with you. this was not how he planned it, something he had stupidly let you know when you told him the news, completely forgetting to tell you how incredibly happy the news of starting a family with you made him.

he'd feel devastated at the dejection in your demeanor after his stupid reaction, immediately backtracking and telling you how happy he was, how badly he wanted to start a family with you. there would be a lot of hurdles considering his life, but he would be willing to go through all of them if it meant building a family with you.

[uplatterme]

love bites ♡

—cannibalism, s&m dynamics, bondage, blindfold, ball gag, double penetration, toys | dom!reader/sub!aether, s!reader/m!aether, reader is not gender-specified but does penetrate, aether's genitals are referred to with both cunt and cock (it is mentioned he has two holes + a cervix, but i didn't intend for him to be afab/intersex i just wrote ig?) —this is short. it's been in my drafts because i wanted to add more but i think this is fine tbh.

The ground below Aether is entirely soaked with his fluids. Both of his holes are filled, being controlled by the remote in your hand. It’s currently at a steady rhythm, but that doesn’t stop him from whining.

Aether’s head tilts back, a muffled groan erupting from his throat as another hit from your whip laid against his bare skin.

His steps staggered on the floor, only able to stand up with the tip of his toes as his wrists were tied too high to the ceiling, his short stature being barely even able to touch the ground with his feet.

It’s only been a couple of minutes or so, maybe an hour? He couldn’t tell accurately with the gag and blindfold numbing most of his senses so that he’d only focus on the pain you were giving to his rear.

The room was quiet except for the occasional screams and hitting, or the liquid that squirts onto the floor as Aether moans loudly onto the ball gag.

It was never easy whenever your jealousy took over you…but it was definitely fun. Especially for the immortal star whose skin was starting to bruise.

“They don’t deserve you.” Your voice rings in his ears.

“You don’t need to think of them, just focus on me.”

You take off the gag, dropping it mindlessly as it clatters on the ground. Next followed the blindfold, and though his eyes were stained, that didn’t take away from their shine.

With ease, you pull out the vibrator in his front. His wetness leaves a trail as you easily pull it out with how wet his insides are.

Aether flinches at the way he’s suddenly left feeling empty.

Although that doesn’t last long as that’s when he feels you stretching his hole, filling him tightly until he’s squirming onto nothing, unable to hold himself or even crawl away.

“If I can’t keep you in here, I suppose I’ll just leave enough marks so everyone knows who you belong to.” 

Aether whines at the prospect. He knows it’s a useless threat, especially with how he heals much faster than humans. Stil, he did appreciate the—Oh.

A loud scream leaves the outlander’s throat dry.

“Hnnghh—Aahh…Haah!”

His entire body shakes from the pain, his movements causing you to go deeper into him. A cry leaving him from feeling everything all at once.

He did not expect you to do that.

“S-So mean…” He breathes out, watching the blood from his shoulder drip down his body. Yet there’s a matching red blush on his face, as if what you did was something all normal couples do.

“You taste good.” You compliment, the torn flesh going down smoothly as you swallow.

Aether’s face leans towards you as if asking for you to share what his own body tastes like. Your lips close together, his tongue grasping the remains from you biting a part of his collar. He’s never tasted himself before, though that thought was always something he was curious about, the only problem was that he was too much of a coward to do it.

You two continue kissing, you pressing deep into his cervix, the pain coursing through him as he matches your rhythm.

“You’re so cheesy…” He states after he finally pulls back.

“What else am I supposed to do if you keep healing through all the marks I make? Hopefully, this one lasts more than a week.”

“It will…Maybe, you can just bite me again to be sure…” He suggests.

“This is supposed to be your punishment, you know?” You remind him, though it’s difficult to stay mad with the kind of faces that he pulls against you.

“It’s not my fault you get jealous easily.” He refutes.

“I don’t.”

“Keep telling yourself that,” Aether says, smiling as he snickers a laugh which quickly gets cut off when you continue thrusting into him again.

“You speak when I tell you to.”

He doesn’t get to argue this time, his mind too focused on the way he’s getting penetrated so deeply. He’s forced to take each pounding, each inch that rubs against his walls sending him closer to another orgasm. His choked-up sounds continue to leak out with the thought of you being so possessive of him.

Your hands reach his cunt, his swollen cock begging to be touched. And so you fulfill that wish, earning another whimper when you slap his cock.

He’s so out of it. He loves how his body feels so much of a wreck, his sweat mixing with blood, and eventually with his cum.

He pants, his hands still tied up. His entire body trembles, the feeling of you pulling out is so agonizing itself. He wants to keep you in, he needs it. He has to take advantage of you as he doesn’t know how long until he can experience this high again.

So with a shaky voice, he asks.

“More?”

[sinful-lanterns]

Oh my, transfem Serpent!

Gods I want to choke on her cocks, having her hold my hair as she guides me up and down her shift before pulling me away to give the other the same treatment.

You know she would be so fuckin good with ropes too! Just hands tied in such intricate knots, unable to do much but just take everything she give me. Getting pulled and bent however she wants, helpless and all for her.

And then she would be just so good when she tops, just ugh she would be able to ruin me so easily! Like she could fill both holes so well, or since I'm also transfem, just being all full with both her cocks and being stretched so much and just shsuduehehev I'm losing my mind.

Hnnnnn getting stuffed full by Serpent 🤤

I don’t even headcanon her cocks to be that big tbh, but since she has two, it feels like absolute heaven when she thrusts into you and tries to make them fit… I imagine that poor Serpent is just too eager and excited to have someone cute to fit her cocks, that she mightttt go a bit too fast, which would lead to you crying out in overwhelming ecstasy from her thrusts…

P.S: I was very horny while writing this. Please excuse me…

nsfw under the cut (men and minors dni)

Imagine when springtime hits, Serpent gets extra aroused and antsy as springtime is usually the time where animals get ready to mate. She’d be holed up in her room all day, groaning and trying to satisfy her two cocks because although kind of a cool feature to have, two cocks means twice the amount of arousal that she will have to experience, and poor Serpent only has two hands that do a mediocre job of pleasuring her :(

She’d be so hot and burning up, wishing for this heat cycle to go away as all she needed was relief (and someone to satisfy her urge to breed), otherwise she’d be left having an uncomfortable few weeks by herself and nothing she can do will help it.

…Unless. Chief decides Serpent needs some checking up on, so she sends you (one of Serpent’s favorite people ever) to check on Serpent and see if she’s okay. When you reach her cell however, you are immediately pulled in and the hot air pretty much seals your fate as you can smell the arousal from Serpent penetrating the room.

She’s super cuddly with you. Groaning and whining before pushing you down on the bed to trap you there. She’s not doing anything yet, because even in that cloudy haze, she still wants your consent. But from the look in your eyes, she could tell you wanted to help her just as badly as she wanted you. And by the way you were eying her two excited erections, she could tell you were drooling quite a bit at the prospect of “helping her out” just a tiny bit…

Expect to be flipped over on your stomach so Serpent could get a good look at your ass and cunt. The snake woman would be practically salivating at the sight, as she strokes herself while watching you and lubes you up with that long tongue of hers. She can’t wait to make you feel so full, to stretch you beyond your limit as she rubs her two shafts in between your thighs to make you feel what you are about to experience.

Serpent isn’t cruel by any means, so she goes slow when she first pushes into you. She isn’t big, but because there are two of her size, it feels very unique to have her penetrating you twice all at the same time. It’s practically double the girth that your pussy and ass (or just pussy if Serpent is feeling bold) are experiencing, and the moment you let out a small moan, Serpent picks it up and begins to instinctively thrust.

Her body would just move on it’s own, keen on breeding the beautiful woman in front of her, and Serpent would practically be quivering at the thought. So much so that she’d latch onto you to keep you trapped underneath her body, despite being a rather petite woman…

Needless to say, you aren’t leaving her bed anytime soon. Or rather… “nest” as Serpent likes to call it, due to the fact she wants you to bear her offspring sooner or later… 💕

…sorry. I have a breeding kink.

[bookyeom]

Seventeen Fic Recs (September 2023)

Hello everyone! I wanted to make an official post to share some of my favourite Seventeen x Reader fics that I’ve read lately, or ones that have continued to stay on my mind. I guarantee I’m going to miss a bunch of them because there are so many talented people on this website, but I plan to make another one of these soon!

(Also, a side plug for my own fics here. I’ve finally gotten around to posting some of my writing, and hope to continue, so if you want to have a browse and reblog/message me your thoughts, please feel free!)

@wqnwoos first up, I wanted to shoutout Hana for all of her writing. I’m going to include some of my favourite recent drabbles, but I literally love all of them, so please go read everything over on her blog. A couple of my faves here, here, here, here and here.

Secondly, I need to shoutout @savventeen: Savv!!! You know how I feel about your writing, and I need to include my favourite Dino fic of all time immediately or I WILL burst: Got My Heart in My Feet (Cause They Lead Me to You) aka one of my favourite fics in any fandom ever. I cannot express how many times I have read this.

The rest below the cut:

Promise Ring by @lovelyhan - Dino x Reader, F2L royalty/fantasy au aka two of my all time favourite things put together, smut at the end

The Physics of Love by @cheolism - As a DK bias, I have such a hard time finding DK fics, but this one… This is it. This is the one. DK x Reader, F2L (god, I really have a type)

Coming home by @fairyhaos - DK x Reader, Established Relationship

Under the Collar by @miraclewoozi - Go read this fic immediately, but don’t talk to me about it unless you want me to cry. DK x Reader, F2??

What? Like It’s Hard? By @starsstuddedsky - THEE Hoshy fic. Hoshi x Reader, F2L/idiots-to-lovers, Star I love ur mind

These Endless Summer Nights by @blossom-hwa - One of my favourite Hoshi x Reader fics. Absolutely stunning. S2L, smut if i recall correctly, summer romance

2.22AM by @secndlife - Hoshi x Reader, F2??

Burn, Palace, Burn by @fairyhaos - So this was written as part of the 2k celebration (!!!) and I loved it so much, but everything Yena writes is iconic tbh so go read them all. This one in particular is a Jeonghan x Reader historical/fantasy au and… hehehe. See for yourself

“I Know, But Don’t Say It” by @taetaespeaches - Jeonghan x Reader, angst, ouchie, so good.

Heart is Full of Fairy Lights by @savventeen - Another one by the inimitable Savv. Joshua x Reader, Friends/Roomates-to-Lovers

Golden Hour by @dkfile - Joshua x Reader, F2L

you are my kingdom by @fairyhaos - Jun x Reader, royalty au

Other People’s Weddings by @neoneun-au - Seungcheol x Reader. Fake dating. Help

You say the stupidest (sweetest) things by @savventeen - Seungkwan x Reader, F2L. Look, I know this wasn’t solely written for me, but it was requested by me, therefore I claim this as mine and Seungkwan’s life story. xoxo

On Idiocy, Bugs and the Prospect Of Forever by @wqnwoos - Vernon x Reader, F2L, one of my favourite lil Vernon fics ever tbh

Every Page is Empty by @neoneun-au - Another one of my favourite fics, ever. Vernon x Reader, F2L

Sure by @beahae - Why am I just now realizing that all of my favourite fics are Vernon fics? No comment… Anyway! THIS FIC!!!!!!!!! Wow. WOW. Vernon x Reader, F2L, smut, absolutely stunning

Tidal by @eoieopda - Vernon x Reader, established relationship, smut (it’s just smut but it’s SO CUTE HELP)

Don’t Sweat It by @miraclewoozi - Aka the best Lee Jihoon fic ever written. Woozi x Reader, S2L, smut, I’m obsessed with them

The Spring to Your Smile by @wooahaes - This is a link to all the members’ parts of this series. Loved every single one of them! Genre changes based on member :)

All of @nonranghaes little drabbles hit deep (go read them all) but here and here are two faves!!

A/N: awful, horrible, terrible Hao, Wonwoo and Mingyu slander here. I am so disorganized and couldn’t find any of the fics I wanted to post, so they will be back in earnest in the next one, I swear it.

[queen-mabs-revenge]

If you don't mind me asking, what is this Late Late Toy Show you've been posting about? It looks wild.

how do i begin to explain the late late toy show?

ok as someone who didn't grow up with it, i'll give it my best shot. it's ostensibly a big variety show that's meant to show off the new hit toys of the year and give parents a bit of a hint as to what the kiddos might want, especially when said kiddos are hopped up on chocolate and pointing at the tv when smth their little sugar blitzed hearts desire shows up.

but in reality....it's the host ryan tubridy bedecked in increasingly heinous sweaters (and the occasional fursuit) absolutely unhinged - pupils the size of dinner plates - from minute one at the most manic pace you've ever seen in your life.

either the most heartwarming, the most chaotic, or the most savage kids around alternating between making the audience cry and then ruthlessly bullying ryan with the gleeful malice only a child can wield. children performing talents in clips that will 100% be shown to future prospective partners in 10-15 years. kids meet their celebrity idols, big huge life-changing gifts are given, and there's one for everyone in the audience as well!

50% of the toys don't work, the other 50% are kind of inconsequential to the real star of the show which is the absolute unhinged energy that is fed into by millions of people in ireland and around the world releasing a year's worth of crushing anxiety into sadistically cheering on a grown man absolutely losing his mind over the course of the entire fever dream.

true culture, tbh.

[gabessquishytum]

initially i wanted this to be about hob, but i think it makes more sense to be about dream, since he's magical and can force himself to not have refractory periods or anything like that

but dream, blindfolded, with each of his prospects/men he gets shipped with. obviously they all want him, and the competition between them has gotten on his nerves, so he decides whichever of them can please him the best (hence the blindfold, no bias) is the one that gets to actually have sex with him. maybe cori goes to suck him off, and hob chooses to eat his ass, etc.... but its just a blind competition

OOO yeah hot tbh!! I think it would be quite amusing to bring all his love-interests from the show and comics into the lineup, if only because it would be hilarious to see him try to guess who is who. Imagine Calliope goes down on him and he's like "umm. Is that Lucifer?" And Calliope is like "this is why we got a divorce".

In any case, Dream does very much get what he deserves and needs: overwhelming love and care and a constant stream of daydreams which all focus on his pleasure. He didn't quite realise how difficult it would be to choose, because by the fifth or sixth time he cums on someone's mouth or fingers, he's really starting to lose track! Even for his infinite mind, so much stimulation is overwhelming.

Even though its very competitive, all of Dream’s potential lovers are really focused on working together to make him feel good. Which makes it even harder to choose, because they're helping each other and it's not fair! How can he make an informed choice when Lucienne is kissing him and Hob is sucking his nipples and Cori is fingering his hole?! He tries to complain but begins to realise that this whole competition thing was probably just a ruse for the people who love him to take care of him, and that kind of makes him want to cry (in a good way).

Fuck it, they can all fuck him. They've all earned it in their individual ways. He can try again at picking The One tomorrow, or something....

[star-girl69]

Keep Me Ablaze

Jake Sully x Neytiri x Fem!Reader

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a/n: i cried a little while writing this tbh… i hope you all enjoy!!

warnings: death, parent death, mentions of injury, crying, swearing, tell me if i missed anything!!

Chapter Eighteen- I Know Loss

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The fire bursts forth from Hometree like you dropped a rock into water, burning outward on all sides, a ring of fire.

You eye it wearily, squeeze Neytiri’s hand, your bow long discarded and trampled into your haste to run to safety.

Eytukan runs alongside you, ordering The People out and into the forest, into safety, when suddenly his hand presses into your shoulder and he pushes you away, making you fall into Neytiri.

She catches you, when her father shouts for you to go.

Her face falls, and you watch as she reaches forward, hand on his arm, but he only shoves her away and shouts for her to go again.

“Neytiri!” you shout, the fire seeming all that much closer, the warmth sinking under your clothes, tugging her back.

She stumbles, eyes fixed on her father, but she is his daughter so she turns and squeezes your hand, so tight it’s like you’re her lifeline, and follows you deeper into the forest.

Other Na’vi scramble around you, everyone falling over themselves, tripping over roots and rocks they have known their entire life. Survival will do that to you, you have noticed. The world falls away until this is just all it is. You, your breath, and the prospect of safety.

You can hear people screaming, and then you can hear it. They cut through the sky like birds, shooting towards Hometree as if to catch their prey. But this is nothing natural, nothing normal. This is destruction in its simplest form.

It all explodes behind you like a million little deaths, a million little screams and lives lost. You imagine each plant petal, each inch of bark, all consumed by fire, nothing but ashes in their wake.

The ground shakes under you, like some vengeful god has come to exact justice for a crime you never even knew you committed.

Then, during one hard shake, rattling so deep you feel it in your bones, your heart, your legs give out and you bring Neytiri down with you.

You shout, and your throat feels like it’s been torn it two.

“Go!” Neytiri says, somehow fighting over the ash filling the air, the fear that takes a physical form in your lungs, like charred wood is filling you instead of air.

You manage to bring yourself to your feet, hand falling from hers, and it kicks at something in your heart but the need to live overrides all else.

The bombs explode, booming loud right in your ears, and you doubt you’ll ever get the sound out.

You can see each blade of grass shudder.

Another one comes, and you’re down again, knees scraping against the dirt and grass, stinging like hot wax hitting your skin.

You are forced to start crawling, as dehumanizing as it is, staying low to the ground so you won’t collapse completely when the ground shakes, only stutter.

All you can think about is the ground in front of you, getting away from the flames.

Neytiri stops, and you scream for her, turn back and see her staring up at the burning Hometree, at the pitch black smooth rolling off of it.

Then, the bombs stop.

That’s all it is for a moment, unspoken horror at what’s just happened, heartbeat deafening in your ears.

The leaves fall, so softly, fluttering. They sound like crunching bones. They sound like death.

You had mistaken Neytiri’s understanding for awe, disbelief.

She realized it before you.

And you knew already that Hometree would fall, but you never expected it to fall on you.

The sound of wood creaking fills the air, almost like it’s screaming, sobbing. It has been bombed and now it burns- how can you blame it for falling?

Neytiri stops, and you place your hand on her shoulder.

What are you supposed to do? Run and die? Stay and die? Where do you go? Everything fades into one, Neytiri’s braids swaying in the wind, hitting your face, and you can’t even be bothered to bat them away.

A woman’s scream rents the air, ear-piercing, and you’re shocked back to reality.

You think you scream, Neytiri grabs her hand, a million words traveling through your skin.

It falls slower than you expected. You almost thought it was come crashing down, but it makes sense. How would something that has stood so strong for so many years even know how to fall?

You didn’t know how to burn, not until they showed you.

And it seems Hometree has been taking lessons from the leaves, because it falls, the branches crashing behind you, closing you in, darkness consuming you.

It sounds like a god is stepping on you. It feels like your fire is burning out, your time is up, like you’re dying.

Then, you aren’t.

It all stops, Hometree bouncing a few times from the recoil, until there is no more vengeful god. No falling. Only the after. Only the destruction.

Neytiri stands slowly, staring at the fallen branches of the only home she has ever known.

You can hear the screams, the cries, and all you can do it sit motionless on the ground. The world has fallen before you, and you cannot even speak.

—-

“Father! Father!” Neytiri calls, and you pant as you trail behind her, smoke in your lungs, eyes to the ground. Debris and small patches of fire are everywhere- and Neytiri cannot protect you and look for her father.

Suddenly, the shouting stops. You look up in the odd silence, the only sound the crackling of fire, before Neytiri starts sobbing.

You startle and look up, side stepping a burning branch. “Neytiri-” but the words die in your throat.

Eytukan lays on his side, something sharp protruding from his chest. A piece of wood, you realize. How cruel is it that he should die from the home he protected so fiercely?

Neytiri turns him on his back, and you can barely stand the sound of her wails through your groans. You don’t know what to do. Do you comfort her? Let her be?

“Daughter…” Eytukan gasps, the Na’vi translating quick in your mind. He raises his arm, hands still wrapped tightly around his bow. “Take… my… bow…” he gasps, like living is killing him.

You cannot imagine how much pain he’s in, how much pain Neytiri is in. Slowly, you come closer, fall to your knees next to her. It’s jarring to see someone so proud and so tall, someone you have looked up to all your life, reduced to nothing by the humans and their pointless ruination.

“Protect The People,” he whispers, and Neytiri cries as she takes the bow from him. He speaks like living is killing him, like it is a chore to breathe, his heart to beat. It is no surprise that his hand falls limp to the ground, his chest falls flat.

“I’m so sorry,” you gasp, because what else are you supposed to do? You wrap your arms around her shoulders, and she falls against you, hands around her father’s bow. “I’m so, so, sorry.”

You breathe deeply, feel like the world is crashing in on you when she turns her head, presses her forehead to yours.

“They’re gonna take me,” you whisper, tears falling down your one face. You grieve for the forest, your mother, for Eytukan and for Hometree. “They’re gonna take me, Neytiri- I’m so sorry-”

“You can’t,” she breathes, her sobs stopping for a moment, her hand digging into your arm. “You can’t leave me,” she pleads, “not like this, my Y/N, you can’t leave me.” But both of you know that you have no choice.

You swallow, force back your tears. You want her to know this, know how you feel. “I don’t know what to do without you, I don’t- I love y-”

“Y/N! Neytiri!”

Even like this, you would recognize his voice anywhere.

You cannot bring yourself to look at him, and you aren’t even sure if Neytiri notices him, to busy in her grieving, in her whispered words for you to stay. You can do nothing but hold her tighter, give her this memory.

Jake’s footsteps crackle throughout the broken forest, and you still can’t look, too scared you’ll regret it all.

You can see him fall to his knees next to the two of you, and he hesitates for one moment, before placing a hand on the backs of your necks.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, “I’m sorry,” but words will do nothing.

“Get away,” Neytiri sobs.

“I’m sorry-”

“Get away!” she shrieks, tearing herself from you, grabbing her father’s bow and pressing it to his chest. “Get away! Get away from here!”

And you feel it, ever so slowly, like a wave rising.

“Neytiri,” you mutter, and the last thing you hear is her gasp, and the last thing you feel is her hands on you.

You know that when you wake, you will never see her again.

—-

Neytiri knows she is strong, knows that she has survived much. She has hidden tears for years, pushed aside her emotions in favor for the clan.

Now, her father is dead, and it all comes pouring out. She thinks of her sister, Hometree, the utraya mokri. She thinks of the years alone, without her sister, without Y/N.

She thought she had her back, and then Jake was there, filling her life with his stupid human ways and his stupid face and all that is him.

She thought she had her Y/N back, and then Neytiri heard her name from her lips, and Neytiri’s hands come around her so quick, and she falls to her knees, holding Y/N like she’s everything precious in the world.

And with how much she has lost, she is now.

She gasps, and Jake fades from her mind, and now she is holding her best friend, her mate’s, limp body in her arms, next to her dead father.

She sobs, and she thinks that she will surely run out of tears today.

And then his hand touches Y/N’s head. He caresses it like he’s done before, and Neytiri had smiled when he did it before, but this is not then.

“I’ll protect her,” he breathes, “I’ll protect her.”

But she’s trusts Jake no longer, and his words mean nothing to him.

“I won’t let them hurt her, I promise-”

“Go away,” she sobs, wondering how many times she must repeat it. “Go away, go away,” and she is pleading. She cannot even stand to look at him anymore.

She imagines his ears tucking against his head, his tail dropping low. A part of her that still loves him, that will always love her mate breaks a little, but the stronger part of her is cruel.

Good, she thinks. This is what he deserves.

I still love him, another part of her sings, and she cries more, adds another loss to her list.

She cannot take anymore loss.

But she knows it is inevitable, but now, as Jake’s footsteps fade, as Y/N’s body grows cold, she promises that she won’t let them take from her like this again. She will fight tooth and nail for what is hers, even if all she has is herself and the girl she will always love.

She won’t let them take her, not anymore.

—-

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[jadonsgf]

literally have been giggling about ronaldo all day 🤭 this guy spent the entire summer begging for a new club and the only offer he got was in saudi arabia, then he threw threw a tantrum bc he got benched then went crying to piers morgan after ten hag put him on the naughty step for 5 minutes, did a week long interview before the world cup chatting shit about his greatness, got made redundant by man utd, was the biggest flop of all time during the world cup & watched a 21yr old take his place in the team and score a hattrick in the ro16 when ronaldo has precisely 0 world cup knockout goals, got knocked out of the world cup after everyone gave it large about how he was about to cement his legacy and finally he watched his greatest ever rival not only win the world cup but play in the best ever final, be the best player in the tournament and be crowned the king of football by literal royalty. he's unemployed, no prospects and messi & mbappe have both taken a big fat shit on his legacy or whatever was left of it. if i was him i would just kms tbh

[lcvernat]

I’m Sorry | Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Request: Hey :)

Idk if you’re doing requests or not but if you are…

I wanna ask if you can please do a Nat x TeenR with Angst or Nat x femR with anxiety

Tbh as long as it has Angst in it :)

You dont have to give me any recognition for it as long as you tag my bestie @romanoffs-widow in it bc she loves this type of thing 🥰 thanks!

Word Count: 2.3k

Content Warnings: definitely very angsty, anxiety, panic attacks, overall bad mental health + pls read at your own discretion!

A/N: hi anon! i chose to go with nat x fem reader for this request :) i hope that’s okay!! and i hope your bestie enjoys <3 + for everyone out there who suffers from anxiety i hope this fic gives you some sort of comfort and just know you’re not alone, i promise you, and my dms are always open if you need someone to vent to!

Living with anxiety was like having a shadow following you constantly: you could never get rid of it, could never quite catch a break. It convinced you of things that you knew logically couldn't be true, but that didn't matter because your brain couldn't help but believe in it and send you spiraling. It made you second guess and overthink everything, and it made the simplest of daily tasks impossible. Sleeping was really the only time that you were free from the torment that was your thoughts.

You never quite fit in anywhere. Your friends quickly became tired of you bailing on them at the last minute when they invited you out, so they eventually just stopped inviting you. You couldn't quite blame them, but you didn't know how to explain that the very prospect of going outside made you feel so violently nauseous you spent most of the morning sitting on the floor of your bathroom beside the toilet, and then every time you ended up cancelling because you just. Couldn't. Do. It. And you felt pathetic for it.

All you wanted was to be normal. To make these thoughts go away. To stop freaking out about every single thing. Yet they never went away, no matter what you did. The physical symptoms had to be the worst to deal with. You could manage the thoughts sometimes, could ignore them sometimes, but the nausea, sweating, shaking, and the constant feeling of something being stuck in your throat was a nuisance to deal with. You felt so drained from it some days that all you wanted to do was lie in your bed and cry.

Oddly enough, the only time you felt solace was on missions with the Avengers. You had to be focused, with one specific goal in mind: the mission objective. It left no room for your anxiety to manifest, and it was one of the only times you were free from its grasp, despite it defying all logic - death-defying missions should’ve been the one thing that elicited anxiety in you, but it didn’t, and instead simple, mundane tasks such as going to the grocery store seemed catastrophic. It was stupid.

Through the Avengers Initiative you met your girlfriend, Natasha Romanoff, and she made everything better. You’d told her about your anxiety, knowing you couldn’t keep it a secret from a super spy who would inevitably find out, and despite you thinking it was pathetic because she had gone through so much more in her life and had seemingly never been left debilitated by the mere thought of going outside, she assured you that you weren't pathetic, and your feelings were completely valid. She understood you. She didn’t push you, and she didn’t get angry if you had to back out on dates because you couldn’t handle it. She quickly learnt what usually overwhelmed you or triggered a panic attack and made sure you avoided those situations or if you couldn’t avoid it, she’d be there by your side throughout all of it. She knew exactly how to help you when you had a panic attack and she was so loving and patient towards you, you were so eternally grateful for her. You don't know how you had managed to get this lucky, she was well and truly a miracle.

But of course, anxiety just couldn’t let you have good things without poisoning it. ‘She hates you’, ‘you’re literally so annoying’, ‘she doesn’t love you’, ‘she’ll leave eventually because everyone does’ - constant thoughts of self-hatred wormed its way into your mind, despite your best efforts of keeping them out. It got tiring, sometimes, trying to get better, because anxiety had to be one of the most persistent monsters on the planet. It never went away, no matter how hard you tried to make it go away. Your chest constantly felt tight, your hands constantly shook, you felt nauseous nearly all of the time and your mind was on constant overdrive: the thoughts never stopping. You just had to live with it.

Some days were worse than others. Today was a particularly bad day. You didn’t have any energy to get up, and had spent all day lying in bed, scrolling mindlessly on your phone. Nat and Steve had an important and quite dangerous mission coming up, so the redhead had been away all day preparing for it, which meant you were alone in your shared room. It was late evening now, and the room was starting to get dark, but you didn’t have the energy to get up and turn on the light. This morning, the thought of getting up and facing the day was so impossible you were nearly sick, so you just couldn’t do it. You couldn’t battle it today, you just couldn’t.

The sound of the bedroom door opening and footsteps walking in filled the room. The footsteps soon stopped in their tracks though, when they saw that it was nearly pitch-black inside and the light wasn't on. The only light was the screen of your phone, barely visible under all of the covers you had covered yourself with in a desperate attempt to shield yourself from the world. The light switched on then, the room filling with the glaring yellow of artificial light as you squinted your eyes, letting out a grunt of annoyance.

"Y/N?" Natasha's voice sounded cautious, as her footsteps slowly resumed, getting closer to the bed. "Are you okay, moya lyubov?" Her voice was soft as you felt the bed dip with her added weight. Her hand came up to gently remove the covers from your face so she could see you. All you do is shake your head the tiniest bit, such a small action that anyone else would’ve missed, but Natasha didn’t.

“What’s wrong? You can talk to me.”

You frown. That was a tough question. What was wrong? You didn’t know. Nothing bad had happened to you recently to make you feel like this. You didn’t have anything major happening this week that would’ve caused you to feel anxious. You simply woke up today with an insanely overwhelming feeling of anxiety. Worse than normal. There was no actual reason for it. There rarely ever was an actual reason.

Sitting up in the bed, Natasha moving back slightly to give you space, you start to play with the hem of your sweater. “I don’t know,” you mumble almost incoherently, your voice so small and fragile from not being used once today.

Natasha’s gaze softens as her hand reaches out to tentatively take yours. She gives your hand a squeeze. “I’m always here if you need to talk, you know that,”

You inhale, the familiar feeling of your chest tightening an unwelcome accompaniment. God, why were you feeling like this today? Nothing. Was. Wrong. “I don’t-“ Your throat feels tight. You swallow, the object in your throat not loosening, “I just- I need to be alone. Please.”

You never pushed Natasha away. Never. She was your rock, your medicine, your cure. The only thing that could make you feel better. But right now, you needed to be alone. So, it wasn’t surprising when confusion quickly followed by pain flashed across her features. She didn’t say anything, she just simply nodded. Natasha got off the bed, slowly making her way to the door. The soft clicking of the lock sounded as she left.

You couldn’t breathe. You rubbed your chest, but the tightness didn't ease. You clench your fists so tight you know crescent-shaped marks are engraved into your palms. 5 senses. 5 things you see. Hear. Feel. Taste. Touch.

You’re okay. Okay. You’re fine. Nothing’s wrong. You’re okay. You’re fine. Fine. You’re okay. You are okay. Nothing’s wrong.

Nothing.

Nothing.

Nothing.

You hold your head in your hands and cry.

You’d fallen asleep after. Your body and mind so tired you couldn’t stay conscious for another minute. You woke up feeling disorientated and groggy. The light was still on. Checking your phone, you realized it was well past 3am. You bite your lip before running your hand over your face. Chancing a glance at the other side of the bed, it was to no surprise that it was empty.

You felt horrible to think that Natasha never went to bed because you wanted to be left alone. You’re a horrible person. Horrible. You needed to find her. Your body screams in protest as you get out of bed for the first time in ages.

You opened the door, not surprised to be greeted with darkness as the team had clearly retired to bed hours ago. You make your way quietly through the Compound. You don’t know where Nat could possibly be. Unless she was rooming with Wanda tonight to give you space. Maybe she’d be better with Wanda anyway. At least Wanda wouldn’t have to cancel on dates because she couldn’t do it.

No. Don’t be stupid. Nat loves you; you know that.

You decide to check the kitchens first and are thankful that you don’t need to explore any further because there she is: sat at the kitchen island, a cup of coffee in front of her. She turns at the sound of your footsteps, and her eyes widen when she realizes it’s you.

Natasha is in front of you in an instant. She doesn’t touch you. She doesn’t say anything. You play with your fingers nervously. You look down at the ground as you attempt to gather your thoughts.

“I’m sorry,” you start, your voice shaky. Natasha interrupts you before you have a chance to continue by gently lifting your chin to get you to look at her.

"You have nothing to be sorry for," she says softly.

Frustrated tears spring to your eyes. Frustration at yourself and for feeling this way, for not knowing how to fix it, and pushing Natasha away too. God, you hated yourself sometimes.

"I do," you say, "I'm sorry for pushing you away, you didn't deserve that. I'm sorry for being like this for no reason because my life really isn't all that bad, you know? People have it worse and yet they aren't anxious messes all the time. You've had it worse, and you manage fine. I don't know why I'm like this and I hate it and I'm so-"

You cut off, unable to continue because the object in your throat has gotten bigger, preventing any words from getting out. You can't breathe again, and tears are streaming down your face. The next thing you feel is Natasha's arms wrapping around your body. You wrap your arms around her as tight as you possibly can while your head goes to rest in the crook of her neck and all you can do is just cry.

Cry because everything's been too much recently, too overwhelming, your mind has been a hellscape that you can never escape from, and it's just gotten too much to handle. So, you let it all out, you cry, and Natasha holds you through it all; her arm rubbing up and down your back, a steady rhythm to comfort you.

You don't know how much time has passed since you've stopped crying. Your throat is dry and sore, your cheeks are stained with tears and Natasha's shirt is wet from where you've cried. You pull away, hands reaching up to wipe away your tears, but Natasha gets there first. She dries your cheeks with her thumbs, her touch so gentle and tender as she cradles your face in her hands.

She kisses the tip of your nose and your nose scrunches in response.

"Don't ever say you're sorry for feeling the way you feel, okay?" She starts, her voice soft yet said with so much conviction you nearly start crying again, "Your feelings are completely valid, you are not a burden, or a mess, or anything else that your brain tries to convince you that you are, because none of it is true. You want to know the truth? All of us are messes, really, and it doesn't matter whether someone has it worse or not because we're all going through our own shit and battling something on our own and it is still completely valid even if you think your battles aren't valid. Some people are just good at hiding it. I am so sorry you have to battle this anxiety all of the time, and I know it must be exhausting, but you are the strongest person I know, okay? You will get through this, and you will get better. Whether it takes months or years, you will get better, and I will be right there by your side all throughout it. Some days will be worse than others, but I know you and I know that you can get through it, and you know you can go to me for anything. I love you so much, you know that right?"

Tears have sprung to your eyes again, but this time for an entirely different reason. Complete love and adoration for the redheaded woman that is currently cradling your face in her hands fills all of your senses. You nod, a smile making its way onto your face for the first time in a while.

"There's that smile I know and love," Nat says softly, returning your smile as she pulls you in for a hug again. Your smile widens as you lean back to kiss the love of your life.

You break apart to lean your forehead against hers, "I love you so much, you're the best girlfriend ever," you whisper against her lips.

"No, you're the best girlfriend ever, and I love you most."

It was 3am, you were standing in the Compound's kitchen wrapped in your lover's arms, but that was when you knew that every single word that came out of Nat's mouth was true. Even if you wake up tomorrow and have to battle your anxiety all over again, Natasha will be right by your side throughout it all. And you'll get better someday.

Maybe not today, but someday. And that was enough.

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[yakuzacanons]

hello once again prefacing with saying i love ur blog and ur headcanons :3 tbh amongst all the relationship hcs this one feels almost odd to ask but idk this is what i care about: what kind of cake flavours do u think the fellas like? if u were gonna treat em to something or get them a birthday cake, u gotta know what theyd like, right?

Last one for tonight, also anon how did you know I've literally been musing on this idea ever since I first started this blog? Same braincell fr fr. Your mind is huge and wrinkly and powerful. Long one since this now includes characters all through Yakuza 7. Enjoy!

Also, INBOX IS OPEN AGAIN. I finally have less than 10 asks so I feel comfortable taking more on. Hit me with em.

Kazuma Kiryu

Most people think he doesn't like sweets, but in reality he's just kind of neutral on them. Grew more accustomed to them when Haruka was younger as she really liked them. More than anything he's just baffled and really touched that you'd want to treat him to cake of any kind.

He likes simple cakes, preferably without frosting or a lot of decorations. Things like bundt cake or castella cake are great choices for Kiryu.

Majima Goro

Also kind of shocked that you'd want to treat him to cake but also at the same time is very excited at the prospect at being treated to cake. If you surprise him with some, he'll give you a big hug and a very enthusiastic thank you.

Tends to lean towards richer, darker flavors. Chocolate cake with a simple dark chocolate frosting is great for him. Also enjoys Black Forest cake, if you can find it.

Saejima Taiga

The poor gentle giant cannot remember the last time he had cake. It's not really something they serve in prison. Genuinely treasures the gesture and really savors it.

Honestly hasn't got a favorite. Likes cakes with some texture to them, like carrot cake. Does get easily wowed by fancy decorations or toppings.

Akiyama Shun

Out of all the boys, the most likely to return the favor of treating you to cake immediately the next time he sees you. The others would save it for an occassion but Akiyama would immediately pay you back by treating you to your favorite cake.

He's a sucker for Devil's Food cake or Red Velvet cake. Likes cream cheese frosting as it provides a nice tart contrast to the sweet intensity of the cake itself.

Tanimura Masayoshi

People rarely treat him to much of anything so he's giddy as all hell to be treated by you. Would totally love to treat you to your favorite meal on your next date as a thank you. He'd treat you to cake himself but he doesn't really know where to get good dessert. He's better with savory foods.

Likes fruity flavors, especially if they're leaning towards citrus. Pineapple upside down cake or a lemon cake would be good.

Ryuji Goda

His position means he's been treated to a fair share of desserts but it means a lot coming from someone that he personally and emotionally cares about deeply. If you make him a homemade cake, he would be speechless.

Likes cakes with some creaminess of some kind, like Boston Cream Pie (which is in fact a cake despite the name) or any kind of cheesecake.

Nishikiyama Akira

Says something like "Ah, for me? You shouldn't have!" but inside he's like "Oh wow, they got me cake? I don't know if anyone's ever done that!" and he's really happy.

Impressed by cakes with fancy layers inside, like opera cake or battenburg cake. Crepe cakes are also a good idea. Cakes with fillings are also nice. He's more about what's inside the cake than outside.

Daigo Dojima

Similar to Ryuji, his position has shown him a fair share of desserts or birthday celebrations. However, someone treating him personally is a little new. If you make him something homemade, he might actually cry a little.

Partial to coffee flavored things. Although it's not a cake in the most traditional sense, he does like tiramisu. However, a regular coffee cake is also greatly appreciated.

Mine Yoshitaka

Probably the only boy that is kind of opposed to cake. He appreciates the gesture but he just doesn't have a sweet tooth. However, as long it's milder in flavor and not intense in sweetness, he will eat it.

If he had to pick a favorite cake, he'd go with Baumkuchen as it's pretty popular in Japan and easy to get. The sweetness is pretty mild and he likes the vanilla taste as it's not super saturated.

Shinada Tatsuo

Has the strongest sweettooth out of all the boys, even more than Ichiban. Just happy to be having cake with you, honestly. You don't have to be fancy with him either. In fact, fancier cakes are kind of lost on him so don't go getting him something complex like you might do for Nishikiyama.

He's a little embarassed to say it as he thinks it sounds girlie for some reason but he likes strawberry shortcake. Victoria sponge cake is also good, as it's basically the same flavor profile but built slightly differently.

Kasuga Ichiban

Second most fond of sweets of all the boys. Type of guy to share cake with all of his friends. He's more about enjoying it all together than eating the whole cake by himself, if that makes sense.

Genuinely has no preference over what kind of cake you get. Ichiban's got a pretty open mind when it comes to food. He likes the texture of chiffon cake the most as it's super light and fluffy. When it comes to flavor, he likes the caramel taste of flan cakes a lot.

Joon-Gi Han

A sucker for a pretty and aesthetic dessert. Likes his cake almost too pretty to eat. Similar to Nishikiyama in that he will hide how excited he is to be having cake with you.

Likes chocolate cake the most in any form. As long as it's chocolate flavored in some aspect, whether it's the cake itself or just the frosting, he likes it. Dobos cake or Sachetorte are great if you really want to impress him.

Tianyou Zhao

Prefers Eastern style cakes to Western style cakes but will eat both. Actually likes more bite size desserts like cupcakes or moon cakes.

For flavors, he likes coconut or mango cake. A box of really nice moon cakes will also do but it must be at the appropriate time during the year or else he's going to wonder why on Earth you're giving those to him. Also fond of those pineapple cakes from Taiwan.