#( now listen. he would NOT know how to play ANY instrument or bother learning how to sing or any of that )

[oiveyzmir]

Living with Eddie is… well, it’s an experience.

It’s not a bad thing, not in the slightest. There’s nothing Steve loves more than the fact he gets to fall asleep next to the love of his life, wake up to his soft little snores, and go about their lives together. There’s a soft kind of domesticity to it Steve wouldn’t give for the world.

He loves their routine so much he’s even willing to move past the little things Eddie does that make him lose his mind, like the way he never washes the sink properly after doing the dishes or how he constantly leaves the cabinet doors open. He can even move past how Eddie will come home from a late night shift at the bar when it’s raining and forget to take his shoes off, leaving a muddy trail of footsteps anywhere he goes. Hell, Steve’s even willing to excuse Eddie’s phases.

Wayne had warned him about those when they first moved in together three years ago. “It’s just that he gets easily excited about things,” he reasoned then. “Which doesn’t make it any less annoying.”

Steve didn’t get what it meant then.

He surely gets what it means now.

He found something- a bout of inspiration- and hyperfixated on it until moving on to the next. There was this one time Eddie got really into gardening and bought 11 different herb seedlings, only for them to wilt and die three weeks later when he got into water coloring, then moved on to filmography, then to operas.

He had that month once where he’d developed a sudden interest in learning to play the violin (It’s for a song, Stevie, did you ever listen to Skyclad?), so he stayed up until 5 AM to play something that resembled music (but was closer to being nothing but) with the instrument he burrowed from Robin’s then girlfriend. That month was so close to being a breaking point for Steve, but he loves Eddie too much to do anything about it. He honestly believes that if he managed to live through Eddie’s Violin Month he can live through anything.

He lived through Eddie’s sewing phase, his novel-writing phase and his (honest-to-god awful) baking phase, and survived to tell the tale.

Nothing had prepared him for Eddie’s current phase, though.

It seemed harmless at first. It was even kind of adorable, really; the way Eddie’s eyes glinted with excitement when he sat Steve down to watch him do a cute little card trick, the way he laughed triumphantly when it was, in fact, Steve’s card.

It got less cute when Eddie got himself cuffed to their bedpost for hours in the most unsexy way Steve could imagine, refused Steve’s offer to let him out and making him feed him since his hands were, well, preoccupied.

It also wasn’t cute when Eddie stabbed himself with a pencil in attempt to make it disappear.

But it’s plain rude now, when Steve’s trying to get a little nap after a terrible day at the school where he’s started teaching. Eddie knows he’s sleeping, Steve made sure to call him on his way home and let him know he had a bad day and that he’ll be spending as much of it as he can sleeping it off. He trusted Eddie enough to keep it down that he didn’t bother to close their bedroom door properly, and he had also kinda hoped Eddie would see it as the invitation it was for him to cuddle up to Steve and make his awful day just a bit better.

Yet here Eddie is, an hour or so after he got back home, seemingly running into every single piece of furniture they own.

“Shit, shit, shit,” he mumbles, and Steve has to give him credit for at least trying to be quiet. “Come back here.”

Steve sleepily opens one eye at that. There shouldn’t be anyone out there but Eddie, right? He listens intently to hear someone else speaking, but he can’t hear anything but the quiet thump of someone hitting their kitchen table and Eddie’s frustrated grunting.

“Please, babydoll. Come back to me.”

And now Steve’s interest is really piqued.

Steve opens his other eye and sits up. He debates heading out there and seeing whatever happens out there himself, but decides to let it all play out just a little bit longer. It’s not like he believes Eddie is capable of cheating on him; he knows Eddie loves him too much to make him go through something like that, and he also isn’t dumb enough to do so when he knows Steve is sleeping in the other room.

He listens as Eddie makes some quiet tsk noises with the tip of his tongue. “C’mon, princess,” he whispers, not loud enough to wake Steve up, but definitely loud enough that Steve hears now that he’s really listening. “No, no, don’t go there, Steve’s sleeping, fuck.”

Steve lies back down quickly when he hears the door creak a bit wider to pretend being asleep, covering himself up to his eyes with their blanket. He can hear something’s small feet tapping on their bedroom tiles before hearing Eddie’s steps, and is he tiptoeing?

Even when he’s almost panicked about whatever it is Eddie had brought home, Steve can’t help but have a fond smile spread across his face. There is love in this, so immense and great, and Steve can be nothing but grateful and madly in love as well.

The tiny feet keep running around and Steve can vaguely imagine what it is- a kitten, or maybe a puppy, but relatively tiny ones at that. The tapping sound comes to a short stop then starts off again.

Eddie sighs, relieved, and it sounds like he crouches down. “Come on, come on,” he whispers. “There you go, good girl.”

The sound of tapping feet stops and Eddie gives the thing a kiss. “Don’t ever make me go through this again, babylove.” He mutters accusingly. “How can I trust you in battle if you pull this kind of shit on me?”

Eddie turns to go. Steve can imagine the kitten cuddling itself in Eddie’s arms. Knowing Eddie, the kitten’s probably black, maybe missing an eye or an ear, whichever makes it harder to adopt for regular people. Eddie’s not a regular person, though. The mental image he created is so endearing to him that he can’t help but loudly yawn. “Baby?” He says, trying to make his voice sound as sleepy as he can, even though he’s been wide awake for a while now. Eddie stops and turns around.

The room is dark, but even in the darkness Steve can see that whatever it is Eddie’s holding is both white and obviously not a cat.

“Hey, Stevie, did I wake you up?” He whispers, his tone apologetic, like a kid found out with his hand in the near-empty cookie jar.

“What’s that?” Steve asks back instead of answering.

Steve turns his bedside light on, and after the initial shock of light momentarily blinding him he can clearly see it; a white bunny being cradled in Eddie’s arms.

“She’s my assistant,” Eddie explains, as if it explains anything, “her name is Jessica. Get it? Jessica Rabbit?”

“Your assistant.”

“Yeah,” he says sheepishly.

“For the…”

“Magic tricks?”

“Oh.”

“I’ll take care of her, though,” Eddie sits down on the edge of the bed, Jessica sitting in his lap, “take her out on walks and feed her and everything. You wouldn’t even notice she’s here.”

Steve sits up and motions for Eddie to hand him the bunny, which he dutifully does. Her fur is so soft, probably the softest thing Steve had ever felt. “That’s not how you take care of a bunny,” Steve says as he rubs his hands gently through her fur, “she isn’t a dog.”

“How do you take care of a bunny then? ‘Cause I bought, like, a bunch of carrots.”

Steve laughs. “Oh god, I love you.”

“That means we’re keeping her, right?” Eddie takes his shoes off- Steve pointedly does not think about how their living room might look like- and cuddles up in bed next to Steve. He looks up at him so hopefully Steve is flooded with warmth and love, so flooded he can’t even remember what annoyed him so much at work today.

Steve kisses his forehead, then his nose, then softly his lips. “Sure. One condition, though.”

“What is it?”

“Can you teach me the pulling her out of a hat trick?”

Eddie grins wide. “Of-fucking-course.”

#steddie #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #the kind of shit I write to avoid my bb fic #speaking of thank you bb author chat for indulging my bullshit #tal writes

[terrence-silver]

How would CK Terry react to hearing beloved playing his piano for the first time? They've never indicated that they know how to play, and they're under the impression that he can't hear them/isn't home.

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Even if beloved was completely and utterly bad and anti-talented where music is concerned...you know how when you love someone, everything they do gives you this ( ❤️) reaction?

Well, beloved could be wholly uneducated on a piano or really any instrument, merely just hitting the keys, idly and rather randomly trying to harmonize and clumsily make sense of what they're doing, not a shred of melody in those untrained, amateur fingers --- especially not compared to someone as excellent as he is. Matters not! Terry Silver, the King of Bias, overhears their music, and it's his music now. His music preformed on his piano. They're the greatest in the Valley. The greatest in the world, actually! His little songbird who tries very hard. He's listening in from behind a wall, eavesdropping and digging his teeth into his lips as he smiles as widely as the Cheshire cat. Remember how fierily this man vouched for John Kreese being the greatest Sensei ever even after they've both been beaten by a much smaller old man and promptly thrown against a mirror within five seconds flat?

Well, yes.

Just like that.

He is in your corner, even when you're both doused in wall paint and defeated.

Beloved doesn't have to be a particular virtuoso of anything whatsoever (not when he's here to be the virtuoso for the both of them), but Terry functions under the strict notion of propping up someone he feels belongs to him to the (irrational) high heavens regardless of their actual skill level, whereas, if he doesn't give a rat's ass about someone, he will degrade, sabotage, give backhanded complements and talk down to them cruelly even if they're actually talented. The difference being, one's his person and the other ain't. He isn't fair like that and never has been, never intends to start being, but the man can be loyal and dedicated to a fault when he chooses to be. That much is certain.

That's his mentality.

He overhears beloved playing and he might make himself known, sit down beside them and demand they play for him because he didn't tell to them to stop and he wants them to do it however badly while he watches them, follows every movement of fingers, every reaction, every beat, every bit of posture, sound, everything, genuinely engrossed with what he's witnessing. Don't get me wrong --- Terry Silver's no saint and he ain't kind. If the most talented piano player in the World visited his manor tomorrow to play the most polished, complex piece on the planet for him, Terry might think infinitely less of it than beloved missing basic notes and keys. But again --- he's devoted to one person, and he ain't to another and that's all their is to it.

Now he can take all time actually teaching beloved himself.

His way.

The right way.

However he sees fit.

Dishing out rewards and punishments for every song learned. Not learned. Praising them. Chastising them. Praising them again. Tenderizing them to his every word. Every lesson. Transferring knowledge unto them. Ingraining a part of himself inside of them through a transferred skillset. Owning them that way, mind, body and soul. Etching himself into their mind. Through hours of practice. Dedication. He prefers it like this. If beloved started out anti-talented and it was him who brought out of them something that was beneath the surface, carving out his own Pygmalion, whereas if they were genuinely already well-learned it would bother him deep down that it wasn't him who 'discovered' them as it were. Who taught them first. That they weren't his prodigy, instead, the prodigy and the student of several tutors previously. Goddamn it if that wouldn't make him infernally jealous. He doesn't like it! He hates it! Wants them to unlearn everything! Start from the beginning! But, like this? As things are now? Beloved being fully ordinary and commonplace? Ah, this is perfect. It's perfect! Perfect moldable clay! Beloved is a novice at the piano. He's heard them playing first that day and he's the first one who ever took to teaching them. Honing them. Controlling where their skill could go. Climb. Develop. Like branches bending under his grip, growing in the direction he's telling them to grow. And that's the way it should be. They're going to create music because of him. Thanks to him. Not some other teacher(s) out there.

Beloved belongs to him.

So does everything pertaining to them. Even this.

Catching them tinkering away the notes anxiously was the best thing ever, genuinely.

#terry silver #cobra kai #old man terry #kk3 #terry silver x reader #terry silver x beloved #piano #music #playing #instrument

[latenightsimping]

Nothing Else Matters (part 3)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem reader (part 1)

Word count: 6,196

Warnings: Mentions of parents yelling, Jason Carver being an absolute shitheel (as usual), sorta angsty beginning but after that it’s pure fluff town, I don’t know shit about Advanced DnD because I don’t hate myself enough to play it (5th ed gang gang), description of parents being shitty, pure fucking indulgent fluff, Eddie being real cute, one sexually suggestive moment but nothing too explicit?, no use of y/n, Eddie treating you like you deserve xo

AN: Part three made me near sob with how cute it was, and also mixed with the fact this will never be real for me ;w; But yeah, fluff ahoy, let’s gooooo!

taglist: @awkwardambition @chickpeadumpsterfire @lonelysupernova (if I forgot you I AM SO SORRY I AM SMOOF OF BRAIN)

You were ten minutes late to curfew, and arrived through the front door to be greeted with both your father and brother utterly furious with you.

You were made to sit at the kitchen table, staring at the knots and scratches in the woodwork as your father berated you for your life choices. Talking about how you were supposed to be a ‘good girl’, how you weren’t to embarrass them by dating those who had a reputation like ‘that boy Munson’ did. Many cruel names were thrown your way, but you could barely hear them over the blood rushing through your ears. Flipping the bird at Jason had felt good at the time, but you knew he would get his pound of flesh somehow. And now he was basking in your downfall, leaning against the archway between the living room and kitchen with a small smirk on his face. Before, this would have bothered you. You would have practically got on your knees and grovelled for their forgiveness, and would have taken your punishments with a meek “thank you.”

But not any more. Without meaning to, probably without even realising it, Eddie had given you that last little push into becoming your own person. And it wasn’t even like it was solely because of him, either. You were doing this on your own steam, finally having enough of pretending to be something you weren’t. Deep down, you had your own passions, and wants, dreams and desires. Maybe it was just teenage rebellion kicking in late. Or the fact that you had begun to finally see that people who beat to their own drum were happier in themselves, and you craved it. You wanted to listen to music that made you dance like you never had before, maybe pick up an instrument and learn to make it yourself. Write some poems or stories, be creative, do something other than study and chores.

But you knew you had to be smart about this. If Jason was going to play dirty, two could play at that game. Being so explicit about your relationship wasn’t going to be the play, so you needed to reel it in a little. Take the punishment like you usually would, act upset and like you understood that this was for the best. All you focused your attention on was Eddie’s whispered words between soft kisses.

“You’re kind, and funny, and so smart. Beautiful, too.”

Pretty. Talented. Brave. Thoughtful.

Could one day undo a lifetime of being berated and pushed aside for your elder sibling? Absolutely not. You would probably still cry about it; yearn for a different timeline where you were both treated equally, mourning for the loss of parents and a brother that could have been. But you could make a start on undoing the process, and a first step was as good as any. Countless miles in arduous journeys all had to start at the same way, and that was with one foot in front of another.

You were finally sent to bed under the guise of ‘thinking about what you’d done’, the process of getting ready for bed done on autopilot. Once you slipped under the sheets and your head hit the pillow, it was if your batteries of bravery were taken away from you as soon as you were finally alone. You stared at your bedroom, cold and devoid of personal touches. Your mother liked to keep a tidy home, and it meant that décor was kept at a level she wanted, rather than what you did. Your friends had posters of their favourite bands, pictures of them and their loved ones and close friends tucked into their vanity, stuffed animals won at fairs or had other sentimental value to them.

But not your room. Yours was pretty, yes. Pale pink wallpaper and freshly washed sheets, but little else that would give away that a teenage girl lived there. When you thought back to Eddie’s room, it was his. Yes, it smelled of weed and cigarettes, and it was a bit of a mess. But he had his beloved guitars and amps, his heavy metal posters and magazines that focused on his interests. You could tell who he was, what he liked and what mattered to him. Nobody could say the same for you. All they might be able to glean was that somebody slept there during the night. You couldn’t stop the overwhelming sense of loneliness and emptiness pulling you under, and you cried yourself to sleep that night. Just like a lot of nights you’d laid in bed.

…

It was surprising that Jason ‘allowed’ you to sit at the Hellfire table. However, it was quickly evident the method behind his madness. Being sat at Eddie’s table just cemented your fate as a social pariah, your old friends turning their back on you as soon as the news spread about your relationship with it’s leader and many others giving you sneers as you passed them in the hallway. Perhaps he wanted you to learn what a relationship with Eddie would mean; nobody talking to you, having to duck and weave through glares and muttered insults.

But like you secretly hoped, it also meant getting to know new friends. Over the past month, you’d got to know the little group and their quirks. Dustin was a charmer, always with an easy smile and a quick wit. He reminded you a little of Eddie, in that way. Perhaps they were drawn together like magnets, two charismatic and kind people who deeply cared for their friends. Jeff was knowledgeable on his many interests, able to quickly recall pieces of information at a blinding pace and seemingly happy to have someone new to share them with who was interested in whatever he had to say. Grant, though sarcastic and deadpan most times, didn’t mind quietly catching you up on DnD terms whenever you looked a little lost as the group spoke. Gareth didn’t speak much, but when he did, his smile could light up the whole room behind that curtain of messy brown hair that hid away his eyes. Lucas could crack a joke that would have the group in stitches, and you’d spoken about basketball with him quite a lot when he mentioned an interest in it. You’d seen Mike a couple of times as you passed him in the halls, but he was a completely different person around his friends. Kind and compassionate under the surface, but he had that certain teenage angst that you didn’t mind. Slightly endearing, in a way.

Once the shock of seeing the little sister of Hawkins High’s star football player died down, you were mostly left to your own devices- no doubt they’d found a new rumour about somebody else to gossip about. Jason refused to take you to school any longer, and that suited you just fine. You enjoyed the short walk a few blocks away where the school bus always parked up to take everyone to school. Not that you took it, of course. Eddie was always waiting a little further along, his metal music at a respectable volume until you both took off and hit the road. It was you who would turn up the dial, relaxing back in your seat as you put your converse on the dashboard and nodded your head to the beat. Eddie’s hand would always be on your thigh as he drove, and you welcomed it. A small reminder that he was always there, and would continue to be.

It was a chilly Autumn day, and you nestled yourself further into the hoodie you’d stolen from Eddie - as if you could steal something that was gladly given - as you frowned at the pages of the book that had been resting on your lap for the past five minutes. “I still don’t get it,” you finally admitted, a sigh leaving your parted lips, words slightly muffled thanks to the strawberry sucker that Eddie always kept a stash of in the passenger door for you resting on your tongue.

A cigarette was slotted between his own, the window rolled down to blow smoke out of as he threw a quick glance over at you. “What’s confusing you, princess? Talk me through it.”

“So… You roll the twenty sided dice, and that tells you if you hit or not, right?” Poor Eddie had been trying to explain Dungeons and Dragons for months now. He’d been patient, but you’d ended up getting a little frustrated on not being ready yet. He’d invited you to play your first campaign; a Halloween themed dungeon that the others seemed stoked about. Talking about what kind of monsters that they might face, and already scheming up tactics to try and overcome them. You’d nodded along, and yes you were excited too, but… What if you got it all wrong, and you messed up the game? Hellfire campaigns were so important to Eddie. You didn’t want to rain on his parade by being a nuisance that he needed to hand hold through it when he was in his element. So he’d given you the battered copy of the player’s handbook, now perched on your thighs that you’d read back to front and barely had a handle on.

“That’s right,” he smiled, a plume of smoke drifting from his lips as he spoke. “And depending on what you roll, I’ll tell you if it’s a hit or miss.”

Your brows furrowed a little as you popped the candy from your mouth, tapping it against your lips in thought. “And if I hit, I roll those other dice you told me about?”

“You’ll be playing a fighter, which is pretty self explanatory. If I tell you that you hit it, swing your sword at ‘em, babe.”

That part was pretty self explanatory. But it was the little boxes that signified combat modifiers that got you. Still, you pressed on as you quirked a brow. “And then I pick up one of those ten sided dice and roll it for the number, right?”

His grin widened as he ran his hand along your thigh, slightly chilled from the cold air that made you slightly shiver. Though you couldn’t completely blame the weather for it, not when he gently squeezed the uppermost flesh. “You got it. See? Gonna be a natural. You’ll pick it up real quick once you start, you’ll see. Besides, Henderson has designated himself dungeon babysitter for your first time.”

You playfully scowled, snapping the book closed and settling it beside you as you picked up his hand to interlace your fingers between his own. “I’m old enough to be his babysitter in real life. Sucks that I have to have one in this fantasy world.”

He clicked his tongue between his teeth as he took the final drag of his cigarette, bracing his knee against the wheel to use the hand that he was driving with to flick the butt out of the window. God forbid he let go of your hand, instead chancing a crash so he wouldn’t have to leave your grasp. “Ah yes, but Dustin the Serenader of Storms is a mighty bard, charged with proving his mettle by accompanying the Princess of Sabres through her first victory. May their gallant quest be swift, with treasures aplenty as their great reward.” He had slipped into his ‘Dungeon Master’ voice as he spoke, gesturing as much as he could with no free hands and making his voice boom through the van and over the background tunes of Anthrax.

You giggled as you popped your sucker back into your mouth, noticing how his eyes dipped down to watch you with a small dart of his tongue to wet his lips. You decided to play along as innocently as you could, rolling the stick between your fingers as you slightly hollowed your cheeks. That got him. You saw the confident demeanour slightly fade, replaced with a bob of his Adam’s apple and his eyes slightly widening. You looked at him through your lashes, leaning towards him as you tilted your head. “Will there be a very handsome prince waiting for me at the end of my quest?” you asked, your voice saccharine sweet.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered, a smirk playing on his lips as he playfully shook his head and focused on the road. “You’re gonna be the death of me, you know that?”

You let the smile spread over your face as you settled back into your seat, loving that this new confidence that you’d slowly come to gain when one on one with Eddie. It massively helped that he practically revered you, in all aspects. You could still hear the praises that fell from his lips when he was buried inside you, whispered in the shell of your ear. It made you blush a little, squirming in your seat to try and dull the need. Looking over to Eddie, you noticed that he’d caught your change in demeanour. Confident to bashful in less than five seconds, and you knew he was amused. Judging by the fondness in his eyes, he liked it too.

Clearing his throat as he rolled the window up to try and let some heat back in for the last five minutes of your journey, you could tell he was thinking hard about something judging by the frequent tapping of the bands of his rings against the steering wheel. Not slow enough to be based on the tempo of the music, but just fast enough to let you know something was up. He gazed over to you again, an upturned corner of his mouth giving away a slight excitement. “Hey uh, pretty girl? You’re not grounded any more, right?”

You nodded, eyebrows slightly knitted together at the question that came out of the blue. “Technically it was up two days ago… Why?”

“You think you could convince someone to cover for you if you told your folks you were going for a sleepover?”

Your stomach flipped at the question. Small time rule breaking, you could handle. Hell, you’d done enough of it already. But this felt like a step up, and as much as it made you curious, it also made you apprehensive. “I… I could come up with something. Why, what’re you planning?”

“A surprise,” was his cryptic answer, that little mischievous smile that was often playing on his lips coming back full force. “Just clear your schedule for next weekend, ‘kay? Promise, you’re gonna love it.”

As much as you tried to get more clues to his surprise, he was being tight lipped about it. You tried to pay attention in class, you really did. But your mind was filled with half-baked theories and guesses; was he taking you out of town somewhere, so you needed the whole weekend? Was he going to let you stay at his trailer overnight? All you were sure of, was that you wanted desperately to find out.

You’d managed to concoct a scheme by the end of the day. You’d tell your parents you were staying over at a friend’s house, giving them Eddie’s trailer phone number in case they called to double check. They didn’t know Eddie’s voice, who would be playing the part of the fictional friend’s brother. It was a good thing that lying came second nature to your boyfriend when it came to authority figures, who’d managed to charm his way out of several situations over the years. Then again, it was unlikely they’d even call at all. The weekend Eddie had planned to spend with you, they were away on some sort of couple’s retreat. Pair that with Jason planning to throw a rager with his friends back at the house, he probably wouldn’t even notice you gone. It was a win-win situation, the stars aligning in your favour. All you had to do was count the days until next weekend.

…

Since you couldn’t get too dressed up at your own home, Eddie agreed to meet you at the trailer park so you could get changed. Trying to get dressed in his cramped bathroom was a bit of a chore, and a couple of times you had tripped over your own feet – leading to frantic knocking on the door and asking if you were okay – but you managed it well enough. You decided on a deep green plaid skirt that Eddie’s eyes always lingered on, paired with a beige turtle-neck sweater and black tights. Trying to do something with your hair ended in failure, so you ended up tying it back and clipping a small green bow to the top. For a second, you contemplated wearing the only heels you had, but decided on your trusty converse for comfort. Sweeping a small amount of makeup over your features, you took one final look in the mirror as you fussed with your hair.

It crossed your mind that you would be a stark contrast against Eddie’s own dress sense. Ripped jeans, chains and band shirts walking hand in hand with bows, soft knit sweaters and shimmery lip gloss. But that was something that you really liked. Knowing that out of the both of you, the one that was the softest, kindest and with the biggest heart wasn’t the one that people assumed. As you slipped out of the bathroom, you stood in the doorway of Eddie’s bedroom, fiddling with the sleeves of your sweater as you bit the inside of your cheek. He hadn’t seen you yet, too busy fiddling with the tuning pegs of his guitar with a cigarette dangling from his lips to hear your soft footfalls. Long legs clad in torn denim sprawled over the bed, eyebrows slightly furrowed in concentration as he listened to the soft notes that each pluck of the string earned him. A part of you didn’t want to interrupt him; wanted to watch him like this for a little longer. Wanted to focus on his beauty, plush lips and soft rounded eyes.

It was a creaking when you shifted the weight on your feet that gave you away, his head snapping up to look at you. A lopsided grin spread across his features as he gently placed his guitar onto the bed beside him, getting up to his full height. “Well, don’t you look beautiful,” he cooed, taking the final deep drag of his cigarette before snuffing it out in the ashtray and taking the last few steps towards you as he exhaled. A hand came up to tuck an errant strand of hair behind your ear, eyes flickering over your face as if he was taking in every detail. “Who you all dolled up for, hm?”

You giggled, swaying on the balls of your feet as you tilted your head. “Well, this really cute guy is taking me out on a date today,” you answered, happy to play along with the joke.

“Is he now?” he drawled, quirking an eyebrow as his hands came to rest on your waist. “Lucky guy.”

He finally caved, a chuckle rumbling through his chest as he finally leaned down to capture your lips in his own. He tasted like the cigarette that still lingered on his lips, and you didn’t hate it. To taste it was to know that it was Eddie kissing you, and you craved that more than anything.

When you finally pulled away, you took his hands into your own, swaying them between the two of you. “Finally gonna tell me where we’re going?”

He hummed in thought for a second, biting his lip as he smirked. Finally he shook his head, letting go of one of your hands to pull you towards the door. “Think I’ll keep it under wraps until we get there, princess.”

You huffed in annoyance, but you couldn’t erase the lovesick grin on your face as you followed him towards the van. As always, he opened the passenger door for you, helping you in before closing it behind you. While you waited for him to jog around to the driver’s side, you noticed a small bag full of snacks and drinks in the space between your seats. When he climbed in, you gave him a questioning look. “We going on a road trip?”

“Sort of. We got a long drive ahead of us,” he explained, fiddling with the keys and putting them into the ignition. “Don’t worry, I made sure to get your favourites.”

Sure enough, the snacks and candy that you tended to get from the store were there, including your favourite soda and a couple of brightly coloured lollipops for good measure. Getting settled into your seat, you unwrapped a sucker and popped it into your mouth, nodding your head along to the music as you fiddled with Eddie’s rings, his hand as always on your thigh as he drove.

For a while, you engaged him in conversation to keep him occupied. Things like the latest rumours around school – was Donna Schofield actually pregnant? More to the fact, who’s damn business was it if she was? - and the latest plans that Eddie had for some new songs that Corroded Coffin could play. He was halfway through telling you that he’d finally nailed the lead guitar for I Wanna Be Somebody when you hummed softly in agreement, eyelids growing heavy as you curled up to get comfortable. It wasn’t your fault that you fell asleep; the heater of the van made you comfortably warm, and Eddie’s hand smoothing the nylon-clad skin of your thigh felt so pleasant.

You didn’t realise that you dozed off until you felt someone stroking the apple of your cheek, your name being softly called until you opened your eyes. Eddie’s smiling face came into view as you yawned, stretching out your muscles as you gave him a meek look. “Sorry for falling asleep on you baby,” you mumbled, trying to rub your eye without ruining your makeup. The blanket that was always kept in the back of Eddie’s van behind your seat was draped over your thighs, and you smiled at the thought that he must have struggled to grab it while still keeping an eye on the road, just so you’d be comfortable.

“Oh, how terrible of you,” he answered with a sarcastic drawl, leaning his forearm on the top of the steering wheel as he grinned. “Had to keep looking over and be reminded of how cute you are when you’re asleep. It was torture, truly.”

“Shut up,” you retorted, though you giggled as you playfully reached out to jab his shoulder. Looking around for the first time, your eyebrows furrow as you try to work out your location. It’s a parking lot, that much you know. A pretty big one, and not one that you recognise.

Eddie seems to pick up your curiosity, deciding to keep the suspense by saying nothing as he pulls the keys out of the ignition and pockets them. Like always, he gets out first, jogging over to the passenger side to open the door and help you out. Keeping a hold of your hand, he points to the distance behind you.

Your eyes widen as you realise what you’re looking at, breath catching in your throat. The imposing building stood tall, columns and many stairs guarding the entrance. On the stonework, you could only just make out the wording, but you knew exactly what it was without even having to read it. Shedd Aquarium. The place that you’ve always wanted to go, your parents refusing because it was ‘too far’. Eddie had travelled over state lines, all the way to Illiois, just because you’d mentioned that your dream date was a visit to an aquarium. Your heartbeat raced at the realisation, blooming in your chest as you turned back to face him with the biggest lovesick grin on your face. “Really?” you whimpered, eyes glassy with unshed tears of joy as you squeezed his hands.

He chuckled in affection, pressing a kiss to your forehead and nodding. “Really,” he echoed. “Told you I’d take my girl to her dream date, didn’t I?”

You’d believed him; of course you did. But to have it really happening… You squealed with joy as you flung yourself into his arms, hugging him tightly around the neck as you peppered his cheek in kisses. “You’re the best,” you giggled. “You know that?”

“I aim to please,” he laughed, gently prying you off him and taking your hand back into his own. “Come on, let’s get inside. Go and look at all the pretty fish ‘n shit.”

You couldn’t stop smiling as you walked, babbling on about what types of sea life you were excited to see, and what you’d heard about the place, and how much you were excited for the gift shop afterwards. To Eddie’s credit, he nodded along as you spoke, swinging your joined hands and leading you towards the front door. He only parted from you for a second to pay for the tickets, handing you one as a keepsake, the other being gently slotted into his wallet. You were practically buzzing with excitement, pulling on his arm in the direction of the first tank.

He never stopped touching you, and you adored it. You were somewhere that nobody knew you; out of Hawkins, and away from judgemental eyes. You were like any other couple, his hand in yours as you pointed out whatever caught your eye, behind you with his arms looped around your waist and his chin resting on your shoulder as you marvelled at the beauties of nature. And so many times, your eyes drifted to look over at him, to look at his own beauty. The soft blue light made him look so ethereal, his eyes so soft and the upturned sides of his mouth as he focused on the scenes in front of him. Butterfly wings brushed against your stomach as you realised that he was yours. Eddie Munson had chose you, over so many other girls. He loved you, and you loved him with a matching ferocity. He had probably scrimped and saved, just to make you happy. It made your eyes sting with tears, a soft sniffle that slipped out of you making his head snap towards you.

“What’s wrong, pretty girl?” he whispered, face etched with worry as he brushed calloused fingertips under your eye to catch the wetness that wasn’t yet there.

“Just so happy,” you managed to say, shaking your head as you held him closer. You took a deep inhale as you hid yourself inside his jacket, being enveloped by the scent of cigarettes and weed, the heady cologne he always wore and something that you couldn’t describe except it being ‘Eddie’. It was something that you sought out over and over; it was the scent that let you know that you were safe, and you were loved. “So happy, Eddie. You don’t even know.”

You felt his lips on the crown of your head, and his hand smoothing up and down your spine. “’M so happy too, pretty girl,” he cooed, letting you stay there for a few moments. Letting you bask in him, and to ground yourself as you listened to his steady heartbeat. You heard him gasp softly too, the hand on your back gently patting to get your attention. “Look, babe. Check out the size of that shark.”

You looked up and over, grinning as you marvelled at the creature. When you briefly looked up, you saw Eddie’s eyes wide with childlike wonder, and you swallowed a giggle as you tore your eyes away. You were overjoyed that he was having a good time, just as much as you.

You spent hours wandering the halls and tunnels, stopping to look at everything. Pointing out things you noticed with each other, reading the little placards on the sides of the enclosures aloud so the other could focus on looking. It didn’t pass you by that this was probably Eddie’s first time in a place like this too. You knew about his childhood, and how money was always hard to come by, love and affection just as difficult before he lived with Wayne. It was something you were both experiencing for the first time, and the memories of this would always be so dear to your heart for that very reason. It was a perfect day. If there was a Heaven, some sort of afterlife, you were sure this would be yours. Being bathed in an aquamarine glow, the love of your life by your side, holding your hand.

When you finally saw everything there was to be seen, you headed into the gift shop, overwhelmed by the choices that were on offer. Stationary, mugs, toys and stuffed animals of most of the creatures you’d seen. You were a little saddened that you didn’t have much money in your purse, only the very small amount that your allowance gave. Eddie had asked you to pick out a mug with him, a small smile gracing his features at your slight confusion. “Wayne collects them,” he explained, and you remembered just how many there were adorning the walls and various surfaces of the trailer living room. “Want to get one for him, from me to you.” Your heart warmed at the sentiment. Even though you hadn’t actually met the man yet, you guessed that Eddie had mentioned you to him. You both picked out a mug decorated with pretty fish, the name of the aquarium emblazoned on the front. You both agreed that it was the best of the lot, and your heartstrings were tugged at the thought of Eddie being so thoughtful. Even on a date, he thought of Wayne, his kindness and love for his Uncle evident in the action. God, you were a goner for this boy.

You were ready to leave empty handed, until Eddie dragged you towards the massive wall of stuffed animals. “Pick one,” he said with a smile, nodding his head towards them.

You shot him a sheepish look as you fiddled with the sleeve of your sweater. “I can’t afford it,” you admitted, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth.

His eyebrows shot up, chuckling as he shook his head. “Wasn’t asking if you could. Wanna buy my girl somethin’ to remember the day by. Go on, have a look.” You were about to open your mouth to argue, to say it wasn’t necessary, but it was like he could read your mind. He furrowed his eyebrows, and you matched it. Your lips parted again, and he interrupted you with a playful noise. “Ah ah, sweetheart, it’s my treat. If you’re worried about bringing it home, you can keep it at my place.”

You finally conceded with the amusing thought of a plushie adorning your boyfriend’s head, letting out a giggle as you cocked an eyebrow at him. “You’d be okay with a toy fish in your bedroom? Wouldn’t that ruin your metalhead image?”

“Psht. Fuck that noise, I’d wear pink if it made you smile. Besides,” he shrugged with a mischievous look. “For your information, aquatic life is metal as fuck, I’ll have you know.”

“Is it now?” you chuckled.

“Absolutely. Now c’mon, pick one. I’m starving, and I know a great pizza place just down the road.”

Now he mentioned it, you were pretty hungry. Looking back to the wall of animals, you tilted your head and pursed your lips, little ‘hmm’s escaping you as you thought about what you wanted. You finally decided on a toy Manta ray – Partly because you thought they were adorable and you’d spent ages watching them glide around their tank, but also because you and Eddie both agreed to christen them ‘sea pancakes’. Never again would you use their actual term, you were sure of it.

“That one?” he asked when you picked out the cutest of the bunch, grinning when you held it tightly to your chest.

“This one,” you nodded. “Gonna call him Pancake.”

Eddie’s laughter was earnest, crinkles forming at his eyes from the action. Guiding you over to the kiosk to pay, you begrudgingly let your new little friend go so the employee could scan his tag, you snatching him back up as soon as he hit the counter. Eddie looked amused at your antics, handing over the cash before tucking his wallet back into his pocket. “Think you’re gonna be able to let Pancake go when you get back to mine? I’m a good babysitter, I swear.”

You smirked as you walked towards the exit, holding the ray plush with one arm so you could interlace your fingers with Eddie’s. “I trust you,” you said with a mock sincerity. “Just don’t feed him after midnight or let him smoke weed. And you gotta give him some head pats, alright? Don’t just ignore him.”

Eddie exaggerated a gasp, looking down at you with a face of shock. “You think I’d be capable of doing that to our child? Why sweetheart, I’m wounded.”

You giggled, rolling your eyes as you squeezed his hand. “Nah, he’s in capable hands.”

“That he is,” he smirked. “Little fucker better not hog you for cuddles, though.”

You burst out in laughter, shaking your head as you bumped his arm with your own. “I promise, Munson. I’ll always let you have your full share of cuddle time.”

He looked pleased at that, and you caught the longing look of adoration in his eyes as he picked up your interlocked hands, pressing kisses to your knuckles.

“Good.”

…

The weekend just gone had been one of the best in Eddie’s life. It was going to be up there with his Sixteenth birthday, when Wayne had presented him the keys to his van. Or the day he had managed to save up enough for Sweetheart the guitar, and had taken her home to practically spend the whole week playing his favourite songs.

He thought you had looked stunning when you were waiting for him in the archway of his bedroom door, wearing his favourite skirt and that little bashful look that you sometimes had. You looked stunning when you were bathed in a blue glow, the giddy grin never leaving your face as you cooed at the pretty sights of the aquarium. You looked so damn sexy when you spent the rest of the weekend at his trailer, wearing nothing but panties and one of his band shirts pretty much all the time. Looking so at home and comfortable that he couldn’t stop kissing you.

But now it was Sunday night, and he had dropped you off before your parents could get home. And as he locked the front door, he realised just how quiet it was without you.

His heart ached as the silence grew. He’d grown so used to laying on the couch with you, watching movie after movie and sharing a box of cheap pizza. He missed the way that you made coffee for the both of you in the morning, so careful to not wake up Wayne due to the fact that you were mindful of his nocturnal work routine. He hadn’t given him the mug yet, wanting both of you to be the ones to present it to him. He’d tried to get you two in a room together, he really did. But it just so happened that Wayne had errands to run, or needed more sleep than usual. Wayne already knew all about you, considering his Uncle knew something was up when his nephew was walking around “all chipper like.” And Wayne seemed happy that he was. Eddie just knew that the older man would love you, just like he did.

A long sigh left his parted lips as he trudged to his bedroom, not looking forward to having to spend the night on his own again. But his heart warmed when he saw the freshly made bed that you must have prepared while he was busy sorting out something with the van before you left, Pancake the manta ray placed between his pillows. Ever since he bought you the stuffed animal, you barely put it down. He had woken up a few times to the feeling of soft fur on his chest, looking down to see you fast asleep with it tucked in-between the two of you. He didn’t mind it at all; in fact, he thought it was really fucking adorable. And he was glad to have it around, a little memory of you, and a memory of that wonderful day in Illinois.

Flopping down onto the mattress, he couldn’t help but pick up the plushie, bringing it to his face for a deep inhale. Yep, it smelled of you. The scent of your sweet perfume that he yearned for when you weren’t around, now enveloped in the toy’s soft fabric.

It would be a secret that he fell asleep with the toy manta ray pressed to his nose, holding it close to keep a part of you around even when you weren’t there. You, he might tell one day. But to anyone else?

They could pry that fact out of his cold, dead hands.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x you #stranger things x you #stranger things x vans #eddie munson fluff

[absolutebl]

Random ask game asks

Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts?

What's one thing that's stereotypical about you?

I have the remnants of a british accent + I drink tea. 

Play any instruments? 

Piano, badly 

A music artist everyone criticizes that you like: 

Last show you watched: 

Last movie you watched

Senior Love Me? 

Last song you listened to

The Arc - The Light 

Last book you read

Old Fashion Cupcake manga 

Your top five most listened to artists this month on Spotify

Stray Kids

BTOB

Young K & Day 6

Kang Daniel

TRENDZ

Ever drank alcohol?

Every Friday and it’s Be My Favorite’s Fault 

Every smoked anything?

Fish, mostly 

Do you prefer to eat-in or take-out?

Both 

If you could time travel what decade would you go to first

Am I invisible or do I look the way I do now? If #1 then the past, if #2 then the future. 

An actor everyone loves that you don't like for whatever reason

Speak any other languages?

4 none of them well, including my ostensible original 

Have any tattoos? Want any tattoos?

no

Have any piercings? Want any piercings?

yes

Do you prefer the hot or cold weather?

cold 

Cats or dogs? Or some other pet?

none but those owned by others tend to adopt me (the house has a cat and he think’s i’m his)  

Trendy over comfortable or comfortable over trendy?

trendy and comfortable, why choose? 

Say one thing bad about something you love

the singing is terrible and the acting is usually pretty crap too

Do you prefer to read digitally or from a physical book?

digital 

Do you put milk in your hot tea?

yes 

Do you know how to play any popular gambling games?

no

A character you relate to for whatever reason?

A quote (from anything) you really love

How many pairs of shoes do you have

maybe 10? 

Do you have trouble saying any words because of your accent/speech problems?

no, i’m good at words and public speaking 

Earbuds or headphones?

buds 

Showers or baths?

Early bird or night owl?

insomniac 

Candles or scented spray?

fresh flowers 

How often do you change your clothes?

as often as is necessary 

Chess or checkers?

all board games bore me 

Something you can do that you think is cool?

Perfume or body spray?

body oil 

What's something that genuinely scares you

other people’s unhinged obsession 

LED lights, the room light, or sunlight?

diffuse natural light 

What's something you do differently than everyone else?

peel and chop fruit 

If you have hair how often do you style it in some way?

spiky if i bother at all 

Nail polish, press on nails, or acrylic nails?

short and tidy but nothing else 

Do you have any fidget toys? If so what's your favorite?

 I learned to sit still or get whacked, and i’m fine with the outcome 

Do you drive?

yes 

Your go-to genre of music?

Are you a good multitasker?

no one is a good multitasker 

Silence or background noise?

kpop 

A famous movie/show that you've never seen

i don’t know i haven’t seen it 

Any sport you would like to play?

i don’t like sweating with other people around... 

actually, i don’t like sweating at all 

Can you write in cursive?

yes & calligraphy 

Is your handwriting neat or at least easy to read?

yes very 

Colored pencils, markers, or crayons?

black 

How many pillows do you sleep with?

2 

How many blankets do you sleep with?

3 (if the top sheet counts, ALWAYS top sheet) 

Do you ever plan to get married one day?

fuck no 

Do you ever plan to have kid(s) one day?

fuck no 

Do you subscribe to any religion?

fuck no 

Something in your room that you think is funny for whatever reason

the hotel room i am in right now has a teacup the size of my head painted with parrots and I have no idea why. 

Would you rather be an actor, singer, comedian, or would you do something on YouTube/twitch/some other site

i would rather gouge out my own eyeball than be a celebrity of any kind 

Are you scared of the dentist?

not at all, my dental hygiene is fucking amazing, they often get mad at me for wasting their time 

(before you ask: good genetics + fucking flossing = the answer, just floss while watching your favorite bl, it’s not goodamn rocket science, take care of your teeth you slackwits) 

Do you wear makeup?

sometimes 

If you could be any character of the opposite sex, who would you be?

i already am 

In the literal sense, are you an introvert or extrovert?

both 

What's something in your room that makes no sense without context

aside from that dumb teacup, i don’t know, i’m not in my room, i’m rarely in my room 

Favorite subject in school?

If you could visit any place in the world where would you go?

right now, i wanna get to taiwan before it isn’t anymore 

A show/movie thats been on your watchlist forever but you for some reason keep putting off

Is the name you use online your real name? (Real name does not mean deadname)

never 

Do you have a favorite sibling?

If you were to have a kid what names would you have in mind?

no fucking children, not mine, not anyone else’s, i am not interested, yours is NOT the cutest nor the smartest (trust me) and i don’t want to hear about them 

Do you think things like anniversaries are a big deal?

no

Mobile games or PC/console games?

no games 

Do you believe in things like ghosts?

no

Long sleeve + shorts or short sleeve + pants

depends on the weather and culture 

Can you do any voice impressions?

no 

What was the first fandom you were genuinely into

star trek 

Do you prefer womens or mens products?

depends on the smell, price, and effectiveness  

would you be fine having your partner completely provide for you?

never 

Plain clothes or vibrant and eye catching clothes?

neither, i’m usually just stylish and quirky 

Movie date or restaurant date?

food 

Do you split the check or expect only one of you to be paying it?

split or I’ll pay if my friend isn’t holding 

Favorite fast food place?

i’d rather not 

How do you make your coffee?

in italy 

Do you pay attention to the music or the lyrics more?

music 

Are you more energetic or tame?

energetic 

Are you witty?

only by accident  

A show everyone criticizes that you like

[coiled-dragon]

11 for dracfield hurt/comfort please

So this didn't end up in the hurt/comfort way I thought most of these might, but it's some nice fluff ♥

"No one's looking."

Renfield’s face was a tinge of pink as he watched the girl who had approached him walk off with her friends, clearly discussing her upset at his response. She had invited him to dance, something normally done by a man but sometimes women would approach if they felt bold enough. This one had come with a pair of women, the trio sweet and young with rosy cheeks and bashful lashes… And he had refused.

He’d had to, because he could not dance, something any man of wealth worth his salt would be able to do. It only made him feel more out of place here, the gleaming crystal chandeliers suspended above the glamorous ballroom shining brighter as if to highlight his shame for daring to exist. This was an event for the wealthy, for the opulent, and as much as he adored being here and seeing it for himself, allowed to indulge in a part of society he was not privy to, he was painfully aware that he did not belong.

It felt like eyes had turned on him, that the whispers and chatter of the crowd had suddenly gotten louder. Did they all notice? Did they see now how he stood out? So clearly a man of common birth with no money to his name, brought by someone else as a part of a sick jest. He shrunk back against the wall with his flute of champagne, wishing he could be swallowed up and just disappear for the evening.

A hand landed on his shoulder and he jumped, wondering if perhaps someone had altered the staff to escort this clearly lost man out of the party. It was Dracula, his presence a surprise since he’d wandered off some hour ago in search of something to drink. Something besides tall golden glasses of champagne or deep red wines that he outdated by several centuries. The man hadn’t expected his return.

“No one is talking about you, you know,” he said, lips pulling into a smile that felt more mocking than assuring. Renfield shook his head.

“I always feel so out of place,” he admitted, looking at his drink absently. “Don’t even know how to dance…”

Dracula looked surprised, brows coming together as he looked down at his familiar. The pink on his cheeks burned a little brighter at the fact the vampire seemed not to know of his lacking. One more point that was out of his favor, it seemed.

“That’s easy enough to remedy,” Dracula said, raising his head as the musicians started the next song. It was slow and sweeping, Dracula offering a hand. 

Renfield looked at it, puzzled, then looked up to his Master.

“Let me teach you.”

Pink turned scarlet, Renfield using the champagne to put off replying as he downed it. Ladies could dance together, ladies could dance with gentlemen, but two men were… Well, somewhat of a social faux pas in such a public setting.

“No one cares, Renfield,” Dracula said with an impatient sigh, gesturing for him to take his hand. Renfield frowned and put down his empty glass, feeling the warmth of the bubbly alcohol tingling through his fingertips.

He took his hand and let himself be guided to the floor, his chest fluttering all the while. Though he tried not to look, he could feel eyes on them both. Burning holes into him. He was an outcast here, a stranger, why was he even bothering to learn- 

Dracula turned to him and guided Renfield’s hand to his shoulder before placing his own on Renfield’s hip. He felt like his face was so hot it was glowing, focusing on the surprisingly serene face of the vampire to avoid seeking eyes that were watching.

“Just follow my steps, and listen to the music,” his Master said.

At first, all he could hear was blood rushing in his ears, but slowly he began to pick out the instruments as they played. His eyes darted down to watch the vampire’s feet, following with his own until it started to feel somewhat natural. After a few steps, his gaze flickered to the crowd, and eyes looked back, so many eyes that were bright with thoughts he couldn’t read-

He stepped on Dracula’s foot, dropping his head with a mumbled apology as his throat went tight. He couldn’t do this, he needed to just leave. His heart felt like it might simply leap out of his chest if not out his throat.

“Renfield,” Dracula said lowly, continuing to lead the dance. “No one’s looking.”

“They are,” Renfield said in a dismal, bitter way.

“Look at me,” Renfield did as he was told, jaw tight and eyes shining on the verge of tears. “No one else matters. Just me. Look at me, and listen to the music. Surely you can do that?”

Renfield nodded, taking a shaky breath and following his steps. The tightness of his chest loosened, and his shoulders lost their tension, focusing only on his Master and the sways of music. Everyone else was decoration, fixtures on the ballroom floor to add life. It was just them.

“Good boy, Renfield,” His Master praised. Renfield smiled and dipped his head again, watching their feet even though he was getting the hang of it.

“Thank you, Master,” said Renfield, looking back up to the vampire holding his head a little higher.

#Anonymous #dracfield #renfield #dracula #my fic #drabble #drabble prompt #prompt fill

[catboyfever]

Tea Time - Owlbit Fluff

WHOA YOU'LL NEVER GUESS WHO'S BACK WITH A NEW WTP FIC

Pardon my absence as I've been committing to a lot of OC writing as of late. But I've been thinking about this ship and discussing it with others in the wtp fandom a LOT so I thought this would be as great a time as any to write a fanfic for it! I hope you enjoy, lemme know what y'all think!

The afternoon sun shone lazily on the Hundred Acre Wood. Rabbit ordinarily would’ve been outside tending to his garden in the heat of that sun, but even he had to take a break sometimes. While he could’ve been just as comfortable at home, he didn’t feel like just lounging about the house. The only person he could think of that would provide a somewhat peaceful evening was Owl. It was a no-brainer. He sometimes stopped by his house for tea anyhow, and spacing out while sipping tea and pretending to listen to some convoluted story actually sounded pretty fantastic just about now.

Rabbit was sat in his living room across from Owl with a saucer and a teacup filled with perfectly brewed tea in his hand. He’d already added his sugar, he was just listening to Owl go on about something before he took a sip. The warm, dark flavor of the black tea relaxed him… but he felt like he wanted just a little more something to flavor the drink.

“Owl, I don’t mean to bother but could you bring out some honey? I’d love some for my tea.” Rabbit said.

Owl smiled and halted his story. “Oh, of course! I’ll resume my tale once I’m back.”

Owl flew out of the living room and swooped into the kitchen to retrieve the honey. A few seconds later Rabbit heard a thundering crash and jumped to his feet to investigate before a very excited looking Owl brought back an in-tact honey jar, but more surprisingly, an accordion.

“Owl, what IS that?” Rabbit asked, pointing at the unknown instrument.

“This, my dear friend, is called an ‘accordion’” Owl said. “It’s a wonderful instrument, my relative in Italy gave it to me years ago.”

“Do you play?” Rabbit asked pointedly.

“But of course! Here,” Owl began, setting the jar of honey down for Rabbit. “enjoy your tea and the music.”

Rabbit felt excitement bubble up in his belly. He usually knew better than to get his hopes up too high about things like this with his friends, but there just seemed to be something so genuine about the way Owl spoke about the instrument. Besides, Rabbit hadn’t even known what it was called before Owl told him.

“This song I learned from my Great Great Granduncle, he used to play it while taking a leisurely boat ride.” Owl said.

Owl’s feathery hands moved across the keys on the instrument as he pushed it in and pulled in a slow, jaunty song. The unique sound that the instrument produced had Rabbit totally transfixed… as well as how oddly suave Owl looked playing it.

His hands were moving with such grace and the way his body swayed to the beat of the song just took his breath away. His eyes were moving with Owl as he swayed across the room, coming closer to Rabbit before dancing away while continuing the slow, romantic melody that Rabbit was enchanted by. When the song ended Owl bowed while Rabbit clapped fervently.

“Stupendous! Absolutely marvelous! I had no idea you were such a musician!” Rabbit said.

“But of course I am! I wasn’t only gifted with a beautiful singing voice, I’m an owl of many talents you know!” Owl said proudly.

Ordinarily Rabbit would’ve scoffed at the notion but the way Owl spoke… especially after his performance… Rabbit actually felt a sort of reverence for Owl for the first time.

“I know this might be sudden but… would you be able to teach me a few notes?” Rabbit asked.

Owl nodded enthusiastically. “Of course of course! I’d be happy to aide in someone’s quest for knowledge!!”

Owl handed Rabbit the surprisingly heavy accordion and stood behind him. Rabbit’s cheeks flushed as he felt the bird’s soft, warm hands covering his as his fingers touched the keys. Owl even helped push and pull the accordion at first, guiding Rabbit’s arms by pushing them and pulling them with his hands. Rabbit could feel the soft as a cloud feathers of Owl's crest pressing against the back of his head which distracted him greatly as he tried to concentrate on what was happening. Eventually though, Rabbit got the hang of how the instrument operated. Owl danced around the room as he had before, but this time he guided Rabbit along with him, swaying along with him as Rabbit practiced the intro to the song Owl had just played for him.

After a while the sun began to set and Rabbit reluctantly put a stop to their music lesson.

“It really is no trouble if you stay for dinner, you know.” Owl said insistently.

“I appreciate it really, but I must get back and get things ready for tomorrow. You know how it goes, the work is never done around the garden!” Rabbit said.

Owl opened the door and saw Rabbit out. Rabbit turned to Owl with a smile.

“Goodnight, Owl.”

Owl leaned forward and quickly gave a small love peck to Rabbit’s cheek. “Goodnight, Rabbit.”

Owl withdrew to his house and closed the door leaving Rabbit a flustered mess at his door. Rabbit dashed back to his house and sighed as he began to fix his supplies to make dinner. The accordion was from Italy, he was probably just saying farewell like they do! It was just his way of saying Ciao! That was what Rabbit convinced himself as he continued to fix dinner, trying desperately but failing to get the kiss out of his head.

#owlbit #rabbit (wtp) #owl (wtp) #winnie the pooh #fluff #fanfic #fanfiction #fan fiction

[ourdillo]

🎷📣 - Inoci

🙈 🕷️ - No Name

🚆 🍩 - Thomas

Oh great choices, actually! Thank you!

[INOCI.]

🎷 "Do they play instruments? Are they any good at it?"

Inoci is actually a gifted pianist and violinist! He learned to play the piano and violin after his first two years on earth while he was in his human disguise in Milan, Italy. He was fond of the sounds they made, as they reminded him of his late mothers beautiful hum that he would listen to in the days she was still around his old home. Thanks to his skills, it has made things easier for him to break the ice with anyone he is romantically interested in but also makes for a good distraction and disguise given how a hit is going. There are others he can play but not as good, the worst instrument for him is a flute cuz he just blows it without using his fingers.

📣 "How loud are they? What do they speak like? Got a calm voice?"

So he usually talks quite loud and energetic, often due to his mentality of life and how he views many things as a fun Saturday morning cartoon. Imagine someone who just won the lottery but was coherent with their speech! Now, saying this, he does actually have a calm voice but it's more mood depending. In an interrogation he's a lot calmer, sadistic and menacing with his words as that usually helps get the egg to crack. He can also talk calmly in an almost whisper when he's feeling romantic or seductive, this is only when he wants to set a mood however whether its the wholesome kind or the spicy kind. If he's close enough with a partner he will be his usual loud self but he also knows when to be calmer and more sugary sweet! If he can detect something is bothering his partner, he usually talks low and softly with a shoulder rub to help.

[NO NAME.]

🙈 "What's a side of your OC that they don't want to show other people?"

Ahh good question as No Name is an openly admitted furry, so what would he not want others to see? Well, it would be his strange obsession with the feeling of pudding against his chrome skin. Yes. I'm serious. No Name enjoys how it feels when pudding is gently caressed against him with his favourite locations being his pecs, abs and the face area of his head. It isn't at all sexual, but he's scared people would think it is. It's more a feeling of comfort and... safety for him, he can't explain it himself but it makes him feel more confident in himself. Now obviously he doesn't do it a lot as it's a bitch to wash off and then polish but after a hard case closed he may treat himself to a pudding massage! Also, if he lives with someone and there is pudding in the house, two cups may be missing. Also also, his favourite texture wise is berry pudding.

🕷️ "What is their biggest fear? Do they have any irrational/mundane fears?"

His biggest fear is never being good enough for those he cares for, it's why he's often so clingy and willing to help as he hopes it makes others view him as more than he does himself. Another fear is losing himself, I'd consider him morally grey but willing to do things a certain way to make the best outcome, but he sometimes worries about the possibility that he'd go down a dark path which is actually something he encountered during a dimensional rift. As for irrational/mundane, that's tough to say as he is very calm and stoic with his words and how he behaves but if i could think of one thing it would be mirror houses. He sees his own damn reflection so much, he's fine with mirrors but if he is surrounded by them he may actually crumble into a fetal position and hyperventilate.

[THOMAS.]

🚆"What is there answer to the trolley problem?'

So this is when the trolley is moved once the decision is made, yeah? If so, he would just lazily ask each individual person what their favourite flavour of chips would be and then asl them morality based questions. He would then choose the one person regardless as he feels more lives is better than one. Now, what if the one person is close to him? Then its tricky for him, as he would now have to actually use his brain and think. It depends on how much he loves and enjoys said person too, in the end it would either be a noble sacrifice or "fuck it" and kill others to save his friend/lover. NOW TAKING ASIDE ALL LOGIC he would legit just build a third set of tracks, tie himself down and then wait for some other shmuck to come by and start saying "pick me I enjoy Big Mouth" to further ensure he is chosen.

🍩"Favourite sweet treat?"

He would never answer this as he would just go into a blank and think about the universe, some sweet treats he enjoys would be chocolate, sprinkled donuts, your single OCs (ayy), ice cream and gummy bears. Now, if we were to take all those sweets and lay them down in front of his dumbass, which would he go for? The donut would smell good and catch his attention, but the chocolate especially if a little melted may make his mouth water... your single OCs would fluster him, which would be cooled off nicely by the ice cream which THEN would make the gummy bears taste even better. So, final answer? His favourite sweet is sugar. Just sugar. He will eat a bag of straight sugar. Why did I break all that down for a simple answer? Cuz Thomas is a man who speaks in simple single word phrases, so the fact I typed this much for him, which he never would consider typing or saying, is funny.

#oc ask blog #wilde you're my rp buddy so thank you so much for asking these specifically it was great #thomas is great

[shxwmaster]

     // i don’t think shaw is the kind of guy to invest time into learning anything musical aside from dance, but man, man that mental image of shaw and a cello makes me REALLY tempted JUST because it’s such a Good Look

#leave no trace ; ooc #( now listen. he would NOT know how to play ANY instrument or bother learning how to sing or any of that ) #( it's a waste of time. everything he does ; every skill he knows is to serve a greater purpose and that is his work as spymaster ) #( all his hobbies *mostly* serve in some way to further his career too ) #( draw good? good. go take field reports and sketch out the scene for reference ) #( u like birds? good. learn to be a falconer and use the hawks and falcons to send messages to other agents and do recon ) #( u like to dance? good. having good posture and set rhythm and strength to balance and run and maneuver is perfect for rogue things ) #( i mean i didn't make him a ballet dancer for nothing. the strength you build from ballet & the balance u learn is PERFECT for his work ) #( the only hobby of his that DOESN'T serve his overall career is whittling. but at least it involves a knife so a win by proxy ) #( anyways he wouldn't learn how to do anyhting musical cause it doesn't do anything in his favor. it's a waste of resources ) #( but shaw with a cello dude. shaw with a cello. )

[imaeraser]

Hi, I loved your ex-Admiral Reader joining the straw hats and U was wondering if you could make a part 2 where the reader and the Straw hats (separately) falling for the new reader.

Please and Thank you

🥰🥰🥰

Sounds great!

Luffy

At first, he thought that he was being friendly

Spending time with you, trying to make the Sunny as welcoming as possible, but then he started to get these warm fuzzy feelings

So he decided that he liked it, and spent even more time with you, but it only made it worse

It got so bad, that at one point he had to leave the room when you entered

When he talked about it to Nami and Robin, they just laughed

Then he got pouty and then demanded they tell him what they were laughing about

“You like them Luffy”

Of course, he likes you, he likes everyone on the crew. Then they had to explain to him that he was feeling romantic feelings

It all made sense, but he also got scared

He saw how love affects people and their careers. He wasn’t sure if he was ready to sacrifice that much for another person

But then Nami and Robin told him he already sacrificed so much for his crew

That’s when he decided he was gonna confess

Zoro

He was against you in the beginning

That’s why it didn't bother him when he wanted to spend more and more time with you. But it started to confuse him when he realized it wasn't to keep an eye on you

So he started to train more, but each time his mind drifted of it drifted off to you

Then he decided to (finally) take more showers, but while washing his hair, he found himself imagining your fingers rubbing his scalp

So he stopped taking showers (again)

Whatever he did, his mind drifted to you. How you would like something, what you would do if you were with him

So he opted to spend more time with you

This confused you, so when you asked he kinda blew up and talked about your allegiance. Of course, this made you sad, and seeing you sad made him realize that he screwed up. Later he talked to you in a hushed voice and apologized

I don’t think he’s the type to ask other people, but after yelling at you and apologizing (which he never does) he thinks it’s time to put down his pride

So when he talked to the boiz (I’m not sorry) they also laughed at him. Except for Luffy, Sanji, and Chopper. Luffy and Chopper were confused, and Sanji was making fun of him

This made him flushed, and as he was about to leave they pointed out the obvious, he liked you.

This made him even more flushed, and he slammed the door shut. But now that he knows what he is feeling, he can decide what to do

Nami

Was suspicious of you too

But as she spent more time with you, she realized that you were nice

So you guys started to stay up and talk about where you guys were from, dreams and aspirations, things you two wanted in the future. And of course about love, marriage, and kids. Just about everything

I think Nami would want to adopt two girls when she’s older. Just like Bellemare

She felt a fire bust in her chest when she saw your smile. She felt clouds split and the sunlight creep down her body when she saw you glance at her

And Nami is self-aware. You best believe that she knew what she was feeling

The knowledge made her shy away for a few days, but she realized that pushing you away wouldn’t make her happy

That means she put her flirtation on 10x

It did make you flustered— I mean a pretty lady hitting on you? Of course, you’re gonna be blushing

It’s mostly a series of compliments and dirty jokes added to the mix. But she didn’t confess for awhile

She didn’t want to disrupt the balance of the crew and was too scared to take the risk

But each time you talk to her, it makes her start to not care

Usopp

High-key scared of you

Was hiding behind Zoro as he interrogated you

But as he interrogated you, he realized that you were pretty nice

So he stopped hiding behind the human meat shield and decided to initiate contact himself

He was doing it to protect his crew… right?

Maybe at first, but he started to become interested in the person you are. Where you grew up, if you had any siblings, parents, dreams, and so on

Then he got addicted. He was a moth drawn to a flame, and he started to feel himself burn up— with love (It’s so cheesy, this is something I am sorry for)

He wanted to impress you. He would start to come up with all of these crazy gadgets

Sometimes he pranks you. He thinks you look cute when you’re mad

When he realized that he was feeling something romantic and not platonic— he went back to scared mode. Think of the stereotypical shy, cute, twiddling thumbs girl— yeah that's him

He keeps trying to confess, but then ends up chickening out

But after asking Franky for advice, he finally steeled his nerves

Sanji

Let’s just say that Sanji was a simp from the start

He may have been suspicious, but when he saw you his heartbeat unlike it had ever done before

It wasn't the usual feeling he got when he just saw a girl, it was something warmer

Of course, that made him want to explore it. Cue the excessive flirting

It honestly got kinda annoying, but once you guys started to talk about things that mattered (not him talking about how lovely you look) was when he started falling

And he fell hard

Sanji had never actually fallen for someone, so he got scared. That meant no more flirting, and him hiding when you entered the room

After you leave he holds his hand to his heart and breathes like he ran a mile

Poor Sanji, you give him butterflies. Too many butterflies

He wants to confess and get over it, but he finds himself getting lightheaded at the thought

Oh, there goes the blood

It gets so bad, that the crew has to take matters into their own hands

Chopper

He fell for you

Because you accidentally tripped him

(I’m not gonna make this romantic)

Robin

She was one of the only people who weren’t super suspicious

Instead, she took the time to get to know you better

When she got to see who you were, she couldn't help but start to fall for you

Make no mistake, Robin is very self-aware. When she started to get an inkling of feelings— she knew

But she likes to play oblivious. She’s good at masking her emotions. Plus, she doesn't want anything to change between you (except for the fact you don't kiss her yet)

She spends even more time with you now. She likes to read and do domestic things with you. She likes to imagine that you two live in a remote cottage

She likes to bring you tea when you read together

She wants to make a move, but she also doesn’t want to ruin what you guys already have

She likes to talk about her feelings with Nami

So every time you walk into the room, you catch Nami doing the wiggling eyebrows and Robin lightly slapping her arm

She just loves the way your brain works (as well as the way your lips look when they pull into a smile)

After enough pestering from Nami, she grabbed some flowers from her garden and decided to finally act on her feelings

Franky

You just started hanging out with him

Probably because he didn't care that you used to be in the navy

You would just watch him make things. And to be polite, he would let you try them out

Of course, this lead to you calling it amazing and boosting his ego

So he started to like when you were around

Then as a pastime, you two would get to know each other

That’s when he started to fall for you. He would start to notice the way your hair fell, and the way it caught the light

You became his muse. And all of a sudden, he's coming up with all of these crazy and brilliant inventions

No one noticed his growing crush on you, since you guys spent most of your time in his workspace, but one dinner the crew found him staring at you during dinner and tripping over himself

Cue the unnecessary teasing. He tries to cover it up as him being a pervert, but everyone knows that he is lying

Since he can’t convince anyone, he tries to convince himself. That means he starts to push you away

But when he starts to feel more empty, he owns up to his feelings and decides to change that

Brook

You would listen to his music

Listen, not just let it play the background

You always had this look of wonder in your eyes as you watched him

After getting to know him (which started by asking him how he learned so many instruments)

He likes the way you laughed and smiled, and… just do anything

He would start blushing when you would come up to him and talk. When he would see you across the room. When he would think about you… all the time

The crew started to notice but brushed it off as him being flattered by you being interested in his music

But when you guys weren’t doing something music-related, the two of you can be seen drinking tea or watching the ocean

He’s pretty self-aware, but he wants to deny it for a little while

But once the crew notices (due to his non-existent eyes following you) they push him to go after it. He’s been lonely for so long, it seems kinda weird for him

He also feels bad for liking you, since he’s dead and old

But he decided that you only live once, but in his instance twice

Jinbei

He was very suspicious of you

He didn't even want you to join. So he decided to keep an eye on you

That backfired

Because he started to notice how good you looked… doing everything. When he started asking you about yourself— boy he started sweating

He can’t get over how cute he thinks you are. Everything from how you look to how you act. The thumping of his heart can be heard by the fishes below

Cue the shifty eyes, twiddling thumbs, and flushed cheeks

He is honestly so cute. But of course, if anyone asks him what’s wrong, he’ll say he’s fine… sure

He tries to woo you by showing you his helmsman skills. If that doesn’t work he’ll tell you stories about Fishman island. If that doesn’t work… he’ll just listen to you and give his sage advice

The crew catches on quickly. He is just too obvious. That means incessant teasing from all of the members (excluding you)

Most of them find it ironic how he was telling Luffy it was a bad idea to let you on board, to think what it would be like to grab your hand with his webbed fingers

He’s self-aware, but he is also scared since he has never felt this way before

But after getting tired of the teasing, he decided he was gonna take you out for a swim… and whatever happens, happens (aka he’s preparing for a stuttering love confession)

#One piece #one piece x y/n #one piece x reader #one piece senario #one piece imagine #one piece self insert #brook one piece #sanji one piece #one piece franky #one piece zoro #one piece luffy #luffy #monkey d. luffy #vismoke sanji #zoro roronoa x reader #roronoa zoro #nami #cat burglar nami #nico robin #nico robin x reader #jinbei #jinbei x reader #Chopper #usopp #god usopp #luffy x reader #sanji x reader #nami x reader #usopp x reader #franky x reader

[cosmic-glow]

Hey, can I request itachi with an s/o that plays electric guitar.

Notes: But of course! Wow this had never crossed my mind and it can be very interesting, I'm already excited to write hehe. I hope you like it! Enjoy the reading ;)

Itachi with an s/o who play Eletric Guitar

Genrer: Soft headcanon.

Warnings: None, is pure cuteness<3

Pronouns: None.

Anime: Naruto.

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Before you even told him, he'd be suspicious if you let any sign slip.

Like noticing a keyring about that, a pick that fell out of your bag and you picked it up right away, or even just your fingers moving along with some music that was playing.

He also noticed how you pay attention and look fascinated when you pass in front of an instrument store. 

Of course, that's not how he guessed you played eletric guitar, no, but he'd already noticed that you were attracted to musical instruments.

Actually the story is a little funny, on the way to a mission you asked Itachi to stop for a while because you needed to buy something, he agreed and waited while he saw you enter the city's instrument store.

"Did you get what you needed yet?" he asked when you came back, "Yes, I got new strings for my guitar, one broke" was your reply. "Ah, so the weird loud sound Deidara heard a few days ago was coming from your room?" it was like a light bulb went on over Itachi's head, "That was an accident! I forgot to plug in my headphones when I went to play!" you quickly explained yourself. 

Itachi laughed at your revelation, "how long did you intend to hide this talent from me?" he soon asked curiously, "I wasn't hiding it.... There was just no reason to say, ..." .

Now Itachi wanted to hear you play, he argued that this way he would forgive you for keeping it from him (of course he was not angry and was only joking). 

You didn't mind, after all, you've been together for some time. (But if it bothered you, he wouldn't force you to do it)

In your room, after the mission, you played your favorite song for Itachi, who silently admired you.

Itachi loves you, and he loves music, so seeing you play the guitar so well touched his heart.

The Uchiha's gaze was one of pure love and admiration for you.

"How long have you been playing?"- he asks when the song ends.

He wants to know more about this hobby of yours, to accompany you in it, even though he doesn't play eletric guitar.

He needs to know what your favorite bands right now.

Now you have moments together where he is sitting reading a book and you are next to him playing something quieter. 

Please dedicate a song to Itachi and play it for him, he will feel so happy and loved <3

Sometimes he calls you guitarist or rockstar, an affectionate tease.

He will respect you if you ask him not to tell the other members about it. (Actually, he'd like to keep it private, as a little secret from the two of you).

One time you were playing and the headset got disconnected, generating a very loud sound all over the organization's hallway, the next day the members were saying things like "did you hear that strange sound last night?", "yes, it sounded like it came from someone's room, I got scared" but Itachi just said "I didn't hear anything strange last night, I slept normally", which confused all the members since Itachi was the lightest sleeper so obviously he would have woken up with the noise. As the members looked at each other in confusion he winked at you with a smile. 

Once he took your guitar and tried to play to cheer you up, because you were having a bad day. The sound was terrible, but seeing him pretending to play it right while singing made you laugh. 

Sometimes he is listening to a song and comments something like “you playing this song is so much better”.

Are you in need of a tuner, amplifier, a new pick or strings? Or would you even like a new eletric guitar? Just say so and the next day Itachi will show up with what you need (just don't ask how). 

Because he's not so interested in learning to play, that's how he participates and supports your hobby. Buying something you need, giving you feedback and praising your skills.

Anyway, he is very proud to have someone so interesting and talented by his side.

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[hereformcdonaldshonestly]

Can I request class 1-a having a new student and one day the hole class have to make a PowerPoint presentation and the new student makses on of the whole class but it's (for example that's why todoroki makes a good boyfriend and bonus points he is a cold and warm pack ) and then they say there is nothing I could find pozetief on mineta but who wants to date him anyway

I hope that makes sense

I’ll try my best!

Fluff 💖

PowerPoint Presentation On Why You Should Date Them!

All of Class 1-A!

For a school project, you had to make a presentation on something that everyone needed or needed to know. After about a week, it was finally your time to shine. "Hi everyone!" You say as you get your computer set up, everyone smiles and looks up at the projector screen. "Okay so this is the presentation I made and it's called "Why You Should Date The Students of Class 1-A at UA." You say as you point at the title. Everyone's eyes go wide, Aizawa doesn't care since it was his nap time. You heard him lay his head on his desk, so you continued.

The first person to show up was Yuga Aoyama! You started to read off the points, "okay so the first person is Yuga Aoyama!" You say as you point to him in the front, he smiles. "Number one, he has wonderful fashion sense! Like that's who you would want to go to for it, second, he can teach you french! Yes, it'll probably take some time but hey, you'll still learn it! And lastly, he is such a fun person to be around!" You look back at him and he's smiling more now, "thank you dearly (y/n), I knew I was that gorgeous on camera!" He says and you laugh.

You go to the next slide, this time it says Mina Ashido! "Next up is my dear friend, Mina Ashido!" You can hear Mina giggle, you smile and continue. "First, she's always there when you need her! She's goofy and lovable so that is a plus! Second, she is romantic! Like girl, it's amazing!" You exclaim, you can hear Mina and some others laugh. "Lastly, she is the best to go anywhere with! She is so sociable and fun that you'll automatically have a great time! Bonus points for her great style, girl send me some of those tips!" You say as you wink at her, she bursts out laughing.

As you continue onto the next slide, it shows up as Tsuyu Asui! On the slide, you include a cute photo of her and a frog. "Now onto Tsuyu Asui! For one, she's mature and responsible! Tsu is focused on her schoolwork and home life. Second, she is like a mom to everyone! She knows how to look after us and makes us feel at home." You smile, Tsu smiles at you and you can hear her go "ribbit" every now and then. "Lastly, she is loving and caring. Even at your weak point, she can help you and give you all the emotional support you need."

"Next up is Tenya Iida!" You say and you can see him blush slightly. "First reason is that he's incredibly smart! If you ever have a problem or even just need some extra help, he'll be amazing for that! Second, he works hard. He is so determined that he'll want to make sure you can achieve your goals as well. Lastly, he's humble. He'll admit his mistakes and the rare occasions when he is rude, that's boyfriend material, guys!" You say that laughing, his face goes even redder. "Bonus points for the fact that he loves study dates, hint hint!" You say as you wink.

The next slide is pastel pink and filled with bubble gifs. "Next up is Ochaco Uraraka! Number one, she's bubbly and loving! She is so friendly and can make a friend out of anyone! Second, she is always excited and loves to go out! Lastly, she may be a bit of an airhead, no pun intended," You giggled, "but she is such a friendly person and she's so empathic." You look back at the class and Uraraka is smiling widely, "I feel honored to be on the list!" She says, you laugh and continue on.

The next slide has thunderbolts all over it, and in those, it spells out "Denki Kaminari". "Okay, so this one is Denki Kaminari! He is super funny and sweet for starters, so that makes him an awesome person to hang around with! Secondly, he tends to joke around a lot and be playful, so automatically he's goofy!" You exclaim, you hear Denki laughing and saying "how did they know!" You laugh and continue, "lastly, he may be a bit of an airhead but he cares for all of his friends. He is such a sweet guy."

You smile, "next is Eijrou Kirishima!" Kirishima laughs and watches the presentation. "He is manly and a gentleman! He knows how to treat you right that's for sure!" Eijrou smiles, "Second, he is super loyal! I mean look at him, he's funny and can make friends with everyone he meets! Lastly, he's kind-hearted! He's super sweet and he is amazing to be around! I'm glad to call him my friend!" You say with a big smile. "Plus, his quirk can be useful in other activities if you know what I mean!" You say, winking. Everyone starts laughing, "nice one (y/n)!" Kirishima calls out to you.

"Next is Koji Koda! For one, he can teach you sign language! It may not seem like a lot, but it can be really useful to know! Second, he's kind-hearted as well! He's super sweet, he's shy but that doesn't stop him from being kind and a good friend. Lastly, he loves animals! Everyone loves an animal person, he's great with them and it's such a cute sight to see as well!" You pause before going on, you spot Koji, he's smiling and clapping. You smile and continue onto the next slide.

"Next up is Rikkido Sato! For starters, he loves to bake! And that's an amazing trait because imagine all of the desserts you can eat! Next is that he is sweet! Just like his desserts, he's super sweet and kind! Lastly, he's a very positive person! He has a good attitude about everything and it's adorable!" You smile, and Rikkido smiles at you.

A picture of Mezo Shoji and him with his friends, you included, shows up on the slide. "Next is Mezo Shoji! One, he's super protective of his friends! It shows how much he cares and loves his friends. Two, he is kind and can make friends with everyone. Thirdly, he is selfless. Which means he's willing to risk his life for any of his friends." Shoji smiles, "thank you (y/n)."

"Next is Kyoka Jiro! She is usually very social, except for when Denki bothers her." You laugh and Kyoka laughs as well, and nods "that's true honestly." You continue on, "second, she has great taste in music! She has a mixture of different bands she listens to, and then she'll even try some new ones for you! Thirdly, she can play different instruments! I find that amazing and she can even teach you how to play them!"

"Now we have Hanta Sero, he's very sociable and friendly! He is also quite funny and I have to say, he might be the funniest out of everyone in here!" Sero starts laughing, "you got that right!" You laugh and go on, "lastly, he's brave! He'll make sure to keep you safe and he's willing to step in for you."

"Now we have Fumikage Tokyami, he is protective of his friends! He will step in and make sure they're okay. Second, he has self-control. This may not seem like a big thing, he knows his limits and he can stay patient. Third and finally, he is very brave! Yes, he's shy but he's brave." Tokyami nods and watches the presentation.

A picture of Katy Perry's "Hot and Cold" shows up on the next slide, everyone giggles, and chuckles. "If you didn't guess from that, it's Shoto Todoroki! He is very calm and collected, he stays calm during stressful situations. He tends to care very much for his friends and values them very deeply, and lastly, he tends to put them first. He's grown a lot from when he first started, he's becoming more sociable!" You say, Shoto slightly smiles and nods. "Plus he makes a great heating pad and an ice pack if you need it!" You say laughing, others join in.

"Next we have our favorite invisible girl, Toru Hagakure! For one, she's super bubbly and overall a very positive person! Second, she likes to collect plushies and other cute things, so that means you'll have a shopping buddy! You have to invite me at some point girl!" You say, she laughs, "for sure (y/n)!" You look back up at the screen, "then finally, she can easily make friends and super sociable! She's such a sweet person!"

You laugh and change the slide, "now the one and only, angry pomeranian, Katsuki Bakugou!" Katsuki frowns, "hey dumbass that's not funny!" You laugh and continue, "yes he is very hot-headed, but he is protective over his friends. Second, he is very determined to do good, he'll push you just because he wants to see you achieve your goals. Lastly, he may have pride but he does have his sweet moments. I've only gotten to experience them every now and then but he truly is a good friend, angry or not." You say with a smile, everyone starts going "aww" and Katsuki's face goes beet red. "I- Thanks dumbass." He says quietly.

"Now onto our favorite broccoli boy, Izuku Midoriya!" You exclaim, "first off, he's super sweet! Like just look at him!" You say pointing to Izuku, he blushes and smiles. "Second, if there's anything you want to know about heroes, that's the man to go to! And lastly, he cares for his friends so much. He loves them and will do anything for them, he honestly just wants the best for them." Izuku smiles, "plus if you ever want some cute dates, that's who you go to!" You exclaim.

You frown as you move onto the next slide, "okay so Mr. Grape Pervert, or known as Minoru Mineta. " You clear your throat with the *ahem* sound, "there's nothing good about him so next!" Minoru frowns as everyone laughs.

You smile, "and our last slide is about Momo Yaoyorozu! She is a natural leader, so definitely determined and focused! She encourages you and helps you out, she wants you to be the best you can be! And finally, she is a really great person. She's an amazing friend and always wants the best for you!" Momo smiles, "thank you (y/n)!" You smile and close your computer. "This was my presentation on why you should date the students of class 1-A. I really hope you did enjoy it! I meant it, you all, besides Mineta, are wonderful people. I'm so glad to have you as friends." You say, smiling.

I hope you enjoyed it! This took FOREVER!

I hope you have a great day!

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[logan-sanders-enthusiast]

okay i had to think of something but

logince (obviously what else) and something space or music related? idk this is very vague 😅

and congrats on 600 dude!

Another Song

Pairing: Logince

Words: 2045

Warnings: None that I can think of, let me know if there are any!

Summary: Roman, the god of music is often overlooked in terms of importance, but upon meeting quite a beautiful deity at a solstice celebration, things could change for him.

Notes: I should be studying sdfghjgfdsfghs

Another year, another solstice, another song.

Roman plucked idly at his lyre, the occasional individual coming up to inspect him and his music curiously. Some stuck around for a few songs, but no one stuck around for too long, perhaps they were more interested in the god of the skies, or the goddess of war, maybe they preferred the deity of wintertime or the gods of the sun. He didn’t know.

He wasn’t the most interesting of the deities, but he liked to think he was important. He brought melody to tradition, and strung the growing world in the strings of his instrument, lavishing lyrics like poetry to each lover and every moment.

Don’t get him wrong, outside of celebrations like these, he was revered. Hundreds would gather to listen to his voice, cheering for him and his melodic creations. However, next to the other deities, he was often overlooked, taken as nothing more than simple background noise.

Roman wondered to himself why he even bothered showing up anymore, as he played a simple song to his audience of two satyrs and a nymph who had been not so subtly trying to get his attention all night. He rarely felt appreciated amongst his fellow deities. Long ago, he knew all of them personally, and they showed their appreciation for him so often the attention almost annoyed him. Now his melody had gotten old, and no one seemed to care for the god of music anymore.

Roman sensed another presence join his crowd as one of the satyrs left, seemingly becoming distracted by a passing naiad. He spared a glance up from his lyre to see who had joined the dwindling crowd and his hands seemed to slip on the strings.

He was gorgeous to say the least. With hair that was dark and wavy and long, pulled back neatly into a small bun at the back of his head while a few neat strands fell in his eyes which shined beautifully in the light of the moon overhead and the candles suspended around them. His skin looked like it was glowing, with freckles that stood out like stars scattered on his arms and face. Even his clothing seemed to hang delicately around his frame, as if afraid that it would constrict too much of such a breath-taking being.

Roman had only seen this deity a few times before, never learning his name or title. He hardly remembered him, though the intelligence behind those stunning eyes suggested that he had existed just as long as he had.

The deity chuckled quietly, a beautiful rumbling sound, “I didn’t come over here for you to admire me you know”

Roman blushed, having been caught staring, “My apologies,” he replied with a small smile, “Your beauty caught me off guard”

The deity smiled a little and shook his head slightly, motioning towards Roman’s lyre, “Play something, oh great god of melody” he responded, a hint of sarcasm on his tone.

Roman was happy to oblige, weaving together a completely new melody as he strummed his lyre, “I don’t believe I’ve seen you here before,” He spoke to the deity, “If you don’t mind me asking, who are you?”

“You have seen me, whether you know it or not. I live amongst the sky, beside the moon,” The god of the stars spoke slowly and Roman could feel himself becoming addicted to his voice, how deep and smooth it was, he was sure he could sing a thousand songs and never once sound as sweet.

“Tell me your name,” Roman said, disregarding the rest of his audience completely, choosing to only focus on the person in front of him.

“Logan,” he replied simply. Roman fell in love with his name.

“Logan, god of the stars, I dedicate this melody in your honour,” Roman responded with a smile, strumming his lyre in a new pattern as he summoned an invisible harmony of instruments.

Not once throughout the song did Logan ever take his eyes off of Roman. He drank in his image and melody with such rapt attention, like he was studying him. Others gathered around to watch the god play, suddenly intrigued by the meaning in his song, but Roman played only for Logan.

Roman’s music was power. He could change the very fabric of someone’s mind, he could drive people insane, make people fall in love, make people feel pain, happiness, lust, fear, but this song carried none of that. No, this song was raw, this melody was lonely.

Logan didn’t clap along with the audience at the end of the song, but his eyes gave everything away. The crowd dispersed after the melody faded out and Logan walked up to Roman, something shining in his eyes, “Come with me, I want to show you something” Once again, Roman happily obliged.

He took Logan’s hand, and together they left the crowded venue, away from the mass of deities and other creatures alike. The walk could have taken years and neither would have noticed.

They ended up in a clearing covered in grass and surrounded by trees, painted in the pale moonlight. Logan sat in the middle of the clearing and Roman did the same, both of them gazing up at the sky.

There were no stars in the sky tonight, each and every one of them were sitting right next to him, gazing up at the empty void that they were created to fill. They both sat in silence for a while, just drinking in each other’s presence. Roman hadn’t let go of Logan’s hand, and couldn’t for the life of him figure out why.

After a while, Logan pointed up at the sky “I live up there you know, right next to the moon. I look down on this part of the Earth each night” he said quietly

“You’re beautiful,” Roman replied, matching his quiet tone.

“I’m lonely,” Logan said softly, shaking his head at Roman’s statement, “We’re so different, the two of us. You have an audience and I have the sky”

“You have the moon”

“She does not listen,” Logan replied sadly “She outshines me each night. She is much more beautiful than I am”

Roman shook his head “You are lonely, so am I. We’d make a good team”

“I belong in the sky Roman,” Logan responded, his emotion showing through in his hushed tone. Roman didn’t ask him how he knew his name, “And you belong here, on Earth, in the air and melody and ears of the people”

“You deserve to be heard”

“The stars don’t speak”

Roman cupped Logan’s cheeks, turning to face him so their faces were only inches apart. He could feel Logan’s breath cascading down his face and neck, it almost made him shiver “If you can’t speak then why do you talk to me here. I see you; I feel you; I hear you, don’t I? I’m not looking at the moon, she does not outshine you, not tonight, not to me”

Logan leaned into the touch, bumping their foreheads together as a silvery tear slipped down his cheek. The stayed there like this for what felt like hours, listening to one another breathe gently, knowing each other as if they had known each other for eons.

It was Logan who shakily broke the silence “I don’t want to go back there,” he said, taking a deep shaky breath “I’m afraid to be alone again”

Roman shook his head “You won’t be alone. I’ll play to you each night. Every night I shall dedicate to you a new melody. I will never look at the moon again if that’s what it takes”

Logan drew another, steadier breath “God of music, you are too kind to someone like me”

Roman smiled, breathing in time with him “God of the stars, you are too bright to be outshined”

~*~

They stayed together in silence until dawn, when the two tearfully parted ways with Logan disappearing off into the sky to serve another lonely sentence in an everlasting night.

You should have heard the chatter and gossip amongst the people at Roman’s return. Stories of him disappearing off with the god of the stars were swapped around by immortals and mortals alike. Roman didn’t pay any of them any mind, and brushed off the mostly exaggerated tales with ease.

He kept his promise of course, coming out each night under the starlight to play a new melody. He couldn’t hear Logan, or feel him, but he saw him. He saw his smiles under the constellation, saw him listen to each new song in the shine of the stars, saw him blush and cry and dance as he played each new melody night after night after night. Never once did he look or play to the moon, but he was sure she didn’t mind. She had thousands of people singing for her and cheering for her each night, Roman sang only for Logan.

As the months went by, many people took a chance at taking his hand in their own, and Roman turned down each and every one. He had a lover in the sky, a lover far far from him. A lover who he saw every night. A lover he could confide in, a lover he could trust. He had fallen in love with the very stars he was made of.

Roman wouldn’t have had it any other way

~*~

Another night, another solstice, another song.

Roman walked into the familiar clearing with his lyre in hand, whistling to himself idly with a slight spring in his step as he walked to the spot he and Logan had sat together many years ago on this day “Sorry I’m later than usual my love,” Roman called out to the sky “My brother misplaced my instrument again and well, you know how he is, so-“ Roman was cut off when he looked up at the sky. There was not a single star to be seen, not a tiny pinprick of light. The sky was all empty.

Roman furrowed his brow “Love? Are you there?” He called out, but no answer came, and no stars revealed themselves “Where have you gone?” This was… odd. There were always stars in the sky, there was never a night without them. Sure, occasionally there were fewer but never none altogether.

Roman sighed, sitting down in the middle of the clearing, gazing up at the blankness of the night sky. This was definitely unlike him. He readied his lyre, waiting for something, anything. But as the moments stretched on, no stars appeared.

After a while, Roman began idly plucking the strings on his lyre, singing some soft forgotten melody sung an age ago. He dedicated the song to the same person he always had, of course he would keep his promise whether he was there or not. He couldn’t see him, he couldn’t feel him, he couldn’t hear him, but he certainly could love him.

As the song stretched on, he felt the presence of another voice, a deeper, smoother tone, and the weight of a familiar arm around him as another person took a seat next to him.

Roman’s breath hitched and his voice faltered, but that was okay, Logan kept singing as Roman played along the melody. He leaned into the touch of the man that he loved, taking a deep breath as the melody they made stretched on into the night.

Logan smiled softly at Roman once the song had ended, taking both of his hands in his own “I don’t think I’m quite as lonely anymore” he said, barely a whisper.

Roman laughed as tears slipped down his cheeks and pulled Logan closer, closing the gap between the two of them finally after all these years.

He didn’t care about the surge of rumours that appeared after Logan had stayed with him for the night, he didn’t care about how people had suddenly started to notice how he played for the stars and followed his example, he didn’t care how people listened, how people saw him and heard him.

It was another year, another solstice, another song, and after all this time the stars had come down from the sky to sing alongside him.

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[writingdumpsite]

That’s because she’s shy (g.w.)

Summary: George Weasley doesn’t think you fancy him and decides to prove his point. What he doesn’t see coming is your reaction.

pairing: George Weasley x fem!Reader

words: 3k

A/N: just something I wrote these last days inspired by some lines from one of my favourite films. yes, a couple of days ago I rewatched Pride and Prejudice for the millionth time and the scene where Darcy proposes to Lizzie hit as hard as usual.

   “Oh c’mon George! Can you please stop looking at her and listen to what I’m trying to tell you?” Fred groaned once he’s seen his twin brother staring at her, yet again. But George couldn’t help but stare at the entrance of the Great Hall. To be completely honest, he thought she was one of the most beautiful girls he’s ever met. She was talking to Hermione, too focused on her to sense his piercing eyes on her figure. Her soft features seemed even softer thanks to the light that invaded the Great Hall. Her eyes were shining while discussing animatedly with Hermione. George supposed it was something rather interesting. At some point – he couldn’t tell when, though – she has even started gesticulating.

A loud smack on the back of his head brought George back to reality. When he turned his head towards a smirking Fred he felt his cheeks reddening. Fred was not the only one smirking but Harry, Ron and Lee were there, too. The knowing looks were enough for George to be sure he wasn’t getting away with some lame excuse. But he stayed silent, not exactly knowing what to say to his friends. And now that he thought it through, what was he supposed to say? That he fancied Y/N? That seemed pretty obvious. Harry and Ron chuckled but decided not to torment him any further. Instead, they excused themselves and went to their next class.

  The silence made him feel uncomfortable but he didn't want to speak first. George sighed in relief when Lee finally decided to open his mouth. “Don’t you think it’s time to say something to that poor soul?” The boy shook his head “I don’t think she fancies me. I mean, we’ve known each other for years. All I've been doing for months now is flirt with her any chance I get.”

“Are you sure you’re flirting? Eye contact and light touches here and there aren’t enough sometimes” Lee nodded at Fred’s words. And deep down George knew his twin was right, that he should tell you instead of subtly flirting once or twice a week. It’s not that difficult. Once you find her alone, you take her somewhere more private and shoot your shot. The plan in his head, though simple, seemed rather effective.

  But she was so out of his league, even for the most famous prankster of the entire school. So smart, genuine and kind that nobody was worth her undivided attention. Her grades were stellar and the hobbies she had were unparalleled and far from George’s. She was an artist. In her free time, she was always doing something creative, like reading, playing an instrument or knitting. He knew that because he has been bothering Hermione to get to know pretty much anything he could on her .

  He didn't notice the girl turning her head towards the boys at the Gryffindor table. Y/N is quick to catch George's eyes and shoot him a gracious smile. Oh c’mon you idiot, do something. She’s flirting, she’s definitely flirting is all is repeating to himself. But before he could wave at her, she starts to approach the boys at the table, Hermione right behind her.

  “Hello boys” she greeted them with the same smile she shot George a minute ago. With that, the idea of her flirting with him faded together with his hope of being his type. Again.

He didn’t pay attention to the greetings she received and avoided the conversation she started with Fred and Lee. Until she said the word “cracker”. His eyes shot up to the girl in time to catch the remaining of the discourse. “My cousin sent me some crackers after I told him about the situation with the Umbridge. They’re nothing like yours, of course, but I reckon the pink toad knows nothing about how these muggle ones work.” The conversation went on for a couple of minutes. She told them how to use them and George found himself mesmerized by the girl’s knowledge on the topic. “I’m not a fan of crackers and I'm not going  to use them so if you ever needed them, let me know. I’ll be more than happy to get rid of them.”

She was out of sight when Fred cleared his throat and announced to his twin that if he didn’t ask her out soon, he would. George laughed at that but knew that he needed to end his agony. He spent all day pondering the options on the matter but they seemed so stupid the more he went through them.

It was at dinner that Ron suggested something interesting. “You could always try and make her jealous. You know, you could pretend to date some random girl and see her reaction”. At first, George thought it was a bad idea. He would have to convince someone to pretend to date him. But he also thought that, if the plan worked, Y/N would make a move on him, tell him that she's always fancied him. And they’d finally be together. But if that didn’t happen, if she didn’t show interest at all, that would hurt him even more. Yet, the more he considered the plan, the more he convinced himself that was the right thing to do. So the next day he asked his good friend Alicia to fake-date in front of Y/N next Monday at breakfast.

George needed to get a reaction from the girl. He wanted to know if what he felt for Y/N was unrequited ad he had to give up and forget her, or if she fancied him as well.

What he wasn’t aware of was that Y/N has fancied George for a while. Yet, if he looked for proof, he wouldn’t find any. She was pretty good at disguising her feelings as kind gestures, such as smiling or waving. She sometimes would try and speak to him alone, laugh at his jokes or ask questions if she was chatty that day. And that wasn’t flirting, was it? Plus, everyone knew she was always the quiet one who didn't mean to sound flirtatious. She was aware that she was shy and not good at showing affection to her loved ones. So, she never considered she was acting like a flirt. She was sure she was being rather subtle with her pining but she was wrong, of course. On that day, Hermione explained what she knew about flirting and dating. She resolved, what Y/N was doing was flirting, even if almost non-existent. After that, it didn’t take long for the bright witch to learn what Y/N felt for George Weasley. And that lead to hours of telling her to confess, to make a move, to make it crystal clear that she fancied the prankster. Otherwise, someone else would find a way to his heart.

The process lasted less than imagined. Only a couple of days of distracted expressions and head in the clouds. It also coincided with the weekend and Y/N was not planning on crying her eyes out because of a boy. So, she postponed the whole “profess-your-feelings-to-George” idea to Monday. She was sure that having time to let everything sink in would be good.

All weekend Y/N expected second thoughts or any other impediment to happen. But on Monday morning, there was nothing that could prevent her from her original plans. So, nervously, she got changed and mentally prepared herself to face George.

“So, are you going to do it?” asked Hermione as soon as Y/N met her in the Great Hall. “If it’s of any help, Ron and Harry told me George has been talking non-stop about you for weeks. I'm pretty sure he likes you.” Y/N smiled and tried to stay calm, but everything inside her was screaming. “I’m not sure I’m ready but I'm doing it anyway.” she stated. Then, she took a big breath a continued on a funnier note. “And if it goes wrong I’ll drown myself in the huge pile of homework we have to do”. Hermione laughed and then patted her shoulder to show her support. “I’ll be here in case you need me”. Y/N ’s face softened at her friend's words. After taking another big breath, she stepped into the crowded Great Hall.

Her eyes meticulously scanned all the faces in search of George but it seemed like he wasn’t there.That’s odd, he’s never late for breakfast she thought. Fred was already there, surrounded by everyone she could think of, except for the one she was looking for. Maybe it was a sign. Maybe it wasn’t meant to be. Maybe some kind of guardian angel was trying to send the message that it was not a good day to profess her feelings.

She went back to reality when someone lightly bumped into her shoulder. Y/N ’s eyes, until that moment, fixed on the Gryffindor table, landed on the couple who passed her. They were holding hands and Y/N couldn’t help herself imagining what holding hands would be like with George. But she didn’t have the time to indulge too much in the thought because something ginger caught her eyes. The “something” turned out to be George’s hair.

All she wanted to do was to divert her gaze, forget what she was going to do that morning. But her eyes seemed glued to the scene unfolding in front of her and incapable of focusing on anything else. The couple was now standing mere feet away from her and George was leaning in, as if he wanted to kiss the girl. In the end it was a simple kiss on her forehead but the act itself was enough for her. Y/N felt her heart sinking and before she could do anything to prevent it, tears formed in her eyes. And the more she saw, the more she wanted to slap herself. How could she be so naïve and mistake some kind gestures for interest? George was being so nice to her because it was in his nature and because she hung with his little brother’s friends a lot. How could she not see it?

She was so focused on the scene in front of her. So much that she didn’t notice the tears starting to stream down her face or George’s head turning towards her. But she wasn’t going to show him any of her feelings, so she turned around and run out of the Great Hall as fast as she could. Her run came to an end when something – or rather, someone – pulled her robes and made her turn around. Hermione was now standing in front of her, a sad expression on her face, and Y/N knew that her friend knew. She still wanted to say something, anything to try and justify her run but couldn’t. Instead, she felt her cheeks turning even redder and new tears forming. She had no idea how it happened but a moment later, she felt Hermione's arm around her. And as her head fell on her shoulder, she started sobbing.

Where did it go wrong? Were they happy tears or sad tears? You idiot, obviously they were not happy tears. George couldn’t shake Y/N ’s tear-stained face out of his mind. He wasn’t expecting this reaction. He didn’t do anything completely wrong, either. He didn’t snog Alicia or proposed to her in front of Y/N , he simply kissed her forehead. That meant nothing, either for him or for Alicia. He did what he did to prove his point that Y/N didn’t fancy him. To get a reaction, to see what she felt. He was so sure she would understand that and make a move, it didn’t matter if good or bad.

“So, how did it go?” asked Ron when George took a seat next to him. Across from him, Fred and Lee stopped planning their next prank and turned their head to hear George. He was still studying Y/N ’s reaction, pondering words as not to sound more confused than he already was. “I didn't think I'd made her cry” blurted out the boy, pouring himself a goblet of juice. But before anyone could make any type of comments he added “I’m not sure if that was the reaction I was looking for, though”. “Well, now you’ll understand if she fancies you or not” stated calmly Ron “And decide whether what you’ve been doing for months was flirting or pining” added a smirking Fred.

“Excuse me?” Hermione’s voice snapped behind George. The boy went white as he realised Hermione has been there long enough to find out about the plan. One by one, the other boys decided it was best to return to their breakfasts. That left George to deal with the girl alone. He could see she was fuming so thought it best to stare at her, letting her rant about how stupid the whole idea was. “How could you do that to her? She’s a sobbing mess because you didn’t have the guts to confess your feelings. Among all the options you had, you chose to risk hurting her to not deal with your heart being broken. I wonder why she fancies you. Yes, she should have admitted her feelings for you as well, but she didn’t do something like this just to get a reaction.” The whole situation, Hermione lecturing him, made George feel like a young boy again. Always trying to defend himself when accused of something. But at that times, it never mattered whether it was his fault or not. This clearly wasn’t the case.

“I didn’t know what to do. I panicked because she’s so out of my league. And I didn’t want to make a fool of myself in case she wasn’t interested.” he tried to resonate with Hermione, wording out loud the thoughts that have been floating in his mind for weeks. But the moment he spoke, he came to the conclusion that the whole plan was stupid. “Plus, it seemed like she was completely indifferent to me and my flirting” that was his last resort. Blaming her for not noticing all along only angered Hermione more. “That’s because she’s shy. Y/N hardly shows her true feelings for me. We’ve been friends for years now and I have seen her cry only once when she got bad news from home." An uncomfortable silence fell and George could see Hermione pondering her next words. "Also, if it is of any consolation,  a couple of day ago I found out she likes you.” George stayed silent, letting Hermione’s words sink in his brain. “I really fucked up” was all he admitted before getting up and running out of the Great Hall to find Y/N .

“There you are. Ron thought you might be here but I wasn’t sure I should listen to his suggestions this time.” George has been looking all day for the girl, but it seemed impossible. She always managed to find alternative ways to go to class to avoid him but they both knew she couldn’t hide forever. When she didn’t show up for dinner, Ron hinted at Y/N ’s favourite spot. And there they were, right outside one of the greenhouses.

Y/N didn’t have the strength to find an excuse to sneak away. She was exhausted, both mentally and physically after hiding from him all day. At this point, whatever he needed to tell her, she was ready. “What do you need?” she sounded tired and even a little unpolite but she didn’t care. She forced herself to look up at George’s face. Sparkling eyes and a loving smile looking at her. George  

“I’d like to apologize for how I behaved this morning. Alicia and I are not dating, we’re just friends. I actually asked her to help me. That scene this morning was supposed to get some kind of reaction out of you, I never wanted to hurt your feelings.” he stopped to catch his breath. He’d never admit it to anyone but he has been rehearsing this whole speech all day so that he wouldn’t make mistakes. Y/N smiled and nodded weakly, encouraging him to continue. “The thing is that I like you, a lot. And I've tried so hard to make it obvious but it didn’t work. I know I am out of your league. I mean, you’re gorgeous, kind, talented and smart, but I’d be honoured if you’d go out with me”. He couldn’t believe he said that. It was a piece of cake, why didn’t he do it sooner? Silence fell between the two, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. George knew Y/N was thinking it through. He didn’t want to pressure her further and so turned around and mentally prayed that everything would turn out fine.  

“You know, it hurt. A lot. Today I wanted to tell you the very same thing you told me. But what hurt wasn’t the act itself but the fact that I thought I was late to tell you that I liked you.” George turned to face the girl, who was now smiling. “All day, I've wanted to slap myself because of that. It seemed like, the only time I decide to speak clearly about my feelings and overcome my shyness, I get there late. So, it’s me who’d be honoured to go out with you” her smile was wider now. And though it was dark outside, George saw her cheeks turn red. “Friday night it is then. It’s a date.” it was difficult to contain the happiness now. Before he could stop himself, he felt his arms wrap around Y/N’s figure in a tight hug. The girl grinned and reciprocated. “It’s a date, then” she confirmed and lost herself in George’s arms.

#writing #george weasley #george weasley x you #george weasley x reader #george weasley oneshot #harry potter

[mimisempai]

I can read you like an open book

Summary:

5 times where Loki refuses to see that he has been found out by Mobius and once where he accepts it

Lokius has so much potential. How not to be tempted?

🌈 Happy Pride month ! 🌈

To celebrate, 1 day, 1 story.

Be ready for smiles, laugh, fluff, tooth rotthing fluff, positive vibes and a lot of love!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32034121

1798 words - Rating G

1.

"I'm Agent Mobius, by the way."

I don't care about your name. I'm Loki, God of Mischief, you moron!

The man with the ridiculous mustache looked suspiciously innocent.

Loki asked him in his most indifferent tone, "Are you taking me somewhere to kill me?"

The man, Mobius, answered in the quietest way possible, "No. That's where you just were. I'm taking you some place to talk."

Loki harrumphed and retorted, "I don't like to talk.

Without losing his smile, Mobius replied, "But you do like to lie, which you just did."

Seeing that Loki didn't bother to answer, he continued, a cheeky sparkle in his eye, "Because we both know you love to talk."

He had the audacity to add, emphasizing his words with his hands, "Talkie-talkie."

Loki was boiling inside, but he wouldn't allow this jerk to see his anger.

How could this fool have seen through to him? No way!

Yes he liked to talk! So what? He had a voice so he might as well use it. At least he never said stupid things.

Sure, he liked to twist the truth, but when you're the god of mischief, was that so surprising?

Anyway, nobody had discovered his biggest secret, his biggest lie, that was the most important.

He discreetly scanned the man in front of him who now seemed a little less inoffensive.

2.

They were in a room devoid of any decor, sitting face to face, separated by a table.

Loki decided to attack. He could be accused of lying, but not of not facing the truth.

He asked Mobius with a defiant look, "What do you want from me?"

Mobius inhaled, as if to give himself courage, "Well, let's start with a little cooperation."

No, that's not going to happen, buddy.

Loki was a god and a god doesn't cooperate.

He replied with a smirk, "Not my forte.

There he was again, that piercing blue-gray gaze that seemed to see much more than Loki believed. Accompanied by that smile that gauged him.

"Really?"

Mobius paused and for a moment Loki thought he knew how to stage himself as well as Loki.

The rascal continued, "Even when you're wooing someone powerful you intend to betray?"

How could he know that? Nobody knew about Thanos! Even Thor didn't know about it!

Don't show anything Loki! Don't show him he's right.

The bastard insisted, as if it were insignificant. "Come on."

Loki, took his most superior and closed look before answering.

"You don't know anything about me."

That's it, move on you moron!

"Maybe I'd like to learn."

What?

What does he mean, he'd like to learn?

No way, Loki wouldn't be fooled.

No one really wanted to know who Loki was.

Those who wanted to know him only wanted it to get something out of him.

He wouldn't be fooled by that smile and that look. Even though...

He shook his head not to let such thoughts linger

3.

Since Mobius seemed to want to know his theory so badly, Loki was more than happy to explain it to him, it was time to show off as much as he could with his jumpsuit.

He straightened his head and said in an emphatic tone, "For nearly every living thing, choice breeds shame and uncertainty and regret. There's a fork in every road, yet the wrong path is always taken."

He looked at Mobius defiantly.

So you're not such a smartass now, huh?

"Good. Yeah."

He had the nerve!

Loki was right not to believe that this man really wanted to know him, it was just to taunt him and put him in his place.

Mobius continued, "You said nearly every living thing ," he paused, and once again his eyes seemed to see further than Loki wanted to show.

He added, cheekily, "so I'm guessing you don't fall into that category?

Show nothing. Show nothing.

You didn't expect anything, Loki, so you're not disappointed.

Loki began to snicker. Sarcasm, one of his favorite weapons.

"The Time-Keepers have built quite the circus, and I see the clowns are playing their parts to perfection."

In case you didn't understand, I'm talking about you, the clown, that's you, buffoon!

Mobius started to laugh. A totally genuine laugh.

"Big metaphor guy. I love it."

Genuine but derisive of course.

The rascal continued, "Makes you sound super smart."

Loki couldn't let it go and retorted, "I am smart."

"I know."

Two words, and the tone was no longer taunting.

I know.

Two words said in a firm voice, without a smile, with an intense look in his eyes.

I know.

For once Loki didn't bother to wrap his words in circumlocutions, too disturbed by the implication of those two words. He simply replied, "Okay."

4.

Loki didn't know what Mobius' goal was in showing him his failures, but if it was to piss him off, he had achieved it, yet Loki was not going to show him.

Just as he was not going to show him how his questions affected him.

"Do you enjoy hurting people?"

No.

"Making them feel small?

No .

"Making them feel afraid?"

No. Stop. Answer him Loki.

"Your games don't frighten me."

But Mobius didn't seem to want to stop.

"Making them feel little?"

Loki couldn't help but retort with more vehemence, "I know what I am."

Mobius raised an eyebrow and asked defiantly, "A murderer?"

Knowing that if he let go, he would show Mobius how much he was affected by what he said, Loki shot back, "A liberator."

And the man had the audacity to reply, "Of eyeballs, maybe."

His words were accompanied on the screen by a video that showed Loki cutting out a man's eye.

Mobius continued, "Look at that smile. You are enjoying that. Did you enjoy hurting them?"

No. No. No. It was the mind stone. It wasn't me.

No! Shut up Loki! No one can know, not even him, get a grip!

Chin up, straight face, sardonic smile.

"I don't have to play this game. I'm a god."

Yes, that's what I am, a god. You won't take that away from me.

"Of what, again? Mischief, right?"

So what? I may not summon thunder, but I am powerful. In my own way.

The man then added, "Yeah. I don't see anything very mischievous about this."

Of course, since it wasn't him. But how could he tell anyone that he, the great Loki, had been under the influence of someone, that he had been manipulated by a stone.

He replied in a bitter voice, "No, I don't suppose you do."

Mobius sighed. He seemed almost disappointed.

Loki wondered why he felt a tightness in his chest. The same one he felt every time he knew he had disappointed his mother. The difference was that he had only known Mobius for a few hours.

5.

Loki was devastated.

His mother had died. She had died by his hand. At least because of him.

Mobius had continued to confront him with his failings.

Sitting on the floor, Loki no longer had the strength to stand up or fight back.

"You weren't born to be king, Loki."

Of course I was.

Even he was beginning not to believe it anymore.

"You were born to cause pain and suffering and death. That's how it is, that's how it was, that's how it will be. All so that others can achieve their best versions of themselves."

He looked up at the screen where the Avengers were displayed one by one. The instruments of his defeat. The defeat he felt burning right now.

He asked with a broken voice, "What is this place?"

Mobius didn't answer, just walked over and held out his hand and said, "Come on."

No more taunting in his voice, no more mockery, just compassion? Loki looked up to see if what he heard in the voice was showing on the other man's face.

He read the same compassion.

Weakened by what he had just discovered about his mother, Loki found himself wanting to grasp that hand, to believe what he read in those eyes.  For a moment, he listened to himself, grabbed the hand and stood up.

But he was Loki, God of Mischief, so he snatched the small device from Mobius' pocket

+1

"Loki?"

Mobius had just come back into the room, Loki was distraught.

Sitting on the floor with his hands in his head, he raised it at the sound of his tormentor's voice.

The man approached him gently and said, "Nowhere left to run."

I don't want to go. I don't want to go anymore. I don't want to be that Loki anymore. I don't want to go back.

"I can't go back, can I? Back to my timeline."

Can I be me here? Really me? What I want to be.

For the first time since he knew himself, Loki felt a compulsion to tell the truth.

Looking Mobius in the eye, he said softly, "I don't enjoy hurting people."

He paused, "I..." he exhaled sharply and repeated again, "I don't enjoy it."

For the first time, he really wanted to convince someone that he wasn't the monster everyone thought he was. Now that he had started talking, it was like he couldn't stop. He continued, "I do it because I have to, because I've had to."

Mobius looked at him with those caring eyes he had had earlier and another feeling he couldn't read.

He replied softly, "Okay, explain that to me."

Loki swallowed, this was the moment of truth.

"Because it's part of the illusion. It's the cruel, elaborate trick conjured by the weak to inspire fear."

Mobius simply nodded, before adding in a tone filled with understanding, "A desperate play for control. You do know yourself."

Loki bit his lip and added in a breath, "A villain."

He exhaled again.

"That's not how I see it.

Once again Mobius held out his hand to help him up, and this time Loki didn't hesitate to take it. Once on his feet, he didn't want to let go of that hand, the only non-violent human contact he'd had in years. He didn't even realize that he was tightening his fingers on Mobius'.

He asked the question that had been burning in his mind, "If I'm not the villain, then what am I?"

They still hadn't let go of each other's hands and now Mobius' thumb was gently stroking the back of Loki's hand.

Mobius tilted his head a little, seeking Loki's gaze even more.

He said with that smile that Loki was beginning to appreciate, "I don't know, but we could search together, if you want."

Loki nodded slowly and answered with a slight smile. The first sincere smile devoid of any trickery.

The real Loki smile. _________

Not beta'd I hope you enjoyed it 🥰

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[antebunny]

Parent Trap AU 5

It’s a Parent Trap AU, plus on-the-run hacker!wwx and celebrity!lwj. Full series here.

-

At first, Lan Wangji finds writing songs to be extremely challenging.

He’s all but quit his job, and his son is gone. He’s alone in the house he once shared with his family, while his brother tries to keep quiet about pitying him and supporting him, and his uncle demands to know why he has no interest in searching for his son. He’s the one that files the kidnapping report, in the end. Not that it does much; they’re already searching for Wei Ying, since he escaped from prison.

All Lan Wangji really does, during this time, is cry by his piano, and sing.

The melodies come naturally to him. He’s been writing melodies for years, and these songs are no different. He has a thousand things to say, so some are angry, so fast he thinks he might tear his fingers on the guitar strings, some are soft with only piano accompaniment. All too soon he has dozens of recordings of phrases that can be put together into full-length songs. The only one he doesn’t record is the one he wrote for guqin, years ago.

But the lyrics, the lyrics he struggles with for ages. Not Lan Wangji finds himself at a loss for what to say. He doesn’t speak much, it’s true, but when he does he always finds precisely what he wants to say. Rather, Lan Wangji finds he has too much to say.

One Friday afternoon, he sits down on his couch and plays the same ten-minute ballad on his guitar, trying again and again to find a way to shorten it without feeling like he’s ripping a part of his already shattered heart out of his chest. While suppressing the urge to write more verses. He knows he can’t leave them all in; it’s too repetitive. He wants these songs to be good, though he doesn’t really plan on marketing them. A large part of him thinks it’ll always be like this. Just him and his instruments, alone in the living room, mourning over a love long lost, making himself cry over his own lyrics.

Still, Lan Wangji is a perfectionist at heart. He has to do something about the ten-minute ballad. It’s longer than two songs put together.

What if I made them two separate songs?

The thought comes to Lan Wangji suddenly, and he sets down his guitar to pick up the notebook containing the lyrics. This could work. He becomes convinced of this the longer he looks at the lyrics. He’ll never run out of things to say about Wei Ying, but if he separated each of those things into one song–that could work.

He chooses a different melody, edits the lyrics to fit it, picks out a theme, an aspect of Wei Ying to sing about, and suddenly he has a whole discography, and not a single published song.

Lan Wangji goes to his brother.

“Are you sure about this?” Lan Xichen asks, his brows pulled together in a small, worried dip.

“Mn.”

They stare at each other without speaking, because Lan Xichen knows that every concern he might think of, Lan Wangji has already over thought.

“Even if he hears them?”

Lan Wangji will never be famous enough that Wei Ying, wherever in the world he might be, will hear his songs. But if he does, then all the better. “Mn.”

Lan Xichen sighs. “I just don’t want to see you hurt anymore.”

Lan Wangji doesn’t think that’s possible. “Hm.”

Lan Xichen sighs again. “Okay,” he says. “If that’s what you want. I’m sure A-Yao knows someone. I’ll ask.”

It’s a while before he finds someone who’ll actually produce his music, but he’s happy with the person he ends up with. Luo Qingyang emails him back almost immediately after she listens to his demo.

I need you down here yesterday, she says. This is getting produced right now.

His first song, When We Were Young, is released as a single less than a year after the scandal that took Wei Ying from his life, under the stage name “Hanguang-jun.” He’s not sure it fits, but he wants to.

And suddenly, it looks like Lan Wangji might actually be that famous.

Of course, it’s still years in the future, so Lan Wangji carries on like he’s not. His second single, At First Glance, does even better than When We Were Young, and his manager starts bothering him about a music video. Apparently it’s expected of him, but Lan Wangji rejects all of the ideas that the directors Luo Qingyang finds for him come up with. They end up renting a house for a week and filming there, then going to a studio with lights and a piano. Lan Wangji dresses up for that and plays his heart out, and that’s it, that’s the music video.

His third single, Under Moonlight, is somehow more popular than his previous two combined. He has fans now, or maybe it’s just that he’s only now realizing it. He’s not quite sure what to do with that. The video this time takes place on the very bridge the song talks about. He doesn’t do much, since he rejected the idea of hiring actors to play the “counterpart,” so he’s confused as to why it continues gaining views on YouTube. Apparently he looks young. He’s not sure if this is insulting or not, but the internet would probably be shocked to learn he has a five-year-old son.

Lan Sizhui is too young to listen to music by himself, so Lan Wangji hopes that somewhere, there’s a radio playing one of the new hit songs by Hanguang-jun, and a father-son duo walking past.

Luo Qingyang bullies him into exactly one interview before his first album is released. On it, he accidentally confirms that all the songs on the album are about one person, and panics after that, not wishing to reveal anything about Wei Ying or even Lan Wangji’s own name on camera.

Apparently the mystery helps? Lan Wangji understands fame less and less the closer he comes to it. He thought if he just wrote good songs, enough people would listen to him that Wei Ying would hear it. Wei Ying is spotted in Thailand, and Lan Wangji ends up naming his first album Oceans Apart.

It sells, and it sells, and still, Wei Ying and their son are nowhere to be found.

-

Wei Wuxian is lying on a roof the night of his wedding anniversary.

Purple, white, and red fireworks explode in the black sky above him. There’s some celebration going on in the city, and Wei Wuxian takes advantage of it to pretend it’s in celebration of his anniversary.

Not that there’s much to celebrate. He doesn’t think it’s typical to celebrate the anniversary of a marriage which no longer exists, but their marriage didn’t end in the typical way either.

And he still loves Lan Zhan. Loves him so much that the sight of rabbits brings him to tears. So much that he feels like a traitor whenever someone so much as smiles in his direction, so much that he can’t imagine himself flirting with someone. So much that he cries on the roof when the fireworks light up the sky.

“Papa?”

Wei Wuxian looks to the right, and there’s Wei Sizhui, who is sometimes the only thing keeping Wei Wuxian going on his darkest nights. He’s nestled up with Wei Wuxian’s arm around him, small face peering earnestly at him from the dark. “What?”

“Why are you crying?”

Wei Wuxian raises one hand instinctively to rub the tears away. He’d forgotten about that. He’s thrown himself fully into caring for his son, making sure that he has clothes and good food to eat, which is hard when they never stay in a place for long and Wei Wuxian is paranoid of anyone who stares at them too long. Sometimes he wonders if he’s really doing any good, keeping Wei Sizhui away from his other father and uncles and aunts, from a happy childhood with friends and a school. And every time, he blinks back to the moment he woke up in the prison having narrowly avoided being murdered, and knows that Wei Sizhui is still safer with him than he’d be if he was still there, within the Jins reach.

“Nothing,” Wei Wuxian says. “It’s nothing.”

Wei Sizhui frowns. “But Papa is sad,” he declares.

Wei Wuxian presses the back of his hand over his eyes. Fireworks crack so loudly it muffles his shaky inhale. Tears stream down his cheeks and around his ears. Red lights flash across his eyelids.

-

White lights flash through the stage, focusing on the solitary grand piano, and Lan Wangji, in his white suit, seated on the piano bench. A hush falls across the massive crowd. He adjusts his microphone slightly, and places his fingers gently atop the keys. The cameras zoom in on him.

And Lan Wangji sings.

-

“I’m just remembering,” Wei Wuxian whispers. “Someone I used to know.”

“Is it Dad?” Wei Sizhui asks timidly.

Wei Wuxian inhales shakily again, then wraps his arm back around his son. “Yeah,” he admits. “It’s your other father.”

He hasn’t looked back since he ran away. Countless times, he’s thought about Googling the Jiangs in an internet cafe, just to check on how they’re doing. They have social media profiles, so he could. He could. But even the slightest hint of connection could ruin what Wei Wuxian has managed to salvage. The Jiangs would fight for him. Would drag their names in the mud for him, and he can’t let them do that to themselves, so he cuts all ties and doesn’t look back.

Wei Wuxian hasn’t dared to search Lan Wangji since he ran away.

-

“Hello,” Lan Wangji sings, and the crowd cheers.“It’s me. I was wondering if after all these years you’d like to meet, to go over everything. They say that time’s supposed to heal you, but I ain’t done much healing.”

Before he knows it, there’s tears streaming down his face. They drip onto his nice white suit, but the music doesn’t pause.

-

Hello from the other side

“Will we ever see him again?” Wei Sizhui asks plaintively.

I must have called a thousand times

Wei Wuxian tries to shake his head, his shoulders pressed against the dusty brick roof. “I don’t know, baby,” he says.

To tell you I’m sorry for everything that I’ve done

“But why not?” Wei Sizhui pushes. It’s far from the first time he’s asked, but each day it gets harder and harder to answer.

Hello from the outside

“Because he’s very, very far away,” Wei Wuxian replies this time, and tries not to think of Lan Zhan as he last saw him, sleeping peacefully in their bed the night Wei Wuxian broke in and took Wei Sizhui with him. “Oceans away.”

At least I can say that I tried

Eventually, the fireworks stop, and Wei Sizhui falls asleep, head resting in the crook of Wei Wuxian’s arm. Wei Wuxian raises one hand to the midnight sky, pretends he can reach through the vast expanse to wherever his family is. “Happy anniversary, Lan Zhan,” he whispers. “I miss you.”

To tell you I’m sorry for breaking your heart

Eventually, the song ends, and the cheers deafen the stadium. The lights go out long after Lan Wangji has gotten up from his seat and stepped away from the microphone. The tears on his face are invisible until the cameras focus in on him walking.

“Happy anniversary, Wei Ying,” he whispers, before he picks up the microphone to thank the crowd. “I love you.”

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[echo-of-sounds]

adhd

How Aizawa, Toshinori, and Hizashi would help and support their s/o who as ADHD.

Warnings: nothing incredibly explicit, but a couple of these talk about sex

Aizawa Shouta

Overstimulation is hard to explain to someone who’s never experienced it. The TV, that lavender candle, the taste of tomatoes, your own hair touching your shoulder overwhelms you to the point you’re crying. Every noise is too loud. Every smell makes you feel like throwing up. Anything that touches you scrapes your skin. Every sensation is just too much.

Aizawa pays attention to anything specific that may trigger you. That lavender candle that’s too strong? He’ll throw it away. Loud restaurants or sand on the beach? Eh, he doesn’t like going out that much anyway. He’ll ask what you can tolerate and will change his shampoo, detergent, or whatever else to help you, even if it needs to be odorless. He isn’t picky so the change is easy. He’ll also come up with a nonverbal signal for you to use. Like when you walk by that store that always smells like someone poured out a thousand perfume bottles. Squeeze his shoulder and he’ll lead you someplace safe.

He isn’t bothered by fidgeting, squirming, or overall restlessness. He’s been around Hizashi most of his life and now he’s a teacher. That stuff doesn’t faze him anymore. However, if you’re a pen clicker or a beat tapper, he may snap at you once or twice. Sometimes he just wants a silent room after a long day and hearing those noises could easily set him off. He’d apologize after but will also ask if you could find something else to fidget with, something that doesn’t make noise. When you keep going back to clicking and tapping because it’s mindless, he’ll buy you multiple fidget toys that are quiet. 

He likes to think he’s pretty good handling mood swings since he can control most of his emotions quite well. But the keyword is most. His anger and frustration flare up every now and then. It all depends on his stress level and how tired he is. So when you can’t pass a level on that stupid phone game or when the bread tie is on wrong and it ignites your anger so much that you lash out to a simple question he asked, he might just snap back. An argument could brew quickly even though you aren’t actually mad at each other. 

It’s in your best interest to take some time to calm down and gather your thoughts. When you’ve relaxed, you’ll have to be the one to approach him. He won’t since you snapped first and wants you to have space. He also won’t know when you’ve calmed. You’ll find him stewing on the couch with his little pouty face. After some apologies, he’s fine. He understands you have difficulty managing emotions. He just wishes you wouldn’t take your anger out on him.

He really tries not to get frustrated with your trouble focusing and poor planning/time management. He has to keep reminding himself it’s something you struggle with- everyone has things they struggle with. But you can hear his heavy sigh as he repeats himself for the fifth time this conversation. You don’t need to apologize. He knows you did nothing wrong. His sigh is more out of exhaustion than anything. More patience is something he’ll learn for you.

Hypersensitivity is somewhat daunting to Shouta when it comes to sex. He’s generally rough, fast, and quiet in the bedroom, often without realizing. It’s his go-to setting. If he ever looked up and saw you crying because his fingers and tongue hurt, he’d feel uncertain of himself next time. To help you, he'll train himself to go slower and be gentler. He’ll also start talking more during sex to be more open with you.

Yagi Toshinori

Chores and tasks can be difficult to remember. You’ll look right at the pile dishes and not notice it. Or you’ll say you’ll do them then forget for three days. Toshi won’t get frustrated. Instead, he’ll place bright sticky notes with reminders where he knows you will see them: on your laptop, bag, pillow, or shoes. 

He’ll learn other ways to work with you. Any appointments go in your phone calendar with notifications on so you can’t ignore them. Whenever you get home, keys and wallet are placed on the counter in their designated spot. Since he has to plan his meals, he’ll set a dinner schedule for you so you don’t forget to eat. If something works, he’ll have you keep doing it. Soon, it’s part of your everyday routine and you do it without thinking.

He’s the best when it comes to handling emotions. After working as a Hero for so long, he’s built up a tolerance to people lashing out. However, if he’s having a bad day, specifically one where he’s insecure, one quick snap from you would upset him deeply. He won’t reply. He doesn’t want to fight. But he will recoil, leaving you alone. Find him when you’ve gathered yourself. If he’s ready to talk, apologize and explain why you were frustrated so he knows it wasn’t about him. Also cuddle him. He could use it.

Any fidgeting or clicking he’s fine with. It’s when you start to pull strings from your clothing, bend and twist something so much it breaks, or pick at your skin, that his concern rises. He doesn’t want you ruining anything, especially yourself. When he sees you fidgeting in a way that’s not exactly good, he’ll hold your hand, either to stop you completely or to let you play with his fingers. It’ll become second nature to him- every time you mindlessly pick at yourself, he’ll mindlessly reach for your hand.

If you’re ever out in public and become overstimulated, he’ll give you his jacket. It’s comfortable. It’s heavy. And it smells like him. He’ll let you wear it and direct you towards a quieter area to sit for a while. If he can’t leave with you, because he is All Might and does attract a lot of attention, he’ll drape it over your shoulders and tell you to go find someplace to rest while he talks to the people swarming you. He’ll find you after and ask what you want to do.

The ebb and flow of your sex drive isn’t a problem for him. During the times where sex has no appeal to you because it’s too many sensations at once, he takes care of himself. When you are in the mood, he’s very aware of your sensitivities. His hands remain light as they run over your skin. His fingers slip tenderly into you. His tongue is gentle with every lick. 

Reaching orgasm is another struggle that’s beyond frustrating. You’re aroused, enjoying every sensation, almost there, then your mind is somewhere else entirely and you’ve lost the build-up. Any accommodations to help you focus, such as a dim room with no noise, he’ll do it. It’ll also let him hear every small sound that comes from you, creating a more intimate moment. It also helps that he loves foreplay- cuddling, kissing, caressing, anything he can get. It relaxes your body, making you in tune with intimacy rather than just reaching your orgasm.

Yamada Hizashi

Hizashi is a physical person. He loves hugging and cuddling. He also loves to talk and sing. All are great qualities by themselves. But if you’re prone to overstimulation, the constant noise and touching can be difficult to manage. Especially since he does it without thinking or telling you- he’ll all of a sudden plop down on your lap or hold your waist or start whistling right next to your ear. If he ever set you off, even if it was an accident, he’d feel terrible. He’ll begin to ask if you’re okay for some cuddling and he’ll tune down the volume of his singing. It might take some time however since he’s always done it without thinking.

Anything that helps you, he’ll buy. Seriously, he’ll buy you so much friggin’ stuff. Blankets, fidget toys, puzzle boxes, candles you find soothing, soft towels, the list goes on. You’ll need to tell him to stop when he brings home a ninth weighted blanket. He might protest and pout a little, saying he just loves you and wants you to know that. Explain that you do, in fact, love him and everything he does but there’s only so many anxiety bracelets one can wear before their arm weighs ten pounds. At least he uses the toys and blankets as well so it isn’t a waste.

You don’t need to hide your excitement and knowledge. If you want to ramble about the differences between Homotherium, Smilodon, and Dinofelis Hizashi will listen with a giant smile on his face even though he has no idea what you’re talking about. He’ll ask questions just to keep you talking because he adores seeing you so excited about and immersed in a subject. In his free time, he’ll look up whatever you were talking about so he can follow along better. And when you’re done, expect him to start venting about a new band he found or some weird instrument he really wants to get.

Being impulsive and blurting out your thoughts before someone else gets to finish their sentence can be annoying to some. It’s not to Hizashi. He does it too and understands that sometimes your mouth starts moving before your brain can consider if it was a good idea. Your conversations are a lot of back and forth babbling while the original context gets lost.

Disorganized? Cluttered? He’s right there with you. To keep your place from getting absolutely chaotic you will need to set aside days for cleaning. It’ll go great until you get distracted by the book you haven’t seen for ten years. And he’ll join you, playing the harmonica he thought he lost.

The desire for or needs during sex can suddenly change. That sex position you loved two days ago could be overstimulating today. Be open with him about where you don’t like being touched and whenever you feel too stimulated. He’s mindful and will focus on all the places you love. And since he likes talking during sex, he’s always checking if you’re comfortable with whatever position you’re in. If he sees your focus shifting, he’ll bring you back with deep kisses and a few tickles to your sides.

You know what? When you think about it, he probably has ADHD as well. Good luck trying to keep each other on track.

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