#he would watch them reaaaaally close

[strwberri-milk]

Do you think you could do genshin charas (I don't mind who! Your pick 🫶) with a reader who has a reaaaaally clingy cat

The kitty hates everyone but the reader and follows them everywhere. When the reader leaves and the cat can't follow it meows SO loud for hours until the reader comes back. Kitty will jump up on the readers shoulder and sometimes sit on their head (small kitty) and if anyone comes close to reader the kitty will start hissing and swatting at them until they back away. Basically like a guard dog but a guard kitten

hmm im giving you diluc and kaveh!! i'm also making it so that kitty warms up to him *eventually* because itd be so sad if it hated him forever :( ALSO my friends kitten literally hates me she refused to take a treat from my hand for like half an hour [sob] she would sniff it but wouldnt eat it :((( oh ya also surprise rafayel bc hes so funny LMAO

I can see Diluc taking to cats. They're more self sufficient than dogs and considering his busy work schedule he'd think it'd be a little difficult to keep a dog busy without also worrying for it's safety. When you tell him you have a cat he doesn't mind it at all but he's a little concerned when your cat starts hissing and spitting at him.

He looks at you, unsure of what to do and you explain that the cat is simply just protective of you. He doesn't want to somehow offend your cat by encroaching on your shared bubble so he looks to you to see what he can and can't do.

Now whenever your cat and Diluc hang out it's like a game of chicken. Diluc's trying to figure out what he's allowed to do (by permission of your cat) and you're trying to make sure your cat doesn't scratch Diluc/hurt itself trying to jump onto him to protect you.

Diluc also tries other ways of acclimating your cat to him. He leaves a jacket in the room you and your kitty are in together so it can explore his scent freely, waits to see if it'll come to him rather than you bringing it to him, etc. When it slowly finally warms up to him he can barely hide his relief, hating the thought of you having to choose between him or your pet.

He's very patient and your kitty seems to appreciate it, hissing at him less until finally, one day you come home and find Diluc sitting incredibly still watching your kitten sleep soundly on his lap. He's barely breathing, turning to you when he sees you come in with awe in his eyes not unlike a child's. It definitely helped that his body runs warm and kitty just needed a place to nap.

Kaveh jumps the first time your cat hisses at him. He wasn't expecting that to happen since most animals warm up to him pretty quickly. Similar to Diluc, he knows not to force a relationship between himself and your kitten so he also takes his time to acclimate your cat to him.

Unlike Diluc I think your cat would warm up to him faster. Kaveh has absolutely great vibes and animals tend to follow him around because he also has a habit of feeding them if he can. This natural kindness is shown in the way he respects your cat's boundaries and the way he watches you care for the animal.

Your cat slowly explores Kaveh only if you're close to him. He has a bit more success if he's wearing something or has something you've recently worn draped over him but he's careful if your kitty starts circling around his feet. Even if it lightly nips or hisses at him he tries not to react too strongly, knowing that it's just trying to protect you and getting mad at it is just going to halt progress.

Eventually your cat starts to slowly enjoy sitting with Kaveh and watching him sketch. It doesn't interrupt his drawings but you notice it's eyes watching his pencil flit about. When it gets more comfortable it might tentatively bat at it, Kaveh carefully picking it up and depositing it into your lap to avoid any actual damage being done to his work.

Rafayel is incredibly dramatic and because you know he's afraid of cats you've decided to keep your cat away from him. That was mostly successful until one day he came in as you were getting dressed in your room. You knew he'd be coming over and you forgot that he could just let himself in and quickly tried to make yourself decent the second you heard his screaming.

You're ready to attack whatever it is that made him lose his composure, thinking you're ready to go face to face with a Wanderer when you find him crouched on top a kitchen counter glaring daggers at you. He knew you had a cat and was under the impression that since you knew he was coming today you would have put it away.

In a weird way he tells you he's glad that your cat isn't "trying to trick him" by being cute and cuddly. He's very adamant about not touching your cat and keeping his distance away from the "creature". You'd have to convince him to touch your cat but that only happens once your cat actually calms down in his presence. It sees how you act around him and over time realises that you care a lot about him.

It takes some more time but your cat and boyfriend have some sort of peace treaty with each other that's never actually communicated. They relatively leave each other alone and tolerate each other's presence only for you.

[saintjosie]

As a performer, and someone who regularly has good things to say, how have you dealt with your singing voice? I'm nonbinary, and sometimes hate how deep my voice is because it's one of the predominant reasons people misgender me. It keeps me from singing sometimes as well, even privately to songs I've loved forever (I did perform "Under the Bridge" by RHCP at a public karaoke event last year, but I can't bring myself to watch the recording of it even though everyone applauded) I guess it's a specific kind of dysphoria?

I know when it comes to voice training you've been very vocal (pun intended) about it being a choice. And I've had some voice training but as an enby I prefer my speaking voice to be either neutral or natural. But talking and singing are kinda different, so I'm just curious to get your take on feeling more confident and less bothered singing as a trans person?

when i was a kid my dad told me i sucked at singing. he was a singer and a guitar player and i looked up to him so i internalized that deeply. but i didn’t stop singing because i just loved it. it felt good to sing. i would sing along to all the disney movies. i would sing songs at church. i was that little kid who was always humming something everywhere i went because i loved music and i loved making music. i didn’t think anyone would care to hear me sing because i had been told that my singing didn’t sound good but nothing in the world was gonna stop me from enjoying it for myself.

eventually as i got older people started telling me that i actually was pretty good at it. i didn’t necessarily believe them but i at least heard it from someone else. and then i tried recording myself singing into the shitty microphone that laptops had back in 2007. and wow, it sucked. like it reaaaaally sucked. it sucked to hear myself cause i had never heard myself recorded before. it sucked to hate what i hear and feel like maybe my dad was right the whole time. and i closed the laptop and cried and went to bed.

but then the next time i opened my laptop, the recording was still there. and i realized that i had listened through about 1/4th of it before i had lost hope and on a whim, i decided to grit my teeth and listen through the whole thing. and almost all of it still sucked. BUT. for one brief moment, for only a line or two, i heard what i wanted to hear: a voice that sounded good to my ears, recorded through the shitty microphone, played through the shitty speakers.

and from that moment on, i knew that i was going to learn to sing because nothing in my life so far had compared to how i felt hearing myself for the first time sing in the way that i wanted to.

it’s been 17 years since that happened and i haven’t stopped singing because i just fuckin love it. there’s music in my soul and it’s gonna come out whether or not i want it to and whether or not it sounds good.

“but josie, this is about your love for music not about gender” no it’s about both.

when you realized that you could express your gender in the way that you already knew you felt inside, you knew it was right and you decided you were gonna fucking do it, damn whatever people say.

and that’s the thing about dysphoria and why people have such a hard time describing it to each other. dysphoria comes from when you feel like the way your gender is perceived doesn’t line up with how you want to be perceived. when i have dysphoria, it’s not because i don’t look like a woman to the people who look at me, it’s because of how i see myself.

present your gender however you want and do it for yourself. and sing your goddamn heart out because you want to. damn whatever people say.

[lovelynim]

hiii for the ask game, can we do yanqing?! thanks and have a great day :)

[Ask Game]

I don't know much about him and, so far, the only contact I have with him in the game was a brief scene next to Jing Yuan so... I hope those don't sound too ooc huehuehue

1) On a scale of 1-10, how ticklish are they?

I'm going to say he is a solid 9, reaaaaally close to 10 hehehe

2) Where is their most ticklish spot(s)?

Hmmm, for some reason I think his feet and his tummy are at a really close tie, so it's hard to name just one

3) Which spots are they not ticklish?

So, hear me out on this one. I don't think his underarms/ribs are ticklish (or, at least, that sensitive) and he will constantly brag and claim to "not be ticklish" (just because his feet are not that easy to reach and he can watch out for anyone coming for his tummy)

so he will flex and cross his arms behind his head just to show off how "not ticklish" he is, but the moment the person starts to look a little throughly, he loses it

4) What is their laugh like?

Oh, a little bubbly, but he squeals a lot and it might go high pitched if you tickle him for too long huehuehue he is also constantly whining while getting tickled

5) Do they enjoy tickling? if yes, is it a fun platonic/familial thing, or kinky thing to them, or can it be both depending on the circumstance?

For Yanqing, it's definely a platonic/familing thing. He is really playful about it, even claiming to be as good as a ler as he is with the swords to mess with his friends huehuehue

6) Are they more often a lee or ler, generally?

I'd say he is a solid switch. He will mess around other Cloud Knights and any of his friends, but these people also snap back at him when they reach their limit heheh

7) Who is someone in their life that they tickle often?

Hmm, I'm not that familiar with his relationships besides Jing Yuan, so I can only name other Cloud Knights for this one heh

8) Who is someone in their life that they get tickled by often?

Jing Yuan, hands down.

Be it to tire him out when he is pestering the general too much or during their trainings to put him back in his place

9) Does the word “tickle” or any variation of embarrass them?

No, it doesn't. What might embarrass him is when the general decides to tell other people stories about how easily he got got during their trainings or smth like this

10) Are they embarrassed about their ticklishness, and do they try to deny/hide it?

He tries to deny it a lot and keep up with the facade that he is not ticklish but we all know this lasts for, like, two seconds

11) Would gentle tickling or rough tickling affect them more?

Gentle. He finds it harder to ignore than the rougher ones and it makes him shivers a lot just by thinking of it

12) Is there a specific spot that they enjoy being tickled, either exclusively or more than other spots? what is it?

Hmmm, his sides, maybe? Since it's close to his tummy but its also not that ticklish? Dunno, but he does give off the vibe to just enjoy tickling as a whole

13) Is there a spot that they can’t stand to be tickled, either because it’s just too sensitive, or it’s uncomfortable/painful/etc? what is it?

His feet. Usually because whoever is tickling him there will probably have his legs pinned or held somehow, so he can't just flail around and escape like other spots

14) Would they ever purposefully bug a friend/partner/sibling into tickling them, and if so, how would they go about it?

HE PESTERS JING YUAN A LOT FOR THIS EXACT REASON AND YOU CAN'T CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE

15) Does teasing affect them?

Only if they are teasing him about his previous claims, it makes him panic and blush a lot huehuehue

[certified-anakinfucker]

i am deeply intrigued by the superior obitine so. 2 for pre-relationship, 5 + 14 for general and 8 for love for obikaisa

AND IT IS THE SUPERIOR OBITINE YOU SHALL RECEIVE (ship questions redux - still open btw im just dying of school rn)

PRE-RELATIONSHIP 2. What was their first impression of each other? Khakaisa was wondering who the fuck is this fucking idiot. What the fuck is his problem. Why is he staring at her like that. Does he want to get punched? She may be the duke's daughter but her mother taught her how to absolutely beat down some ass, Jedi powers or not. She had her own shiny energy sword and she bets it'll cut that weird Jedi blade in half. (He's really cute when he gets flushed, after noticing that Khakaisa was watching him too. He never backs down from a challenge. He might be worth it.

And on the other side of that paragraph of emotions, Obi-Wan was mostly worried about the fact that he's reaaaaally breaking the Jedi Code here because he's definitely falling for the duke's daughter. And no matter how many hours he spends reciting it to get his mind off of her.. welp. He's down bad. Respectfully.

GENERAL 5. What is their height difference? Age difference? Do either matter to them? Height difference, I'll say it's really funny when they first met. Obi was probably like, 5'6. Still working on his growth spurt. A little pipsqueak. Khakaisa was already 5'10. Age difference, they're the same age - Khakaisa has maybe a month on him. They don't care about either, especially because their TCW reunion had Obi-Wan at roughly 6' I think? And Khakaisa made it to maybe 6'1. They're about the same height.

14. What are some songs that apply to their relationship, in-universe or otherwise? "Sunlight" - Hozier || This one works good for their over-arching relationship!

All the tales the same Told before and told again A soul that's born in cold and rain Knows sunlight, sunlight, sunlight And at last can grant a name To a buried and a burning flame As love and its decisive pain Oh, my sunlight, sunlight, sunlight

but also. this one.

Each day, you'd rise with me Know that I would gladly be The Icarus to your certainty Oh, my sunlight, sunlight, sunlight Strap the wing to me Death trap clad happily With wax melted, I'd meet the sea Under sunlight, sunlight, sunlight

"STRATOSPHERE" - Starset || YOU ALREADY KNOW I HAD TO BRING STARSET INTO THIS but this entire song.. Obi-Wan's point of view of Khakaisa, and I just. Need I say more than this? The whole song exactly but THIS PART RIGHT HERE.

I climbed to where the sky fades 'Til I'm a castaway 'Til I asphyxiate I caught your eyes, bird of prey And I can't cauterize The open wound you made Stratosphere Floating in your stare Take me far from here Are you even there? I miss the way you felt to breathe And it fills me with despair, oh Stratosphere You fill my lungs and take away the air

LOVE 8. Do they prefer verbal or physical affection? They're very much physical with their love, every chance they could get they would be stuck together like velcro. Words are one thing, but actions are quite another. Holding hands, pressing shoulders together; they agree that beskar is as close to skin as skin can be, so to let Obi-Wan rest on her chestplate or her pauldrons is much like their skin-to-skin contact quota.

[just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi]

Clyde and Mason Miserable

Tw: angst, stalker mention, comforted by whumper

[Masterlist]

Clyde heard the door open and bolted down the hall. His socks slid on the floor and he had to grab onto the corner of the wall to keep from falling over. Home? Was he home? Did Master find him? He was home, right?

It was Neal.

“Neal, thank god you’re here. I don’t-”

“M-Master? Did, did you….”

Mason turned and felt his heart fall. Clyde looked so heartbroken, eyes still red and jaw shaking. Poor thing was glancing back and forth from the man to the door, as if manifesting it open by pure will.

“No Clyde. Neal’s just here to help out for a bit.”

Clyde tried to swallow, tried to keep it together but failed completely. A sob broke out and he stumbled backwards, steadying himself on a wall. He had hoped so bad it was Rudy, that he was back, that he was there where he belonged but it wasn’t. The other boy was still missing and that fact destroyed Clyde everytime it crossed his mind.

“Bugs...” Mason said, walking over to him. Clyde fell into his arms, the old nickname just making him cry harder. “I know, I know you want him back. Fuck, I want him here, too. The police are looking, okay? They’re gonna find him. They’re gonna bring him back.”

He believed him, he would always believe his Master but that didn’t make the sharp pains in his chest go away. Clyde wrapped his arms around the man’s shoulders as tight as he could and cried into his neck. He might have overheard Mason quietly relay a message to Neal, but he didn’t have the state of mind to parse the words.

It had been such a long time that the other boy was there, with them. He was supposed to be there. Some part of his brain told him that there was nothing he could have done, but Clyde still felt like he was responsible for the younger pet. It was his job to keep an eye out for him most of the time. During the long days at home waiting for Master to come back it was his job to keep Rudy distracted, keep him calm if he panicked.

Mason wrapped Clyde’s legs around his waist to pick him up and bring him over to the couch. Eventually he just got too tired to continue crying, but he couldn’t bring himself to let go of Master’s shirt. What if he disappeared too? What if the moment that Clyde let go he would also be snatched away? Then Clyde would be so, so alone.

“I can’t fucking believe this,” Mason said to Neal softly, rubbing circles onto his pet’s back. He took a deep breath and let it go, not wanting to cry in front of the boy. He needed him right now, needed to see him strong. But god, it was so hard. His thoughts were racing. Mason knew the pet industry inside and out. Knew the process, knew the methods - knew about the other side. Not all people were good people, and people that stole someone else’s pet was damned sure not to be a good person. He didn’t want to believe it, he fought against it, but Mason knew the darkness in some pet owners.

What was happening to him? He tried to convince himself of the best realistic option - pet traders? Holding Rudy until they could sell him under the table to another collector? The boy was cute enough, loveable, well behaved. He would fetch a good price, which means they would have to house him well - right? Mason told himself that he believed it. That the police would find Rudy scared and tired but safe and minimally taken care of.

But that wasn’t the picture that kept coming into his head. No, all he could think of were small cages and chains and the pictures of horrible banned muzzles he had seen. Rudy was far too delicate for those devices. The poor thing wasn’t accustomed to being struck or chained up. The thought of Rudy coming back with bruises on his wrists and face made Mason want to throw up.

He pressed his face into Clyde’s hair.

“God, I just want them to find him. I want him to be home. Who the fuck would even do this?”

“I am here to help with absolutely anything you need. I already ordered food and don’t even think of trying to pay me back,” Neal said, face laced with concern. Mason smiled tiredly.

“Thanks.”

Neal bit his lip, obviously thinking of something else.

“What? What is it?”

“You said you didn’t know who would do this-”

“What the fuck do you mean,” Mason interrupted, hugging Clyde closer, “Of course I don’t know…” Mason took a deep breath, trying to relax. He let his head fall back and swallowed thickly. “I’m sorry. I snapped at you and, fuck, sorry.”

The other man waved it away, understanding. “I get it. I was just thinking - you know that weird guy commenting on your stuff? On your stuff about Rudy?”

Mason sat up straight, head snapping to attention. No, there was no way. He grabbed for his phone, nearly knocking Clyde off his lap.

“C-comments about Rudy?” the pet asked, raising his head again. Mason shushed him quickly.

“Not now, Clyde. Shh.”

The boy shrunk back, retreating back to the place, the role, where he was obedient and safe. Mason flicked through his phone, looking at his most recent post that had been auto-scheduled for today.

No comment from the creep.

And that creep always made some sort of comment, always had a jab or a promise or something - especially now that Rudy wasn’t being shown at all. He sat back, scrolling and scrolling, searching for that stupid username.

Nothing.

He sat back, staring at Neal. “It was them.”

Neal shook his head wistfully, “Fucking creep. Can you tell the cops? That would help, right? They can like, do things with that?”

Mason tapped Clyde, getting him off his lap. He stood, calling the officer he met two days ago. “I don’t know, but I’m sure as hell going to tell them.”

~~

With a lack of any concrete things to do in this situation, they ended up just putting on a show. Episode after episode autoplayed, none of the people in the room able to repeat anything about the plot. Food came and they ate, Clyde with a little prompting but he did eat. Neal brought a bag to stay the night, which Mason was grateful for.

Clyde however, didn’t want to go upstairs. He lingered by the door.

“Master, can… can I stay down here? Just in case he comes home?” His voice was rough and tired. Mason sighed.

“No Clyde. Go upstairs.”

Biting his lip, Clyde conceded. Mason started up the stairs and paused once he noticed the boy wasn’t following. With a glance, he saw Clyde’s head turned to the door yet again, staring through the hard wood. He clicked once and the boy took a step forward without looking away, foot awkwardly kicking the stair. Mason sighed again.

He couldn’t even fault him.

“Come on,” he tried again, going over to the pet and guiding him by the shoulders upstairs.

Clyde went obediently until they got to their bedroom. He whined and pushed back, unwilling to go inside. He couldn’t, he just couldn’t stand to see Rudy’s bed empty and his side of the room clean. It was wrong. It was horrible.

Mason had to swallow thickly, inherently understanding the boy’s reluctance. He wouldn’t want to stay in there either.

And even if Clyde had, Mason wanted him close right now to stave off the fear that he would disappear, too.

“Okay, shh shh shh it’s okay. Come here - you’ll stay with me tonight.”

Clyde nodded quickly and took a hitched breath. “Thank you, Master.”

When they got to Mason’s room Clyde practically fell onto the bed and curled into the pillows. Mason hesitated, but decided not to make him change into sleeping clothes. The clothes he got for him - them, were soft enough to sleep in. He had gotten the clothes for them and Rudy was not gone.

Eventually, Mason shut off the light and climbed into the bed with him. Clyde rolled over immediately, grabbing onto Mason and pulling him close. The boy seemed too tired to cry anymore, butting his head into Mason’s chest and trying to hide there.

There, in the darkness with his remaining pet, Mason let himself cry.

~

Tagging @whumpingredroses @suspicious-whumping-egg @as-a-matter-of-whump @albino-whumpee

[leonhardt-simp]

AOT girls + Hange reacting to ‘deez nuts’ jokes.

[modern AU]

this isn’t a request but it’s funny so, here you go as my first post. Requests are open ! reblogs are okay ! this is a repost since I moved acc !

cw/ kind of suggestive on yelena’s

Annie Leonhardt: She would look at you with a whole lot of judgment for making such a joke in the first place. Expect a light punch in the arm or a pillow thrown to your face after said joke.

“what do you want to eat?” Annie asked, looking down at her phone as she proceeded to scroll through her phone. You both had been out all day and had both arrived at her house bit late.

Just as you were gonna answer, you suddenly had a grand thought come to mind.

you moved your body back to rest against the back of the couch, crossing your arms over your chest as you let out a light hum.

“hmm, how about DN?” you smiled at her, her expression suddenly turning into one of confusion as she looked up from her phone.

“what’s DN?”

“DEEZ NUTS ! HAH !” You laughed in victory.

Annie wouldn’t even respond. She just looked at you, her eyes squinting and eyebrows furrowed down.

She even tilted her head a bit, trying to understand how the joke was funny.

“Really-?”

“Sheesh, tough crowd.”

Mikasa Ackerman: she would be genuinely confused at first because she didn’t understand who candice was. poor girl would actually think someone named candice was an actual person in your life. you would have to explain the joke.

Mikasa and you both would be hanging out at the library with connie and sasha when the opportunity had risen.

Connie had been joking around with you and sasha as Mikasa had been studying with the small chaos, using it a background noise.

it was actually also Connie telling you to make the joke in the first place, he had been getting everyone else with it but he hadn’t had the opportunity to catch mikasa off guard yet.

So, you did. “Mikasa.” you leaned over to her side, Connie and Sasha were already laughing and giggling like idiots across the table.

“hmm?” she asked, looking up from her laptop and over to you with a the most genuine expression. “what is it?”

You couldn’t back down yet !

“Do you know candice?” Her expression faltered a bit and look a bit confused.

“You never spoke of a candice to me before- Who’s candice?-“

“CANDICE DIC-“

“Lower your voice-“ Mikasa would interrupt you, your confidence almost instantly dissipating in the little pause between you both.

“Now, who’s Candice-? Is she someone from your class-?”

Connie and Sasha bursted out into laughter when the joke couldn’t even come out of your mouth. How could you continue now?

Sasha Braus: You can’t outplay her in these jokes, she knows them like the back of her hand. She always manages to flip the joke onto you. almost always ends up with her laughing at you.

You both had gone to go out to eat so you both had been just sitting in her truck, her hand resting in yours as you both waited in the drive-thru line.

You had been trying for a good minute to catch her in these jokes. It’s not like you would do it all the time but, you knew you were getting close to getting her back. So you found your chance.

Casually, you began to start up on another conversation. hoping, you could catch her finally.

“Sasha, You never really did tell me. Do you prefer tapes or cds?” you asked as you turned to her, playing with the wristbands she wore. Sasha didn’t take the bait.

“Oh? I thought I told you on our first date. Remember? I even told you I was huge fan of D.” She responded casually.

This was what suddenly caught you off guard.

“I never even heard of a singer named Dee-“

“DEEZ NUTS”

“god fucking damn it, sasha-“

Historia Reiss: She would just let out the biggest groan and just be like “Reaaaaally?” it’s funny. She later try to get you back but she would fumble on her joke and say it wrong. Eventually, she would get frustrated and just go “Man, whatever-“

it was an easy opportunity with Historia, especially now. She was more focused on playing animal crossing than anything else really at the moment.

She was resting comfortably in between your legs, the back of her head just resting against your abdomen as she ran around her virtual island.

“Hisu.” You couldn’t help but start laughing at your girlfriend’s impending doom.

Her hand movements paused slightly to tilt her head up to look at you. “hmm?”

“I heard you had a little crush on Venessa Paradis?” you questioned.

“I- what-?” Historia immediately sat up at the sudden accusation. “who the hell said that? who the fuck is Vanessa?”

“Pair a deez nuts !” You caught her and with that, you suddenly got a pillow to the face.

“REALLY? THAT’S LIKE THE THIRD TIME THIS WEEK-“

“YOU SHOULD’VE LEARNED FROM YOUR MISTAKES, DARLING-“

Ymir: Ymir doesn’t even give you the satisfaction of even answering questions. it’s usually gonna be like “If it’s another deez nuts joke, I swear-“ sometimes she will just tease you for the fact you still make those jokes.

Ymir often took you out for lil drives at night, since usually during exam season you both barely get to see each other. Just some light music playing and you both just enjoying each other’s company.

Of course, though during your usual catch-up conversations. You decided to pull another joke on her.

“Connie has been telling me you’ve been into imagine dragons lately? what’s up with that?” you questioned.

Ymir just looked at you, she let her lips press together in a little thin line as she just let the silence grow between you. she just looked at you as if you already knew the answer.

“you know, I’ve laughed at funnier jokes hisu’s niece had told me.” she said, looking back at the road ahead.

“low blow, ymir.”

“blow on deez nuts.”

“YMIR-!”

Pieck Finger: She just kinda looks at you with a lil doe eyes. Sometimes she conflicted between saying “wow, you really said that.” and “wow, that was actually kind of a good one.” isn’t one to ruin your fun but doesn’t mean she can’t judge.

Pieck had just gotten out from her exhausting classes. She wanted nothing more than to just visit you and lay on you, let you just hold her as she napped for a bit of the day.

When she had arrived to your dorm, you could easily see that the day had taken a toll on her energy.

After tossing her bag to the ground, Pieck made her way on over to your side of the dorm room and crawled onto your bed to take her spot on top of you.

“Pieck, my love, darling. move a bit, I’m watching the Yankees vs Expoz game.” You asked, finding a more comfortable position. You would let your hand rest on Pieck’s lower back as your eyes turned back to the small tv you had.

Pieck’s head lifted up to look at the tv, somewhat interested. “Who are the Expoz?”

“EXPOZ DEEZ NUTS.” Without saying, she would just get off of you and go take her nap with her back turned to you.

“I- babe I’m joking-“

“nope- lost your chance.”

Yelena: Yelena doesn’t really care for these kinds of jokes. Sometimes they will just kinda fly over her head or she will just roll her eyes and continue on with what she was saying or doing.

Yelena and you had been getting both getting ready for a small gathering that she wanted to go to. Just her, you and some friends. It was to celebrate for finishing off exam season strong or something like that.

“Do you think this top would look nice with these pants?” she asked, holding up a white and blue stripped button up and some black pants.

“it’s just casual wear, right? then definitely, but make sure you don’t leave it unbuttoned like you usually do. I’m tired of seeing waitress ladies look at you.” You answered. You stepped closer to her, letting your arms wrap around her waist.

“Ah- is that jealousy I hear in your tone, babe?” she asked, her tone teasing as she leaned down to gently press her lips against the corner of your mouth.

“I don’t know, maybe it’s Ligma.”

“Well, whatever it is. I kind of like how it looks on your face.” she whispered against your lips, her hand dropping the button up onto her bathroom counter before letting it hold your jaw.

“I- ahaha- We have a gathering to go to, love.”

“hmm.. we have some time before then.”

Hange Zoë: They finds them absolutely hilarious. Kinda like Sasha, sometimes they will turn the joke onto you. Won’t actively make them but they will catch you sometimes.

You both were at the grocery store. Hange had a always had grown into a habit of forgetting to buy groceries so, when you came over to their house and saw that their fridge was borderline empty- you had to pull them to do some shopping.

“Ah- WHY IS MILK SO EXPENSIVE NOWADAYS?” They would groan out loud as you stayed by the grocery cart.

You watched them come back with a gallon, putting it in the cart with the other produce you both had gathered.

You knew hange didn’t like shopping so, to lighten the mood, you decided to joke around with them a bit.

“Milk is expensive but have you seen the price of fermented succondese?” you asked, leaning on the bar of the cart.

“What the hell is that?”

“SUCK ON DEEZ NUTZ !”

It was always pleasant to see Hange’s face go from surprised to laughing after the joke finally processed through their brain.

“AHAHAHAHA, THAT’S A GOOD ONE, Y/N. HAVE YOU HEARD THE ONE ABOUT GOBLINS THOUGH?”

[seiyasabi]

The Scientist

(Hange (Hanji) can rearrange by guts tbh :P Lol, anyways, this is a Yandere Hanji x Female Reader story! It takes place in current time tho (same universe as Yelena). Also, idgaf how tall the creator says Hanji is. In this fic, even the tall girlies get to be shorter than Hanji. 

TW: kidnapping!, !drugging!, unwanted advances, stalking!, etc! 

Please proceed with caution! Also, I’m sorry if you can tell that this was in my drafts for a hot min. I started to write this when I first started this blog, and I just finished/revised it lol. ) 

“Hey, (Nickname!” Hearing the loud shout of a certain brunet, you jump about a foot in the air. As usual, Hanji decides to surprise you whilst you’re in the middle of something. 

Pulling away from the microscope you’re currently looking at, you put on a strained smile, “Yes?” 

Their one eye sparkles in a hopeful fashion from behind their glasses, one of her their fiddling with their eyepatch, “Sooo,” They draw out the o, seemingly trying to disarm you, “Are you free this weekend? There’s this suuuuper cool bar that’s just opening, and me and the others are thinking about going! It’s totally not a date or anything,” They pause to let out a loud laugh, “I think it’ll be fun! What D'ya say?” 

Forcing out a chuckle, you shake your head, “Ah, I’m sorry, Hanji, but I’m busy this weekend. I have a lot of samples I need to process for that upcoming court case,” You chew your bottom lip nervously, “I’m sorry. I hope you and the others have a good time, though!” 

A new voice is heard, butting into your conversation, “I can do those! I’ve been needing more hours, anyways,” Whipping your head in the direction of the voice, you silently curse. Fuck Armin for being so helpful! 

Hanji beams even brighter than before, clapping their hands together happily, “See! Armin can do that for you!” They lean in closer to you, their lab coat brushing against yours, “Come on, (Nickname), I’d be reaaaaally happy if you go!” 

An uneasy feeling pools in your gut, as an anxious sweat begins to bead at your brow, “I-uhm-I suppose I can go for an hour or two.”

“Great!” They grab your hands in theirs, squeezing them in a friendly manner, “The bar is called ‘Titan’s Wrath,’ and we’re meeting at eight on Saturday!” Releasing you, they pat you on the back, “See you later!” They run off, most likely back to the dry lab. 

After a moment of silence, you slowly turn towards the short haired blond man, “Armin, I’m going to kill you.”

He blanches at your blunt tone, flushing a bright red, “Wha-what?” 

You grit your teeth, tears starting to bead your eyes in frustration, “They’re the person I was telling you about! Hanji constantly harasses me, and you practically just tossed me into their arms! Why would you do that?” 

A look of pure terror and remorse appears of his face, “Oh my God, I’m so sorry. I-I didn’t realise that they were the person-oh my God, I’m so stupid. I-I really didn’t know! I’m so, so sorry!” You let out a quivering breath, hands clenched into fists to calm you down. 

“It-it’s alright. I never really told you who they were. Just never do that again, okay? If you need more hours, just tell me, and I’ll see what I can do,” The younger man sighs in relief, shoulders deflating. 

“I promise to never do that again!” You nod, blinking away your unshed tears, and smile at him. 

“Okay, then we don’t have any problems,” You laugh lightly, shaking your head, “Who would’ve thought our newest intern was the dry lab’s wing man?” He panics again, making you cackle good-naturedly, “Now, can you please grab the dilluter? I forgot to grab it from the fridge.”

-

Hanji, being the ever cheerful person that they are, set their sights on you the moment you were hired. 

But, if they came out with their feelings immediately, you’d just assume that they wanted to take advantage of you. 

So, they watched you. Writing down your likes and dislikes, your quirks, everything. Through their ‘research,’ they came to realise that you’re very good at your job. The wet-lab should be lucky that they have you… but they never give you the recognition you deserve! 

They bombard you with assignments, become upset when you don’t finish them in seconds (which is so unreasonable!), and hardly give you any time off! 

You don’t seem to mind, being the good girl you are, but Hanji sure does! 

So, they’d seek out the top graduates from the college nearby, and help them become employed at the lab. The newbies really helped get the load off of your shoulders, and once done, they decided to swoop in now that you had a decent amount of free time. 

It started at the vending machine- they’d asked you if you wanted to get coffee with them sometime. You said no, probably because you felt it wasn’t professional. After all, rumours would spread like wildfire if you went out with the lead lab tech of the dry lab! 

So, everytime they knew you had a weekend off, they’d approach you with new places to try. 

Be it a movie, a store, a concert- it didn’t matter. They just desperately wanted to have some time with you! 

But, you reacted the complete opposite of how you were supposed to. 

You’d pick up as many shifts as possible, most times going into over time, just to avoid the flamboyant lead. Whenever you saw them in the hall or by the break room, you’d turn in the complete opposite direction. If wet-lab needed to correspond with the dry-lab, you’d send your most qualified coworker to do so. 

It was saddening, to be honest. They love you so much, yet you refuse to even face them. 

But, thanks to that Armin kid, their plans can finally bloom into fruition. For once, you can’t escape the brunet’s advances! 

Because of that, Hanji made a note to the owner of the lab that Armin would make a good contribution to the lab after he gets all of his qualifications. 

-

Saturday night comes far too soon. 

Dressed in black skinny jeans and a cropped, white long sleeve, you stand in front of ‘Titans Wrath.’ Scoffing at how the bar sounds like a metal band, you make your way inside. 

Grabbing the door handle, you yank it open, immediately hearing loud rock music. Mentally patting yourself on the back for your observation, you step inside of the cool building. 

Looking inside, you see a large, double sided bar in the middle of the room, a stage and standing area just behind it. There are a few pool tables in the front area where you’re standing, along with double doors leading to a hidden kitchen. 

There’s also a lot of people inside. You can’t see Hanji or their friends, but seeing a band setting up on the stage tells you that they’re probably on the other side of the bar. 

Walking over to the steps leading down into the stage area, you try to ignore the leers of a few men around you. Maybe you shouldn’t have worn clothes that accentuate your beautiful figure. Peering around the corner, you see the scientist and their friends, an empty seat in between them and a large blond man, that you vaguely recall being the police chief of your city. 

Strolling towards them halfheartedly, you give yourself a small peptalk inside of your mind. Sure, Hanji has always been touchy-feely with you, sure, they’ve asked you out about one hundred times, sure, you run into them every time you leave the house, sure- 

“(Nickname)! You actually came!” The brunet’s voice is loud, loud enough to cut through the loud music and equally loud chatter. Forcing a smile onto your face, you give a small wave, suddenly uncomfortable with the line of strangers at the bar suddenly looking at you. 

“Yes, hello, Hanji,” When you’re close enough, you’re thrown into a tight embrace, their body practically molding into your own. They’re about a head taller than you, making it so your head is practically forced against their protruding collarbones. Hesitating slightly, you give them a soft pat on the back, trying to escape their suffocating embrace. 

“I’m so glad you came!” They release you just as suddenly as they grabbed you, putting a hand on the small of your back, and practically forcing you in between the blond man and themself, “(Nickname), this is Erwin. Erwin, this is (First Name).”

His blue eyes rake over your appearance, recognition appearing on his face, “It’s nice to see you again, Ms. (Last Name), especially under better circumstances.” 

You nod, thinking back on some high profile cases you met with him for, “Yes, it’s nice to see you again, Mr. Smith.” 

A loud scoff is heard from beside Erwin, the head of a short, dark haired man peeks around the broad chested man, “It’s about time you brought a respectful brat,” You have to stop yourself from flinching at his harsh tone, “I am Levi,” Opening your mouth to introduce yourself, he holds up a hand, halting you, “There’s no need for introductions, Shitty-glasses has gushed about the ‘pretty wet-lab scientist’ for months now.” 

“Oh, alright. It’s nice to meet you,” His lifts his whiskey on rocks in acknowledgement, before downing it with one swig. 

“Likewise,” After that, he turns towards a light brown haired woman, her high pitched voice is heard from where you’re sitting. 

“I’m sorry about that. The detective is very… unsociable.” 

“It’s alright, Mr. Smith. He kind of reminds me of one of my interns, Annie,” You say with a small smile, before your swiveling bar stool is forced around so you’re facing Hanji. 

“Sooo, you like the bar so far?” Their smile is somewhat pleading, and you can’t help but just go along with them. 

“Yes, this place is, um, cool. Very interesting choice,” They clasp their hands together with a pleased expression, as they somehow move closer to you than they already are. At this point, you’re worried that they’ll fall off their stool. 

“Right? Our residential emo boy found it, and we’ve been hooked ever since,” A loud ‘Shut up, Shitty-glasses,’ is heard from behind you, making the brunet laugh, “Let me order you a drink! I think there’s something that you’ll really like!” 

Opening your mouth to reject, it was seemingly too late, because the brunet has already waved over a punk-ed out bartender. You didn’t really hear what the drink is called, but the man sets to work immediately. 

It barely takes a minute for it to be finished, and the purple drink is suddenly in front of your motionless form. Looking up, the purple haired man winks at you, before turning his attention back to a speaking Hanji. 

“Anything she orders, put it on my tab,” He nods, before walking off to service another customer. 

Turning your attention back to Hanji, you try to persuade them to let you pay, “Thanks, Hanji, but it’s alright. I can pay for my own drinks-”

“Don’t worry about it; I asked you out, remember? And it’s the least I can do for harassing you for the past few months,” Startled by their uncharacteristically somber words, you nod in understanding. 

“Alright. Thank you,” They nod, before motioning towards your drink. 

“Try it! I’m sure you’ll like it!” Grabbing the cool glass cup, you bring it up to your lips, and take a small sip. It’s amazing. It tastes like (favourite flavour), and it goes down smooth. 

“You’re right, this is delicious!” They grin brightly, clapping their hands together in glee. 

“Great!” They motion towards the stage with their head, “The show’s about to start! Are you ready for a kickass night?” You laugh at their vigour, and nod. 

“You bet!” 

Maybe tonight won’t be so bad after all. 

-

You spoke too soon. 

It seems like you’ve drank too much, because you’re now feeling dizzy. Throughout the set, you’d ordered about five more drinks, and they seemingly hit you all at once. 

Hanji, who’s been watching you since your fourth drink, feigns shock at your unstable form. That Rohypnol they grabbed from work works quite well! Now they can see why it’s the choice drug for those awful, awful people. 

“Whoa there, (Nickname), it seems you’ve had too much to drink!” Hanji jokes, hands holding you steady on your bar stool. The only person from your group still at the bar is Erwin, but he knows they have it under control. As chief of police, he feels a bit of remorse, but he knows it's for the best. Hanji will take care of you, because, after all, you’re their only true obsession. 

“Wha-huh? Was’ happenin?” Hanji can all but coo at how cute you are. 

“Don’t worry, cutie. I’ll get you home safe,” Helping you to your boot clad feet, they send a knowing look to Erwin, who smiles in return. Wrapping an arm around your waist, they help you stumble out of the bar, and walk towards their car. Once at the passenger side, the brunet unlocks the door, and assists you inside. You flop onto their leather interior, eyes unfocused, and body movements random. Chuckling to themself, they buckle you in, not before pulling on gloves, and taking your phone, keys, and wallet off of you. 

Taking these items, they empty your wallet of its cash, and chuck everything into a nearby bush. Knowing that the cameras outside the building and the buildings surrounding the place are off, they feel at ease. If anything, they feel like your knight in shining armour. If they hadn’t taken you, someone else would’ve-you’re just too cute. 

Closing your door, and rounding the car, they slide into the driver’s side, before starting the car. Buckling themself in, they look at your out-of-it form, and smile. 

[mel-the-fangirl]

Wildest Dreams

Henry Cavill x Reader (inspired by the Taylor Swift song and music video)

Part Two: The Grand Illusion

Words: 2,418

Hey Cavillry! Sorry this took so long, I just have so many ideas and it’s not exactly the best idea to start them all at the same time, huh? Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this part, don’t forget to read part one! Also, side note, I finished Night Hunter and I reaaaaally enjoyed it, I think I’ll be writing a Walter fic in the near future??

fic taglist: @andromedasstarship​, @januarystears​, @inlovewithhisblueeyes​, @legendarywizarddetective, @summersong69​

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"Cut! Beautiful work!" your director, John, rose from his seat and turned to you, "Miss Producer, what do you say? Can we pack up and finally see our families?" 

"You know what, Johnny?" you surveyed the tired faces of the crew and smiled at them, "Let's go home." 

Hats were thrown into the air and cheers erupted throughout your crew. Months of ungodly call times and extremely close encounters with the savanna’s more untamed residents have finally come to an end.

“Before we go,” you stepped on top of a crate to address everyone, “I’d like to say a few words. Thank you to everyone who has been present throughout the past months…”

Henry watched you from afar, leaning on one of the transport vehicles with his arms crossed. It wasn’t a secret that the two of you had formed a relationship during your time there. Nights spent in each other’s rooms, hands in your hair, clothes strewn on the floor, whispered conversations about dreams unrealised.

It was dangerous, how much he felt for you. Just seeing you now, commanding the room with the kind of charisma and charm only you had, a pang settled in his heart. But he couldn’t dwell on it for long.

You squealed giddily and propelled yourself into Henry's strong arms. Never have you seen anyone look so ruggedly handsome in just a t-shirt and safari pants.

Your thumb caressed his stubbled cheek and pressed a tender kiss onto his lips, one that wasn't for the cameras.

They could write pages and pages of love songs based on the way he looked at you and that alone. You flourished underneath his loving gaze, feeling like you were walking on air.

"Go on and get dressed, darling. I've got one last surprise before we go home." he kissed you once more, winked, then returned to his trailer

Your cheeks were sufficiently flushed. Before we go home he said. 

Did he mean it that way? Surely he didn’t. It hadn’t even crossed your mind how things would be like when you returned to America, was it so terrible that you were imagining houses with white picket fences?

Goodness, this was nothing like you. You straightened your blouse and marched over to your own trailer, trying to shake it off.

A few outfit deliberations later, you settled on a lovely pale blue palazzo jumpsuit, a matching headscarf, your signature white oval-framed sunglasses which you made popular, as far as you were concerned, and vibrant red lipstick.

You met Henry in a clearing not too far away from where you were staying. 

"Well, well!" you marveled at the imposing aircraft in the middle of the field and you marveled even more intently at your handsome pilot,

"Just how did you manage this?"

He scooped you up in his arms and you decided that from then on, your favourite scent and view would be Henry in his leather aviator jacket. 

"Darling, I figure I can manage just about anything just as long as it's for you."

“You flatter me, Mr. Cavill.”

Henry stepped away from you, propped a foot up on the little lift and held a hand out for you to take, “Shall we, gorgeous?”

“We shall.” you took his hand and let him help you into your seat

“Ready?” Henry asked from his seat behind you, rubbing your shoulder with a gloved hand

You placed your hand on his and shot a thumbs up in the air, enthusiastic as ever.

“That’s my girl.” he chuckled, guiding the plane down the makeshift runway

Once safely in the air, you reveled in its warmth caressing your cheeks, the deafening roar of the engines downsized to a somewhat pleasant hum. Would it be inappropriate to shut your eyes for a bit? In an open plane a few hundred feet above ground?

“Y/N, down there! How marvelous!”

The sound of Henry’s voice snapped you back to the present and when you opened your eyes, your breath hitched in your throat.

You supposed flying was something you would never get used to. The clear sky was a shade of blue you couldn’t even begin to comprehend, the clouds were white and wispy and you longed to reach out your hand and feel them.

"Down there, Y/N!" Henry urged you again

Once you did as he said, you realised why.

Below you, racing across the vast, sun-drenched grass was a pack of lions. The joy you felt was indescribable, seeing these powerful creatures roaming free, untouched and undisturbed by human intervention.

"Incredible.” you breathed, looking back at Henry 

Once Henry had landed the plane, rather flawlessly, you'd say, a car was already waiting to bring you to the lodge where he had arranged for you to stay.

“I do admire an organised man.” you complimented breathily, batting your eyelashes at him for theatrics

“Alright, alright.”

His tone was dismissive but you were sure you could see the blush spreading on his cheeks. Henry bent down and swept you off your feet, carrying you bridal-style towards your ride.

"This is just glorious!" you took off your headscarf and shook your hair out as you waltzed around your suite

It was a stark contrast to the suites you usually took up residence in. Gone were the stuffy imitation French furniture and tacky wallpaper, in its place was rich, dark wood you were positive you wouldn't find anywhere else and a clean white canopy bed with cozy earthy neutral toned cushions, you thought everything was simply ethereal, but the cherry on top was undoubtedly the view from your balcony.

You stepped on, the gentle sunlight soaking into your bare feet and filling you with a kind of vigour and appetite for life completely different from the one you felt when you were doing your job. You surveyed the scenery ahead, rays of afternoon sunshine peeking through the tall branches of trees that resembled something from another world.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Henry’s deep voice materialised in your ear, his hands resting on your hips

“Absolutely.” you replied, twirling around to place your lips on his

Heat rose to your cheeks and further down south as your tongues met, quick and electric and delicious, then firmer, more determined. You broke away for a fraction of a second, taking it all in.

If there was anything your life has taught you thus far, it was the heavy handed importance of hard work and resilience, nothing else would get you very far. You didn’t believe in luck.

But as you stood there surrounded by all the beauty nature had to offer, Henry cradling your face with nothing short of devotion and admiration in his eyes, it was hard not to change your mind.

“Henry?”

“Yes?”

“I think I may be falling in love with you.”

He looked absolutely stunned and to be honest, you were as well. This was uncharted territory for you. The number of flirtations and affairs you’ve had throughout your time in Tinseltown was much more than the tabloids could even guess but they were just that and nothing more.

But with Henry?

Before you could even anxiously retract what you had just said in fear of rejection, Henry pulled you towards him and pressed his lips firmly to yours. Somehow, everything he had failed to say was imbued in each searing kiss, each squeeze on your hips.

Nothing much was said for the rest of the day and well into the night.

The morning after, you found yourselves on a nature hike. Having heard from locals of a magnificent waterfall nearby. The pair of you trekked your way through the rocky crest of the waterfall, your finish line was a series of boulders, each one stacked by increasing height. You wanted to get to the biggest one, you were positive the view was spectacular from up there. 

“Darling, are you sure you’d want to-”

“Oh, don’t be such a killjoy, Henry!” you yelled, slipping away from his grasp and vaulting over a rock

“Be careful, Y/N, Jesus!” he yelped, nearly losing his balance

Your laughter cascaded down with the rushing water. You ignored how your muscles were beginning to strain with the effort of climbing each boulder as carefully as you could but you got the job done, overlooking the glittering water below and the surrounding wildlife.

“God, this place is beautiful.” you marveled just as Henry finally joined you at the top

“How in God’s name did you get up here so fast?” Henry panted, placing his hands on his knees in an effort to catch his breath

“Well, maybe all of those muscles are purely for decoration.” you commented, unashamedly appreciating his physique as he glistened with sweat

He arched his brow at you, seemingly perfecting your trademark move. “Oh, is that so?”

You squealed as he hoisted you into his arms, then in a display of strength, lifted you over his shoulder.

“Purely for decoration, eh?” he laughed, descending from the boulder with you still draped over his shoulder

"Put me down this instant!" you chortled, all arms and legs as he waded deeper into the warm water

"Sorry, what was that? I can't hear you." 

"I said, put me down!" you firmly clamped your teeth down on a portion of his back

"Ow! Okay, okay. Hold on."

Henry set you down in the water gently, keeping his hand on your hips, looking at you mirthfully.

"Madame Y/L/N," he tutted, shaking his head, "Did you just bite me? Not very ladylike one would say." 

"Oh, boo hoo." you stuck your tongue out at him

“Getting cheeky are we?” Henry lunged at you, causing water to splash everywhere

You dodged just in time, appearing behind him and lifting yourself onto his back. He secured your legs and began to run as fast as the water would let him.

“Ride, my noble steed! Ride!” you yelled into the wind

There was nothing on the face of this earth that could ever make you feel as you did in that moment ever again, you were sure of it. At that moment, you were the happiest you have ever been in your entire life. That feeling would never be replicated.

You swam and horsed around for as long as your muscles would let you, when they finally ached too much, you found yourselves on the tallest boulder again. The sun had just begun to dip into the horizon, setting the sky ablaze in a million different colours.

No words could even begin to do justice to the miracle before you. Henry held you tighter in his arms and pressed an earnest kiss to your temple, you felt his shoulders fall as he let out a heavy sigh.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” you asked, turning around to face him

The perfect happiness you felt just seconds before evaporated as you set eyes on his crestfallen expression. You lifted his chin up with a finger and offered him an encouraging smile, “What’s the matter, my love?”

He had no answer for you at first, turning away to gaze pensively at the sunset. All you could do was admire the way the shadows highlighted his strong jawline, you traced over it with your finger.

“Y/N,” Henry began, “Our time here together, it’s been the greatest of my life,”

Oh, thank God. You thought it was going to be something horrible!

“I feel the exact same way, Henry. It’s been heaven.” you reached forward and hugged him with all you had

You expected him to hug you back as he always does, but this time, he detached your arms from him, That’s when you had the sinking feeling that your relief may have been a bit premature.

“Please. I must tell you something. And as I say this, I beg of you to remember how happy we were here, how much we understand each other and enjoy one another’s company.”

Despite the fact that this was the most serious you have ever seen him, you still didn’t catch on to the fact that something was about to go very wrong.

"Now, come on, darling!” you chirped, “It can't be that bad! We can manage anything as long as we're together, can't we?" you stared into his eyes for any hint of reciprocation

When you found none, your heart began to pound against your chest. The silence that followed was unbearable, it was like waiting for your turn at the gallows but when he finally said what he wanted to say, you might have actually preferred the silence.

"I'm engaged to be married. And she is pregnant. With my child."

His words felt like a bucket of ice poured over your bare skin. You shot up and stared at him in utter disbelief. 

“If this is your idea of a joke…” your feeble attempt at denial was met with a shake of his head

He had the audacity to look ashamed. Ashamed! The nerve.

This certainly was not your first brush with a situation like this. It was foolish of you to have thought of this dalliance as different from all the other ones. Men were all the same. It didn’t matter how longingly they looked at you or how many godforsaken times they brushed your hair tenderly from your face, they all wanted the same thing.

Jesus, was it always so damn cold here?

You wrapped your arms tightly around yourself, feeling much too exposed in your bathing suit. Henry stood up and made a move to put his arms around you.

“I’m alright, thank you.” you said curtly, stepping away from him

His arms fell to his sides in an instant and he looked to you pleadingly, “Y/N, please. I never meant to hurt you, it is the last thing I wanted. It isn’t what you think.”

“I think!” you interjected, your voice becoming shrill as the usual string of overused lines flowed from his heavenly mouth. “I think you are quite the actor, Mr. Cavill and it has been a pleasure to see your methods up close.”

With that, you climbed down the rocks as fast as you could without hurting yourself and took off in the direction of your lodge. You ignored Henry calling out your name, you ignored the rough tree branches leaving scratches on your arms, and most of all, you ignored how the illusion of you and Henry shattered into a million pieces.

[hoshi-u-love-me]

"I'll Be There, Always"

Group : Seventeen

Pairing : Joshua × Reader

Genre : Drabble, Sibling!Joshua

Word Count : 1.2k

Warning : boring content, this idea came because I was scrolling through tiktok lol

a/n : if I were to open up say prompt game or drabble game, or even open up requests, would anyone be interested ?? It's been a while since I was active here and I miss it 🥺

Today suck.

It sucks really bad.

First, you miss your bus so you were late to your class and just HAD to be humiliated in front of everyone by your professor.

Second, you had hoped to listen to some music during lunch but when you open your earpod case, you found that one was missing and you had forgotten to charge your case so you couldn't do what you had planned.

Third, the guy you had gotten close with turns out was just using you to get to your friend and you found out the hard way.

Lastly, as if to pour salt in your wound, on your way from the bus station to your apartment, the rain suddenly poured hard and you just no longer have the strength to be strong.

So here you are.

Drenched from head to toe, heartbroken, eyes puffy, and is just done with life. Life and whatever other shit is just waiting for you.

Surprisingly, when you opened your apartment, you saw your brother with two of his friends on the couch. They were playing games on the tv, too concentrated to even notice that you had came back home.

The apartment you live in is technically yours. Joshua has his own room for whenever he doesn't feel like staying in the dorms. He helped you pay for it since you're still just a student and he makes more by being an idol.

"Oppa, why are you here?" You called out as you walk in.

Jeonghan and Wonwoo were playing some... fighting game you wanna say ? And Joshua was sat in the middle, watching them as he drink cola.

"Oh hey, you're home," he answered, not looking at you at first, "We were in the neighborhood and we decided to come here and pla- what happened to you ?" His eyes widened when he saw how bad you looked, makeup and hair a mess, and splotches of puddle following behind your trail.

You lift a hand to him, "don't even" you said in english before stomping away to clean yourself up.

All you wanna do is shower, get into bed, and cry.

But noooooooo, you had to be seen first by your brother and his adonis looking friends. You've already feel bad as it is, do you really need to feel even worse ?

The shower you took was fairly quick, but you had been crying in there so it took half an hour for you to come out.

You decided to get a drink before going to your room. As much as you wanna entertain your brother and his friends, you really don't wanna ruin the mood with how sucky you're feeling.

When you got to the kitchen, Wonwoo was there too, getting some snacks. He smiled when you came in, "hey" he called. You pursed your lips and replied him with a less than enthusiastic "hey". You reaaaaally feel like hiding your puffy face in your hoodie so that he wouldn't notice.

But it would seem like he did.

Wonwoo tilted his head to the side to get a better look on you, "you okay, (Y/N)? Your eyes look puffy"

"Wow," you nodded at him, "what an amazing observation skill you have" you muttered as you took a sip of your drink and walk out.

Just as you passed by, Jeonghan called you, "(Y/N)! We're ordering chicken from that place you like! Do you want some?"

But you ignored him completely and just closed your bedroom door.

Once alone, you put the glass on your desk and threw yourself on your bed. You immediately wrap yourself in your blanket like a burrito and cried again.

It honestly felt pathetic, the amount of crying you had done in one day, but you don't care. Everything juat sucks and all you want is for the day to just skip or have your memory erased so you don't have to remember about how bad you're feeling right now.

You cried until you feel tired, like as if there were no more tears left to cry.

Just then, your door suddenly opened and shut.

Pitter patter of footsteps was heard on your floor and suddenly your bed dipped. Joshua's face appeared in front of you, soft smile and all. Which only makes you wanna punch him.

"Do I need to hunt someone down ?"

You shook your head.

"Do I need to send Seungcheol or Jun to intimidate someone?"

You shook your head.

"Are you okay?" He asked in english.

You don't know if it's the question or the way he asked or the way it made you feel loved and cared about, but you cried again. Tears flowed down like waterfall and you couldn't stop.

Joshua cooed and brought you into his arms, pressing your face to his chest as he stroke your head softly.

"Men ain't shit" you choked out in english through your tears.

You felt Joshua nodded, "no we're not, I'm sorry"

"Not you though, you're good," you sniffled, rubbing away the tears from your eyes harshly.

Joshua laughed at that, "why, thank you sis" he said before he scooped down to peck your forehead, "I'll be sure to tell that to Wonwoo and Jeonghan so they'd know how you feel about them" he joked.

Without thinking, you let out a whine and hit his chest with your fist, "okay I guess the rest of Seventeen is fine" you added.

For a while, you both just laid there as you calm down. Joshua never stopped stroking your head though, a habit he developed since little whenever he tries to help you through something. You love your brother to the moon and back and his love for his family is one of the reason you always get through whatever it is you're trying to go through.

"Bad day ?" Joshua asked, breaking the silence once he's sure you're calmer.

"Nothing seems to go my way today" you fiddled with your fingers as you recalled the events that happened.

So you ended up spilling everything to him.

Every. Single. Thing.

A scandalized look appeared on his face when you were done, "I'm gonna have to personally have a talk with your professor and you WILL give me the name of the guy who did you wrong, tomorrow we're going shopping to get you a better alarm and I'll get you new earpods if you want"

Looking up, you frowned at him, "isn't that a bit dramatic?" "What is?" "All that, especially the talking with my professor and making me tell you that guy's name, I'm still trying to get through college without anyone knowing that I'm Seventeen's Joshua's little sister"

Joshua sighed, "fine, I won't out you. But as you said, you're my little sister and I will do everything to make you happy, you hear me?"

Feeling slightly better, you smiled and hug him tight.

"Mmkay oppa"

In return, he hugs you back equally tight, feeling happy that he could help you feel better.

"I love you, (Y/N), you can always come to me when you have bad days, okay? I'll always be there"

"Okay oppa, and I love you too"

.

.

.

.

"Does this mean I can make a move on one of your members?"

He glared at you.

"Don't even think about it"

[princessofmerc]

Nicholas Latifi and George Russell for the ask game 👀

Hope you're having a great day! 💖

Nicky wins without a question, I need to stop myself here or else I’ll turn to full on simp mode I swear... (Spoiler alert by the end of this post i have gotten into full on simp mode) Honestly I don’t know when or how it happened but I see that man and I swoon

Okay so I started to rant in the tags and im putting them here under read more now because i swear im having emotions and i need to put them somewhere, so if ur interested ur welcome to read, if not just ignore me (also there will be pictures because I’ve decided if i did this i would do it right)

Listen, i know not a lot of people share that opinion but i dont care lmao (just like no one cares about this rant)

So yeah, George was my og guy i swear esp Merc George... and he’s reaaaaally nice to look at and he’s still got that boyish charm and that’s really cute

But Nicholas Latifi (just typing the name gives me goosebumps and I wish I was joking) is such an underappreciated beauty. I swear to god. (I watched Sochi 2020 FP3 today and the way they were complimenting my man made me so happy i wish i was lying im in foll blown simp mode send help)

Like the way his eyes crinkle behind his mask when he smiles? And you can’t tell if he’s smiling because his mouth is hidden, but his eyes just crinkle and shine...

and they look so nice, the eyes i mean

loooook at them (also squishy cheeks bc i love that)

Also he’s such a dork? I mean the whole nutella thing? I had to close my instagram because i was swooning in public (and again i wish i was joking)

I mean yeah he keeps his nutella in the fridge but ill forgive him because have you looked at him, i didnt even realise it was in the fridge when i first watched the video because I didn’t spare the surroudnings a look at all i swear (again i wish i was joking)

How can a man look that good with a goofy dorky way to wear his frickin rain jacket? Why does this affect me so much?

Like don’t even get me started on nicky with facial hair because I need to finish this post (also they showed him before fp3 in sochi last year and below the mask you could see stubble and i got so excited because nicky with facial hair does things to me im embarassed)

This picture just did me in, the stretch of his shirt, his facial hair, his curls, his hands, everything about this man makes me go feral, guys i know i said this a lot of times during this post but i wish i was joking this man does things to me and he doesn’t even know me hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

And you know I thought that’s it I can’t get any worse and then I go through my assortment of pictures because i think we all know by now that im a hopeless simp but y’know what? He’s got a teeeny tiny bit of grey around the temples and idc that he’s 25 and it’s a bit early for that because ffs i see it and it makes him even more sexy to me i don’t know what to do with myself  like honestly ffffffffffff me (this man’s gonna age like fine wine and all i can do is watch and go a bit crazy over it)

like do you see that? Do you see this picture and honestly believe I will choose George over him...

I think I’m done (for now... don’t tempt me)

TlDr: George is a really handsome boy but Nicholas Latifi owns my heart, and 75% of my simp capacity (the rest is for michael italiano)

[hebescus]

remember this ship ask? yeah, i wanna do them all with lawlight bcs they control my brain. but it's a happy no death note au bcs it's me. oh and this shit is long plus it's 3 am rn so my words are very messy. but enjoy.

(i skip some numbers that i answered and the ones that i can't think of btw)

pre relationship :

How did they first meet?

L's investigation hq. he was a suspect of L, still, but this time he told soichiro to bring this 18 yo boy to the hq to test him, asking light to work with all of them. he ends up not guilty ofc, but L still wants to keep him…around.

What was their first impression of each other?

ah, the good old 'what the fuck dude???' from light and the 'oooh he got a big brain' from L. it's hard to get out of canon in this one.

Who felt romantic feelings first?

L. But it's more like thoughts, rather than feelings. It's just these random thoughts that pop out in his head like 'i don't mind kissing this guy, if he asks' but not like 'i want to kiss him' yknow what i mean? idk this is just something i experience a lot lmao. it develops to feelings once light falls for him and L can see that. So in terms of ideas, it's L, but in terms of feelings, it's Light.

Did either of them try to resist their feelings?

Oh our favorite light denial yagami. Of course he's cursing himself for having feelings like this but once L calls it out he's over. 

If you had told one of them that the other would be their soulmate, what would they think?

Light would laugh it off, and be like "i don't like him that way you know". L would shrugs be like "well yes that's possible, i don't think i mind". 

What would their lives be like if they had never met?

boring, lonely, empty, you name it

(more under the cut)

general :

Who initiated the relationship, and how did it go?

hmm, they both initiated the relationship? ykwim? They both notices they had feelings for each other and just...go from there. they never have like a relationship talk, they just go with the flow until at some point they starts to get comfortable to refer the other as partners. They basically can read each other's mind, after all.

Did they have an official first date? If so, what was it like?

Yes, sort of. A tennis game! And a coffee sesh after, just like canon. They plan this to be just "let's just relax, this case has been really exhausting, take a one day break, L" but when Light got home, sayu asked "how's the date going?!" He immediately said "it's not a date, you watch too many dramas it's rotting your brain" And sachiko gave him a smile while shaking her head at this statement and when he's back to his room he immediately calls L and was like "hey does that count as a date?" and L answers with "depends, do you want it to be?" with a smirk that light can hear.

What was their first kiss like?

it was late at night, light was helping L with the case when everybody went home. they were sharing their view about this certain criminal when light notices L staring at his lips, first he ignored it but it happens again and again to a point where their face just got real close and then...kiss, somehow. idk lmao.

Were they each other’s first anything (kiss, relationship, etc.)?

First person who can understand each other and are equals, the only ones who can tear the other's wall down, and just practically soulmates in any form that even their sun & moon signs mirroring each other's? YES. 

What’s their height difference? Age difference?

i hc L as just a little bit taller than light, but it's not like you can see it through the hunch anyway. ofc we all know the 6 years and 4 months age gap

What’s their relationship with each other’s families?

Sayu likes L, Sachiko is kinda surprise Light doesn't date a typical pretty person, but it only makes her heart fonder. L doesn't mind them, he thinks they're nice, light grew up in a good place. Soichiro? Well, he might me a bit reluctant but he loosen up slowly, his son is happier than he ever was, after all.

Who takes the lead in social situations?

Light, obviously. Because he's a charmer and if L takes control, the person they speak to would run immediately the first 2 minutes.

Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear?

it is a universal knowledge that L does this. like, come on, count the fics, you can't, there's just so many. he loves to break that perfect wall and make light feel 🥴😳. it's entertaining. But he knows when to stop. too much of that will be embarrassing in light's part, and he respects his boy's dignity.

love :

Who said “I love you” first?

Light!! The thing is it was said over the phone. He gets more and more comfortable talking with L through calls, since every now and then L travel frok countries to countries. One time he just like "yeah, safe flight. love you, bye" he expected L to say goodnight to him as a response as usual but L was silent and he realised what he just said and realised that he fucking mean it. L seems to still be able to read his mind even thousands miles away so he replies with "i love you too, goodnight". they never missed seeing each other more than that night.

What are their primary love languages?

we had a discussion for this! but as we see in canon, they're both very acts of service with a little hint of physical touch here and there. quality time is also important. words and gift aren't really needed for them.

Who uses cheesy pick-up lines?

L. Only to annoy light. It's terrible that he almost cringed to himself, but it does bring a good laugh for light.

How often do they cuddle/engage in PDA?

PDA is a not their preference, they just love being in private more. They might hold hands sometimes, butmost times they won't. Altho they always stand or sit reaaaaally glued to each other even though there are so many space. 

Who initiates kisses?

both. they want it, they got it. but light gives light kisses (ha) more, not necessarily on the lips, usually when L was really busy working, keeping his feet on the ground.

Who’s the big and little spoon?

They don't spoon a lot, they prefer not touching at all or cufdling face to face, but when they do, Light is the little spoon because being a big spoon makes his sleeping position kinda uncomfy, he feels awkward with his legs, it's just not. thankfully L thinks cuddling light this way is very calming.

What are their favorite things to do together?

Tennis and solving cases, duh. Or sometimes they play video games fighting each other. Anything competitive and/or challenging that make their brain grow 10 times bigger. But sometimes, a comfortingly peaceful and quiet dinner with hushed words thrown here and there about random things feels like the best thing ever.

Who’s more protective?

L. For identity reasons, ofc.

Do they prefer verbal or physical affection?

Physical. They can read each other's mind, they knew it by gesture, touches, and glances. 

What are some songs that apply to their relationship, in-universe or otherwise?

IT'S MY TIME TO SHINE. venus by sleeping at last fits them so well, that song is in the background of multiple cozy couch smooches sessions or even when they're slow dancing (please listen to this tho song it's so good). also i think they would like persephone by the tragic thrills too, L would be like "this song reminds me of you" and Light answers with "i'm persephone?" "Yeah" "i'm a fucking badass then" "yes you are". oh and first day of my life? lover of mine? pink in the night? sweet creature? the lakes? oh god i have too much answers

What kind of nicknames do they call each other?

they don't do nicknames, really. although, L sometimes called light with some snarky tony stark styled nicknames when he feels particularly playful but annoyed at the same time.

Who remembers the little things?

They both do. Big brained assholes they are.

domestic life :

If they get married, who proposes?

It's not really a proposal, they didn't  even remember who said it first. But one sleepy night after a hard case, someone said "hey you wanna get married" and the other was like "sure, why not" "really?" "yeah, i think i'm ready, you?" "me too" "great" and then they go to sleep. at breakfast the next morning L called watari from across the room and said "wammy i need you to prepare [enter marriage stuff here], and light, you must call your family after this". poor old watari chokes on his tea.

What’s the wedding like? Who attends?

The wedding is in a secluded little place near the wammy's house, L used to go there a lot as a kid. With just light's parents, sayu, and watari. Well, not until Light caught Mello, Matt, Near, and Linda peeping from the bushes

Do they have any pets?

A chunky cat the wammy's kids feed daily but never try to keep them in, because no animals are allowed inside the orphanage. L saw it and was like "light let's bring this bitch home" she is, indeed a little bitch, but light and L loves her dearly. her fur has light brown and black colors, like both of their hairs, so she becomes their daughter, L gave him a weird ass name but i can't think about it rn.

Who kills the bugs in the house?

Light because he's the one who's actually bothers to. They ofc annoyed L but he cpuldnt care less to actually get rid of them.

Who’s more likely to convince the other to come back to sleep in the morning?

L. He rarely sleeps and once he did, he wakes up very fucking late and will pull light back to the bed if he's woken up by the empty space beside him.

Who’s the better cook?

Light. L is a spoiled brat. But Light can't bale for shit, that's Watari's job. Light grow up learning and helping his mom making meals for the family. He's not the best, but it's good enough to make L craves them in between his sweets.

Who likes to dance?

None of them. But they would slow dance on rare, sentimental occasions. And it's like so fucking romantic bcs all the lights are off except for a candle or a table lamp or a cabinet lamp whatever that has yellow-y dim light. And they don't speak, they just casually move against each other, but heart ready to combust like i do when i the mental image came into my head.

[crazyfreckledginger]

Batboys x Batsis!Reader - “Out Of The Dark” [Part 1]

Waiting desperately to be saved from a kidnapping, you end up being brainwashed to be used against your own brothers.

Requested by @flashdash626​: “Hi! I’m not sure if your taking requests, so if your not then you can choose to ignore this. Anyways! I was hoping you could do a Batsis were the sister is kidnapped by a random villain, and once the boys find her its to late and she was brainwashed and was now under control of the random villain. Once they like knock her out they bring her to the cave and try to bring her memories back. After a little bit of them talking to her her mind snaps and shes back to normal and she gets all emotional” 

A/N: I know how this looks, I was really inspired since I was stuck on another fic and ended up writing three parts to this I’m sorry T-T

Warning: angst, violence, swearing

Eyes fluttered closed as the sound of rails lulled her to sleep. University had been so tiring this week, having to finish a whole project by the end of the week, in which the guidelines had been given on Monday. A lot of preparation and running around in order to polish a well researched and thorough end result. 

The lack of sleep, tiring long hours and accumulated stress had finally left her body as soon as she handed in the work two hours before the deadline was scheduled. To say that fatigue had taken it’s toll on her was an understatement. 

For a Friday late afternoon, the train was quite empty heading towards Gotham, but then again, no one wants to go there willingly. Her eyes fluttered closed, mind numbing, it was still two stops into the city, each of which are more or less an hour long, she had time, even if it’s only a thirty minute- one hour nap at most. Too much sleep and it was disrupt -- or complicate her-return-to-normal-sleep schedule. 

 ~ I should be due at the mansion in just over two hours ~ 

A quick message wouldn’t hurt if there still need to be preparations. 

~ Are you sure you don’t want me to pick you up? ~ DG

That was quick. Smiling, (Y/N) texted her older brother back. 

~ It’s okay, you're still busy, and I’ll be back before you’ve finished your work! ~

~ But we missed you! ~ DG

~ It’s been two weeks! Besides it’s the vacation, I’ll be home for a month or so. ~

~ Fine :( ~ DG

With a chuckle, she slipped her phone back in her inside pocket. A grown ass baby. 

Finally, she settled back into her seat, paying no mind to the occasional vibration of the carriage window to her head, inescapably submitting to sleep. 

When she finally woke up, it was at the end of the line, the carriages were empty, doors wide open, only the occasional person walking or sitting along the platform. 

Shit, the woman mentally cursed, grasping her things, and which, luckly, everything was still with her. Rushing out of the train, she scanned the screens: last train, departing in 2 hours and 30 minutes, Platform 8. The words glided along the end of the screen, in bright red dots. A disappointed sigh escaped her. At least it wasn’t late -- and dark. Well, the sun was setting. 

The last stop was at the outskirts of Gotham, so she was thankful that she didn’t have to cause too much trouble getting back. Despite her nap, she was still tired -- just less so, and she would really enjoy getting into a comfy bed in the company of her brothers, father and butler. 

A slightly irresponsible idea occurred to her. She could get home reaaaaally quickly if she wore her vigilante suit. The woman would be able to call her self-driving motorcycle and hurry to the Mansion in a record time. It was in her bag, and it’s not like it would hurt anyone. 

As long as she was careful when changing, this wasn’t going to threaten the reveal of her identity. 

With a smile, and making sure she held tightly onto the small bag she carried back with her, she briskly walked out of the train station, to an empty, dirty public bathroom.

Gross but will have to do. 

After having scanned the toilet for any lewd hidden cameras, she hastily slipped into her costume, placing her civilian clothes back in her bag and creeping out onto the nearest rooftop. Activating her tracking device and then the automated call, she sat down on the ledge, sighing in relief as she got the notification that her motorcycle just headed out. 

Now it was only a question of patience. Since nothing was happening, she lay down fully on the ledge, bag on the rooftop and arms under her head for more comfort. 

Her eyes closed, this time, not falling asleep, but listening to the nearly inheart environment surrounding her. 

That was until her phone vibrated. Sitting up, she reached for it, opening the message.

~ Where are you? I’m about to head home, but word is you’re not there yet. ~ DG

~ Yes, I missed the stop, called the Batcave, my ride should be here soon, sorry! ~

They must have been worried. 

Before she could answer, she heard quick footsteps trailing behind her. Her head snapped back but before she could distinguish anyone, the silhouette landed a hard blow to her head, which probably was a metal pole.

“Fuck.” she cursed in pain, her unlocked phone dropping off the ledge, sliding down the roof and landing in the gutter, “who are you!?” (Y/N) yelled standing up clumsily as the side of her head ached. 

“Lights out.” the unknown person grunted, lifting the pole high after dodging an attempted punch, slamming it to the back of her head. Her whole body smashed to the ground with violent force -- but it’s not something she felt, as she fell into unconsciousness.

****

“Where is she?” Bruce grumbled as Dick entered the Manor, an hour and a half later than planned, and after some exhausting, useless paperwork. 

“What’s happening?” he frowned, seeing Robin hurry down the stairs of the Batcave.

“(Y/N) was supposed to be due, the tracker on her motorcycle hasn’t moved and she isn’t answering her phone.” Jason geared up.

“I’m coming with you,” Dick scurried to the room with his suit, slipping into it.

“We’ll be on comms if anything comes up.” Tim nodded. 

It felt like a very long ride towards the location that was given to them, even though they got there very quickly. 

As Nightwing’s motorcycle stopped close to their destination, he hopped off, watching the tracker from the screen on his arm, zooming in to be able to pinpoint exactly where her last place was. 

Jason jumped onto the nearest rooftop, scouting the area in case it was a trap of sorts. He frowned, seeing that the coast was clear and signalling his brother his ‘go’ card. 

It must have been a good half an hour before they even found a clue -- excluding her untouched motorcycle. 

And it happen to make Red Hood jump out of his skin. Good thing Nightwing was still scouting the ground otherwise he would have been seriously embarrassed. 

The gutter buzzed, it was utterly unnerving. Cautiously,  he approached the roaring object, staring down at it as he spotted a phone. It was unlocked and vibrating widely. 

Crouching down, he grasped and inspected it.

(Y/N)’s definitely. And he didn’t like where this was going. It was Damian this time, calling her -- in addition to like 78 missed calls and numerous texts. 

“Found her phone, she’s definitely gotten kidnapped.” The man announced nonchalantly, but his heart was beating fast. Their sister? Kidnapped at an unusually early time of the night? Hours after she got back into Gotham? Someone must have been keeping an eye out and planning. 

And given the fact that nothing has come up, it might not be a usual Gotham criminal.

“We might have a problem.” Dick spoke through his comms.

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[dumbass-mha-simp]

Hawks x Reader

This is very self indulgent tbh. Mostly gender neutral but does mention make up. Also the reader has mega family trauma cuz same.

Warnings: mentions of food, alcohol, reader is drunk but keigo is vv respectful & doesn't try anything, reader doesn't talk to their family, past family abuse, reader is kinda mean to him at first

I wrote this at like 4am and my phone is wonky and keeps autocorrecting "you" to "he" for no reason but i did like one quick pass through before posting so hopefully it's good enough, this is probably one of the first times I've actually published my fanfiction so hopefully it ain't shit,

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For the last couple months you've been teasing him. Practically any other girl in your position would swoon in your position. But where's the fun in letting him get what he wants so quick?

Pro Hero Hawks, had seemingly everyone wrapped around his finger. With eyes pierced in deep gold and, blazing, ruby red wings, it's hard for anyone to not be attracted to him.

You stood in the back corner of a "special hero party," trying to discern if you should sneak out and do anything more interesting than standing with a bunch of other heros.

"Hello there, beautiful." A thick and sweet voice called as you turned your head to them. "Looking lonely all alone back here, let me join?" Hawks, the number two hero was offering to stand with you. Staying it is I suppose.

"I admire your work, you're really dedicated kid. I like watching your stuff." He says taking a slow sip of his drink.

"You? You watch me?" The disbelief of it rung through in sarcasm. How were you to expect someone like him watched your work. You continued sipping from your drink, even if it was a boring party there was free fancy alcohol and that's all a hero could ever need.

"I wanna see more of you, and not just on the screen or anything. I want to get to know you, you know, maybe take you out a bit, hottie." He uses his middle finger to gently lift your chin up.

"And why do you think I'd immediately just accept some date from a guy I've never even talked to?" You dryly laugh out taking another sip.

"C'mon pretty thing, you know me. Your friendly neighborhood Hawks. The hottest, and most loved person you'll ever meet."

"Ah that's what you are, the hot, amazing, charming, hero to any and all." You scoffed

"The one and only."

You spent the rest of the night either playing hard to get, or annoyed at him. You couldn't exactly tell.

This carried on for months, every event you attended, he was right there on your heels like an abandoned, clingy puppy. He's even started patrolling with you.

"Say when are you gonna quit and just accept a date dollie?" He charmed up behind you.

"I'm at work, Hawks." Your boots cracked on the wet pavement as the last bits of rain desperately clung to the air.

"Why do you play so hard to get?" He questioned in a more serious tone. He was genuinely curious about you. "Most people would kill to have me begging for them, let alone after giving me to cold shoulder so many times." You could hear the upturn in his lips as he spoke.

"Why do you happen to find me the one person worth going for?" You retorted back.

"You interest me. There's very few people I'm genuinely curious about, but one of them's you, kid." He looked up into your eyes from the street. Something you'd never thought you'd see in Hawks' eyes was sincerity over such a topic. He genuinely wanted to know you.

".........Let's just say letting people in isn't my forte." You say quickly but with a slight hint of pain. You begin to walk off again and he doesn't question. He doesn't push you to tell him why. But you could see the way he processes your words on his face.

A bar, on a Thursday night, alone. How pathetic of you. Luckily you had no work tomorrow, a big mission the week before let them cut a couple weekends longer. As you downed your refill you questioned how many you've had.

"How long have I been here?" You whispered slightly to yourself before bringing it to your lips.

The warm rush reflow through your body as you let yourself fall to it. The bartender looked at you from the corner of his eye.

"I'm cutting you off for the night." He looks earnestly at you.

"Now that's not very nice there." You laugh back at him.

You pull out your phone and attempt to call some friends but lucky enough for you, you chose a night they were all at work to recklessly get drunk in the middle of the city. The only other contact you could think of was Hawks.

There's no way he'll pick up. He's gotta be busy. I could find literally anyone else to do it. You mutter in your brain as you go into his contact and start a call.

It rings twice before his voice calls out to you. "Hey this is hawks. ... (Y/h/n), are you there?"

Okay act cool and sober. "Heeeeyyy bird." Shit.

You could practically feel his shit eating grin across the phone. "You in need of a hero babe?"

"Can you please pick me up?" A whine took over your voice. You hated being drunk in front of people like him. That soft affectionate side seems to burst its way out when the alcohol takes control.

"Tell me where you are birdie." He said as you heard some ruffling. "(Bar name idk)." You rough out tiredly.

"Be right there angel." He called before hanging up.

You put the phone down on the counter and groaned. Why him? You try so hard to make sure you don't fall for people. They always end up like the last. You feel like they stop caring once they really meet you. Like they don't want the cake after the first bite.

Used, alone, and forgotten. It's a stabbing feeling that your used to. A feeling of burning heaviness in your stomach.

You sit slumped down onto the bar contemplating your feelings for the winged hero for awhile. Why can't emotions just be controlled?

"Hey-o!" You heard a voice from behind you break through the thoughts corrupting your mind. Hawks smiled and thanked the bartender before reaching his arms around you and helping you off the stool.

I didn't know he could be so gentle..

He walked you out the door and held your arms softly, but supportedly as he looked you in the face. "I'm gonna fly us okay? Don't wriggle to much." With that he picks you up and starts beating his wings.

"Hawks?" You call slurred and quiet.

"Yeah, kid?" He glances down at you with a light smile.

"What's your real name?"

"Well why would I tell you that when you refuse to tell me yours so often?" He chuckled.

"(Y/n) (y/l/n)"

"W..what?"

"My name. It's (Y/n) (y/l/n)." You replied back.

You could see the confusion of your open demeanor. But there was something else in his eyes. Something you couldn't put your finger on.

"Soooooooo....." you trailed off with a smile.

"Keigo Takami." He chortled at your ridiculous smile.

"That's a lot prettier than I thought it would be." You stared into his face. How could anyone not find him attractive. The perfect mix of facial hair, jawline, that dumb grin that was insanely attractive, those eyes that were the perfect gold.

"You're gorgeous, Keigo." You whisper more to yourself than him.

"And you apparently drank a lot more than I suspected." He tried to brush off but you could feel a bit more heat from his face.

"Here it is." He lands gingerly and places you down on the ground, wrapping his arm under your shoulder and holding onto the small of your back. "Let's get you in bed."

"Have you eaten today?" He calls after setting you on the couch and going to the kitchen to get you some water. You shake your head and he looks a little concerned but doesn't push it. He hasn't either so late take out it is.

"What do you want?" He looks to you above the old paper menu he has saved from a place not to far from here. "Cuddles." You pout looking through your phone.

"I meant for dinner (y/n)." He laughs at you. "Oooh that makes sense." You laugh too, "anything with noodles and shrimp, I reaaaaally like shrimp." You smile at him wholesomely as he looks at you with the same missing thing as earlier in his eyes.

He orders for the both of you then takes you to the bathroom and sits you on the counter with your bag. "Makeup remover?" He asked placing your bag on your lap. You pull out some individual wipes as he gentle pulls them from your fingers and moves the bag to the side.

He softly wipes at your face as you close your eyes and focus on the feeling of his hands. After wiping the makeup off he wipes down your face with water to make sure there's no remover left either.

"Beautiful. Now do you want to go watch something while we wait for the food?"

His eyes gleamed at you and it filled you with that feeling of admiration. He was being so considerate and kind. Nothing like you imagined. You were safe. Safe here with him by your side.

You placed a kiss to his cheek.

"(Y/nn)," he closed his eyes softly taking in the tingle of where your lips pressed. "You're drunk off your ass, baby. Lets get you fed and in bed, dear." You nod tiredly as he pulls you down from the counter.

You sit back down on his couch as he answers the door and takes the food. "Someone order shrimp?"

"Oooo!" You clap your hands rapidly and look to him excitedly. He giggles at you and hands you the food.

You sit and eat together. Talking about whatever comes to mind first and building on from wherever it wandered.

"So, what's your family like?" He asked innocently enough. "Eh." You brushed off. A subject you never liked was family.

"I get that." He tried to laugh but it seemed forced. "I was born with two parents and couldn't get a single one to even care about me." You laughed to him.

"Do you talk to them?" He looks like he wants your answer. Like he cares about what you say.

"I try not to. I cut them off when I was a teen, everyone blamed it on me being a dumb rebellious kid. No one ever tried to see what happened in those walls." You trailed off.

"Were you hurt?" He tilts his head as concern covers his features. "That's an understatement." You force a smile back at him and take a bite.

"I...I think I kinda understand what you feel in a way." You meet his eyes as they lazily traveled to the floor. His thoughts stiring from behind his pupils.

"No parent buddies?" You put out your hand for a fist bump. He laughs and fist bumps you, "Yeah, no parent buddies."

You lean a bit closer to him. "I'm sorry you were hurt. They didn't deserve the control they had over you." You went a bit more serious as you draw your eyes up to him.

"Im sorry for you too." He breathed out to you. "Now let's get you in bed." A smile took over as he moved your empty food package onto the table and picked you up.

"PUT ME DOWN KEIGO!" You laugh and softly hit your hands against him. He laughs with you then throws you onto the bed.

"Why am I on the bed?" You frown. "Why wouldn't you be?" He looks as he places your water on the night stand next to you.

"It's your bed."

"And I get to choose who sleeps in it."

He places a feather-light kiss on your temples then goes to the door.

"Keigo-" he turns, "cuddle me?"

"I'll clean up and be back here soon okay?" He smiles at you. "Okay"

After twenty minutes of struggling to keep yourself up you feel a weight press into the mattress, keeping some distance.

You roll up next to him and wrap yourself around him.

"Sweet dreams Keigo."

"Goodnight, (y/n)."

And there he was when you woke up. Right beside you. After awhile you got used to seeing his face when you woke up. Always being able to see the look in his eyes you tried so hard to put your finger on. The lovestruck stupid he was for you.

[laughing-moonlight]

Am I the only one wishing that Chase had actually sided with Douglas? Even if it was just for one FULL episode? They had so much they could’ve done with that and they just played it off with him as a ‘double-agent’ Like Chase was easily overshadowed by Adam and Bree and in that episode it really showed; especially Davenport’s comment on how ‘Speed and Strength gets the job done’ and completely left Chase out and hOLY FRICK I COULD WRITE A WHOLE ESSAY ON THIS SHITE

I know how you feel. When I was watching Avalanche I was kinda hoping that he was actually turning evil but NOPE!

Chase obviously feels insecure when it comes to his family and how more often than not he’s completely overshadowed by them

But I reaaaaally felt it when Chase at first refused to join Douglas because he’d be betraying his family, but when Douglas points out it’s the same family that mocks him and never gives him the credit he deserves, it’s only then when he ‘turns’

He only agrees when he’s told by an outsider how much his family mocks him and takes all the credit

He was so close to getting all these Bionic Abilities too and now it just seems like wasted potential (especially since he’s the ONLY ONE of the trio who could get all the Abilities)

But if he had turned evil this would’ve also given the others a chance for character development: Adam would see that teasing Chase every living moment of his life was obviously upsetting him, Bree would stop undermining him all the time, Davenport wouldn’t only see him as the ‘Smart Kid’ and even Leo wouldn’t tease him half as much (nothing for Tasha because she’s a QUEEN and has never done anything wrong!)

(Also kinda wish that Chase called Douglas Dad but hey we can’t get everything)

[purelyanimetickles]

Misunderstanding // MHA Tickle Fic

Summary: Bakugou is pissed and Midoryia is sad. What is their sharky boyfriend gonna do? Tickle them of course!

Relationship: Kiribakudeku

Kirishima glanced at Bakugou before looking back to his paper, a soft sigh threatening to come out. He glanced over to Midoryia and felt an even bigger sigh threaten to come out. Bakugou was pissed and Midoryia was upset. Eijiro didn’t know which was worse. 

Bakugou’s anger really was something you didn’t want to mess with and when you pissed him off, it really only got worse. However, Deku had this deflated puppy look on his face with tears swimming in the bottom of his eyes. What was jarring was that they both had reasons to be upset with one another.

That didn’t make it any easier for Kirishima when all he wanted was his two boyfriends back to being their feisty selves again. 

He finally did let out a sigh when the bell rang loudly throughout the halls, excusing the students from their class. Kirishima turned to Bakugou and gently laid a hand on his shoulder, feeling the heat that radiated off the teen. Before he could say a word, however, Deku was up and rushing out of the classroom, most likely heading to his dorm.

Kirishima bit his lip as Bakugou watched the greenette leave, getting even hotter to the touch. Yep, he was pissed. And it got worse when Todoroki, the real reason for Katsuki’s anger, chased after their small boyfriend.

“How are you not pissed?” Bakugou’s surprisingly quiet voice asked. He was obviously gritting his teeth and clenching his fists till they shook.

“Pissed, no. Jealous? Yeah a bit. But it isn’t Deku’s fault,” He soothed gently, hand trialing to Bakugou’s hair. “They are just friends, hun.”

“Apparently so are we!” The ash blonde growled, shoving himself out of his seat as sparks started to cover his hands. 

Kirishima winced as he remembered the conversation that had taken place just that morning.

Deku was walking between his two boyfriends, chatting happily about something random the two were barely paying attention too when he suddenly ran over to Todoroki with a blinding smile. 

Kirishima and Katsuki traded confused looks, slowly catching up to their small boyfriend. Deku was once again chattering but Shoto didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he seemed content to listen for as long as Midoryia wanted his attention. 

“Hey, Deku,” Todoroki suddenly interrupted, the two still not noticing the red and ash haired boys standing a little ways away from them. “When did you, Kirishima and Bakugou get so close?”

“Hmm? Oh, we are just friends!” Deku said brightly, a blush on his freckled cheeks as he smiled up at his multi-color haired friend.

It was like a stab went through both of their hearts.

Just friends?

That is the one sentence no one wants to hear from someone they love. It hurts deeply and down to the core.

“Is that so?” Bakugou’s voice was rumbly and filled with anger.

Todoroki and Midoryia turned to face them, both looking confused.

Kirishima gave Todoroki a small nod to the left, silently asking to be left alone with the green haired boy and the other teen nodded, quickly making his leave.

“Kacchan? What’s wrong?” Deku asked, completely confused.

“Don’t call me that,” the ash haired teen snarled. “Just friends huh? Do you kiss all of your friends? Do you cuddle them and tell them how much you love them?”

Deku frowned, trying to step closer to Katsuki but the blonde backed away. “Kacchan-”

“I said don’t call me that!” He smashed the wall right by Deku’s head, scaring their little boyfriend to the point of him shaking slightly.

“Kat, enough,” Kirishima said immediately. Sure he was hurt but he didn’t want to hurt Deku. “Let him explain.”

“No! Why should I? He made it pretty fucking clear that we are only friends! In fact, I bet you are ‘just friends’ with that icy hot freak as well, huh? Well stay the fuck away from us, stupid Deku! We don’t need you!”

And with that, Bakugou dragged Kirishima into their class, making sure the red head was in Midoryia’s former seat.

Kirishima himself was a bit shocked by the actions that just occurred. Did they just break up? But Deku didn’t even get to explain! Unfortunately, he couldn’t say anything to Katsuki as he was too fired up at the moment. It would only cause more trouble.

“We never let him explain...” Kirishima reminded his boyfriend gently. “You just jumped to conclusions. Besides, I didn’t think you wanted-”

“I don’t care who knows! You two are mine-were mine, FUCK!” 

Kirishima winced at the growl and sighed for the billionth time. “Let’s go to our rooms okay? You need to calm down before we talk to Midoryia.”

Bakugou grumbled angrily but didn’t dispute, following Kiri to the dorms and crawling into the bed with a huff.

Kirishima smiled and crawled in next to him, wishing Deku was in the middle like always with his big grins and pretty pink blushes. Kirishima nuzzled Bakugou’s neck, his fingers gently tracing shapes against his boyfriend’s sides.

Bakugou shivered, squirming slightly in place. 

It made the red head smile, continuing his soft actions.

The explosive blonde bit his lip, hiding his face in his arms as the soft tickling calmed down his nerves and instead renewed them with a different type of energy. A softer kind. One only his two boyfriends could ever bring out of him. 

“Kihihiri,” He warned but it was all a front. He didn’t mind one bit. In fact, he was happy for the distraction.

“Yeah baby?” Kirishima asked, now using both hands to softly scratch down Bakugou’s sides. “Something wrong?”

“Shuhuhut uhuhup, Shihihitty Hahahair!”

“That’s not very nice,” Kirishima growled playfully, burying his face in Bakugou’s neck and starting to nibble gently.

“ACK! Hahaha no!”

“Yes yes yes!”

Bakugou whined loudly, turning his boy so he was on his back, glaring up at his boyfriend. But he still didn’t stop him. Nope, instead he patiently waited for the belly tickles he knew he would receive.

Eijiro smiled softly and did just that, digging into his boyfriend’s toned belly just to hear those loud huffs of laughter. It was music to his ears after such a stressful morning. 

“S-Stahahahahap!” Bakugou cackled, kicking his legs out when Kiri got his lower tummy. It was worse on Deku and Kirishima but also a pretty good spot on their blonde.

“Do you reaaaaally want me to stop?”

Bakugou refused to answer and instead continued to laugh, yelping at the tweaks to his thighs.

“Lift your arms up baby,” Kirishima smirked, watching Bakugou’s face turn a dark red color. 

But he did as he was told....slowly.

Before they were even half way up, they slammed back down when Kirishima dug into his armpits, making Bakugou erupt in loud, boisterous laughter.

“SHIT FUCK FUCK NOHOHOHOHOOOOO!”

“That is such a dirty mouth!” Kirishima teased, using his thumbs to dig into the middle of Katsuki’s armpits.

“BAHAHA S-STAHAHAHAP IHIHIT!”

Kirishima smiled and slowed down, leaning up to kiss his lover. It took a second but Bakugou eventually responded though there was a small pout on his lips.

“Now...Can we talk to Izuku now?” He asked softly, watching the dark eyes of his lover look down and away. “Come on, Kat. We talked about not letting people know. It was what we all agreed on.”

“But Icy Hot is obviously in love with Zu...I just...don’t like them around each other. The shitty nerd doesn’t even realize how he has everyone wrapped around his finger.”

“But he chose us, babe,” Kiri said softly, running his fingers through Bakugou’s hair. “He chose to be with us out of everyone else. That means something, doesn’t it?”

Bakugou nodded but still wouldn’t mean Kirishima’s eyes, shame flooding his chest at his overreaction. He just got mad so easily, especially when he felt threatened.

The two slowly got up from their cuddled position and headed to their partner’s room, Eijiro knocking on the door.

There wasn’t a response.

Bakugou tried the knob and found it was unlocked. 

The two teens slowly walked into the room, eyes immediately drawn to the small figure on the bed to the side of the room. 

Deku was curled up tightly in a ball, snuggling into three different hoodies. One was Kirishima’s, one was Bakugou’s, and one was the hoodie the three rotated regularly. What really caught their attention was the dried tear tracks on his cheeks as he slept.

Shame once again slammed into Katsuki’s chest and he slowly sat on the edge of the bed, running a hand through Midoryia’s hair.

The greenette’s eyes fluttered open and he gave a small sniffle, peering up at who was touching him. His eyes widened and he hurriedly sat up, finding Kirishima as well.

“W-What are you doing in here?”

“It belongs to our boyfriend,” Kirishima said softly, a smile on his face. “We’ve come to check on him an apologize.”

“I didn’t think-”

“IM SORRY OKAY?” Bakugou interrupted Deku with an angry yell. He was looking at the door, face turned into a snarl. He hated feeling bad, feeling shame, he hated anything that didn’t make him feel good. “I...Gods Deku...I’m sorry.”

“Why did you get so mad?” Deku asked quietly.

“You told Icy Hot we were just friends! We aren’t though. We are your fucking boyfriends!”

“But you said-”

“It’s different with half and half okay?” Katsuki huffed, crossing his arms. “Just...I’m sorry.”

Deku gave a small smile. “It’s alright Kacchan-I mean Bakugou.”

“You...” Katsuki gave Deku a pained look. “You can call me Kacchan. You always can.”

Kirishima was beaming at his too lovers with pride and happiness. He was so glad they worked it out. Now, however, they had a small boy to cuddle.

Kirishima joined them on the bed and eagerly pulled Deku into the middle of a cuddle pile, squishing him between Katsuki and himself.

Deku gave a small giggle, the sound adorable and lovely, and happily snuggled close. His head was on Kiri’s chest and he had Kacchan cuddling him from behind.

Another giggle escaped from Deku as he felt fingers slowly rub into his belly, massaging the muscles there.

“K-Kahacchan!”

“What? Kiri tickled me!” He whined, nuzzling into Deku’s neck. “Stupid nerds. Both of you.”

Deku continued to laugh softly as Bakugou gently tickled his ribs, picking at them tenderly before blowing a huge raspberry on Deku’s neck.

“NYAHAH! Ewwwww!”

Kirishima, not one to be left out, eagerly used his pointer finger to tickle under Midoryia’s chin, electing the sweetest squeak in the world.

“Awww you are so cutttte!” Kirishima cooed, pressing a kiss to Deku’s still giggling lips.

Bakugou went to Deku’s hips, digging into the sharp bone with a smirk as Deku’s body jolted, a strangled gasp escaping him.

“BAHAH NOHOT THEHEHERE! KAHAHAHCCHAHAHAN!”

“Not your hips? But they are so cute!” Kacchan cooed softly, a teasing smirk on his face as he tickled hip to hip, including the adorable lower belly.

Deku squealed in delight, being showered in affection by his lovers. He lightly bat at the hands, not really trying to push them away. Eventually the tickling stopped and Deku was left a panting, smiling mess.

Bakugou tsked softly and kissed Deku’s head and then Kirishima’s nose before closing his eyes to relax.

Deku cooed and kissed Bakugou’s knuckles and then Kirishima again, doing the same.

Kirishima watched over his boyfriends, stunned once again by their beauty and smiled, keeping them close and safe.

[emiefaunwrites]

YOU CREATED A BLESSING BY MISREADING MY ASK!!! YOU ARE COMPLETELY FORGIVEN!!!

Although if you wanna do the Kaede one it would be really sweet if the boys take Kei with them!

ASDFGHJKL I AM NOT WORTHY OF SUCH FORGIVENESS THANK YOU BLESSED ANON!!!

So heh...Imma stir things up again. Wouldja mind awfully if I did the original ask? It's just...

Once I read it properly (*wheeze* sorry again *wheeze*), an idea popped into my head - in kinda a two parter. This would be part one and part two would come later (either if it was asked or I just write it!)

So I'M SORRY ONCE AGAIN to not do what you asked. I hope this makes up for my blunder and I hope you enjoy!!

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• As we know, Leon's pretty chill with music.

• He's down for whatever and isn't embarrassed by what he likes.

• What he IS embarrassed by is what people would think if they knew he could play the piano.

• I mean come on! He's a punk dude! He's meant to play guitar and drums and all that badass shit.

• Not something as...as...NOT PUNK rock as piano.

• But truth is he's always played it - his dad taught him how to play ever since he was a little boy and he (in secret) LOVES it.

• He loves how he can get lost in the music and how you can FEEL the emotion if the pianist plays with their heart.

• But HE'S never been able to play like that so what's the point?

• And so he doesn't tell anyone, keeping it his and his family's secret.

• Not even Taka knows - Leon's parents have been sworn to secrecy.

• But he's more than happy to listen to the classical music that Taka plays when they study - silently falling in love with the genre all over again.

• He doesn't think things will ever change.

• Until Taka invites him to one of the Ultimate Pianist's concerts.

• He'a gotten free tickets as part of the theatre club (since Kaede is their musical director!) and he REAAAAALLY wants to support her.

• Leon doesn't actually mind going but makes a fuss for appearance's sake.

• 'It'll be boring!'

• 'Classical music ISN'T boring!'

• 'Not when we're cuddling is not. But we're just gonna be sat there in silence! My ass will go numb on the seat we'll be there so long!'

• Of course, it's all for show. He does lowkey want to see the Ultimate Pianist in action.

• And eventually, after winding Taka up for ages, he agrees to go.

• Now of course, this is considered a date so Taka insists that Leon smartens up a bit.

• It's not that he dislikes Leon's clothing - he often steals some of clothes to wear on lazy days.

• But he does like it when Leon wears a shirt - it makes him all gooey inside.

• And Leon does love making his boyfriend feel all gooey!

• They make their way to their seats, settling down as quick as they can.

• They're one of the youngest ones in the room (along with the rest of Kaede's friends) and Leon starts grumbling.

• 'How long is this thing?'

• 'An hour and a half.'

• 'UUUUUUUUGH! WHYYYYYYYYYY?!'

• 'Shh! Don't be rude!'

• After another ten minutes of mock grumbling, the lights go down and the theatre goes silent.

• On walks Kaede, thanking everyone for coming and giving some details on the themes behind her chosen pieces.

• And then she takes a seat, leaving the audience in an eerie silence for a few moments.

• Then she begins.

• It doesn't take long for Leon to fall right into the music, feeling the emotion that Kaede in portraying, seeing the serene expression on her face as she does the thing she loves most.

• THIS is what playing from the heart looks like.

• Leon turns to whisper something to Taka but the words catch in his throat.

• Taka looks entranced - eyes closed as he takes in the pureness of the music, a small smile on his face as he sways gently to the sound.

• Many thoughts pop into his head at this point.

• First: holy shit, he's so beautiful.

• Second: I want to make him look like this.

• Third, and probably most important: Kiyotaka Ishimaru is his heart.

• He never had anything to play for before. Never had an emotion to share.

• But right now, listening to Kaede's music and watching the boy he loves, he's so full of love and happiness.

• And he's certain that THIS would be what he wants to share. This feeling right now.

• And because of some free tickets and the Ultimate Pianist, Leon Kuwata finally finds his muse.