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ch6sos · 9 months ago

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𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ teen!nanami headcanons

love my emo king so i decided to make headcanons for him because love himso sosooo MUCH <3 I am obsessed with nanami I am sorry guys for the amount of nanami but he is my beloved and my hyperfixation wooooooooooo

lmk if i should make an emo teen nanami as ur bf headcanon ill gladly do it sweetie pies

He is much quieter as a child and rarely speaks. I believe he will be more reserved as a teenager, not because he is shy, but because he dislikes talking to strangers. He is distant, but not unfriendly.

Haibara is the only person who is allowed in his room, and I do not make the rules.

Owned an iPod/iPod touch (even though Nanami is the Samsung king) and he would stream his little emo bands.

As a teenager, he appears to be more immature and irrational, displaying difficulty in controlling his emotions sometimes. Despite his calm exterior, he is still a teenage boy so he has regular outbursts here and there.

HATED IT when he tried one of Shoko’s cigarettes; he most likely took one puff and began to cough as though he was going to die.

Sassy king who rolls his eyes and emo hair flips at least 7 times per second, 24/7.

“Nanami, can you do that thing?”

"Do not bother me at this time, Gojo."

“OH MY GOD YOU DID IT.”

"What did I do."

"The hair flip thing... hahaha you need to cut your bangs."

"I prefer to keep it this way so I can focus on you with one eye and spare the other from seeing more of your face."

Haibara is an extrovert who encourages him to attend events and socialize with others.

His backpack is tidy. His books are neatly organized, and his papers are not crammed together.

He was forced to go to karaoke rooms with Shoko, Geto, Gojo, and Haibara, where he would sit and listen to them sing loudly.

"C'mon, Nanami... sing!"

"..."

“Please?"

"..."

It turns out he was singing all along, albeit softly and quietly, while they sang along loudly to the screen lyrics.

He spaces out a lot when people talk to him because he just wants to go home.

Haibara is subtly affectionate towards him, wrapping his arm around his shoulder like many guys do. He doesn't push him off, but the other guy freezes and maintains some distance.

He once woke up from a nap and found himself wearing eyeliner, black nail polish, and eyeshadow. He immediately ran out to scold Gojo (it wasn't just him) (but he secretly liked it).

"Gojo, what the fuck is this?"

"This is your culture!"

"Please refrain from touching me while I am sleeping."

“Hey! Who said it was only me?”

“Jesus Christ.”

Probably got a double helix piercing (that eventually healed when he became an adult) (sorry guys).

(Though he still has his earlobe piercings as an adult, he just never really wears earrings anymore. Though you can see the various holes.)

Geto accompanied him to get piercings, and despite feeling nervous at first, he ended up loving the experience and feeling badass.

"It feels good, right?"

"Oh, yeah, I suppose," he mumbled, trying to suppress a broad smile. As he arrived at his dorm, a dorky grin spread across his face. He stood in front of the mirror for several hours, hyping himself up.

Listens to My Chemical Romance, Nirvana, Van Halen, Metallica, Guns N' Roses, AC/DC, Linkin Park, Green Day, Foo Fighters, The Strokes, and Paramore. And more. :)

He would probably like gothic characters from cartoons or shows, like Raven from Teen Titans.

If you quietly make your way into his dorm room while he's listening to music, you'll catch him singing out the lyrics to his beloved emo songs. As the music moves him, he'll start air guitaring and air drumming with fervor. However, if he catches you witnessing his private performance, you'll see a flicker of embarrassment cross his face.

Gojo once tried to dye one of his hair strands purple or blue, but he failed. Instead of turning the strand the desired color, it only lightened his hair slightly, resulting in a lighter shade of blonde that looked like gray hair.

"Gojo, you made me look like a grandfather. I should've done it myself.”

"Looks great on you, Nanami! Fits you too since you kind of act like a grandpa.”

"Oh you, son of a—"

He secretly owns a Tamagotchi named Helena after remembering it is a My Chemical Romance song.

Wept when they split up.

Has secretly attended several concerts, raves, and gatherings, enjoying the kindness and energy of the events.

Has previously used an Ouija board with Gojo, Geto, and Haibara, and the "spirit" liked him.

He goes to the Japanese equivalent of a Hot Topic to get his clothes.

He smells earthy and musky because he is emo, and he probably has a cologne fragrance bottle shaped like a skull.

He rarely posted on MySpace, and when he did, it was only about his music and book reviews.

Likely wore a fake lip piercing, a silver skull necklace, and one of those spikey emo bracelets.

Read Scott Pilgrim comics for a while.

He was not too dry, so he used emoticons like "-_-" "-.-" "._. ".-." "^_^"

In his spare time, he enjoys reading books about horror and mystery.

Owned a black Nintendo DS and always handed it to Haibara so he could play with it. Was not upset when Haibara accidentally dropped it in the water, but was sad that he lost his Pokemon progress.

Never had a genuine crush on someone, though when he does he becomes shy and awkward around the person he has a crush on, often finding himself avoiding them like the plague. Whenever he catches sight of them, uncertainty clouds his mind, nerves all over the place.

Despite his efforts to suppress his feelings, they only seem to intensify. This is his first experience with a serious crush, and his initial reaction is to try to shake off the emotions, but he soon realizes that he can't - he's simply head over heels in love.

Whenever he sees them, he does a cute, dorky thing - he goes to his mirror, fixes his bangs, and hypes himself up. He sprayed more cologne than usual, coughed a little, and made sure his skull necklace, helix piercings, and slight eyeshadow looked good. He gives himself several minutes for a pep talk because he still gets so nervous.

He fidgets a lot, constantly finding ways to occupy his hands even when he appears outwardly calm. It's as if he can't help but engage in some form of repetitive movement, whether it's tapping his fingers, twirling a pen, or adjusting his sleeves.

He also stammers a bit sometimes especially when talking to someone he likes.

Talks to Haibara about how he feels most of the time. Out of everyone he trusts Haibara.

He draws on himself when he is bored. He intended to get a tattoo, so he drew on himself to see how it would look.

He has a journal, emphasizing that it's not a diary, where he writes down his emotions. He finds solace in jotting down his innermost feelings as he often struggles to express them verbally.

In his journal, not a diary, he vents a lot. He is frustrated with himself because he is so bad at expressing his emotions. When he wants to, he can't, and he just pushes people away, which he despises.

"Sometimes I wonder why. Why do I have to be like this? I do want to talk to people and express my emotions to them, but I could never. It genuinely scares me, and that is something I want to fix about myself."

Owns several band shirts and wears them to bed. When he is older, they're smaller on him. I wonder why.

When he's out with Haibara and the group, he always wears his headphones and drifts off while listening to music.

“NA-NA-MIIIII!”

*pretends not to hear gojo*

In the modern world, he would be the quiet student who consistently gets top grades, sits at the back of the class, and rarely participates.

When someone shares the same interests as him he tries not to look too excited but ultimately fails.

As a teenager, he adamantly refuses to pursue a romantic relationship but secretly desires one to fulfill his need for affection.

Thus, he spends his time reading romantic novels, gaining insights into how the male protagonists treat their significant others. This newfound knowledge inspires him to learn how to treat his future significant other.

Even though he is mature for his age, he sometimes wishes he had been raised differently. He genuinely feels like he is wasting his youth by not spending more time being a teenager.

Converse + Vans are his specialty and they’re all beat up.

He sees Geto as a fashion inspiration because he is another emo king.

When he's not in uniform, he enjoys wearing oversized, tucked-in T-shirts paired with sleek black pants and a studded belt. His fingers are adorned with multiple rings, and he complements this look with a sleek black watch.

He always spends an extra dollar to buy someone something from the vending machine. Need a soda? He gotcha.

He always seems to be munching on something, whether it's the crunch of Doritos or potato chips. However, he doesn't seem to have as much of a sweet tooth.

an emo king who deserves the world

a/n: i love my goat

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blueariel3-blog · 2 years ago

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Only Her

Pairing: Tom Riddle x Reader

A/N: Hello! This is the first fic I'm posting so let me know if you like it! I had so much fun writing it and I always have ideas in my head for stories, so I thought it was time I finally posted one lol.

The autumn breeze was chilling to the bone once you had been exposed to it. No amount of thick sweaters, fluffy scarves, or wool gloves could keep the bite out once the cold really settled in. Tom blew a warm breath into his hands ( as warm as he could manage in the current weather) and cursed the skies. He would not be trekking through this treacherous weather if it weren’t for the bubbly girl skipping in front of him.

She had asked him to accompany her to Hogsmeade this weekend and no matter how hard he tried to find the cold, unappealing mask he had perfectly molded, he knew there was no way he could turn her down. She was his opposite in every aspect and as much as it didn’t make sense, it also did.

He tried to keep his usual schemes far away from her innocent ears, though she was not oblivious to his extracurricular activities. He supposed one of the things he enjoyed most is that she never judged him or tried to talk him out of his plans. She simply took him for what he was and loved every part of him.

“Oh Tom, look! The snowflakes are so pretty!” She beamed as she caught one in her hand, shoving it toward the grumpy boy following behind her. He merely grimaced and attempted to at least look half-interested. She continued admiring the puffs of feather-light ice, paying no attention to what was in front of her, trusting her boyfriend to watch out for her completely.

Tom sometimes wondered how different things would be had she not been assigned his partner in charms and been forced to attend several study sessions together. If she hadn’t insisted on working together as much as possible and making sure their assignments had no errors, would he be further along in his plans?

He had been delaying releasing the basilisk for months out of fear for her. Only her, no one else he cared enough about to even consider their well-being. His closest friends had taken his distraction as an excuse to delay plans and stop attending meetings altogether. He knew he needed to make a move soon, but he also knew he could postpone it a little longer.

“You ought to be careful, the bridge is frozen and you could easily slip.” Despite the lack of warmth in his tone, his message was well-intended and he knew she understood that. She simply giggled and held out her hand to him, allowing his large hands to encompass her small ones and keep her balanced.

Although he sometimes found it tedious to always make sure She was in safe hands, he also secretly adored it. Sometimes he got tired of the constant anger and despise in his head, the blood on his hands, the nagging feeling of never being enough, and simply let thoughts of her overwhelm him.

“Look, the Three Broomsticks has their lights on!” Tom reigned in the urge to tell her that they always had their lights on, instead letting her indulge in the simplistic fun. She tugged him along hastily through the crowded streets and burst through the old wooden doors. Tom snarled at those who dared looked their way and lead the girl in his arms to the farthest table in the back.

He was not embarrassed to be seen with her by any means. However, he absolutely despised the nasty looks she received for being with him. It wasn’t his own feelings he was concerned with; hers, on the other hand, were as delicate as a blooming flower. Tom sometimes wondered if it was the mean comments or the prospect of being humiliated that made the tears roll down her porcelain face.

“What would you two like to drink?” Tom eyed the man who had come to take their order. He was tall and lanky, probably a graduate from last year or the one before who couldn’t find anything better to do with his time than smoke and drink. She batted her eyelashes and ordered two butter beers, unaware of the blush now coating the snob's cheeks.

She never meant to flirt, she was just a charismatic being. Tom never reprimanded her for it and never pointed it out, not wanting her to lose the joyous nature about herself for the sake of others’ stupidity.

“So, heard anything good lately?” Tome whipped his head back to her and narrowed his eyes. She loved to gossip.

“I heard Walburga and Orion are engaged.” He had come to enjoy passing secrets with her. Only her.

“They are not!’ She gasped. Tom nodded his head and smirked. “Are they not cousins?”

“Well, yes, but the pureblood families tend to interbreed anyways. Their children will probably bear all sorts of problems.” She giggled and slapped a hand over her mouth, tho the tint to her cheeks never left.

He caught himself almost smiling but quickly scowled as the man set their drinks down in front of them. He gave her an extra long pause, telling her to call out if she needed anything, and slowly walked away from the table.

She took a long sip of her drink, sighing happily and looking at Tom expectantly. Truth be told, he hated the damn drink. But he indulged her in tasting it every time and then letting her have the rest. He always ended up dragging her back to the castle by the end of the day but he couldn’t deny her this simple pleasure.

He grasped the glass and took a slow sip, swishing the amber liquid around in his mouth before swallowing. Tom hated the grime that coated his teeth every time he drank something sugary and made a mental note to brush his teeth as soon as he returned to his dorm.

Once her drink was gone and Tom had taken three nanoscopic sips of his, she downed his as well. A glassy film covered her eyes and she began laughing uncontrollably, doubling over and clutching her stomach as the drink coursed through her.

A rough hand on his shoulder brought Tom out of his watchful stare. Abraxas Malfoy stood next to him, a sort of excitement in his eyes as he beheld the giggling girl in front of him. Tom shook his disgusting hand off his shoulder and raised his eyebrows at his right-hand man.

“Hello, you two! Well, don’t you look as lovely as ever!” She giggled again.

“Why thank you, Abraxas!”

“I was actually referring to our good friend Tommy here, but you look lovely as well.” A smirk adorned Abraxas face as she laughed even harder. If Abraxas had not been one of his most trusted followers then he would have obliviated him. He still might.

“He does look quite lovely.” Tom simply rolled his eyes and motioned for the blonde boy to tell him whatever it was he interrupted their night for.

“I just came to wish you both a good night and check-in.” The glint in his eyes told a different story and Tom almost pulled him into the alleyway to explain. But that would mean leaving her alone, and that was something he would never do.

“Thank you, Abraxas. Oh! Are you excited about the quidditch game tomorrow?” Although she came from the yellow house, she adorned a different color for every game. She just liked to witness the excitement of someone winning.

“I am, I hope you’ll be in green and black tomorrow?” He gave her a lazy grin as she nodded her head eagerly. She would not remember agreeing to that tomorrow and Abraxas would have quite the time teasing her when he sees her decked in blue instead.

“Darling, did you want to go to the bookstore before the end of the night?” The light was dimming outside, but the shops were far from closing. With darkness came cold though, and Tom would not have her out in weather worse than this.

“Oh, of course! I thought we could pick up a few to read before bed?” Abraxas snickered but quickly stopped once he saw the sharp look Tom diverted at him. Instead of answering, he simply shrugged his coat on and offered her a hand. He made sure her scarf was wrapped tight around her neck and her coat buttoned properly to seal in any remaining warmth.

He held her hand tightly and led her down the snowy street. The small bookstore came into view and he quickly pulled them in to fight off the cold, leading her down to the section she adored the most.

Tom watched as her fingers skimmed the old parchments as she lazily looked for a few to bring home. He felt bad the first few times they came because he couldn’t afford to buy her what she wanted, but she insisted she had enough money for the both of them. After many disagreements (they never argued because he couldn’t stand to make her upset), he finally accepted that she would buy them and he would read them to her.

“I want this one, please.” Tom grabbed the rather thin book off the shelf and held it out for her to tuck in her arms.

“Just one darling? We’ll go through that pretty quickly, maybe you should pick another one as well.” She hummed in agreement and pointed to three more books. He rolled his eyes humorously and pulled them from the shelf.

With the books in hand, she set them on the counter and bounced on her toes as the clerk rang them up. She handed them the payment and Tom took the wrapped parcels along with her hand and made for the door.

The walk back to the castle always felt longer, though he knew it wasn’t. Perhaps it was the impending time to sit by the fire with her curled into his side or the way her scent would wash over him and lull him to sleep. It could have been the sleep-filled nights he only seemed to find wrapped around her or the quiet the castle offered only at night.

“Tom?” He hummed and turned to her. She had a contemplative look on her face.

“Do you think you’ll ever get tired of me?” He stopped in his tracks, pulling her back when she attempted to carry on walking. His heart beat a thousand times faster than normal and if he thought about her words too long, he was sure it would beat out of his chest.

He carefully placed one hand under her chin, tilting those glassy eyes to look directly into his. His sharp features made him intimidating to most people, but she was never afraid of the death that could shine in his eyes.

“Why are you asking me that darling? Has someone said something?” Merlin forbid someone else had made her think this way. They would be dead within the hour.

She shook her head quickly, long strands of hair falling in her eyes. She pushed them back with one hand and huffed, looking at the ground while she played with his fingers.

“No, I was just thinking. I know I’m very different from you and your friends, and sometimes I just wonder…well…if I’m too different.”

Tom would do anything to wipe the sorrow from her voice. He forced himself to take steadying breaths. The wrapped books thumped against the snow-packed ground as he freed both of his hands to grasp either side of her face.

“Darling, I will not get tired of you. I enjoy the differences between us. I know I am not capable of the extent of feelings you have for me, but one day I hope to learn to feel those things.” He placed one of her hands against his beating heart, letting her feel how tilted his world had suddenly become.

“Are you sure?” She batted those long, beautiful eyelashes up at him.

“I am quite sure.” She nodded once, the smile taking on her face again as if she hadn’t just torn his world apart and put it back together in the span of two minutes. She grabbed the books from the ground and tucked them under one arm, wrapping the other around his and pulling him quickly towards the castle.

There was no one else he would ever consider confessing his feelings for, good or bad. No one else could destroy him if they ever decided they were tired of him. No one else held his heart as she did. Only her. Only ever her.

#tom riddle #hufflepuff #harry potter #tom riddle fluff #tom riddle x reader #tom riddle fans #hufflepuff!reader #tom marvolo riddle #tom riddle x fem!reader

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yes-i-write-fanfiction · 1 year ago

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Hi I see you’re request are open and I wanna ask that if you can do the tfp cons becoming celebrities after a photo is taken of them and become instantly famous

-Megatron's first initial thought upon learning this is "God damn these organics stupid, I am literally aiming to take over their planet" but then it morphs into "Hmm, maybe I can use this to my benefit?".

His new plan is to turn the human public against the autobots, to portray the decepticons in a sympathetic light and sow discord in the populace. Not everyone is going to side with the decepticons but it will be enough people that it will be disruptive. As the leader of the decepticons, not to mention a former gladiator, Megatron is highly charismatic and can easily turn some starstruck humans into willing servants.

-Starscream enjoys the attention and will manipulate his fans into pitying him. While yes, he would rather be revered, worshipped, he knows from experience that it's easier to gain sympathy from pity than being actually liked. Bemoans his tragic life, how everyone turns against him, really plays up how fragile his armor is in comparison to some of the other cons like Megatron or Breakdown.

Uses this pity to get his human fans to give him things. Energon and spare parts, mainly. He acts all grateful to their faces but the moment he's alone he snickers about how easily deceived these stupid humans are.

-Just like Megatron, Soundwave immediately starts manipulating the media feed to show the decepticon's in a sympathetic, more positive light. While Megatron is the poster boy, Soundwave works behind the scenes, creating thousands of fake accounts to spread the support for decepticons.

While he takes this task as serious as he would any other, Soundwave secretly finds this relaxing since it's a bit more laid back and has less lethal consequences if he just so happens to fail. Assigns a squad of vehicons to become full time photographers.

-Now you just know that Knockout LOVES the attention. He reads every comment and likes every post that mentions how good looking he is. Somehow becomes even more obsessed with his appearance now that the knows that he's got billions of eyes on him. He can't afford to disappoint his fans after all.

Honestly just seeking validation. He's not used to feeling wanted or appreciated so he will take any scrap of positive attention that he can get, even from humans.

-Breakdown finds it embarrassing at first, unsure how to handle all of this sudden attention. Eventually though he realizes that people like him and that they think he's super cool and wow, that just does wonders for his ego. He walks a little prouder, puffs his chest a little higher.

Still finds it awkward to read comments though. These people don't really know him and they mainly go off his general vibes and appearance and that feels a little too shallow for his tastes.

-Out of everyone, Shockwave is the least interested in all of this. Really, he does not care about the opinion of some humans. There's not a lot I can write about his reaction because he simply thinks nothing off it. It might as well not have happened.

#transformers imagine #transformers prime #megatron #starscream #soundwave #knockout #breakdown #shockwave #celebrity au

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spiritfrvr · 1 year ago

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MILES MORALES X BLACK BF READER HEAD-CANONS (mostly miles from the first spider verse movie )

- Miles would probably think to himself at first he doesn’t like you but once he realizes how much of a sweetheart you are he ends up taking those Am I gay quizzes

- Miles who does the hey trick on you and ends up playing it off as a joke (he’s hella embarrassed). Feeling bad you pat his back for reassurance walking off to class

- miles asking you every day to hang out ( which can include you sneaking out sometimes) just to hang out at the comic store, watch him spray paint, or talk about his interests in movies and shows at a park.

- Miles giving you friendship bracelets because that’s his ticket of appreciation if not love for you. You ended up having both of your arms covered by different colored bracelets.

- Miles who is asleep and gets flustered by the goodnight smooches given to him by you. Then one day mumbled I like you a lot in his sleep clearly, not caring if you heard him or not.

- Miles ends up screaming hella loud because you confess to him, But after a while, he knows he has to take things slow.

- Miles is an act of service and gift-giving type of guy, this man will text you every 5 minutes in school asking if you need help with your homework assignments. Even when you two go somewhere private for lunch he gives you the snacks he doesn’t like to you.

- Miles isn't sure what to do in a relationship so you do the small stuff like holding his hand while walking, sending him cutesy messages, going on dates that you paid for that he enjoys.

- Miles secretly geeking out because he had his first Spider-Man kiss with you, which was a complete shocker at first because who knew the man you liked was Spider-Man?

- Miles who plays with your Afro whenever he has the opportunity too, most of the time he does the simple Afro puffs.

Miles is so cute

#spiritwrites☆彡🖇#spiderman into the spiderverse #miles morales #black male reader #poc MLM relationships

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alienaiver · 6 months ago

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Amethyst Haze sneak peek!

heres a small sneak peek! :3 its shinsou and reader at an amusement park, finding a prize stall!

900 words!

There’s a stall with Pro Hero plushies lined behind a shooting range game. You stop to look, and Shinsou follows your eyes. There’s a big Deku plushie front and center, with other various heroes around him. He’s not sure which one you’re currently sending your warmest heart eyes to, but he chances a question, “you want any of them?” he tries to ask smoothly, but cringes inwardly at how flirtatious it might’ve come off. You lick your lip subconsciously and nod before you catch yourself. You clear your throat, “it’s uh, it’s a bit embarrassing,” you laugh and pull a few strands of hair behind your ear. He looks at you with a huff of a laugh, “you can’t be saying that now, can you, Brainwave Number One Fan?” he teases and the way your head whips towards him in surprise, your eyes twinkling before you let out the lightest, most relaxed laugh he’s heard from you all day and scold him mockingly, “you promised not to bring that up!” lightly punching his shoulder. He holds back from reaching out for the spot, seeing if you left behind any warmth on him. He stares at you, a love struck smile on his face for a moment too long.

He smirks at you then, “then tell me which one you want and I’ll get it for you.”

He’s not sure where the certainty comes from. While he’s confident enough in his aim, this is a bow and arrow type of shooting; it’s not exactly his forte. You hum as you look back and forth a few times, a playful smile on your lips that you try to hide behind a hand. Then you look at him resolutely, “you win and I’ll tell you.”

He puffs up his chest before he nods, “alright.” in a brave act of flirting on purpose, he takes off his cap and puts it on your head.

He doesn’t win anything and the owner of the stall barks out laugh after laugh at Shinsou’s attempts; they don’t even seem to be meant as mocking, she seems like she’s genuinely just having fun. Which makes Shinsou even more embarrassed. In an attempt to soothe him, you pat his back, “don’t mind,” you say to cheer him up and he slumps further. You giggle, “it’s okay. I’m sure some obscure eBay seller will have it,” you argue and turn to walk away. Shinsou clenches his fist and gives the woman one last determined look and another 500 yen coin for another three tries. The stall owner, called Byakuya, as you learned through small talks as Shinsou failed attempt after attempt, nods approvingly at the challenger and his renewed vigor, handing him four arrows instead of the allotted three. You clap excitedly and cheer him on, “you can do it!” you say with excitement, as you try to discreetly lean against the counter of the stall, dispersing your weight and hoping your cheers doesn’t sound too performative. Before coming across this stall, you’d agreed to sit down and try the churros that went viral a few months back. It’d been a good time to sit down and rest before continuing to walk around.

You have a feeling Shinsou might feel embarrassed about failing so many attempts, but you find it endearing in and of itself. You’re not sure the compliment would make him happy though, so you keep quiet, secretly packing away this moment in your heart to look at later with a fond smile. You hold back with all your might from lifting your hands to the cap on your head and pull it down to see if his scent lingers on it. That’d be too much for sure.

He reaches the last arrow with no success, and inhales deeply. Then, he turns to you and pushes the arrow in his hand toward you. You pause your supportive clapping to stare at him, a confused “ah?” leaving you at his movements. He looks to the ground, the tell-tale signs of an almost pout on his features. With furrowed brows he reluctantly speaks up, “bless it for me. With a kiss.”

Another “ah?” leaves you before you process his words, staring blankly at him. He thrusts it towards you again, still refusing to look up from the ground and there’s a heavy red tint to his cheeks that you can’t help but focus on.

Then you slowly walk towards it, looking at him all the same. In the back of your mind you hear Byakuya click her tongue about the hygiene of kissing the arrow. Even when you don’t reply, you register it and reach out with your fingers, pulling the hand with the arrow towards you.

Shinsou finally looks up and is immediately mesmerized by you. The cap’s too far down on your head, so he can’t see your face, your hair a mess underneath. Your lashes flutter as you blink nervously a few times, focused on the hand as you tentatively lick your lips. There’s a burning sensation where you’re touching him, and it takes everything in him to not pull away as if burned. It’s too much, too hot, all at once. It’s unbearably uncomfortable, yet he’s frozen on the spot, hoping it never stops.

He holds his breath when your lips close in on the arrow, but he chokes on the held breath when you continue past the arrow and lightly peck his knuckles. You linger there for a moment longer than necessary and Shinsou fights back the cough wanting to spill out when your eyes catches his through your lashes; what kind of killer move was this?

He then pulls away abruptly and looks away. He grumbles out a strained thank you and doesn’t notice the grin on Byakuya’s face. In the back of his mind is a hope that he isn’t recognized here, right now, since he was stupid enough to take off the cap.

He puts the arrow into position on the bow and inhales slowly, focusing his aim. He keeps looking for a moment longer, hoping and praying to God; any God at this point – he promises not to be picky if he wins – and then releases.

i hope you enjoyed this scene from a current disabled!reader fic im building. let me know if you'd like to be a vibe reader (more information here) and have a lovely evening <3

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha x you #shinsou hitoshi x reader #shinsou hitoshi x you #shinsou hitoshi fluff #disabled reader insert #bnha fluff #mha fluff #amethyst haze #thank u dira for giving me some spirit back! <3 ily friend

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yfmconfessions2 · 4 months ago

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Yfm headcanons!!!!!

Puff Puff

He's allergic to peanut butter, but honestly doesn't give two shits

He's an animal person, no a dog person, or a cat person, an animal person (like a Disney princess he attracts animals to him)

He acts like a shithead but is secretly a big softie sweetie pie who would spoil anyone he loves enough (if it weren't for the fact he would get so embarrassed about it)

...Secretly watches drag races...

He's so starved of touch but he acts like he doesn't want it. If you touch him affectionately ONCE, he'll melt into your arms...

DeeJay

He's so warm all the time, he's like a walking oven

(Has body issues due to past bullying and current online harassment BUT WE DON'T TALK ABOUT THAT SSHHKSHSJSK)

He'll wear as much jewelry as he feels like during the moment... Usually doesn't feel like it though...

He edits all of YFM's music vids, plus he likes to draw up some official art for YFM

He acts like the older and more responsible sibling, always putting up a front that makes sure nobody cam tell he's exhausted and wants to break down and cry in someone's arms... He so wants to be taken care of but he can't trust anyone around him to behave responsibly and it hurts him a lot...

lemme know if you want more headcanons!!!!

-(👾🐈‍⬛️ anon)

OMFOGMGOSKOAJDOWJSK IM CHEWING SO LOUD THE NEIGHBORS CAN HEAR

#yfm #your favorite martian #confession

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4seasonsofart · 1 year ago

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The stench of the vaping fumes has seeped into the pores of the school bathrooms. Half of the fluorescent lights have burned out, and the underpaid janitors have yet to replace them. The bathroom walls and doors are inked with graffiti and nasty messages. It was as if the school itself was a big sign saying 'fuck the system'.

A black duffel bag is carelessly dropped onto the grimey tile floors that grow mildew and fungus. A freshly strung guitar within its pristine case is placed upon one of the sinks. A cigarette is lit and brought to a pair of pink and chapped lips. A smudge of red lipstick and a hickey adorning its owner's neck.

"Are we going to do this or not, Princess? My prices ain't cheap, you know." Thorfinn states gruffly as he rolls his hazel eyes towards the trembling blonde. The coward couldn't even look him in the eyes.

"I have the money right here, Thorfinn!" Canute states this in a nervous manner as he brings out a large stack of bills and hands them to Thorfinn.

His eyes light up as he smirks and looks up. He absent-mindedly counts the money. "Two hundred and fifty bucks for a simple tattoo? Man, I knew your pops was rich, but I didn't think he'd let you blow your fortune on this shit." Thorfinn scoffs as he takes another puff of his cigarette and then stomps it out.

Canute's ocean blue eyes look at Thorfinn widely, as he is unable to understand the boys actions. "Actually, my father doesn't know about this; no one does. This just stays between you and me, right, Thorfinn?"

"So, the pretty little princess finally grew a pair, eh?" Thorfinn replies snarkily as he throws the blonde a glare and rolls his eyes. He plugs in his equipment as he gestures for Canute to sit on one of the slowly leaking sinks. "Guess I can keep your secret. No ratting me out. Or, your father may just find out how much you love wearing lipstick and dresses." Thorfinn wolfishly grins at Canute as he points towards a ghastly bite mark on his neck that alternates between shades of violet and crimson red.

Canute gently takes a seat at the sink as the words register within his mind. He covers his face in his hands as he refuses to meet Thorfinn's eyes. "I didn't mean to bite down that hard on you. I just got... excited." Canute murmurs softly as he wishes that he could become one of the spores growing out of the tile floors.

Thorfinn throws his head back and barks out a laugh as he shakes his head. He punches Canute's shoulder weakly as he takes his hands away from his face. "I'd prefer you bite harder. I want everyone to know how much of a bad boy you secretly are." He teases Canute lightly as his grin only widens.

Canute looks at Thorfinn as the red hue on his features becomes darker, and he fails at articulating another word. "Lighten up. Tell me where you want the tattoo." Thorfinn trails off as he gently places one of his weathered hands onto Canute's thigh. He gently squeezes it as he leans into his ear and speaks in a husky voice, "princess."

Canute may as well have died on the spot. His pupils dilate so large that they look like stuffed animal eyes. His heart is pounding so quickly that it may as well have broken the speed limit. His mind shuts down as he reacts in the only way he knows how. He presses a curt kiss on the blonde's lip as their mouths intertwine for only a single moment. Canutes breathing is rapid as he pulls away, and an embarrassing string of spit interconnects them.

It is now Thorfinn's turn to be stunned as he blinks owlishly. After a moment, he regains his normal passive and sarcastic demeanor as he gently unbuckles the longer blondes belt and slides his blue jeans off. "You may as well have just paid me like that. I know exactly where your tattoo is going now, pretty boy."

Canute refuses to respond as he quickly shuts his mouth so his jaw doesn't hang open. He quickly closes his legs as he realizes how vulnerable he looks stripped of his pants. Canute almost missed the slight blush on Thorfinn's features. The way his legs closed as well as the way he kneeled towards Canute He taps the side of Canute's thigh as he shakes his head.

"Relax. Nothing I haven't seen before." Thorfinn throws Canute his signature smug smirk, and for some reason, it only allowed Canute to relax. His muscles untense and his legs open enough for Thorfinn to take in all of his bare skin.

The hours of school pass by as Thorfinn ends up locking them both in a stall so he can work in peace and quiet. He also wanted to give Canute privacy. He doesn't need to ruin his boyfriend's reputation. He occasionally swears under his breath when some dickhead shits too loudly or those stupid motherfuckers start smoking while he's trying to work.

He works diligently, as his fingers never leave Canute's thigh. He grips the flesh as if it were a life line. A nice, hand-shaped bruise will be left there. Just enough to leave a faint mark, but not enough to hurt Canute. Thorfinn would never forgive himself if he did that.

The thin lines of ink slowly take shape into intricate details. Thorfinn's style of art is provocative and vibrant, as he blends his many ideas into his boyfriend's thigh. The tattoo isn't much larger than his palm and is hidden inside the boy's inner leg. All of the thick and thin multi-colored lines weave together like a spider web to create a design of a dagger with the gay pride colors.

Canute marvels at the tattoo as his eyes tear up. He is unable to formulate any words that would describe how honored he feels. How safe he feels. He wants to... His train of thought is cut off as a gruff and demanding voice is heard from the other side."Are you skipping class again, Thorfinn?" The harsh snapping of the school resource officers voices can be heard. Snake wasn't surprised that Thorfinn decided to hide in the bathroom all day. He is able to tell that it is Thorfinn. His oh-so-precious guitar is sitting in its case on one of the school's broken sinks.

Both of their eyes meet as they think one thing in unison: fuck.

Inspired by: @mexicancat-girl

For: @kelolololol

#vinland saga #thorfinn #thorfinn karlsefni #don't judge me #i wrote this at like 1 am #canute #canfinn #thorunte #canfinn brain rot hours #thorfinn x canute #gay #mlm #modern au #alternate universe #ficlet #vinland saga fanfic #drabble

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trevorendeavors · 2 years ago

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So. That Florida Bathroom Bill, huh?

TW: bathroom bills, transphobia, internalized transphobia.

I ain’t beating around the bush. I will be using strong language here. If that ain’t your cup of tea or if you’re just here for my usual brand of gay fanart and fic, it’s okay to scroll past this post. Really. I won’t judge. This is one doozy of a vent.

For the people in my DMs asking me if I’m okay (as a trans person in Florida considering recent bathroom bill bullshit) I’m just… sitting here with an exasperated sigh.

It’s funny that the first time I hear of this is from a DM from someone on the other side of the world. I’ve been deliberately avoiding lgbt Florida news for some time because the more I think about it, the harder it is to be civil in transphobic conversations.

Last night I was deadnamed in front of a few people, and today at my graduation I’ll likely be deadnamed in front of a whole convention center. That’s what I get for not changing my name legally, huh. Oh well. Didn’t wanna go through all the paperwork just yet (in case I go for a different name) so I’m stuck with the one I’m sure I don’t want.

So again, I try not to think about it.

But yeah. It sucks.

Honestly? The bathroom bill doesn’t change much for me. It’s still the same shit as always.

The one time I went into the men’s restroom, I freaked out a cis guy so badly (poor dude was genuinely scared of ME accusing HIM of something bad) that I never did that again.

As for women’s restrooms (the one I most frequently use) that’s a whole other deal. Most days, I don’t pass. I’ll just go out and say that. I have a high voice, boobs, and a bit of hips. Some days I dress really feminine too, so it only makes sense. No one here is going to buy “see I LOOK like a woman but no see I’m secretly a ‘man but not quite’ inside but I wear makeup as a kind of exaggerated cosplay of a gender I am NOT, y’see?”

I don’t want to have a nuanced discussion of gender in the bathroom. Most people 30+ in age don’t even know what non-binary is and barely get the concept of trans. As much as I love being and educator and advocate, after a long road trip I want to piss and get on with my life. Also cis men have told me the horror stories of male bathrooms (how do you get shit ON the ceiling????) and then I’m thankful to have been “born a woman” or whatever.

Most days I don’t think about it too hard. But on my more dysphoric days or when on the blessed days I do genuinely pass more masc - when I go into the bathroom looking like this:

I genuinely don’t know which bathroom to use.

It’s embarrassing. Especially when there’s no family restroom available. And when I go to the women’s restroom, I sometimes get these looks. Brief, surreptitious glances they think I don’t notice. To ease tensions, I lift my pitch and give a compliment. I even puff out my (binded) breasts slightly as if to say, “Yes, I have tits and a pussy, does that soothe your cisnormative and petty fears that I would assault you?”

Jesus, some days I wish I could say that quote outright. But I can’t, and I know it’s not fair to them. They’re scared, I get it. I remind them of a traumatic experience. Sometimes, certain people who have nothing to do a trauma invoke fears of it unintentionally by raising their voices or saying something off or even existing. But that’s MY responsibility to fucking deal with that. Other people can’t help existing.

By and large, people with transphobic tendencies here are usually nice. Beyond, nice even. They’ll help you host a spontaneous ice cream party. They’ll buy you allergy meds when you’re choking. They’ll take you in after your mother kicked you out. Like I said, genuinely sweet and kind people.

Which makes it harder when they accuse trans people of transitioning to skirt military drafts, to cheat at sports, to deal with mommy issues. When they equate gays to sex crimes (yes, the ones you’re thinking of). When they refuse to call you your full name. When they call you a baby who refuses to clean her pooped diapers.

I try to be nice. But by god, is my patience waning…

By. Fucking. god.

I’m tired of the way it’s affected me. Making me feel worth less than cis folks, like my feelings matter less. Even worse, I hate how it makes me jealous and spiteful towards younger trans folks in better situations. Younger trans folk I don’t understand. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not an excuse to mistreat them the way I was mistreated. And I’m genuinely glad that they’re living a better life. I have to work on these thoughts, it’s my responsibility. It would be nice, though, to live in a world where I could devote more energy to celebrating our collective existence instead of surviving it.

That being said, I’m grateful for the people here and in person who have stuck by my guns. The people who check in on my when shit gets worse in terms of politics.

What helps most?

What really helps is when people get mad WITH me. For so long I was told my anger was something to be stowed away, to be quietly extinguished with calm words or relieved by some masturbatory exercise of civil discourse. You know. Where you get off to talking civilly but don’t actually get anywhere and you still have to live in a world that was just as transphobic as before. I just want people to be pissed WITH me. To share in my anger and frustration. To join me as I slam the desk, flip the table, and cry to the heavens,

This fucking sucks

Right now this matters to me even more than action. These check ins, sharing in my anger - it helps, it really does. Makes me feel less alone in the world.

#Trevor screams #Trevor talks #Godspeed if you got through this absolute motherfucker of a vent #tw: vent #tw: transphobia #TW: internalized transphobia #TW: some suggestive language towards the end #Florida #Florida bathroom bill #trans bathrooms #ron desantis

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kanene-yaaay · 2 years ago

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do you have any hcs for lee!sunny ler!mari? ive seen like. nothing w/ these two and that is an issue/lh

Heyaaa!!! I took some time to answer this, so thanks for the patience ^v^ my period made like pass out on the bed for a week BWGSVHSVE

Here we are!!! Honestly my heart absolutely MELTED writing this so I hope you like this as well ♡

[~*~]

🌸🪻 MARI AND SUNNY'S TICKLE HEADCANONS 🐈‍⬛🖊

It was mentioned that Sunny got Mari's bed because it was softer and stuff and honestly all I can think is that, before it, Mari would simply get up from her bed to get a glass of water or to make something mundane for a few secs and when she got into her room again that would be a smol-human-shaped lump admist all her plushies/covers and Sunny would refuse to leave most of the time (not that Mari really minded) but be very willing to make up space for her to lay and cuddle

Sometimes tho Mari would feel very playful and just start to lightly spidering her fingers on his sides and back when they were in that situation and Sunny would get all squirmy and smile but not really moving away because the tickling is so light and he is comfortable. After keeping this up for a few seconds she would eventually launch a full tickle attack until Sunny rolled out of the bed and keep pouting at her from his spot on the floor until she chuckled, made grabby hands at him and promised that she wouldn't tickle him anymore.

Mari loves to play with Sunny's hair. After a whole afternoon of playing and goofing around he would usually lay his head on her thighs to rest and she would comb her fingers through his hair strands. It wouldn't be very rare of her to slip a few silly wiggly fingers to scribble on his neck or tease his ears, especially if dinnertime is getting close and he doesn't want to wake up.

Cheer up tickles and wake up tickles. That is it. That is the whole headcanon.

They don't know who got this from who but both Hero and Mari have this tradition that when their young sibs are trying to escape from the tickle monster (I feel like while Kel is very good at running, Sunny would be amazing at dodging but idk) they open their arms for a hug, chasing after their sibs and talking about how could they run away from some lovely sibling loveee~

Mari likes to pretend that tickling Sunny is like playing an instrument. His sensitive ribs can be a piano, the ticklish legs a guitar and his tummy-yummy (her words exactly) a trumpet. Also, even tho Sunny feels embarrassed, he secretly loves the fact that she says that his laughter is a melody.

One of Sunny's favorite passtime between him and Mari is that when Mari is playing or writing but he still wants interaction, he can sit on her lap and watch her do her own thing, and sometimes he get bored and turn around to hug her or just rest a face right under her chin and she will rub his back. It's more relaxing than really tickly but still it puts a wobbly smile on his face and it's one of the few things that make his mind go completely blank, 100% concentrated on how warm, comfy and nice this feels.

(Mari can and will be sometimes evil enough to pinch and pinch the ticklish spots on his spine, which makes him lose his concentration and huff and puff his way thro a few giggles before he manages to lay a very-light-but-still-warning raspberry on her neck.)

(Depending on their mood it can evolve to a full tickle fight)

Mari laughs together with Sunny when she is tickling him. She loves how cute and carefree he looks like when someone decides to knead his sides or skitter under his knees. Besides, Sunny always - and I mean *alwayas* - get EXTREMELY gigglier when someone laughs with him. He doesn't know to explain why but he could swear it makes the tickles 100% ticklier

Mari was the first to discover that Sunny has ticklish cheeks because he was such a CUTE lil KID she couldn't help but to kiss his chubby cheeks over and over again until her precious lil bro was a mess of uncontrollable laughter and squeaks in her arms

When he gets older, Sunny manages to make at her the most '-' and -.- faces when he can see the tickle attack come, which soon turns into a pout, then huffs of quiet yelps, - sometimes a snort or two - and then the lovely laughter that we love and appreciate so much! And look at this beautiful smile :D

#Ticklish!Sunny #Lee!Sunny #Ler!Mari #omori tickle headcanons #omori tickling #omori tickles #Kanene's askys #kanene's headcanons #some parts may be confusing. it's becauae I am sleepy HAGGWFWGW #honestjy those two bring me so much joy and happiness why must the game hurt me like this #so...soft....#fbpanimations is precious #it's not a lot but it's honest work #xD #hope you liked it! ^v^#I like to think that even after Sunny got Mari's old bed he would still sneak to sleep on hers new one BWFFSGSWB #look it is about comfy it's about having a trusted fam next to you it's about being a NUISANCE in the best harmless way

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takami-takami · 2 years ago

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hii i wanted to share this before but i didnt wanna spam ur notification s so i was gonna send some other time but incase ur having a bad day heres just this lol sorry its long-

i know its only may but im exploding at the thought of christmas with keigo..

imagine he buys u matching coffee cups, matching slippers, ugly cute itchy sweaters, fixing the christmas tree that fell down while the guests were over, singing christmas songs, making the most cheesy jokes and then quickly looking at each other to see each other's reaction "what do you call santa when he stops moving? santa pause" ........

music always playing in the background, dressing up as santa, shopping together buying heart necklaces that have photos of each other & trinkets, building a snowman together doing everything together during his free time.. then later you make snow angels lying on the floor and he gets up and he has a bunch of snow in his feathers and he sneezes and they all puff up and ruffle and he gets slightly embarrassed but he doesnt mind because he's with you<33 maybe he gets a cold and starts being stubborn acts like he isnt sick but also secretly enjoys being taken care of- christmas with him would be so wholesome and just taking many many pictures together healing his inner child spending his first christmas with the person he loves.. his first love.. his forever love,, watching movies or media about christmas that you love but he never got to experience before, buying you a million gifts "everything and anything" i have so many more thoughts of just keigo like being adorable during christmas/winter like you stitch up his jacket but dont have strings thingies of the same color so you make a little rose on the inside or he notices you get cold and gives his jacket to you or wraps you like a burrito.. and u just smile at him and fall asleep knowing ur so safe in his arms :(

summer with keigo is even funnier

dropping icecreams while laughing , he flaps his wings to help you cool down like a giant fan would probably even feed you grapes, going to the beach ALSO MAKING SNOW ANGELS in the sand (snow but sand man? lol shells for eyes) lol he'd be pissed if you got a water gun and sprayed him like "u pigeon.." OR EVEN GETTING HIM ONE TOO AND SPRAYING ENDEAVOR.. he would absolutely think about these moments and zone out during work smiling like an idiot maybe im just rambling at this point but spending seasons with keigo and showing him how fun and beautiful life can be outside of just paper work and working over time would make his heart start crying .. he'd maybe shed a tear but like happy tears yk? he just loves u and loves how u show him the world..

enjoy fluffy thoughts

dying rn

AGAHHHHHGHGGGHHHHGG G THIS IS SO FUCKING CUTE AGGGHHHGHHHH

#thank you for this i dont even have words im just drowning in fluff rn #stapling this to my fucking wall #💌 asks

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prythiansprincess · 2 years ago

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az x short reader??

shortcake.

a/n: listen it's 100% confirmed that azriel has a size kink i know because his shadows told me.

azriel is ridiculously tall. he's used to towering over everyone everywhere he goes, but for some reason, it's different with you. the shadowsinger thinks it's cute that you barely come up to his shoulders and that you have to practically crane your neck just to look up at him. he absolutely loves the height difference.

when you're out, he's constantly tucking you to his side, his arm around your waist while his wing brushes against your shoulder. he especially loves cocooning you from the world within the safety of his wings, knowing that you're his and his alone.

azriel uses any excuse to pull you behind him. whether it's to protect you from actual danger like when you visit the court of nightmares and someone speaks to you in a threatening manner or even when you're out with the inner circle at rita's and some random male tries to hit on you, the shadowsinger won't hesitate going full alphahole and securing you behind him while his shadows wreathe you in darkness.

you'd pretend to be annoyed, craning over his shoulder and reprimanding him for being so overprotective, but you'd secretly love it.

when you first move into the house of wind, azriel purposely moves all of your favorite coffee mugs on the top shelf so that you'd have to ask him for help. he'd watch you open the cupboards, that confused little frown on your face melting his heart, before you sheepishly turn around and ask him to grab a mug for you in your shy, sweet voice. he'd happily oblige and when you stand on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek in thanks, azriel knows he's absolutely fucking done for.

he'd tease the absolute hell out of you, calling you little one, munchkin, and his personal favorite, shortcake. you'd huff and puff, crossing your arms and trying to look as intimidating as possible which just makes you look even cuter to the point where he's actually chuckling at the sight.

once he gets comfortable around you, he'd flirt endlessly. casually moving you aside, lifting you up, giving you piggyback rides. you'd catch on easily and use that age old trick of comparing hands. azriel would be self conscious about it at first. you noticed that he always liked to hide his hands behind him and one day while you're playing cards and drinking wine, you surprise him by grabbing his hands.

azriel half-expected you to pull away from his touch, but you only lay your palm against his, grinning as his large hand swallows up your much smaller one. he'd watch silently as you trace every swirl of scarred skin, every bump and ridge a reminder of his traumatic experience, every crack and crevice filled with blood and brutality, but you'd intertwine your fingers in his, never hesitating never faltering.

"it's like ripples of water. strong and swift and solid like the sidra. your hands are beautiful, az. just like every inch of you."

and gods, that exact moment is when his harmless little crush on you evolved into something bigger than he could've ever imagined. azriel knew then that he was falling in love with you.

the shadowsinger would surprise not only himself, but the rest of his friends—his family. for five centuries, they have always known him to be reserved and sensitive to touch, but now he couldn't even help himself. he'd seek you out in every room, constantly pulling you closer, wrapping his arm around the back of whatever chair you were sitting on, his wing curved protectively around you and his shadows swirling through your hair and wrists and ankles.

azriel is also a big fan of giving you hugs. he knows it makes you flustered when he picks you up and squeezes you into a bear hug, twirling you in the air while you kick your feet up. you’d feign embarrassment, demanding for azriel to put you down right this instant even though you can’t get enough of his addictive embraces and that night chilled mist and cedar scent that was so distinctly him that you can’t help but wrap your arms around his neck and squeeze back despite your initial protests.

don't even get me started on the cuddling. azriel loves when you curl up against him, head tucked into his chest, arms and legs twisted together while he wraps you in his strong arms. you're so small compared to him especially when his wings cocoon you in completely and he'll hold you so gently, whispering sweet nothings into your ear while he strokes your hair. it's warm and toasty and you're falling fast asleep in seconds murmuring dreamily.

sometimes you'll have nightmares and azriel would wake up in the middle of the night, reaching out for you and cradling you in his arms while reminding you that there's nothing to be afraid of because he's right beside you.

azriel would whisper in the darkness, "it's alright, my love. you're here. you're safe. i won't let anything bad happen to you. i've got you, sweet girl."

you believed every word. you knew this beautiful male meant it with every fiber of his being. "i feel so safe when i'm with you, az. like nothing bad could ever happen when you hold me."

his heart would soar. all his life, he'd been known as the feared spymaster. the ruthless illyrian warrior. the dark shadowsinger, but to you, he was azriel. the male that you fully trusted to protect you and keep you safe.

and gods, he'd be so careful with you. so gentle and restrained to keep from hurting you, but fuck one day you'd decide enough was enough.

things would get heated in the bedroom and you'd be in the middle of a particularly steamy makeout, lips and tongues and teeth clashing as you kiss and kiss like you're trying to crawl into each other's skin. you'd be straddling him in nothing but your bra and panties, the shadowsinger shirtless and panting as you finally bite down on his bottom lip and declare, "stop holding back, az. i want you. all of you."

this results in azriel absolutely losing his shit and manhanding you, flipping positions so that you're pinned down and helpless below him. he'd chuckle darkly, palming your breasts in his large hands, squeezing your thighs and hips and ass, reveling in the way his body covers yours while he hikes your legs over his shoulders.

the shadowsinger would watch your petite form writhing underneath him, delicate hands gripping his cock while you pump him eagerly. then you're guiding him between your legs and he nearly passes out from how fucking tight you are, how snug you feel around his cock as you take him in inch by inch. he'd press down on the bulge in your lower belly, swallowing your moans as his proud length stretches your walls. then he's moving and you're wrapping your delicate legs around his waist, trying to get more, more, more.

and when you guide his large hand over your throat, his fingers splayed out across your soft skin like a perfectly crafted necklace, azriel finds himself unable to hold back. he gives you everything he’s got, rough and hard, soft and sweet, caring and intimate.

from that day on, azriel would take you against the wall, outside the alley at rita’s, on a balcony in the house of wind and even in a coat closet at the river house. it’s so easy to pull you into a room and have his way with you. he absolutely loves getting you all flustered and he thinks it’s cute when you’re an absolute mess for him.

“what’s the matter, little one? did i make you all hot and bothered?”

as much as he loved to tease you, az would also treat you like a princess. aftercare with him is heaven. he’d run you both a bath, letting you sit in his lap while he scrubs your exhausted body, his hands gently shampooing your scalp and massaging all the tension out of your taut muscles. after you’re done he’d wrap you up in a soft, fluffy robe and set you on the counter, kissing your forehead while he gets you ready for bed.

azriel would help you into one of his shirts, smirking at how the fabric swallows your petite frame. there’s something so satisfying about seeing you wearing his clothes. he’s so possessive of you and he loves knowing that it’s his scent covering you while you sleep cuddled up beside him.

he’d chuckle as you greedily snuggle against him, burying your face in his neck and peppering him with kisses as you claim your place in his arms. azriel would kiss the top of your head, stroking your back.

“goodnight, az.”

“goodnight, shortcake.”

#PAIN ALL I KNOW IS PAIN #azriel #azriel fluff #azriel smut #azriel fic #azriel fanfic #azriel x reader #azriel x you #azriel acotar #azriel fanfiction #azriel shadowsinger #azriel spymaster #azriel/reader

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keenzinemugstudent · 2 years ago

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Superman x black reader! You get saved by Superman and accidentally call him by his name.

Okay this isn't how you thought you'd spend your night out all you wanted to do was just spend the day at home baking cookies and binge watching your favorite TV series but no you were forced you go out on a date and now your hanging from the roof top trying not to die! Just great the only reason why you went on a date was because Y/B/N (your Best friend name) thought it'd be nice if you went out and have fun so they set you up with some dude from their job some guy named John don't get me wrong the guy wasn't an asshole but only thing he could do was just talk about himself and how perfect he was he was a total snob the only person you can think about spending a night dinner with was Clark Kent your best friend but no he has feelings for Lois freaking Lane! I mean you can understand she's pretty you can give her that but she is a reporter and he's the freaking Man of Steel like come on dude how's that even gonna work?! Okay maybe the main reason why you don't like her is because you were secretly jealous that she had Clark's attention I mean you've known him nearly your whole entire life she's known him for like a couple of weeks and boom he's all cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs for her! Ugh It must be the red hair the redheads always get all the attention. You snap out of your thoughts as you could hear the rooftop breaking apart.

"Wow looks like this is how I die, ha and I didn't even get to finish House of the Dragon!"

With that you lost your grip and was sent flying through the sky screaming your head off you had your eyes closed waiting for your death but than you'd felt someone holding you tightly.

"It's okay, your safe now ma'am." You open your eyes too see the man of steel himself holding you in his arms with a soft smile on his handsome face, hey maybe almost dying wasn't such a bad thing after all if you get to live like this hehe.

He lands on top of an apartment building he puts you down gently checking for any bruises.

"I'm glad I was able to get to you on time don't worry about the others I took care of the robbers." I let of a sigh of relief giving him a smile.

"Oh man what a relief...Thanks Clark." You stand on your tippy toes to give him a hug but you felt him tense up hmm guess he's not a hugger............wait oh shit you said 'Thanks Clark and not 'Thanks Superman' oh shit! Did you forget to mention that Clark had absolutely no idea that you knew about his powers yeah you accidentally caught him using his powers when you were to go visit him on the farm. We both just stood in silence starring at each other he was able to say something but I cut him off.

"Uh oh wow you caught me in such a perfect timing! Thanks for everything but I'm pretty sure you're busy and I mean super busy well I'll just uh be on my way thanks for everything Clark I mean Superman I mean!" You covered your face with embarrassment you were honestly just making things worst for yourself at this point.

"Y/N?"

I peek through my hands hiding my red face only to see him smiling like a big ass teeth and all smile.

"How long have you known?"

"Since I caught you lifting up your dad's old truck behind the farm.." he looked shocked.

"You've known that long and didn't say anything?!"

"How the hell was I supposed to tell you?! 'Hey Clark I saw you lifting up your dad's truck with one arm want to go fishing later?' Not a great way to start the day Clark Kent!" You say arms crossed he just lets out a laugh walking towards you grabbing you by the waist spinning you around causing you to let out a screech of alarm hands on his shoulders.

"Clark! Put me down!" He does but was still smiling arms around your waist.

"I'm sorry, 'm just happy that you know it makes it easy for me now."

"Huh? Easy for what?"

That's when he gave you a kiss on the forehead causing you to blush he pulled away looking down at you straight in the eye.

"Easy for me to tell you that I love you Y/n." He gives you a tight hug you let out a sign hiding your face in his shoulder smiling.

You'd have to definitely thank Y/B/N after this!

Meanwhile somewhere in metropolis Y/B/N was sitting down eating popcorn watching The House of Dragon until they sneezed

"Is someone talking shit?"

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among the amaryllis | 02

levi ackerman x reader

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every week, you secretly leave flowers by levi’s door in the hope to eventually woo him. unfortunately, your plan fails horribly, as levi suffers with hay-fever and thinks that someone is pranking him.

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fem! reader, 18+, flower shop au, army veteran! levi, florist! reader, unrequited love, pining, mutual pining, secret admirer, fluff, slow burn, angst, smut, wet dreams, handjobs, fingering, oral sex, mutual masturbation, levi suffers with ocd, reader is short

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as requested by a lovely anon that i received the other day, here we are with another chapter ~ i hope that you enjoy this one ♡

reblogs are appreciated ~

two:

two days pass before you see levi again.

you’re awaiting a delivery from your usual supplier, repeatedly eyeing the small alarm clock on the far side of the counter as you busy yourself with a large order of yellow roses. it’s another warm day, and today, you’ve used one of the trolleys to prop open the entrance door in the hopes to encourage the humidity outside. it does little to filter the air, however, and it isn’t long before you’re taking a break to try and switch on the large air-conditioning unit. however, the machine is notorious for breaking down on you, and it’s because of this that you rarely attempt to use it. but today, you’re desperate enough to precariously balance on the top of the stool that you’ve swiped from behind the counter. you’re too busy pressing just about every button on the blasted device, other hand thumping down on the lid, that you don’t register the sound of footsteps until it’s too late.

‘i don’t think you’re supposed to hit it like that.’

startling, you release an embarrassing shriek, followed by a curse word that is expelled from between your lips, and your entire body wobbles dangerously. a pair of warm, strong hands reach out to grip your bare thighs in order to stop you from falling, and when you turn your head, it is levi who happens to be your saving grace. you’re sure that your expression reads as embarrassed as you feel, and you stammer out a rushed apology.

his expression is passive as he slowly pulls his hands back once he deems you safe from falling, before offering his hand to help you from the stool, and you pray that your palms aren’t clammy, your hand easily slipping into his.

once both of your feet are safely upon the ground, he takes a hesitant step backwards, eyes sweeping over your entire form. you can already feel your left eye twitching with annoyance as he regards your outfit with a calculated stare, and although he doesn’t comment, you’re not blind to his disapproval.

‘you wear that to work?’

your eyes close, and any form of thanks that you’d previously planned to say are now quickly forgotten as you blow out a puff of air from between your lips. personally, you don’t see the issue with your clothes; a pair of mid-thigh, light washed denim shorts, and an oversized t-shirt that is tucked into the high waistband. your legs are bare, save for the dainty anklet that hange had gifted you after a trip to the seaside a few weeks ago, your feet stuffed into an old pair of sandals. it’s definitely a casual outfit, but it’s also weather appropriate, and you turn away from levi’s raised eyebrow.

‘it’s warm,’ you point out, bending down to pick up a stem that has fallen from the counter.

‘you’re inside,’ he counters, much to your chagrin, because even though he’s not exactly incorrect, you refuse to allow his matter-of-fact attitude to put a downer on your day.

instead, you click your tongue at him, not realising that his gaze is still fixated to expanse of skin that is displayed before him. you’re too busy staring up at the air-con unit with a frown pinching between your eyebrows.

‘any idea how to work one of these?’ your question snaps him out of whatever daydream he’s fallen into, and his eyes move up to your hopeful expression.

he hums a non-committal answer and uses his shoulder to nudge you out of his way.

‘you got a ladder?’

‘a ladder?’ you repeat, blinking at him dumbly.

he looks almost annoyed by your answer, tutting loudly, ‘yes, a ladder.’

you tilt your head toward the storeroom. ‘yeah, but it’s all the way at the back—’

‘fetch it,’ he orders, turning his back to you to roll the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows. he’s busy running his fingers through his hair when he realises that you haven’t moved, cool eyes darting over to you once more. ‘well?’

you ask, exasperated, ‘can’t you just use the stool?’

his eyes narrow, expression twisting into one to display his irritation at your defiance. ‘i’m helping you, aren’t i?’ when you nod, albeit a tad dumbfounded by this fact, he says, ‘so go and get the ladder—i’m not risking breaking my neck on a shitting stool—not even for you,’ he adds under his breath, watching you huff, but spinning on your heel to do as he tells you to.

you disappear into the back of the store, and as he listens to you rummaging around inside the storeroom, he crosses his arms over his chest and sweeps his gaze over the entire shop. he eyes what looks to be the sapling of some kind of fruit tree, his nose crinkling with disgust. even though he made sure to swallow down an antihistamine with his morning tea, he can still feel the irritating sensation of his eyes beginning to itch, and he has to press the tip of his index finger to his nose in an attempt to suppress the urge to sneeze. when you finally emerge from the storeroom, you pause upon seeing the reddening of the whites of his eyes, and your mouth opens with surprise.

‘did you forget to take a—?’

‘i never forget,’ he snaps, all but snatching the ladder from your hands. you watch with mild amusement as he quickly muffles a sneeze into the crook of his elbow before straightening his spine and pointing a glare at you, as if daring you to say a word. you hold your hands in mock surrender, lips pursed in order to hide your smile, and you watch him climb the ladder, setting himself to work.

whilst he does so, you decide to duck into the small staff room—only just big enough for a small kitchenette, a bookcase, and a couple of soft armchairs—and fill the kettle with fresh water. as you wait for the device to finish its cycle, you prepare a cup of earl grey tea. it’s not his favourite—no, that’s a sentiment reserved only for a special blend that is flavoured with cinnamon—but it’s the best you have in stock. you’re certain that he won’t settle for something as bland and tasteless as a cup of simple breakfast tea, so you go about pouring the freshly boiled water over the teabag, allowing it to brew for a short while before you remove it. you’ve remembered to forgo the milk, which is something you learnt the hard way after levi had literally thrown the tea—mug and saucer included—into the bin in a fit of complete and utter disgust. he’d then spent the best part of an hour explaining the importance of tea brewing, with a very detailed demonstration, which ended with an annoyed expression of how he didn’t understand why people felt the need to mix cow tit juice into their tea. after that comment, it had taken weeks before you’d bought a carton of milk again.

the memory brings a soft smile to your face, one that you can’t get rid of, even as you’re entering the shop floor to see that he’s now leaning against the counter, with his arms crossed over his chest, having completed his job. there’s a strange grating noise that emits from the device in a worrying manner, but it’s working nonetheless, and there’s now a constant fan of cool air that circulates around the small room, and you’re thankful as the air is no longer stifling or uncomfortable. your smile broadens, and you offer him a thanks, leaning to press the cup of tea into his outstretched hands. as you do so, your fingers unintentionally brush over his, and you pause for just a second too long before you pull them away, avoiding his stare as you circle back around the counter to continue your work. he watches you over the brim of his cup, swallowing down a deep mouthful.

you’re creating two piles of stems—one for those that are in an acceptable enough condition to sell, and one for those which are not—when you ask him, ‘not in work today?’

a thin black brow rises, and he snorts, ‘obviously not.’

your eyes roll at his reply, but you don’t look up long enough to see the smirk that is curling the corners of his mouth upwards. there’s a moment of hesitation, and then you dare to mention, ‘so... hange mentioned that you received flowers the other day.’

levi scoffs, evidently irritated as he taps his fingers against the ceramic of the cup. ‘that shit-faced, big mouthed moron—’ his chest heaves as he sighs, clicking his tongue as he does so, ‘it was just some idiot playing a prank.’

he doesn’t notice your hands stilling upon the second bundle of stems, taking another sip of his tea and humming his approval as his head tilts to peer down at the cup.

‘how do you know?’

‘hm?’ he’s humming again, downing the rest of his drink in one mouthful.

you’re smiling, but even you can feel that it doesn’t reach your eyes. ‘you said it was a prank. how’d you know it’s a prank?’

he’s scoffing again, ‘i mean, it was obvious; they didn’t even bother leaving a note. just scribbled my name on some shitty little napkin and ran off like some child.’

you hide your wince by bending down to retrieve yet another stem that has fallen to the ground.

‘besides, everyone knows i can’t stand flowers. couldn’t stop fucking sneezing for an hour after.’

you straighten your knees to stand upright, discarding the stem onto the countertop. you don’t bother to look where it’s landed, already reaching for another. your voice is quiet as you then dare to ask, ‘what’d you do with them, then? the flowers, i mean.’

he looks at you, as if deeming your question a strange one, ‘threw them out, obviously.’

you were already dreading his answer, and you suppose that it’s one that you should’ve expected, given his reaction. but it still hurts to hear, and you wince as if he’s physically slapped you in the face. he frowns, lips parting to ask what the matter is, when you suddenly hiss, a sharp pain blooming across the tip of your right thumb. a thorn has snagged itself into the skin, and although you should now be used to the sensation, it stings when you pull it free, crimson now trickling down the side of your hand. a curse falls from your lips easily, and you spin on your heel, heading for the staff room. you do a thorough job of washing your hands, putting in a little extra effort as levi is now watching your every move having followed you into the room. when you dry them on the town hanging on the cabinet door, the bleeding has already stopped. your thumb, however, along with the uncomfortable lump that has formed in the back of your throat, still aches.

levi eyes you carefully, your gaze now fixated to the ground when you finally turn to face him. he’s gentle as he pushes you out of the way so that he can wash out the cup he drank from before placing it on the draining board. and when he turns, he’s still frowning. your sudden change of demeanour has confused him, you realise, and you feel a little guilty as you know that his reaction isn’t entirely uncalled for.

he doesn’t know that it had taken weeks for hange to convince you to build up the courage to confess your feelings, and in a last-ditch attempt to preserve your dignity, you’d compromised with the promise to leave flowers until you eventually felt comfortable enough to reveal the true depth of your feelings towards the dark haired, foul mouthed army veteran.

so, you can’t really blame him for thinking that your gesture is nothing but a mere childish prank.

and so, even though his revelation makes the corners of your eyes sting with the promise of tears, you force a wobbly smile and dismiss him with the excuse that you’re going to close the store for an early lunch. and of course, he stomps all over your plans to sulk by yourself in the comfort of your own home by offering to take you out to lunch.

‘that’s okay,’ you mumble an excuse to try to reject him politely, climbing the ladder to flick the power button off the air-conditioning unit. the grating noise is silenced, and you don’t miss the way he loiters by the counter, watching you swipe the surface clean of any loose petals as you place the respective piles into two different boxes. they are then stored away into the back room, the door locked behind you. you take a moment to gather your belongings, and levi follows you to the exit, yanking the key from your fingertips. bewildered, you watch him lock the door, turning to you with an unhappy frown as he then stuffs the key into the front pocket of his trousers.

‘uh,’ you start, pointing to where his hand forms a bulge in the fabric. ‘i kind of need those.’

‘you can have them after lunch.’

you’re not even allowed the chance to protest, the fingers of his free hand reaching to curl around your bicep. he pulls you after him, practically frog-marching you down the street. you’re unsure as to why he’s insisting on the notion of having lunch together, but the bite of his fingers digging into your skin is enough to warn you to not even attempt to escape. instead, you reluctantly follow, stumbling to keep up with his unrelenting pace. he decides on a small cafe just a few streets away, only releasing your arm when you’re both queueing up to place an order. you tell him to order for you, as this isn’t a regular haunt of yours, and you can’t help but stare at the movement of his jaw as he orders an arrangement of sandwiches, with more tea, your brows tugging upward when you hear him ask for earl grey. he pretends to not feel your knowing smirk scorning the side of his face. when the cashier asks if you’d like to sit inside or outside, levi snaps, ‘outside,’ eyeing the crowded tables with a distasteful look on his face.

the food and drinks are paid for, after he’d literally slapped your hand away when you’d tried to pay for your half, and you start to weave past the growing queue behind you, aiming to make your way out of the humid building to find a seat outside. however, just as you’re reaching for the door handle, someone knocks into you from behind, and you hurtle forward, barely catching your balance on the door frame.

before the poor man can apologise however, levi is gripping him by the front of his shirt and seething at him as if the man isn’t a good six inches taller than him. for such a short man, levi is definitely intimidating, and it shows as he uses his strength to drag the man toward you. ‘fucking apologise,’ he spits, blue eyes ablaze with what you can only describe as unrestrained anger.

‘levi,’ you call his name in a poor attempt to calm the situation, ‘it’s fine—’

the stranger tries to push his way free, but levi’s grip only tightens, and from where you stand, you swear that you can hear the sound of fabric tearing. ‘oi, let me go! it was a fucking accident!’

‘levi,’ you try again. but he’s not looking at you, nor at the other customers who are nosying in on the altercation, his stare fixated to the man before him.

‘apologise,’ he repeats the word through gritted teeth.

the man is glaring back and shoves a hand at levi’s chest. ‘fuck you, man—it was an accident. hey! tell your boyfriend it was an accident!’

your cheeks are aflame, ‘he’s not my—’

levi’s knuckles are strained white as he suddenly shoves the man backwards so harshly that he flies to the floor, hands darting out to break his fall. you wince at the thudding of his knees impacting with the ground, narrowly missing a nearby table.

‘hey—!’ he starts to scramble to his feet, but he’s forced to still by the heel of levi’s boot pressing to his stomach.

hands stuffed into the front pocket of his trousers, forearms exposed for all to see, and the strands of hair that hide his eyes as his head tips downwards, levi is certainly a sight to behold. and if it weren’t for the fact that he’s currently starting a fight with a man he doesn’t even know, you’d probably take the time to admire him. instead, you spot one of the employees shoving their way through the small crowd that has formed, and you step forward to reach for levi.

‘levi,’ your fingers curl around his, attempting to tug him towards the door. but he doesn’t budge, not bothering to shake you from him as he digs his foot in harder.

‘apologise,’ he orders a third time, voice low, thick with vexation. the man splutters below him, his hand locking around levi’s ankle, as if trying to push himself free once more. but he doesn’t have to try much harder, as you suddenly yank on levi’s hand, hard enough that he has no choice but to stumble away. his head whips to you, lips parted he begins to reprimand you, ‘what the fuck are you—?’

the rest of his sentence dies on the tip of his tongue as you pull on his hand, yanking him out of the building. somewhere behind you, the same employee manages to break past the crowd, following you out of the door.

‘hey!’

you rush off down the street, the two of you now running hand in hand, your fingers still intertwined with his. you run until you deem it safe enough to slow to a brisk walk, still tugging levi along with you. you’re just a few streets away from his house when he asks, ‘you going to hold my hand all day?’

you practically rip your fingers away from his, as if his skin has scolded yours, and you hope that your embarrassed expression isn’t easily read. when you dare a glance in his direction, his jaw is clenched, eyes pointed forward, his hands now fisted in the front pockets of his trousers.

‘sorry,’ you murmur. you feel guilty that his lunch plans, no matter how simple they may have been, have now been ruined. his reaction is still bewildering to you, but his immediate need to defend you is enough to fill you with gratitude. you’re just relieved that you managed to pull him away before anything serious happened.

he seems to understand the meaning by your apology, but still deems it unnecessary, the palm of his hand reaching to pat the top of your head, and you pretend that the gesture doesn’t make your stomach swim with giddiness. he hums, mood seemingly improved by the time you come to a halt outside of his home. he pauses by the iron gate and you discreetly look for any signs of petals on the concrete. when you don’t see any, you’re a little relieved.

and then, much to your surprise, he tilts his head to glance at you from over his shoulder, ‘tea?’

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‘he invited you inside?!’

you wince at the volume of hange’s voice, cringing as you lean away.

you’re currently visiting the nearby park with both hange and erwin, sat on the spotted blanket that hange had packed away in the picnic they’d kindly prepared. again, it’s another sunny day, although slightly cooler, something which you’re glad for because you don’t think the burning on the bridge of your nose can take any more heat. the picnic has been set up under a large tree, and the three of you relax under the shade. you’re in the middle of recounting the details of yesterday’s happenings, hange definitely a lot more enthusiastic in their reactions than erwin, who simply nods, tilting his head every so often. there’s a knowing smile that has been fixated to his face since you started your story, and after almost an entire hour, the sight is starting to unnerve you a little. however, before you can dwell on it, hange’s hands are grasping your shoulders, and they’re sporting a smile that practically stretches from ear to ear.

‘like, actually inside?’

when you nod, you’re a tad concerned by the inhuman squeal they then release.

‘that’s a big step for levi,’ erwin translates, head tilted toward the sky. his eyes are closed, large frame taking up half of the blanket as he sprawls across it, his arms tucked under his head. ‘he doesn’t invite people inside.’

‘never!’ hange reiterates, bouncing in their seat.

‘never?’ you ask, dubious.

hange shakes their head so vigorously that you fear their glasses will fall from their face. these frames are new, as they’d proudly displayed upon their fashionably late arrival. ‘we’ve known levi since our army days and it took at least eight years before he told us where he lives. and an extra two before he let me even use his bathroom!’

‘probably shouldn’t brag about that, hange,’ erwin’s tone is laced with mirth.

you share his sentiment, sparing a soft smile before you pick at the bunch of white grapes that have been packed into the basket. ‘there’s nothing to be excited about, anyway,’ you pretend to not see the way hange’s expression falls, ‘he threw the flowers away.’

‘he what?’ it is erwin who looks up, surprised.

hange is frowning, ‘i didn’t think he’d actually throw them.’

‘you knew he was going to throw them away?’ you must’ve not been able to hide the hurt in your voice, as even erwin shifts his body until he’s sitting upright, his expression morphing into one of pity. somehow, the look on his face makes you feel even worse. hange shuffles on their knees until they’re sat directly in front of you, their hands reaching for yours. your bottom lip juts out into a pout, and your voice breaks a little, ‘maybe this wasn’t a good idea after all.’

‘nonsense!’ hange bellows, hands squeezing tight around yours. ‘he invited you inside,’ they breathe your name, voice desperate, ‘he wouldn’t do that if you weren’t special to him.’

‘you’re special to him. erwin is special to him—him inviting me inside his house doesn’t mean he feels anything towards me. i mean, why would he?’ you laugh, but it’s one that is fuelled by disappointment, ‘we’ve barely known each other six months—it’s not his fault that i was stupid enough to get too attached, so, really, i think we should just stop this now, before—’

‘you will do no such thing,’ hange snaps at you, dark eyes glaring as they regard you with a look of disapproval. ‘if you can fall in love with someone in six, short months, then who says levi isn’t able to?’

‘i didn’t say i was in love with him—’

‘look,’ hange’s voice is stern, and you attempt to cower back, only their hands remain glued to your shoulders, keeping you locked in place. ‘i’ve known levi for over ten years. i know how difficult he can be, and i know that he is an incredibly stubborn man—and he has a lot of anger stored up in that tiny body of his—but he cares. he cares a lot, and he’ll never say it, because, again, he’s stubborn, and he’s also kinda, sorta, definitely emotionally constipated, but that’s a story for another day,’ hange rambles, freeing one hand to push their glasses further up the bridge of their nose. ‘i know him. and erwin knows him. we all know him. the kids aren’t blind either, you know—we all see how he acts around you.’

‘all he does is criticise me,’ you point out.

‘that’s his way of saying ‘i like you but i won’t tell you that i like you because having any form of sentiment towards other people is absolutely disgusting, so i’m going to nit-pick every single thing that you say or do to make it less obvious that i actually care about you very much’,’ erwin cuts in this time, picking at his fifth sandwich. ‘it’s a levi thing. you get used to it eventually.’

hange points at him, grinning as if proud of his evaluation, ‘bingo.’

you continue to pick at the bunch of grapes until you choose one to chew on, mumbling, ‘doesn’t change the fact that he threw them away.’

erwin looks at you pointedly. ‘he doesn’t know they came from you. if he had... well, actually, he’s allergic to pollen, plus, he’s... well, he’s him. so yeah, he might’ve still thrown them.’

your face immediately takes upon an accusatory glare that is aimed at hange, ‘see?! i told you it was a bad idea! let’s just give it up now and pretend—’

‘oh stop, don’t listen to him,’ hange waves a dismissive hand, ‘erwin doesn’t know what he’s talking about.’

‘actually—’

‘shut up, erwin,’ hange’s smile is almost terrifying, and even you feel a tad concerned about the tall, blonde man, whose mouth immediately snaps shut. turning back to you, hange squeezes your shoulder in what you think is supposed to be a reassuring manner. ‘we’ll continue as planned; maybe if you do this every week, he’ll finally build up an immunity to pollen. that, and he’ll have no choice but to accept that it’s not a prank.’

you have high doubts about that, but don’t bother to voice them aloud.

‘i’ll make him come shopping with me on saturday,’ hange thinks out loud, ‘or no, maybe not that, ‘cause he’ll try to get out of it, that little weasel. hm... is anyone’s birthday coming up? actually, no, he always gives everyone the same copy of edgar allen poe, even though no-one actually reads them... oh! that reminds me, when’s your birthday?’

you inform them of the exact date, the words mumbled with confusion warping your tone.

‘erwin, make sure you remember that, because you’ll probably have to remind me,’ hange is already jumping back to their plotting before erwin can even agree. he does so anyway, hiding a smile with the shake of his head. hange claps their hands in front of your face, the action making you start a little, ‘don’t worry, i’ll think of something. i’ll keep him out for as long as possible, you just have to make sure you drop the flowers off before he gets home. don’t use daises this time.’

you exhale, as you already know that there’s no use in arguing. in the short time you’ve known each other, you’ve already come to learnt that once hange has an idea, there’s very little in changing their mind. you easily accept your fate, with the nagging hope that maybe this won’t end horribly. and so, you concede to hange’s plan, but your nose crinkles as you remember something that levi had said, ‘he said something about there not being a note. should i—?’

‘no,’ both hange and erwin answer at the same time.

‘bad idea, it’ll give him clues,’ erwin shrugs when you turn your questioning stare to him first. ‘he’s a clever bastard; he’ll figure you out straight away.’

hange is nodding, agreeing. ‘plus, he’ll recognise your handwriting.’

you frown, expression pensive, ‘i don’t think he’s seen my handwriting.’

‘still, don’t risk it,’ hange shakes their head. ‘just leave the flowers. different ones, maybe some roses. something really cheesy—that’ll get him thinking.’

you’re not entirely sure if you agree with their way of thinking—because surely roses are far more suspicious than daises—but when the three of you eventually decide to call it a day, you leave them with the promise to ditch the daises this time.

for the remainder of the week, you’re surprised to see that levi’s lunchtime visit wasn’t just a one time thing. every day, at half eleven, on the dot, he visits with an array of different excuses. your favourite was a very blunt, ‘i was bored,’ followed by a loud sneeze that embarrassed him so much so, that he spent the remainder of his hour-long visit sulking in the staff-room. when he’d left, you’d saw that he’d actually spent his time cleaning the entire room, the overwhelming scent of citric cleaning products lingering for days afterwards.

it is mid-week when he asks you to lunch again.

you’re mildly surprised, but still, for the next two days, the two of you spend your lunch hours at the nearby park. it’s only a small space, with a pond, a small play area that looks to be abandoned, and a family sized bench that is comfortable enough. and of course, levi has a comment to say about the cleanliness of the table top, but when you snap at him to either sit the hell down or go home—further pointing out that it is far too warm for you to be dealing with yet another of his temper tantrums—he surprises you by obeying without another word. and when you peek at him after a few minutes of eating through a very tense, awkward silence, you swear that the tips of his ears are tinged pink.

it is when you’re walking back to your shop when he says it, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck and his eyes purposely looking at anything but you.

‘you don’t look ugly today.’

and before you can think of anything to say to that, he’s spinning on his heel and taking off in the opposite direction without so much as a goodbye.

you can do nothing but stare after his retreating form, bewildered.

come saturday, you’re still nervous. you’ve already prepared the box of flowers that sit on the coffee table in your small apartment, and as promised, there is no note. it’s peonies this time, and after checking over each petal with painstaking precision, you’re satisfied that these, at least, look a little fancier than the daisies had. you just hope, the box now clasped between two clammy-palmed hands as you slowly make your way over to levi’s home, that hange is correct with their prediction that maybe this time, levi won’t throw them away.

today is yet another hot day, and although you’ve waited all afternoon for hange’s signal, you’d still waited another hour, just to be safe. still, waiting hasn’t saved you from the heat, as the sun is still high up in the sky, the air thick with humid. levi’s home isn’t far from yours—it’s just a mere ten minute walk away—yet by the time you’re crossing over the street to enter his front garden, your hair is already slick with sweat, the strands sticking to your temples in a way that it makes your shoulders roll, uncomfortable. you pause in the gateway, looking from left to right, and back again, just to triple check that he’s nowhere in sight, before you release a deep sigh of relief. but just as you’re bending down to place the peonies down onto the front step, there comes a voice that shyly expels your name from somewhere behind you, and you immediately feel your heart leap into the back of your throat.

‘i knew it!’

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