#piers x deaf reader

[bellafragolina]

You heard of reader x hybrid! Characters, now get ready for: HYBRID!READER x characters! I just want Submas boys, Guzma and Piers reacting to a reader that is a Corviknight hybrid, harpy style. That's right baby! Time for wingfic!

Wingfic wooooooo! I had a Corviknight on my team when I played Sword and his name was Sweetie :3

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Ingo:

This man is in love with your feathering. The sleek black feathers that decorate a large portion of your body draw his attention to you automatically, and he admires how they glisten in the light. Should you ever gift him a feather, they're going in a place of honor. I feel like he'll like it if you made one of the shorter feathers a quill for him too

Happily helps you preen. You teach him how to identify feathers that need removing, then relax into his gentle fingers searching through your wings. It's a relaxing bonding activity you both do while chatting about your days or watching TV. The kiss you give him as a thanks afterwards makes him blush happily

Should you offer to fly him around, he's extremely hesitant. He trusts you, but he doesn't trust himself not to make a fool of himself. He doesn't want to embarrass himself, so it's a long while before he takes you up on the offer. You nearly go deaf from him screaming the whole way. Y'all don't fly often

Emmet:

Wants to play with your feathers so bad. He begs you to let you touch them. He knows how to preen already thanks to Archeops, so he can help you! Please! Also, can he keeps the feathers? Please? For Archeops, of course! You end up trading feathers with him, the beautiful colored ones that Archeops sheds for yours. Emmet likes feeling their bristles and softness

Begging you again to let him fly with you. He wants to fly, please fly him around. Like his brother, he's a screamer, but not as loud and more out of the thrill of the rush than anything else. The stares you get are a little embarrassing, so y'all don't fly often either

Archeops, by the way, is in love with you. He's constantly crooning to you and doing many fancy dances to entice you. He gives you feathers, builds you nests, and overall just makes his trainer very jealous, especially when you cuddle the Pokémon instead of him. "Home-wrecker" becomes the poor things new nickname around the house

Guzma:

Thinks you're cool as shit. He and the grunts are so intrigued by your differences, often peppering you in questions. Plumeria always has to chaperone these trips to ask you questions because they get weird and personal so fast due to her knuckleheads having no sense. Guzma scolds them with her, then turns around as lowkey asks you the same questions. Smack him

Shows you off a lot, because he thinks you're so cool. You're big and bad like him ("big and bad"), so he thinks y'all make quite the intimidating power couple. Y'all do to people who don't know anything about you besides the rumors. Anyone who has met you knows better

Should you show any discomfort towards anyone, either for invasive assumptions about you, or because their not-quite-whispering mean things about you to your friend, then Guzma really is big and bad. He shouts and threatens anyone that makes you uncomfortable, scaring them off. He then blushes bright pink when you kiss his cheek in thanks.

Piers:

He likes your look a lot, and even emulates it a little, because he likes the sleek badass-ness of your design. He'll take any feathers you give them and wear them around, to concerts, to the store, anywhere. It makes you very happy to see him wearing around your tiny claims on him, and he looks cool, so win-win

Would like to fly around with you. Nothing too high or crazy, but just around the Wild Area or Spikemuth. The wind as you glide and the feeling of you against him is very calming, and helps clear his head whenever he's experiencing a writer's block

Speaking of writing, he writes songs about you, with references to your hybrid nature being some of the things he loves most about you. You cry when you hear them, and he chuckles at your sappiness to his sappiness. Your thank you kisses make him smile, and he's already composing more songs in his head. What can he say? You're great inspiration

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These men are all down bad for their big bird partner. But let's be honest, who wouldn't be down bad?

Have a great day, love!

~Renee

#ingo x reader #emmet x reader #submas x reader #piers x reader #guzma x reader #pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader

[luvntrra]

scrap #002 — armin a. x reader

c.w. aged up, modern-ish, mermaid!reader, strangers to friends to lovers, slow burn, eventual fluff, eventual romance, eventual smut, mild language, no y/n usage, second-person pov, selective mutism

note — used to be a fanfic series in the making, but i decided to scrap it and redo it

Typically, Armin never had an issue finding tranquility in the condo he split with his best friend—at least not to the extent where he wasn't able to drown it out as he got lost in a book of some sort, however this time the blond just couldn’t. The noises that erupted from the man in the room just adjacent to him were beginning to give Armin headaches that would sometimes last for days on end—obnoxious screaming as he seethed at a game he had been playing with a few of their mutual friends and the laughter that was once something the blond cherished; grateful that his friend was elated, but day after day of it started to irk Armin, notably on days when he needed to study for an upcoming exam. 

He cherished his friend, but regardless of the myriad of times Armin politely asked if his roommate could tone down the noise, his pleas always seemed to fall upon deaf ears. It wasn’t like he hadn’t picked up the many times Armin’s discussed this with him, Armin knew he heard him but whether he chose to ignore his complaints assiduously or not didn't really matter to the blond at the moment, and sadly, he didn't have the nerve to tell him otherwise either, so he takes it upon himself to figure out a solution to his ongoing problem. 

All he craved was a pleasant, tranquil area where he'd be able to study and read in peace. Sure, he could always go to the library, but the ride there was dreadfully long considering the two had chosen to get an apartment off campus. He could head over to a park nearby, but the sounds of kids playing would merely give him more of a headache than he currently had.

Most of his ideas were promptly put down, though he still had something. He'd caught glimpses of a petite lagoon nearby—a dazzling sight that seemed to gleam beneath the sun’s rays whenever he would pass by, and the great trees that safeguarded it from jaunting eyes only heighten his interest. 

“It’s settled then,” he muttered to himself as he got up from his desk and grasped a backpack he’d been given but never found a purpose for—until today. All the books he planned on taking along with him were tenderly and neatly, yet nimbly put into the bag and a few snacks he had rushed into the kitchen to get prior to grabbing a pen and his phone. Heaving both of the bag’s straps on his shoulder before strolling out the door, keys jingling as he locked the door. 

Blades of grass and collapsed leaves crunched underneath the younger man’s shoes as the wind ran its silent hands through his golden strands and the earthy essence that flew with the breeze seemed to dispel any ferment Armin had as he walked in the bustling forest—birds had crooned carols sweeter than anything he’d heard, the shrubs lusher and livelier than the ones sold at the local floral shop, and the water…it was astonishing.

He finally reached his destination and couldn’t help but gawk at the view; the brilliant aquamarine that had been clear enough to notice what life blossomed within the body of water; the stems of every water lily and every scale of a fish that passed by was more than visible to him—it enraptured him.

The place looked almost as if it had never been touched by anyone—almost. There’d been things distributed—or thrown—on the terrain near the dock, it’d been things like rocks that appeared crude to the touch or pebbles, they’d been arranged messily—as if someone was searching for something—but Armin overlooked it, checking the water for anything he should be concerned about but never finding anything, soon seating himself a bit from the edge of the pier and dragging out a book.

The book’s cover was coarse as his fingertips grazed it. Though his advances to open the book came to a halt as he spotted in his peripheral a feeble splash replaced by ripples. He wanted to assume it was a fish jumping out of the water, but the large silhouette—the human-like silhouette—that scurried elsewhere hinted otherwise.

As quickly as he plucked out his book, he had already put it away, sitting in silence and bewilderment as he struggled to figure out what had just happened. It didn’t appear to be a hazard to him so he didn’t have anything to fret over, but the knowledge he lacked for whatever it was seemed to pique the blond’s interest, so much so that he came back the next day with the same things he brought yesterday. He remained in the same spot, placing his bag down beside him before gazing out at the body of water before him.

“Hello?” He called for delicately, eyes searching for whatever had hurried away the day prior. It wasn’t like he was expecting a reply of some sort, but he still hoped for something. “Is something there?” He hollered once more, slanting forward a bit to make sure he was heard. “I’m not gonna hurt you—I just…” He started to find it pointless—talking to water as if something would pop out at some point—yet, he prevailed. “… I just came here to read.”

Movement could be caught from below the water, but he presumed he’d misinterpreted it for a fish that happened to swim behind a rock surrounded by kelp and water lily roots. He took the stillness in the atmosphere around him as a sign to carry on with what he aimed to do here and that he did; cautiously pulling out a book that was held by the spine deftly, opening the book, and flipping the page with ease.

He’d been reading the words that loaded each page of his marine science book to the brim audibly and with every sentence, every term, and every sound that glided from his flushed lips, it never once fell upon deaf ears but rather fell upon ears that listened and understood every single word that’d been spoken, ears that also happened to be observing with distressed eyes that just couldn’t look abroad because god knows what would happen if they did.

As the man on the dock read, beneath the surface of the pristine lake in the obscurity of a fairly sized boulder was the figure that had darted away yesterday, whose upper body resembled that of a human, while its lower half took the form of a fish’s tail; you.

Your webbed digits holding on rigidly to the rock as best you could as you quivered and convulsed at the sight of the man that visited yesterday who you hoped and prayed would just forget about this place and never come back, but you hadn’t been so fortuitous. As much as you wanted to flee, you couldn’t—not with how much noise this human had been making, that and how your body froze from head to tail, and the tingling sensation that just wouldn’t go away in your throat. “Please, just leave” you pleaded soundlessly as your eyes refused to shut.

The clouded sounds of his voice as he read grew louder with each second, drowning out whatever else had been heard until one of the wooden planks of the pier groaned ever so slightly and you were gone—frantically paddling away to your little cavern, bubbles lagging behind you and ripples above the surface which seized Armin’s attention but you’d been gone before he could catch a glimpse of you.

A sigh left his lips and the whisper “this is progress” before putting his things away and going home. For weeks—if not, months—Armin had been visiting the secluded lagoon to read while also trying to figure out what else had been inhabiting the lake, yet there was nothing. Every time he’d come here, day after day, he’d get the same results as the last, but today was different—it had to be. 

Armin had recently taken his exams and was just planning on passing time, so he got a new book. He was sure today would be different; the day he finally saw what had been in the lake, but he couldn’t put his finger on why. The breeze today was soothing, giving everything it touched a crisp yet warm feeling, especially as it caressed the lake, leaving ripples in its wake.

There Armin stayed, cross-legged on the dock with his new book in hand, he never peered up at the lake nor did he ever call out in an attempt to lure you out, all he did was read—starting from the title page to wherever he aimed to cease. And there you were, in the spot you’ve grown accustomed to whenever Armin came by to read; behind the bleakness of the rock that’s always seemed to keep you safe and out of sight.

You listened to his voice, acquiring amenity in it despite how opaque it’d been. The voice of a human was never something you thought you’d ever find comfort in, but here you were. Maybe it’d been because you had given up all hope on him going away or maybe because he didn’t seem to pose a threat, either way, you were still afraid of him and what he might do to you, so you kept your distance.

Schools of small fish waded past and occasionally you’d spot a lone fish as it slogged over to you, inspecting you and sometimes nipping on the faint scales that’d been scattered on your arms before leaving you alone to take in all that the man above the surface had spoken. Each word he spoke seemed to glide from his tongue effortlessly and the benevolence it ferried only seemed to add to it. Your hands feebly skim the gills on your neck before advancing to your lips and soon finding their place back on the rock as you try to sneak a peek at the man on the dock.

Although the water distorted your perception of him with its consistent flow, you could see the way his golden hair shimmered like a star in the night with the way the sun beamed down on him and the moderately pale skin that complimented it. He never glanced your way—only ever at the pages he turned every few minutes—so you never caught a glimpse of his eyes, but he’d seen yours from where you’d been perched. He never got a proper look at them but to him, the brief view he got was more than sufficient.

Your eyes were gorgeous and the sunlight that dazzled on the lake heightened their allure. Armin had also spotted the tip of a tail—that’d been too big to be an ordinary fish’s—and he started to think of what you could be, refusing to believe that mermaids were real and that what he’d seen must’ve been a figment of his imagination, but what if you weren’t? He had so many questions that he so desperately wanted answers to, but he knew rushing any of this would only result in nothing.

Your tail—with scales pitch-black like the midnight sky and blots of white and orange that’d been divided throughout as the afternoon sun shone on it—flicked a bit as you got ready to swim away like you usually did. For a bit—only a bit—you stare at his form as he continues to read before finally, you disappear. Armin noticed—he always did, but this time he noticed that you lingered longer than you generally did. He smiled to himself as he deposited his bookmark and shut his book.

Armin had no idea what you were and if you meant any harm, yet you still enamored him and started to become part of the reason he frequented this place. He yearned that perhaps one day he’d finally get to see what you were—praying that his outrageous speculations of you being a mermaid were true. But in time, he may be able to satiate his curiosity.

#discontinued #aot x reader #attack on titan x reader #armin arlert #armin x reader #armin arlert x reader #armin arlert x you #armin fluff #reader insert #mermaid au #armin x y/n #armin x you #aot armin #snk x reader #shingeki no kyojin x reader #snk x you #snk armin #armin fic #armin fanfiction #aot fanfiction #snk fanfiction

[leavaloo]

Piers x deaf reader please

I don’t have any experience with being deaf, so please let me know if this is inaccurate at all, but this was so cute I couldn’t resist with the idea that was in my head haha.

I hope I did it justice

It was a surprise when the two of you got together. After all, you were deaf, and Piers was a singer, but that didn’t seem to bother either of you. Strangely enough, it was a comfort to Piers. No one there to judge his voice or how he felt at all, and you were quiet a lot of the times. It was because of you that he started to learn sign language, and though he was shaky at is, you found it more amusing than offensive.

When you told him that you could read lips, it was evident that it was a relief to him. He felt like he had been walking on eggshells this entire time, always worrying about saying the wrong thing. You knew how to speak, it was just the hearing that was an issue.

But really, that didn’t make you any less beautiful.

Sure, Piers had to adjust some things to hang out with you, but it was actually a nice change of pace. He found himself looking at people more often, rather than the constant need to look away when he talked. He smiled more, was more relaxed, because strangely enough, even though he would speak softly, he knew that he was being heard.

That was special to him.

Yes, he was famous for his singing and near angelic voice, but that wasn’t the defining factor in the relationship. You didn’t want him for his fame, his voice or his looks. You wanted him for who he was, and that was enough for you. It was... odd, at first, and for a while he thought he was being tricked. But soon enough, he found himself falling for you.

Since you two got together, you had cuddled many a time. You always pressed your head against his chest, enjoying the thumping of his heartbeat. He would play with your hair, making small braids here and there and then unraveling them, and he found himself humming.

That was so weirdly special to you. You could feel the vibrations across his chest, mixed with the thumping of his heart, and the feeling of his touch on your head made you adore him even more. So one day, you asked him. You asked him to sing. He was confused at first, and you nervously told him that you wanted to feel it.

He smiled, held your head to him, wrapping his arms around your body. His nose nuzzled the top of your head, and you could feel him laugh a little bit. You were going to retort, but the feeling of his song nearly moved you to tears. It was almost like you could hear him, but it didn’t have any notes to it. Just the intensity behind them as he sang his heart out for you in the comfort of his home. You couldn’t hear the angelic voice that so many had talked about, but you understood why people were enamored with him now. What words he was saying, you didn’t know, but it didn’t matter. He was singing a ballad for you.

At the end of the song, you noticed your face was damp with tears. He pulled you away just to ask you if you were okay, and your nod and your push back to his chest made him truly laugh. You didn’t know until now that vibrations could sound so beautifully, and could be filled with such love. Every night since then, before you fell asleep, Piers would sing you a lullaby. And every night before you drifted off, you debated getting hearing aids just to hear the words properly.

#Piers #piers x reader #pokemon piers #gym leader piers #piers x deaf reader #piers x f!reader #f!reader #pokemon #pokemon swsh #pokemon fic #pokemon swsh imagines #pokemon swsh request #pokemon swsh scenarios #pkmn swsh #piers swsh #swsh piers #pkmn piers #pkmn nz #nz pokemon #nz pkmn #kai writes #deaf reader #imagines #aqua-the-mermaid26

[ivy-loves-chocolate]

Masterlist

THE LINKS DON’T WORK ANYMORE!!

(I finally did this. I just want to thank y’all for helping me, supporting me and for submitting asks 🤗. Without you this wouldn’t have been here so thank you. Btw, this list is always updated)

Albert Wesker: 

Albert wesker x reader: 

Wesker x F!Reader

Albert Wesker x F!Reader

S.T.A.R.S Wesker x F!Reader

Visions of a madman (Wesker x F!Reader)

Betrayal part 1 (Wesker x F!Reader)

Betrayal part 2 (Wesker x F!Reader)

Betrayal Part 3 (Wesker x F!Reader)

Albert Wesker x Reader Fluff

Morning ritual (wesker x F!Reader)

ALBERT WESKER X MERMAID!READER

Albert Wesker x Pregnant Reader

Albert Wesker x Deaf pregnant reader

Drugs (wesker x fem!reader)

Quarantined (Wesker x F!Reader)

You are not alone (Wesker x F!Reader)

You are not alone part 2

WESKER X F!READER

Late night (Wesker x F!Reader)

Meeting (Wesker x F!Reader)

One task (Wesker x F!Reader)

The mansion incident (GN!Reader x Wesker)

Albert Wesker x reader (new)

Cooking (Albert Wesker x GN!Reader) (new)

Headcanons:

TAKING CARE OF ALBERT WHILE HE IS SICK:

WESKER DURING WINTER HEADCANONS (FLUFF)

Who is most likely to cry after a break up (RE boys edition)

RE boys and wrapping gifts

RE boys and parenting

Wesker bonding with a pet

Netflix and chill

RE boys with an inexperienced s/o

RE boys and shaving/waxing

Albert Wesker being overprotective

Wesker trying to confess his love but gets interrupted

Albert Wesker proposing HC

Albert Wesker romantic HC

Albert Wesker x Reader wedding

Wesker x other characters:

Welcoming (Wesker x Ethan)

Jill Valentine x F!Reader x Wesker

Nikolai Zinoviev x Albert Wesker

Cravings (Albert Wesker x Excella Gionne)

Chris Redfield:

Chris Redfield x reader:

Chris Redfield x F!Reader

Chris x F!Reader

Being Chris’ s/o would include (NEW!)

Chris Redfield x other characters: 

Paperwork (Chris Redfield x Piers Nivans)

CHRIS REDFIELD X ETHAN WINTERS

Headcanons:

Who is most likely to cry after a break up (RE boys edition)

RE boys and wrapping gifts

TAKING CARE OF RE BOYS WHILE THEY’RE SICK

RE boys and parenting

Netflix and chill

RE boys with an inexperienced s/o

RE boys and shaving/waxing

RE guys with a small reader

Piers Nivans: 

Piers Nivans x other characters:

Birthday present (Piers x F!Reader)

Paperwork (Chris Redfield x Piers Nivans)

You can have my scarf (Piers x F!Reader) (NEW!)

Headcanons:

Who is most likely to cry after a break up (RE boys edition)

RE boys and wrapping gifts

TAKING CARE OF RE BOYS WHILE THEY’RE SICK

Netflix and chill

RE boys and shaving/waxing

Leon S. Kennedy: 

Leon S. Kennedy x reader:

LEON KENNEDY X F!READER

LEON S KENNEDY X F!READER

Take me back for one more summer (Leon Kennedy x F!Reader)

Headcanons:

Who is most likely to cry after a break up (RE boys edition)

RE boys and wrapping gifts

RE boys and parenting

Netflix and chill

RE boys and shaving/waxing

RE guys with a small reader

Carlos Oliveira:

Carlos Oliveira x Reader:

Carlos Oliveira x Reader fluff

Headcanons:

RE boys and wrapping gifts

TAKING CARE OF RE BOYS WHILE THEY’RE SICK

RE boys and parenting

Netflix and chill

RE boys with an inexperienced s/o

RE boys and shaving/waxing

RE guys with a small Reader

Ethan Winters:

Ethan Winters x other characters:

Chris Redfield x Ethan Winters

Albert Wesker x Ethan Winters

Lady Dimitrescu x Ethan Winters

Headcanons:

RE boys and parenting

Netflix and chill

RE boys and shaving/waxing

RE guys with a small reader

Nikolai Zinoviev

Nikolai Zinoviev x Reader:

I care (Nikolai x F!Reader)

Nikolai Zinoviev x other characters:

Nikolai x Sergei Vladimir

Nikolai X Albert Wesker

A job is a job (Nikolai x Ethan Winters)

Headcanons:

Netflix and chill

RE boys with an inexperienced s/o

RE boys and shaving/waxing

Nikolai x Spanish speaker reader

RE guys with a small reader

Alex Wesker: 

Alex Wesker x Reader:

Alex Wesker x F!Reader

Lady Dimitrescu:

Lady Dimitrescu x other characters:

Chained (Lady Dimitrescu x F!Reader)

Lady Dimitrescu x Ethan Winters

Lady Dimitrescu x Ethan Winters

Lady Dimitrescu x Ethan Winters Fluff

Lady Dimitrescu x Brad Vickers

Ada Wong:

Ada Wond x Reader:

Better than alcohol

#resident evil #leon s kennedy #Albert Wesker #Chris Redfield #Piers Nivans #alex wesker #Jill Valentine #Carlos Oliveira #masterlist #nikolai zinoviev #arcina dimitrescu

[c0s-lettuce]

cute - piers nivans x reader, part three

writing + social media au, female reader

a/n: there is writing in this part and some social media at the end!! sorry to stray from the social media, but it's for the plot. and apologies for taking so long! lockdown is driving me insane. please enjoy :)

word count: 880 + 7 screenshots

warnings: minimal swearing

< part two - masterlist - part four >

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Claire came to pick you up on Friday afternoon. It was a pleasant car ride that consisted of chatting and listening to songs while your baked potatoes and her salad sat in the back. Not to your surprise, Claire asked you about Piers. And not to her surprise, you refused to say anything. You brought up Leon in retaliation, and like the two peas-in-a-pod you two are, she just smiled in return.

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You and Claire arrived first. Upon entrance, Chris and Jill greeted the two of you. But your attention was immediately diverted when you heard high-pitched yapping coming from down the hall.

Chester came running full speed towards you and Claire. You bobbed down to greet Chester, and he jumped up to give you kisses. You concluded then that Chester is your new baby, and you must protect him.

The others arrived soon after. The union of you, Sherry and Rebecca brought upon welcomed chaos. And Leon greeted you fondly after seeing you for the first time in a while.

Dinner was marvellous, and the food was off the charts. Laughter was passed along with the food as stories and jokes were shared. It was great being with who you would always consider your second family.

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As dinner finishes and people start mingling around the house, Jill announces that she feels a bit unwell and goes upstairs to lie down. Everybody hopes her well.

As others are scattered around, Chris goes to check on Jill. You find yourself with Leon. Continuing with your streak from the car ride, you ask him about Claire. Unlike the car ride, however, Leon actually fills you in. He tells you that he and Claire are still casual, but he's still waiting to see what happens. Leon also tells you to keep it on the low. You tell him sure.

Chris comes back downstairs and walks over to speak to you, "I'm sorry, but is it alright if I stay in case Jill needs me?"

"Of course," you say.

"I can get Piers to drive you home."

"Oh yeah, sure."

Chris pats your shoulder, "Thank you."

You watch Chris go over to Piers as you return to your conversation with Leon.

"Oh, this is funny," you say.

"What is?" Leon asks.

"Out of everyone here, he wants to get Piers to drive me."

"Doesn't he live the closest to you?"

"No, he doesn't... you do, actually."

Leon takes a long sip of his drink.

You look at him, "Are you in on this too?"

"In on what?"

You're good at detecting bullshit. Of course, you wish Jill well, but the abruptness of her getting unwell made your senses tingle. And you most certainly weren't deaf to the whispers that go between your friends and coworkers about you and Piers.

You squint your eyes at Leon, watching for any sign of uncertainty. You then remember he's a trained agent and is probably a professional at hiding facial expressions.

"Hmm, nothing... So, anything exciting happening at the DSO?"

"Eh, not much," you take note of how quickly Leon was willing to change subjects, "unless you count installing new software on all the computers exciting."

You nod, "How's Sherry doing?"

Leon smiles, "Sherry's amazing. She's doing more and more good every day."

You can't help but find his response adorable. You always loved hearing about how Leon and Claire saved Sherry amidst the horror of Raccoon City all those years ago.

The rest of the night goes nicely. Everyone spends quality time catching up away from their usually busy lives. You were especially delighted to see how much Chester seemed to like Piers, even sneaking pictures of the two of them together. Y'know, for safe-keeping.

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Later, while people start to leave, you're in the kitchen getting your tray to take home. Piers is waiting by the door as you exit.

"Looks like I have the pleasure of taking you home," he quips.

"Yep, lucky you," you reply, smiling.

As the two of you leave, you say goodbye to Chris and extend your regards to Jill. You take extra time to say goodbye to Chester.

You and Piers exit and are embraced by the cold night air. You follow him as he leads you to his car.

"Cute dog," Piers says.

"Yeah, very," you reply.

You hear him chuckle.

Long nights of thinking about Piers have had you diving into the concept of mortality, the whole 'you only live once' thing. Carpe diem. Horace said that. And then he died.

The truth is, you do like Piers, even though you deny everything when other people talk about it. You enjoy the nonchalance and juvenility of the whole ordeal. And continuing with the way things are now seem easier than confessing your feelings and possibly ruining a friendship.

But at this moment, in an empty street lit up by street lights, you decide. If this whole thing has been a ruse by your friends to get you and Piers to spend time together, then why not give them something to talk about?

"You want to go grab a drink?" you ask as you reach the car.

The short pause of silence fills you with regret. But it's quickly washed away when Piers smiles back and says, "I'd love to."

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#resident evil #resident evil 6 #re6 #piers nivans #piers nivans x reader #piers nivans x you #capcom #video games #claire redfield #leon kennedy #chris redfield #sherry birkin #rebecca chambers #jill valentine #social media au #cute #resident evil x reader #resident evil x you

[dumplingsprite]

Summer Love (Hueningkai x Reader)

Pairing: Hueningkai x Reader

Word Count: 712

Warnings: Fluff hehe

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Finally after months I got to come back home. Back to the soothing sounds of the ocean and nostalgic memories.

The waves crashed beneath my feet as I sat against the pier watching families share their laughter with one another.

Finally some time to myself.

That was until he arrived.

"Um hello?" a tall boy with brown hair and a devilish smile sat next to me.

I ignored his presence.

"Are you deaf?" he persisted but I still kept quiet.

"Ah I see, you're a mute" he said which made me react.

"No, I just don't like talking to creepy strangers" I spoke back which earned a smile from the boy.

"Well then" he stood up and cleared his throat and by now I still had no interest in who he was "My name is Hueningkai, I am 18 years old, I live in Seoul and I love plushies"

The boy spoke and made me jerk a smile with he thought of him liking plushies. What a child.

He sat back down, noticing I didn't quite care for what he said, and continued to speak.

To be honest, he was handsome, but also kinda creepy.

As he spoke I looked around the beach; from the dock to the store. And an idea popped in my head.

I immediately got up and ran over to a boy I had never seen before "Oppa!!" I shouted and ran over to him basically throwing myself on him.

"Pretend to be my boyfriend, this guy is creepy" I whispered into his ear which was covered by thick pink hair.

The boy smiled and grabbed my hands as Hueningkai (I think that's his name) ran over to us.

"This is your boyfriend?" he pointed to the pink haired boy standing beside me.

"Yes" I turned to the boy and smiled, receiving a warm one back.

"How long have you two been together?" he asked again.

"2 months"

"2 years"

The boy and I both said at the same time. Shit.

"I meant 2 years haha" I added trying to cover up.

"What's his name?" Hueningkai pressured again.

"Um..." I struggled with the answer but before I could, Hueningkai beat me to it.

"Yeonjun-Hyung, please tell her I'm not creepy"

Wait. They know each other?

Shit.

Both Hueningkai and the pink haired boy - Yeonjun, bursted out laughing leaving me with my awkward laugh.

"You really tried to convince me that my best friend was your boyfriend?" Hueningkai laughed as Yeonjun took his side.

I stood there in embarrassment.

"Yeonjun, how about you give" he looked at me "What's your name?"

I hesitated before answering.

"Y/n"

He stood there looking at me, which made me a little shy.

"Give y/n and I a moment alone please?" Hueningkai asked and Yeonjun nodded leaving us alone.

"So y/n" he said softly before leaning close to me.

"You don't have a boyfriend then?"

I could feel his smirk he was so close to me.

"I-I don't"

I have no idea why I said that and at this point he had managed to corner us between the two buildings leaving no one near.

"I can't help but want to kiss you right now" he whispered in my ear which made me go crazy.

"Then do it"

Just then, his lips met mine in the most passionate and sweet way. He deepend the kiss and moved his hands down to my waist as he bit my bottom lip.

My hands roamed around his chest until they made way to his neck gripping the back out his hair.

Our lips moved in constant motion until I felt his tongue pressing at my mouth. I had never French kissed before but damn I'm so glad I allowed him access.

After a few minutes he pulled back

"Damn, you're beautiful."

"I'm glad I gave you a chance" I smirked at him still holding me close to him.

"Does this mean I can be your pretend boyfriend?"

I looked at him "Real boyfriend sounds better"

Before smashing my lips against his once more.

Home just became even more exciting.

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[sp00kworm]

Hi there! May I request a Piers x fem reader in which reader is HOH/ deaf but loves going to Piers’ concerts because the vibrations from the music feel nice? And he takes notice bc he finds her so cute and isn’t aware she can’t hear well? Idk if you care about style but maybe something lowkey pastel goth or something. Thank you so much you are A M A Z I N G. 💕

A/N: Hi anon, I hope this fanfic fits your request. I tried to make it fit without going too over the top. Either way I hope you enjoy. <3

Pairing: Piers x Female Reader (HOH/Deaf)

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Feel the Music

Piers’ concerts were one of the most eagerly attended events in the region, outside of the League battles between Gym Leaders and challengers. The rock star was a great battler, alongside being a showman with great musical talent. People who were Piers fans never seemed to want to ever see anything else. Captivating others called it. Zigzagoons were known for going wild with the rhythm of his music and Toxtricity’s heads bounced, strumming their chests to create beats so similar to the music flowing from the musician. You adored Piers’ music. The gig was something otherworldly. Seeing your favourite musician on the stage, a sheen of sweat on his forehead and a smile on his lips as he cheered the crowd, dragging the skull encrusted mic stand along the stage before dipping it low to sing his favourite verse. Awe. That was what you had felt as you looked up at the man depicted on the front of the most underground magazines. He avoided the public eye outside of these things. Gigs were like gold dust, tickets gone in moments as soon as they were put online. You clutched at the barrier as you looked up again, the lights pink as he pulled the mic from it’s stand and fell to his knees, hair spilling over his shoulders as he clutched at the front of his magenta shirt, leather trousers pressed against the stage.

 Your heart skipped a beat as the tempo changed, hairs standing on end as you clutched at the barrier once more, other hand fisted in the fabric of your skirts, platforms feeling even heavier on your feet. The woman next to you cheered something, arm pumping in the air before she grinned at you and pulled you closer, encouraging you to jump with her. You hoped Boltund was okay with the security backstage as you grinned back and took her hand, jumping as Piers got back to his feet and swayed before pointing to the crowd.

“Poke!”

“Mon!”

“Poke!”

“Mon!”

“That’s what I fuckin’ thought!” He jeered, yet you could only read his lips as the woman next to you screamed and waved. He was walking over to your side of the stage, the song coming to a close as the crowd roared with a wall of noise that made your hair stand on end again. Piers smiled, tired eyes peering into the crowd, a hand covering the top of his eyes.

 Your heart caught in your throat as he stood and smiled some more, combing his hair away from his eyes as he looked down to the barrier and crouched on the edge of the stage, “Have you all enjoyed yourselves!?” He asked, looking at you in the crowd. You felt compelled to nod and he grinned again, waving at your side as he stood up, “Then its been a great fuckin’ night hasn’t it?!” The man threw a fist into the air as the Toxtricity started the guitar and bass line once more, the final song starting as he tossed his hair and reached to place his microphone back into the stand as the lights went dark and a single spotlight appeared on stage. You felt the noise in your hands as you grinned up at the show, swaying to the music. Piers walked once again towards the end, dipping to his knees as the last note rocketed from his throat, hand in the air as the stage brightened and two confetti canons fired into the audience. He opened his eyes and looked at you stood at the barrier, waving gently before he figured you had blown him a kiss. He caught the kiss with a hand and pressed it to his heart. You laughed at his lack of understanding and made the sign again, fingers dipping from your chin in a ‘thank you’.

 The concert was over faster than you wanted. You smiled at the barrier as the audience filtered away, hugging the girl next to you before typing out your replies to her questions on your phone. She quickly got the message and offered you her number. It was nice to have made a friend. Boltund greeted you at the edge of the barrier, his eyes bright and tail wagging as the translator told you about how good he had been in the back. You tried not to get excited when white and black hair appeared on stage, helping to pack the instruments and gear away with his touring team as the crowd were all ushered out. You felt your heart leap in your throat, clutching Boltund’s leash tightly as the electric type barked at the celebrity on stage. Piers peered up at the noise and smiled softly at the guide Pokemon tugging at his leash. You reached to touch his head before pulling the harness and jacket back on, Boltund swapping back into his training quickly. The singer waved at the translator and security guard, looking tired and sweaty as he walked over to the corner of the stage in his tank and trousers, hair all tied back out of his face in a low ponytail.

 “Piers, we were just giving the young lady her guide dog back.” The security man said. You could read lips and smiled towards the singer awkwardly in your sweaty outfit, hair a mess and shoes sticky from the booze that had been thrown around.

“Did you enjoy the show, love?” He asked and the translator was quick to turn the words into sign language. Nervously, you signed back to him, letting go of Boltund’s harness to sign properly with both your hands.

“I’m amazed that you came to this thing alone.” He observed with wide eyes, looking at Boltund curiously before he offered his hand to you, “But thank you for coming.” The translator, once again, converted and you blushed.

“It was amazing.” You signed before grinning, “Thank you for performing.”

Piers blushed a little at the attention, “It means a lot for my music to reach to you like that you know? Get home safe.” He looked at the translator before nodding and smiling, signing ‘thank you’ and ‘good bye’ before he stood up and was dragged into helping to pack up once more.

 Boltund snoozed in your lap as you laid in bed that night, fingers still tingling from the show, remembering the spectacle of the night as you uploaded your picture and talked a little bit about meeting the rock star. You jumped as the phone flashed and buzzed in your hands. A direct message sat in your inbox from his official account.

 ‘You want to meet up at Alcremie Patisserie in Hammerlocke? Tomorrow at 3pm?’

Your face went warm as you replied.

‘Sure thing. See you then.’

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[justauthoring]

I Tried... [Z.D.]

Request(s): A Zach Dempsey imagine where the reader tries to calm him down at the pier that night? He still beats Bryce but she strikes so hard to stop him. Just a lot of angst

Zach Dempsey x Reader request for when he’s not in the right state of mind after just beating up Bryce and he ends up coming to readers place

Please don’t plagiarize my work!

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The sounds of grunting makes you quicken your pace. Zach’s name leaves your lips in a shrill cry as you race around the gates, just managing to catch sight of Zach shoving his knee into Bryce’s gut, a loud groan leaving the latter’s lips in response.

Neither of them hear you call out for Zach. You freeze in the spot as Zach swings his fist back before punching Bryce directly across the cheek, eyes widening, lips parting. You understood Zach’s anger, and even if you didn’t, it wouldn’t matter. You’d seen Bryce race towards Zach on that field and break his knees.

You’d seen what future he’d ruined for Zach.

And it was plain as day, at least to you, that while Zach waited in the hospital, got x-rayed and got a cast put on, that he wasn’t done. That he had no intention of letting this go without getting some sort of revenge. Bryce, in just a minute, had ruined whatever Zach had planned for his future. Just like that; everything he’d worked towards meant nothing.

Something like that doesn’t just go away. Zach wanted revenge. And while you couldn’t blame him, you couldn’t let him go through it with either.

“Zach!” You cry, voice pitching, hoarse and raspy, “please, Zach, stop!”

The two of them halt, managing to shift into a position where both of them are facing you, Bryce backed against Zach’s chest while the latter holds his arm in a dangerously high position. You ignore Bryce’s gaze, somewhat panicked, somewhat sparked with anger, and instead focus on Zach’s own, taking a hesitant step forward, hands held out before you. “Zach, I know you’re angry, but this won’t help you.”

“Listen to your girlfriend, Zachy,” Bryce calls out, voice raspy. You curse his need to speak. If Bryce could manage to keep his mouth just for just a minute, maybe you’d be able to reach Zach. Talk him down. “Or is she still your girlfriend? Given that you fucked mine?”

That’s all it takes. Just those few words and you cringe as you hear the bone in Bryce’s arm snap and his loud cry of pain. Bryce falls to the ground with a thud, and as Zach turns, moving to straddle Bryce, you race towards him, grabbing his arm and yanking his attention back on your own. “Zach, please!”

He turns to you, glare softening as he meets your gaze; “just go, Y/N,” he whispers softly. “I don’t want you to see this.”

“Then, don’t--”

Your words fall on deaf ears as Zach turns without a second of hesitance and socks Bryce across the cheek once more. Bryce tries to shove Zach away, pushing his hand against his face, but Zach easily shoves his hand away, punching him once more before grabbing the collar of his jacket and continues to punch him. Your hands fall to your lips, flinching at each hit.

“Please,” Bryce cries, “stop!”

His pleas only seem to fuel Zach’s anger. “You ruined my fucking life!”

You couldn’t believe what you were witnessing. You had never seen Zach so angry before in your life. You’d never seen anyone this angry. It was just one punch after the other, and you realize in that moment, there was nothing you could’ve said to stop Zach. He’d already decided what he was going to do the minute Bryce broke his knee. 

You just hoped he didn’t take it too far. To a point where he couldn’t return.

Then, finally, and a big relief to you, Zach stops. He shoves Bryce one last time before pushing himself up to his feet. “Big man,” he huffs, voice low, cold. “Scary fucking Bryce.”

“What the fuck?”

“You took away my fucking future tonight.”

Dazed, blood coating his face, Bryce mumbles; “you took away mine.”

“No,” Zach shakes his head, shuffling back. “You did that yourself.”

You don’t hesitate another second, rushing towards Zach as he turns, moving to leave. You avoid his gaze, not sure what to say as you fall next to his side, helping him limp back over to his car. But of course, Bryce can’t keep his fucking mouth shut.

“Did you fuck her, Zach?”

“Zach,” you mumble, grip tightening on his arm. “Just ignore him.”

“Chloe? Did you fuck her? How many times?”

Yanking on Zach’s arm, you try to stop him, pleading with him; “let’s just go, Zach--”

“Did she scream for you like she did for me?”

Without warning, Zach rips his arm from your grasp. “Zach--!” You watch, helpless, as he stomps his way back over to Bryce, pausing before him.

“Chloe’s my friend,” Zach whispers, shaking his head. “Sorry you never had a friend in your life.”

“She didn’t fuck you because you’re a pussy-ass bitch!”

Just keep your mouth shut, Bryce!

You flinch, jumping in your spot as Zach, not once but twice, smashes his foot into Bryce’s leg, breaking his knee like he’d done to him. You turn away, cringing at the piercing sound of Bryce’s cries of pain; not because you felt any pain for him, but because the sound was almost unbearable. You curl into yourself, suddenly unable to look.

You don’t even try to pull Zach away, just wanting to get away yourself.

-

Hour later, you find yourself back home, Zach with you.

Your parents weren’t home, luckily, so you managed to sneak him in without trouble. The entire drive home had been silent, and even now, stood in your bedroom, you didn’t know what to say. You didn’t blame Zach for doing what he had, you just hadn’t known he was capable.

And yes, you knew Bryce deserved it but still...

And the two of you had just left him there, with no one, not even a cellphone... What if.. what if he died or someone found him, did something worse? 

“I didn’t mean to scare you.”

You jump at Zach’s voice, sharply turning your head to meet his gaze. Pausing, you bite your lip; “you didn’t scare me.”

“But I did,” Zach sighs, stood on the opposite end of your bedroom. “I saw the look in your eyes when you found me there, saw the way you looked at me on the way back to the car. And now... now you won’t even look at me.”

You shake your head, adamently, desperate for Zach to understand. “I’m not scared of you... I’m not. It’s just, you, we... we just left him there. I mean, what if no one finds him? What if he says something to someone? I--”

Zach races towards, taking a seat next to you on his bed and cupping both of your cheeks. He meets your gaze dead-on, never wavering. It’s only know that you realize his hands are shaking, violently. “He won’t say anything, to anyone... We’re fine. He’s fine. If anything, he got what was coming to him.” Zach says these words to reassure you, but you can tell by just looking at him that he’s terrified.

“Zach--!”

“I promise,” he whispers, pulling you closer. “You trust me, right?”

You don’t hesitate; “of course I do.”

“Then,” he attempts at a smile, it comes out as forced. “We’re fine.”

But, still, and somewhat reluctantly, you nod.

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Scorched (repost)

Anon: Can I request an DC BvS anatoli x reader, where reader was captured by Anatoli and made to be his pet, but slowly Anatoli was falling for reader. Series: BvS Dawn of Justice Genre: Action Words: 1,093

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      “Stop whimpering!” another man dressed in all black entered the cell. He was different from the one that went in before. 

      “Please. I have a daughter!” 

      The man quickly strikes the pleading woman and she hits the cement floor. You quickly go to her aid and let her cry in your arms. You look up and find the man pointing accusingly at you.

      “Make her shut up. I don’t want to have come in here again.”

      You glare at the man but wait until he had his back to you. You quickly stand up and hit him across the head with a stiletto shoe from one of the other prisoners. He blacked out instantly.

      Everyone in the room turns to you and then to the open door. No one makes a move. They’re waiting for you to take the first step out. You drop the shoe and move to tie the unconscious man with someone’s belt. You finally turn towards the door and your stomach drops.

      He’s standing in the hallway and glaring at you.

      “You again.” His voice comes out gruff and haunting. “This is the third time today.”

      You quickly bend down to pick up stiletto on the floor and lunge towards him. With ease, he moves to the side to grab your arm and bend it behind your back. He laughs as the shoe drops back to the floor.

      “You’re pretty stupid if you think you can take me down with a woman’s shoe.

      You grit your teeth as he squeezes your arm. “You’re the stupid one if you think you can get away with this.”

      He leans in close and his scorching breath of vodka and cigarettes graze your ear, “Why wouldn’t I?”

      You struggle against his grip, only making it tighter. You can hear footsteps coming down the hallway, “Batman will find you. You’re in his territory.”

      His mouth shuts and it gives you a satisfying feeling to know what you said got under his skin. More men clad in black appear through the hallway and speak to him in Russian.

      He gives them orders and two of them go in to drag out the man you knocked unconscious. You watch them with a satisfied smirk and he sees it.

      He brashly tugs on your arm and drags you out of the cell as well.

      “What are you doing? Where are you taking me?” you demand.

      He pushes you down the hallway, “I’m going to show you why Batman can’t save you.”

      The cell you were in is underground and you realize a little late that he’s pushing you to get above ground. The moonlight beams down against your face when you reach the surface. He pulls your arm from your back in order to make you walk by his side. He takes you past the clearing until you reach a small pier.

      “Do you see this?” you screw your eyes in the dark to see where he’s pointing. There’s a big yacht docked in the pier with the lights on.

      You don’t answer and he forcibly pulls you against him until his face is right next to yours, “This is how we’ll be transporting you. And the big bat won’t find you.” He uses two fingers to grab both of your cheeks and makes you turn to him, “Now. Do you know want to know why he won’t find you?”

      You try to free your face from his fingers but fail. He squeezes your cheeks tighter and grins at your furious expression.

      “Because he’s looking for a bomb right now and it’s in another boat in another port.”

      He drops his fingers and smiles, satisfied with your wide-eyed expression and gaping mouth. Batman is only one man. If there is a bomb, then you and the others are forever lost.

      You feel numb as he drags you forward. It’s only when your feet are wobbling on the wooden floor of the yacht that you start to panic. He continues to drag you along until you’re inside and at a bar. He pushes you behind the counter.

      “Fix me a drink.”

      “What?” you stare at him and he glares back.

      “You’re not deaf.” 

      You narrow your eyes at him but quickly realize you’re behind the counter and away from his reach. You quickly grab a tequila bottle and bring it down towards his head.

      But he stops it with his right arm. Glass and alcohol spill over onto the counter. “Hey!” 

      You stare at him with wide eyes and the half broken bottle still in your grip. His arm is gravely injured and bleeding but he doesn’t look in pain. He’s furious.

      “That tequila was imported!”

      He stands up and you quickly lunge with the broken bottle. He doesn’t look phased by your threat. He quickly grabs your wrist and squeezes until you’re pained to do nothing but let go of the bottle. It shatters to floor.

      He pulls you towards him, making you bend over the counter. Without thinking you lean on the counter and feel glass imbed into your palm.

      “I like the fact that you have spirit, reminds me of some women from home,” his breath scorches your cheeks, with more ferocity in his voice, “but you keep using the dumbest methods.”

      He leans in until his lips are touching yours, “And it’s going to get you killed.”

      You shiver against his breath and he takes you. His lips are hungry and forceful and his hold on your wrist tightens as he continues to pull you towards him.

      You whimper against his mouth making him grin and breathe in deeply. You take your bleeding hand from the counter and use it to push against his chest.

      He feels you staining his shirt and he scowls, “How many expensive things do you plan to ruin tonight?”

      You’re gaping and your breathing is labored. Your eyes are closed as you feel your fingers grip his shirt and you feel your arm start pulling instead of pushing.

      He grins and lets go of your wrist. As you open your eyes, he clears the counter with his good arm and pieces of glass fall to the ground. He moves behind the counter and picks you up. 

      You hate yourself for it but your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck as he did so. He places you on the lower counter and stares at your flushed face. He grins and leans in until his hot breath is fanning your swollen lips, “Tell me. Do you still want to be saved?”

Notes: To the readers from 3 years ago, you might recognize this. I deleted it a while back for some reason. But since I wrote a 2nd part, I need to repost this. I decided not to change anything for tracking the development of my writing. 

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[aka-indulgence]

Okay, so you've heard of the blind reader- but what about a mute or deaf reader for your sanses to woo? Or maybe a reader who has some not-so safe mental-space/jazz happening? Like attention hyperactivity disruptive disorder, autism, other not so visible things that leave to a person not liking to interact with people because they naturally feeling the idea everyone will judge them for doing one thing they veiw might be wrong or realize such causing them to be nervious and shy/closed off.

Mm. Mmmmmm-(Also this answer got pretty long because of the amount of asks in one- but here you go!)

Mute ReaderAMitS Sans… He adores her all the same- possibly wanting to coo over her all the more- she can’t speak, and not everyone can speak with her, and sometimes she needs to write notes. She… Doesn’t like to ‘talk’ with people because of how much she doesn’t want to bother people… All the more reason for Sans to bring her home and take care of her himself. ya don’t need anyone anyways right? they ain’t good for you, let me take care of you… Mute doesn’t mean she can’t make noises- and every time she makes a tiny noise Sans is going to fawn over her.TDtLU Sans (Black) loves her company when she came that night. He sensed her approaching the pier, looking back… Seeing the pretty little human. Reader would feel like she just intruded on him, give him a small smile… A silent apology. Point to her mouth, form an X with her arms… The person she’s talking to doesn’t react much to her when she points to the space beside him- just nodding his head. Black would look at her a lot more- since in the fic he was only hearing her and now, there’s no noise from her, so he’ll just… Look at her. Take in every feature of her face… When he takes her into his cave, he’ll do the exact same thing- telling her he understands she can’t exactly talk directly with him… She doesn’t need to worry about that anymore, though. When he brings her underwater and she wakes up, panicking on how to tell him no- He’ll sign to her. A year is enough for a way to talk with his precious…

Deaf ReaderAMitS: She didn’t hear the death sound the man made that night, but she still went to investigate anyways… Seeing the deed. Feeling the aura emitted by the monster standing just a few feet away from her… Running away, feeling the squeak come up her legs- knowing that the killer would probably hear- but she ran anyways. Sans quickly found out that she couldn’t hear after a close encounter… Where you didn’t notice him when he followed you around and made some slips here and there. When she meets him in the subway… She’ll notice the scent and his image quicker, and feel his rumbling laughs when he holds onto her. Reader would make the most noises when he brings her to his basement, and Sans doesn’t exactly help her understand what’s going on when he does- he’d be more direct in what he actually wants to do with her rather than messing with her like he did in the fic, touching her more and giving off body language that says exactly what he wants. After the events of chap 3… He’ll go to Wing and Dings. They know how to speak in hands- he wants to talk with his girl.TDtLU: The way she’d meet him would be the same as her meeting if she was mute… She saw him on the pier, approached him cautiously, telling him through a sort of charades that she can’t hear, maybe even try to say a few sentences after practicing for awhile… She’ll try to talk to him like in the fic, asking if he’s having a bad day, if he’d mind her sitting there with him. Internally, she’s worried if the words she’s saying are right, but Sans… He loves her voice, sad that she can’t hear herself. When he takes her, he won’t say a thing, just coming closer to her with wide eyes, and without explanation- just take her into the water. Like the Mute ask, he’ll reveal he’s learnt how to sign.

Not-So-Safe-Mental-Jazz Reader(A little disclaimer- I don’t 100% understand the internal workings of those you asked above, so please take this with a grain of salt ;v; and because of that- I won’t specify what disability reader has in these)In AMitS, reader witnesses the murder… She runs away from the problem the way she knows how. Now when Sans follows her, unseen, of course, he’ll pick up on the little things she does that tells him her mind works differently than most. Maybe a tic, or a certain leaning to doing something- and his heart melts. She’s going on her own and she’s going on like a champ… Taking care of herself and working. … But… He doesn’t like that not everyone can get her, he’s seen occasions where she’ll be in a mentally unsafe environment and he hates seeing her vulnerable like that. He’d approach her gently, tapping on her shoulder, trying to calm her down when she sees him (which isn’t easy, you committed MURDER, Sans…) but he’ll hold her with gentleness, while slowly, unknowingly, bringing her to his hideout. He just wants her to be safe- this city and it’s inhabitants- like him- aren’t so soft.In TDtLU, she’ll come to him on the pier, without hesitation. He’ll be surprised when she just comes up to him, ask him if she can sit without seemingly noticing his sulking. He looks up to her- and she doesn’t react much to him, just waiting for an answer. She’s not… Running and screaming or anything… So he just lets her. No harm in that. She’ll start talking to him and… Something about it… He transfixes on what she’s saying and pays attention to her, watching her out of the corner of the fabric he’s hiding under, seeing the way she watches the sea so eagerly. She really likes it. She’ll get closer to him, ask him about it too, and he won’t talk, just nod and shake his head, making gestures that doesn’t include putting his bone-white hands out in the open. Something about this… Unafraid closeness, lax conversation, just watching the sea with a very happy lady… He hasn’t felt relaxed since a long time. Over the course of the year he watches her, he picks up on her mannerisms, catching her personality and her patterns, and… He’ll come to the sand, seeing if she’s afraid of a sea monster, and when she’s not… Like AMitS Sans, he’ll slowly but surely try to bring her to the water… She loves it so much, doesn’t she..? If she wants, she can live in it, with him… Again, like AMitS Sans, he’s going to be much softer and actually won’t be pushy if she doesn’t oblige the first time…

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[kacchanislife]

If requests are still open could you maybe write something for Hizashi/Present Mic? A new hero(with a quirk of your choice), whose helping to teach at UA. They’re partially deaf and they will sometimes sign back and forth with him. Maybe something fluffy where the reader is across the hall and asks him out on a date? And he starts getting flustered and his class is so confused bcus they don’t see his crush signing at him? Thank you! If not, i understand. Have a good day!

AHHHHHH, I HAD LIKE HALF OF THIS WRITTEN AND THEN I ACCIDENTALLY DIDNT SAVE AND EXITED THE APP. AHHHH

BUT I LOVE YOU ANON FOR REQUESTING PRESENT MIC!!!! I HOPE YOU ENJOY

(I totally meant to post this when I first got it, buuuttt I had a bunch of essays to do, I hope you like it!)

A Friendly Hand

Warnings: not really? Idk ASL or JSL very much tho

Pairing(s): Hizashi Yamada/Present Mic x Reader/Pulse

You had always looked up to Present Mic, the voice hero who defied what it meant to be a voice hero. He was partially deaf, just like you, and earned a career as a teacher, Pro-Hero, radio show host, and he’s a singer. You look up to him because he can do it all and doesn’t let his disability slow him down or stop him. You admire that about him, you admire him in general.

As a hero from America, there’s a lot of stigma about people with disabilities- even quirk related ones. You struggled from day one to get recognized as a hero, you already had hearing problems as a child and when you’re quirk was developing it only got worse. You can’t have sonic propulsion as a quirk and not expect a side effect that didn’t affect your hearing. Sonic booms from space shuttles could render a human permanately deaf and your quirk rivaled those sounds, so it was no wonder your hearing got progressively worse as you got older. Which just made it harder to be a hero, if you can’t communicate with your team, how are you suppose to work effectively?

But you didn’t care, you were going to be a hero no matter what. You took extra precaution to wear noise cancelling headphones, you worked with another hero who could link your team together so no verbal communication was required, you had a speech pathologist who helped with your speaking, and a pair of hearing aides for when you weren’t working. It’s a lot of work, but you were determined to be like Present Mic and follow your dreams.

Which is why you were so happy when all the struggle you’ve been through to be an amazing hero has finally paid off. Even with all the setbacks and the struggles to establish yourself a hero, you’ve done it. You’ve been invited to become a teacher at U.A. High School in Japan. THE hero school of hero schools! Many great heroes have graduated from U.A. and you’re incredibly honored to even be considered as a teacher there. Of course, you readily accepted and started to make preparations for moving. This included learning JSL, or Japanese Sign Language, so that you could communicate while you learned Japanese. Which, you knew, was going to be difficult. You can speak English, but pronunciation and volume control is still hard for you, which means pronouncing words in a language you don’t know will be even harder.

You can do it, though, you’ve pulled off greater feats in your life so far. Plus, you were going to meet your personal hero! You couldn’t just give up on learning a new language because it was hard, you were going to be an exceptional hero- just like Present Mic! 

Settling into your new life at Japan didn’t take that much time surprisingly, you were mostly using the time you had before you would start helping to teach to get accustomed to the language and customs. You didn’t want to offend anyone and you needed to learn the language to communicate with others. Though, you figure if you really need the help you can hire a translator while you’re still learning, but first you wanted to try on your own. Which proved to be really difficult and by the time the start date of your new job at U.A. rolled around you felt wholly unprepared to communicate with others. 

You could’ve cried you were so frustrated with how unsuccessful learning JSL had been, you stare at the books in front of you, willing them to make more sense or to magically transfer all the knowledge to you. A part of you wishes that was your quirk instead of the one you have. No, you thought, I can’t think negatively about this. It just means you need to work harder, you can do this. 

Today, well, today was just going to suck as you struggled to communicate with others. You hope that at least one of them knows English enough for you to verbally communicate if that is what it takes. As you arrived at U.A. you were astonished by the size of it all, it was beautiful and definitely lived up to the name of being the number one hero school. You feel yourself getting giddy again and ignoring the complications of communication for now. 

The badge that had been mailed to you was fished from your purse and you held it up to the gate where it scanned you in. You exhale softly as you prepare yourself to meet your new coworkers and mentors. You take the plunge and never look back. 

And you’re glad you didn't let your struggle to communicate hinder you from accepting one of the most rewarding jobs right after being a Pro Hero. Looking back six months ago you would not have guessed you could integrate seamlessly with Japanese Pro Heroes, but that doesn’t matter now. You were now the assistant English teacher at U.A. and held an elective Japanese Sign Language course. You’re so proud of all the progress you’ve made and if you were being honest, you owed half that success to your personal hero. 

Present Mic, or Hizashi as you call him now, instantly understood the struggle you had with communicating with them all and stepped in to help you. As someone who knew JSL, ASL, English, and Japanese he was more than capable of helping you out. Principal Nezu decided that it was best you accompany Hizashi as his assistant teacher- which worked perfectly for you because you’re native tongue is English. If there was ever a man you respected, admired, and loved more than Hizashi it had withered away when he offered his help. From then the two of you had become the best of friends and constantly going out with each other as well as sharing inside jokes. 

Which is what leads you to today. You’ve been thinking about it a lot and you have come to the decision that you want to ask Hizashi on a date, as more than friends, and you’re going to make that happen today. You had to plan it perfectly, you didn’t want your intentions misread and you certainly didn’t want to risk NOT asking him and chickening out for the rest of your life. As you got ready that morning before school would start a plan formed in your mind and took action. 

First step: stop by the store and get a little statue to Ebisu, the Japanese Shinto god that was said to be deaf

Second step: ask Shouta for a pair of Hizashi’s headphones (you know that man has a few somewhere)

Third step: wait for your free period and set up the headphones and statue on his desk in the teacher’s lounge with a picture of the two of you

Fourth step: AVOID Hizashi until your next period with him

Fifth and Final step: ask him out in ASL when he inevitably looks at you questioningly after step three and four

As the day progressed your plan was in perfect motion and by the time your last class of the day with Hizashi rolled around. You know from Nemuri and Shouta that Hizashi has been trying to find you since fourth period, but you skillfully avoided him. Nothing could ruin your plan and if you were honest if something were to ruin it, you would be greatly discouraged to follow through with it all. 

So! You avoided Hizashi until it was finally sixth period. You were in the classroom first with all the students and setting yourself up in the back of the class to watch over the students as they took a quiz. It took a moment for Hizashi to get settled and pull the quizzes out before he noticed you in the back. As he looked at you with questioning (and slightly hurt) eyes you signed to him slowly, ‘Someone once told me that asking for help is better than struggling to overcome an adversity on their own. Thank you for all your help Hizashi.’

You paused before you started to sign again, mustering all the courage that you could, ‘You’ve been my hero for as long as I can remember and getting to work with you these past six months have shown me that I more than admire you. I really like you and I was wondering if you’d like to go on a date this weekend to the pier?’

An instant blush formed on Hizashi’s cheeks and you could see some tears swell in his eyes. The students had been expecting their quizzes to be handed out only for their teacher to stop functioning it seemed. The students didn’t know sign language and they sure as hell weren’t paying attention to you in the back when their quiz was so close to them in the front. You smile at Hizashi as you cross the classroom to him and gently take the quizzes from his hands to pass out. 

The kids still aren’t sure what just happened, but Hizashi has a seemingly permanent blush on his cheeks and is unable to get any words out. Several times when you glance at him you see his hands moving to try and sign back to you, only for them to fall as his blush continues to deepen. Once all the quizzes were passed out and you were back to your post in the back of the class Hizashi seemed to reanimate. Students paused taking their test to glance up as he moved very quickly to the back of the class where you stood in your nerves. He hasn’t given an answer yet, after all. 

When you glance back up, Hizashi is right in front of you and seconds later his lips are on yours. The blush that springs up on your face is fierce but you kiss him back briefly before he pulls back. Hizashi’s hands fly up and he’s signing back to you, ‘You have no idea how much I like you too. I’d love to go on a date with you this weekend.’

All the students are silent as you beam at Hizashi and kiss him softly again, even if it was on the inappropriate side for being in class, before they all cheer. Everyone’s been wanting the two of you to get together and it seems it’s finally happening. Both you and Hizashi blush like idiots before he shoos them to pay attention to their quizzes. 

The rest of the class is spent signing back and forth to each other like usual. The only difference is the never ending blushes on your cheeks. 

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