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[meowriring]

Help my DC phase is coming back

No thoughts only teen Titans Robin and TTG Robin or literally rye gang in one place and someone in teen Titans(y'know the difference right....) Just casually said Robin have a gf and TTG gang literally though of "it's probably starfire"

BUT NAH, IT'S SOMEONE ELSE (hi reader huababagadgshshsj)

[meowriring]

SOMEONE NEEDS TO WRITE A NIKOLAI GOGOL X CIVILIAN READER

Like a normal officer worker dating a FUCKING TERRORIST 😭😭

[thedemises]

what if yuu accidentally got separated from the group during the journey to wake everyone up from malleus draconia's dream?

this idea has been floating about in my mind for a while and honestly im surprised not many people have thought about it at least once. I've seen a few works/fanart about such idea but I'd like to explore it a little further... also yuu's a bit of a weirdo here (tbh, not that surprising... isnt everyone a weirdo atp?)

(a bit ooc, before going against malleus in book 7)

the sound of active blasters landing against the ground echoes throughout the seemingly vast area, ortho shroud lands safely on his two feet with the others in tow; coordinated & composed.

“aether signal tracking successful.” the young humanoid states, “we have arrived at the designated coordinates.”

everyone else peeled themselves off silver, giving the guy some space for him and themselves. going off to the side, grim sighs heavily as he's finally free from being squished by various bodies of the housewardens. “man... finally free... i felt like my paws were going numb from bein' smushed against these guys..”

slightly groaning, riddle rosehearts stumbles away from ortho and clutches the side of his head from the light headache that formed from dream-jumping. he attempts to try to gain his bearings already to take a look around the new environment they're all in. though he takes a minute to smoothen the wrinkles in his dorm uniform, adjusting his appearance to be more presentable as if instinctual; something that the housewarden of the pomefiore dorm, vil schoenheit, is already doing himself too.

the latter is already in an unpleasant mood, feeling ill from motion sickness (he's usually not this prone to motion sickness...) and muttering about his visual appearance being a mess yet again from the dream-jumping...

idia shroud, or at least his floating tablet that's in his place, is already taking a good look around the area. its not familiar to him at all — okay- maybe that's because he barely goes out at all — similarly, everyone else is as confused as he is. though they technically already know that this is the prefect's dream, it's still so strange...

“so this is what [yuu]'s world looks like!”

ever the upbeat character, kalim al-asim is already up & about and taking a good once-over the entirely new place they're all in. he might as well take off to the (fake) skies from how excited he is to learn more about the prefect's world. however, kalim doesn't recall them talking about it much though... still, he's willing to know all about it! sunset savanna's second prince, leona kingscholar, remains unfazed in contrast but one can almost tell he's a little bit curious of the prefect herbivore's home world, regardless how unreadable the expression on his face seems to be.

azul ashengrotto almost stumbles over himself before quickly regaining his composure, scanning the area with a precise calculated gaze. “seems like we're in a public space,” he points out. it is rather empty as there were few people around the place. the group seems to be behind a few trees in what is a secluded forest at the side of the area.

silver nods, “hm, it is awfully empty.” he glances around, in case you might be wandering about nearby. a rather haughty ‘hmph!’ is heard beside the silver-haired lad; the one who stands there is sebek zigvolt, determined to drag you out of this delusion as soon as possible!

“we should make haste at this once! the prefect cannot stay wrangled up in this faux dream for too long, no matter how content they seem to be staying here!!”

idia murmurs something unintelligible under his breath, as ortho scans the area to fully understand and analyze where they are. “there's no park at these coordinates in the real world, nor does it actually exist at all from our world. we could really be in the home world [yuu] is from!” ortho explains. he took many pictures of the area, for research & to gather more info about this world. maybe later he'll ask [yuu] more about their world in their own words. “but my sensors didn't pick any sign that [yuu] seems to be nearby though...” his shoulders droop, a bit saddened.

grim seems to be rather upset though. “what? then check harder! my hench human can't be that far! im not letting them get away that easily from me!!” silver hums in agreement, firm and calm, “grim's right. we should try to find [yuu] as soon as possible, and make sure the darkness hasn't already targeted them.”

leona sighs and crosses his arms in a lazy state, honestly tired of this and he really wants to take a nap right now. they were this close to beating the crap out of malleus after wrangling almost everyone in nrc away from their dreams when the herbivore really had to loosen their grasp and separate from the group..

“tsk...”

both idia and ortho weren't initially sure about bringing all of the awakened housewardens with them and malleus draconia's retainers, considering there was a limit to how many people they can bring along on the dream-jumping. however, the housewardens were all persistent about it, to the adeuce duo's dismay & complaints (mainly from ace). the tweels were both curious about the prefect's home, epel & jack were too as well as rook, jamil, and ruggie.

tl;dr, everyone was curious about the home world the prefect of the ramshackle dorm originally came from.

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[meowriring]

Now I want 1000 of them🧍‍♀️💔

[kissedinvintage]

That smirk got me kicking my feet 😚

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Hes so bbgirl shut up chat

[cloudiepuffs]

My interpretation of twst’s jasmine and prince rielle!!

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I'm going to hold your hand while I say this...

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HOLY SHIT

MINAJAEL OMG

HE'S PRETTYBOHAHSHSBSJS

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It's just me or does he look like Yu-Gi-Oh character 😭😭😭

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HELP WAS THERE A BANNED IN PHILIPPINES IN TUMBLR??? NO WONDER I COULD NOT OPEN IT FOR A 4 DAYS 😭??

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Istg THE SMALLEST ONE IS LITERALLY WHAT IM LOOKING AT HAHAHAHAHAHHSGDUSHSBSHSBS

COUNTY POSE

[meowriring]

Ive been doing commissions to my friends oc with this chibi art style, should I open Commision here lol

Like how silly is this, I draw this all💔

[meowriring]

Hello Filipino Tumblr users

Just wondering who's Filipino here because I am LOL

[miraeofficial]

HOW AWKWARD!

what are the chances of sharing the dormitory with your ex-lover and childhood sweetheart silver. avoiding eye-contact, respected distance between each other, and neutral conversations. meanwhile, the higher chances of a certain old fae attempting to repair the broken shards of your connection with him.

starring. . . silver! x gn! reader

access to the headcanons!

Imagine having your life be a laughingstock for fate's forever amusement, hidden from your seeing eyes. Before the inevitable reunion, for a modest request, you stood before the infamous Dark Mirror, known for its old, unerring judgment of character.

Your queasy heart thumped loudly, beating with a mixture of anticipation and dread as you awaited its verdict. Your mind was cluttered with countless thoughts of worries and unrest. You are definitely not prepared to face your ex-lover again, much less be in a possible close vicinity if fate decided to toy with the fragile strings.

Anything but Diasomnia. The Dark Mirror may position you in a dormitory you may not be comfortable with, but it's the least merciful act it could bestow upon you of receiving a rather normal college experience. Surely, it would understand your woes, right? Sigh.

Unfortunately, your heartfelt desires were misplaced. The green flames had ignited inside the Dark Mirror, and its soulless announcement of your permanent residence at the Diasomnia dormitory had partially mocked your despair.

Now, you are forced to drag your weary feet to your awaiting fellow dormmates and finally, the man himself. Your hand shyly tugged at the top of your ceremonial hood as you drew near their proximity, missing the shocked gaze of your ex-lover as you attempted to busy yourself by interacting with new faces, though distant and rigid some may be.

"Well, well, well! Look what the mirror dragged in," a familiar voice taunted from behind you, causing your heart to freeze in your chest. You turned slowly to face the source of the voice, meeting the familiar, mischievous eyes of your former mentor, Lilia Vanrouge.

You may have outgrown him, but you can't mistake the sense of old authority that still lingers in his presence. "Our dear [Y/N]! Congratulations on being part of our humble dormitory." He approached you with such familiarity, with no regard to your idle awkwardness. His hand met your unsuspected back, surprising you by the little bounds of strength he still possessed, and then you winced at the sharp pain that shot through your body.

"Hello, Vanrouge—" "My, such formality! How are you, dear? Still faring well?" he interrupted, followed by boisterous laughter, as if everything was just as it used to be in the past. "I must say, you look quite different now," he continued, his eyes scanning your appearance with a mix of amusement and nostalgia.

You were no longer the same timid child he used to know, always shying away whenever his presence was near, until he gained your trust with candies and extended an introduction to his adopted son, Silver, in hopes of a newfound connection.

He was there when your relationship became fruitful, sharing common ground in several aspects, especially the love for animals and quiet scenery, and growing closer as time went on.

Lilia would watch fondly as several moments came when he caught his son showing his gentle affections towards you. His picture of the blooming love story you two had shared is one identical to the fairy tales; perhaps that's where Silver took his inspiration from.

Silver had always been consistent with his care and protectiveness towards you; you trailing after him during his sleepy naps under oak trees, him teaching you how to hold a wooden sword properly so you wouldn't hurt your hands. His rare smiles and childish whims were only private shows meant for you to watch, and the occasional sweet kisses and giggles you two secretly shared were like hidden treasures that only the two of you knew about. It ached Lilia's old heart by the uncanny gentleness he once encountered from an old foe.

He was also there when your relationship would eventually collapse. As Silver was becoming a refined knight-in-training to serve the future ruler of the Briar Valley, he was presented with two difficult choices he had to carefully choose between, meticulously curated by the heir himself.

One that would continue the path of your relationship, but his endless training and hardships will be all for naught. The other would be to begin his new chapter of life, where he pledged his life to serve Malleus and fulfill his duties as a knight, but forsaking the path he had once walked with you.

Those options were cold and final.

Even Lilia was forbidden to interfere, assist, or defend his son in making his decision.

But Malleus wanted to see where the true path of Silver's destiny would lead him, even if it meant being cruel in his contribution.

In the end, with gritted teeth and frustrated tears, Silver had chosen to walk away from your relationship; he wasn't strong enough to glimpse at your hurt reaction, because if he did, even for a bit, he's afraid that he might reconsider his decision out of a whim.

"Forgive me, but I can't stay any longer," he whispered. His cowardice prevented him from giving you the full picture of truth before turning and walking away with a heavy heart, while your cries fell to deaf ears in the cold forest, leaving the book closed without its happily ever after.

The most heartbreaking sight Lilia witnessed was the wails of his child when he had come home to their shared cottage after speaking with Malleus regarding Silver's next steps in his uncarved fate. His feet stopped cold near his son's bedroom door, his hand clenching over his aching heart when Silver's cries increased their regret and desperation.

"I'm sorry… I'm… Haah, sorry," he whispered, his face covered with his pillow, now stained with his tears. "I still want you back… I still want you back, please… My heart hurts, everything hurts…" It was an all-too-familiar scene for Lilia, yet he couldn't turn away and let Silver experience a heartbreak he knew could scar him for life.

Through several attempts of persistence, he helped his son to move on from the pain, toughening his heart from the rigorous training and discipline he imposed. Thus, Silver evolved into a man of serious demeanor, concealing his emotions behind a hostile facade that kept others at a distance.

Now, you two are finally in the same vicinity again, albeit awkwardly. "Come with me, little one," Lilia said, his head turning side-to-side as he searched for a certain silver-haired man in the crowd. His hand was encased around your wrist to prevent you from escaping into the bustling ceremony, much to your dismay.

"Silver! Silver! Come here this instant!" Lilia called out, his free hand over his mouth to amplify his voice. The crowd dispersed slightly when the old fae dragged you with him to locate his son together.

"Vanrouge-san, you really don't have to—" you tried to protest, "Have you seen Silver around? No? How troublesome." But Lilia was too busy indulging in his search to pay attention to your pleas.

"I swear, that boy is always running off," he muttered under his breath, a mix of annoyance and fondness in his tone.

If you wanted him to stop dragging you along on these wild-goose chases, you would have to come up with an old-fashioned plan. One that even a retired war general still foolishly traps himself in. "Wait, is that Silver?" you said, pretending to look ahead at the crowd.

Lilia perked up his head, attempting to follow your line of sight. "Oh? Where? I don't see him." The hold he had on your wrist gradually loosened, indicating he's letting his guard down and giving you a small opening to escape.

"Over there," you guided your finger somewhere in the opposite direction, and Lilia obliviously followed your motion. "I don't see him, dear." Finally, his hand was completely off of you, allowing you to sprint away as soon as he realized he had been fooled once more.

"[Y/N]!" Your name was called out in desperation by the old bat, yet you fled the ceremony without looking back.

The heavy grand door closes behind you with a resounding thud, muffling the sound of the commotion inside as you make your first step around your new campus.

Night Raven College never disappoints with its mysterious atmosphere; everything feels so infinitely strange and massive.

Standing in the hallway, you don't know where to move your feet first as the corridor seems to stretch on endlessly in both directions, the dim lighting casting eerie shadows on the walls.

Either way, anything to escape is enough for you to take your chances and come what may.

You lowered the upper hood of your ceremonial robes, finally revealing your face to the dimly lit surroundings. The faint sound of your footsteps echoed in the distance, letting your intuition lead the path ahead as you navigated through the labyrinthine corridors of the college, and then the cold breeze welcomed you, sending a shiver down your spine.

"So cold..." you muttered to yourself, wrapping your arms around your body for warmth. Your teeth chattered slightly, eyebrows furrowed in discomfort.

"You could've at least had your robes in a next size up," a voice called out from behind you, its tone composed yet familiar, stopping you in your tracks.

"You could've at least had your robes in a next size up," a voice called out from behind you, its tone composed yet familiar, causing you to freeze in place. Your once calm heart started to abnormally thump in your chest, a million thoughts racing through your mind at once.

You didn't want to turn around just yet. You don't wanna see his face and crumble like a fragile piece of paper in the wind.

Oh, the sevens above... Out of all people… Why does it have to be you, Silver?

"[Y/N]." The way he now pronounces your name is deeper and more mature than you remember, lacking the usual warmth and familiarity that used to accompany it. One that you used to cherish that part of him. It's as if he's a different person now.

Your eyes suddenly became heavy with unshed tears as you struggled to maintain your composure. What was the point of crying over spilled milk? You already convinced yourself that you had long severed your romantic attachments to him when you discovered that the world is much bigger than dwelling on pitiful heartbreaks.

At least that's what the pettiness had advised you throughout the years.

A big exhale escapes your lips, numbing the lingering ache in your chest. You turned your foot behind you; your eyes remained at the ground, absorbing the cold tiles, until they took courage to lift up and carefully met his expectant gaze for the first time in years.

Those same beautiful aurora-colored eyes sparkled with sharpness yet softened with a hint of vulnerability.

He had the nerve to gaze at you like that as if he weren't the one who should be ashamed for showing up unannounced.

Silence lingered between the two of you to ease the tension that was building up, but somberness eventually crawled its way to make its job difficult.

"Why are you here?"

There was no greeting or a simple "How are you?", just a straightforward question.

But that's the kind of department Silver is efficient in. Small, blunt responses were his trademark. "I was just walking by; I didn't expect to see you here."

Stillness settled in the air for a moment; you analyzed his expression, yet it was difficult for you to discern what he was truly feeling. He didn't look like he was lying, or he had just perfected the art of hiding his emotions.

Either way, you don't wanna deal with him today.

"Whatever," you muttered, looking anywhere but him.

You readied your feet to walk away, not wanting to delve any deeper into the conversation, as it wouldn't lead anywhere relevant.

"I should get going—" "SILVEEEERRRR!"

A booming yell across the hallway rooted you to the spot, preventing escape, and then your ears winced at the heightened volume, while Silver sighed in resignation, already anticipating the messy outcome.

You furrowed your eyebrows in annoyance, shifting your gaze to the approaching green-haired individual, all out of breath and aggravated.

…Is that Sebek?

He halted in front of you and Silver, panting heavily before managing to speak. Though he seemed fixated on the silver-haired man rather than your mere presence.

"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?! LILIA-SAMA HAD BEEN URGING ME TO FIND YOU IMMEDIATELY!" he shouted, shamelessly increasing the volume of his voice even more. "WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG?!"

"Calm down, Sebek," Silver quietly replied, unfazed by the outburst. "You're frightening them." His eyes rested on your surprised expression, holding the stare in uncomfortable silence.

This comment did not settle well with Sebek, viewing it like a high offense for just correcting his crude behavior.

"Frightening?!" he bellowed, his face turning a shade of red.

His head turned in the direction of your uneasy figure; now that he's finally aware of your presence but nowhere near recognizing you, he doesn't see the issue that you're clearly bothered by.

"Ha! Don't lecture me, Silver! I have every right to act however I please," he said, holding his head high.

"And you!" Out of nowhere, he immediately pointed his accusing finger at you and continued, "If you are just here to distract Silver from his duties, begone at once."

Sebek's finger remained pointed at you like a lance ready to strike, his yellow-green eyes blazing with righteous indignation. "You heard me, human! If your only purpose here is to pull Silver away from his knightly obligations, then leave this instant! Diasomnia has no need for—"

Oh, Silver had heard enough of this bullshit.

"Enough, Sebek." Silver's voice cut through the tirade, low but edged with steel. His posture straightened, no longer slumped from fleeting drowsiness, then placing himself subtly between you and the taller first-year.

Sebek blinked, momentarily thrown. "What... What did you say?"

"I said enough." Silver's aurora gaze had gone flat, the vulnerability you glimpsed earlier replaced by the cold composure he'd worn like armor since the day he walked away. "You will not speak to them that way. Not in front of me."

The hallway seemed to shrink. Sebek's mouth opened and closed once, twice, like a helpless fish suddenly pulled onto land. "You... You're defending an outsider over your own dormmate? OVER YOUR DUTY?!"

"They are not an outsider." Each word came out measured, deliberate. "And even if they were, that gives you no right to bark at them like some common guard dog."

Sebek recoiled as though slapped. His face cycled rapidly through shock, betrayal, and incandescent fury. "How dare you! After everything Lilia-sama and Young Master have done for you, you would prioritize some..." he pointed at you, as if you were a buzzing pest. "some fleeting distraction from years ago?!"

Silver's jaw clenched, attempting to maintain his cool as he would rather not stress you further because of his temper. "You're being ridiculous... I'm not prioritizing anything. I'm telling you to stop harassing someone who has done nothing to you."

In the midst of the heated squabble, you felt heat crawl up your neck, partially from embarrassment and something uncomfortably close to gratitude. You hadn't expected him to step in. You thought he would dismiss him and call it a day. Yet, this is the first time in years that you saw him almost losing his cool.

The brewing storm was interrupted by a cheerful, singsong voice that somehow managed to sound both innocent and terrifying at once.

"My, my~ What a lively discussion we're having in the corridors!"

There he was again, the persistent old bat appeared as though he'd simply materialized from the shadows themselves, his hands clasped behind his back, and his fangs peeking out in a wide, delighted grin.

His crimson eyes flicked between the three of you with open amusement, lingering longest on Silver's tense shoulders and Sebek's tomato-red face.

Oh, how it dearly reminds him of all the quarrels his two pupils committed, then dared to act guilty in front of him when caught, like frozen little bats.

"Sebek," he said sweetly, "indoor voices, please. Don't mistake these empty halls as an invitation for bloodshed."

The said man snapped to rigid attention despite himself. "L-Lilia-sama! I was merely—"

"Merely what? Protecting Silver's virtue?" He cocked his head, smile never wavering. He placed his hand over his chest as if mockingly proud. "How noble. Though I believe that's my job~ Now then."

He turned to you, expression softening into something almost parental. "I'm terribly sorry, dear. These two can be... enthusiastic. Please don't think too poorly of Diasomnia because of their little spat."

You managed a tight nod, throat too constricted for words.

Silver's gaze dropped to the floor briefly, jaw tight. The guilt was slowly creeping up like an old, terrible friend. He looked like he wanted to say something more, but the words wouldn't come.

Lilia clapped his hands together brightly. "Perfect timing, actually. Why don't you join us for dinner tonight? Malleus will be there, of course—we've prepared quite the feast to welcome our newest member properly. It would be wonderful to have you at the table again, wouldn't it, Silver?"

Silver tensed at his father's bold request, his eyes flicked up to meet yours for half a heartbeat, as if pleading, before he looked away again bashfully.

Though one student wasn't pleased with the mere idea. "Lilia-sama! With all due respect, they are no longer—" Sebek exploded.

"Enough." For the first time, the old bat's tone lost every trace of playfulness. The hallway seemed to drop several degrees that ceased all needless chatter. He directed his firm stare at the now trembling boy. "I decided who is welcome at our table, Sebek. Not you."

Meanwhile, Silver's glare toward Sebek could have cut glass.

You swallowed hard. The thought of sitting across from Malleus Draconia, the same person who had once placed that impossible choice in Silver's hands, made your stomach twist violently.

You could already picture those calm, ancient eyes watching everything, possibly judging those who dared to breathe in his regal presence.

Even though there are countless times you spat at his name behind his back, facing him now would only prove that you're still a trembling coward in his overwhelming, outmatched authority.

You took a small step back.

"Thank you for the invitation, Vanrouge-san," you said quietly, forcing your voice steady. "But... maybe next time. I'm still trying to find my way around, and I wouldn't wanna impose tonight."

Lilia's smile dimmed just slightly; he was already aware of your choice anyway, though he recovered quickly. "Of course, dear. The offer stands whenever you're ready. Our doors are always open for you."

You nodded once more, then let your reluctant eyes drift to Silver.

He was watching you already.

He was quiet, only that steady, unreadable gaze, the same one he'd given you years ago when he whispered his goodbye in the forest. Except now there was something raw beneath the surface, something that looked dangerously close to regret.

Please... Come with us. With me.

You nipped the flesh inside of your cheek, shying your gaze away from him. You don't wanna overextend your welcome here any longer.

You respectfully bowed your head at the three men, then you turned, ignoring how you caught Silver's hand, almost reaching out.

As you walked away, behind you, you heard Lilia's soft sigh, Sebek's indignant huff, and Silver's single, unsteady exhale, with his hand still halfway extended to your fleeting direction.

Thus, the corridor stretched on ahead, cold and endless.

[meowriring]

Now I want 82736626 episodes, 1299383 seasons and more dude💔💔

[manias-wordcount]

hello~ can you do haru (free!) with a reader who's unintentionally very asmr-y? like her voice is really soft spoken and relaxing then when she starts softly touching him while he's resting on her lap or something he instantly gets tingles

which also means he's not getting off of her for a long time

What's Said Out Loud (Haruka Nanase x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗼!!!

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

Haru is rarely stressed. But you know exactly what to do when he is.

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At first, it was hard for you to tell when he was experiencing any negative emotion versus when he just didn’t care. After all, he was always so quiet. So stoic. So straight-faced. So cool. Back when you two were kids, at least. But he grew up. And so did you. And while yes, he’s still those things. And yes, he hasn’t really gotten any more outwardly expressive over time. But the two of you have grown closer. He’s learned to trust you. To let his guard down around you. And even if that does manifest in almost infuriatingly subtle ways, you’ve done your best to learn how to read him and his little moods.

​

So you can tell just by looking into his pretty blue eyes when there’s a storm brewing inside of them or if he’s just a little bored. And you can tell just by his posture if he’s starting to feel tired or if he’s feeling a little curious.

​

And you know if he’s upset or confused just by how slight his frown is. The same way you know how hungry or annoyed he is by the slightest twitch of his fingers. You can read him. You can read almost everything about him. The hum of his voice. The shortness and the volume of his breath. How long his eyes linger and how narrow they are as he peers at something. Hell, even his energy when he enters a room that you’re in. You can read it all. You know it all.

​

And because you can detect it all, you can respond to it. You can respond to him. Exactly in the way he needs you to. Like, he needs you right now simply because he’s stressed. And there’s only one person who can ever help him when he’s like this: you.

​

Not that he would ever say this outloud, of course.

​

So when he finds you today, enjoying the breeze of a nice, warm, and sunny day as you quietly flip your way through a book, he doesn’t say a word. Instead, he just makes a beeline for you. And when he’s close enough for you to detect him, you greet him the same way you always do. A friendly smile. A quick hello. The normal sort of thing. But as he gets closer and closer, and you spot the expression on his face, you know that there’s something on his mind that’s pulling him down.

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You can do your best to think of all the things it could be. You can wrack your brain and try to see if it’s about an upcoming competition or a problem with the club. Maybe it’s something with his friends, family, or even Rin. Perhaps it’s school-related. Perhaps it’s something to do with swimming as a whole. Or perhaps it’s something that’s completely beyond you at the moment. Something he has yet to tell you about in any shape or form. But knowing him, he won’t tell you.

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He won’t complain. He won’t vent or shout or rant or speak one word towards you, for that matter. In fact, you might not even get a sigh or a huff out of him. Instead, he’ll just creep closer and closer to where you’re sitting, and he’ll settle down right beside you. And before you even know it, he’ll be taking off his jacket and placing it on the ground right beside you. All so he can close his eyes and lay his head on your lap.

If this were the first time he did this to you, you might have felt a little shock. In fact, the first time he did this without any words or warnings to you, you distinctly remember the quiet sort of panic that took over as Haru made himself comfortable in your lap and closed his eyes to rest a little bit. But this isn’t the first time he’s done this to you. Nor is it the second or third or fourth or even the fifth time this has happened. So when the initial surprised feeling you got at his sudden appearance wears off, you find that you’re not shocked. And you’re panicking. Not even a little bit.

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In fact, as Haru lays his head in your lap and lets out a deep, deep breath while he crosses his arms over his chest and prepares for his nap, you make a mental note of the page you were last on. And once you’ve done that, you flip to the beginning of your book, and you start to read. Out loud. And for him.

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And almost instantly, something in him changes.

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The second your voice starts to filter through the air as you read from the book, the energy around him shifts. Any heaviness that was once there seems to have evaporated into thin air. Though the fact that you’re currently reaching out and carding your fingers through his hair like he’s nothing more than an overgrown, grumpy yet loving house cat might have something to do with that. But it doesn’t change the fact that you see all the telltale signs of you doing something right. He doesn’t push you away. He doesn’t open his eyes and glare at you. He doesn’t even move a muscle for the first few moments you have him there, trapped in your little bubble of tranquility. Designed just for him.

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No, instead, he calms down. The stress from his features doesn’t dissipate. At least, they don’t all disappear all at once. But ease up. They fade away. The release him from their hold. And all of this? It’s all because of you. All because of your presence. And perhaps most importantly, your voice.

​

You’ve heard it be called many things throughout your time growing up. ‘Soft’ is a common one. You hear ‘quiet’ very often, too. But you’ve also heard ‘sweet’ and ‘melodic.’ ‘Warm’ and ‘inviting.’ ‘Picturesque’ and ‘comforting.’ And so many, many, many more from friends and family and peers and strangers alike, all sharing something that they like about your voice. Something about your voice that they couldn’t help but love.

​

That said, Haru has never told you that he likes your voice.

​

In fact, he’s never commented on it. And you never expected him to. You didn’t think he had the words in him, really. But as you both grew older, you both changed in your own little ways. He became taller and stronger. Faster and better at his beloved sport. More so than you could ever manage. And you? Well, a lot has changed about you. But your voice in particular grew softer. Sweeter. More pleasant sounding than it was when you were younger, which was a tough act in itself to do. But you know this. Because Haru always responded well to your voice.

​

Even if he didn’t respond verbally to your questions or calls, you know he always responded in his own little ways. And you know this, you, because you know him. You can read all his little moods. All his little negative feelings that he hides behind stoic looks and pretty blue eyes. You can read it in the way he carries himself and in the way he sets his lips in a straight line. But beyond his negative emotions, you can read his positive emotions too.

​

So you can tell by the way his brows lower that he’s starting to feel a little bit more at peace, even though his eyes are fully closed. Just like how you can tell by the way his hands move to lay themselves across his chest instead of just folding themselves there that he’s starting to feel a little bit better. And just like how you can tell by the way that he’s starting to feel slightly heavier and heavier now that he’s beginning to rest his body weight on you, that he’s not just feeling good. He’s feeling happy. At least, happier than he was

​

Perhaps a bit sleepy too. Because those soft breaths of his are starting to sound suspiciously like snores. Not that you would comment on it. And not that he would ever say anything about it either. But you know. You know him.

​

So the fact that you’re dealing with a stressed Haru is surprising. But it isn’t concerning. You know what to do when he seeks you out like this.  You know what he needs when all he can do is show up and put all his weight on you as if he didn’t know how to stand before now. And you know how to quietly break through his walls and lead him back into the light. You’ve always known. You’re the only one who knows. And thus, you’re the only one he can trust with his emotions. His feelings. His stress. His anger. His frustration. His silence. His sleep. His peace. But most importantly?

​

He trusts you with himself. And for a boy like him, that’s saying a lot.

​

Even if it is never truly said out loud.

[meowriring]

I NEED MORE AHHDIAHSHISJSBSV

[itsameaera]

hello! hope you're having a good day ;) I'd like to request vil who secretly has a massive crush on a Ignihyde reader who's pretty socially awkward but good and passionate about technology and asks them to help the film research club as cameraman in order to get closer to his crush. tysm <3

【❝I <3 Nerds❞】

【Synopsis: In which Vil devises a desperate plan to finally get you to realize how he feels about you】

【Featuring: Vil Schoenheit】

【Tags: gn reader, Ignihyde reader, nerd reader, dense/clueless/awkward reader, reader is a member of the Film Studies Club, fluff, crack, Vil is lowkey fed tf up lol, it’s alright tho bc he gets a happy ending to make for all the bs lol, sweet/happy ending, possible typos/spelling errors, I think that’s everything, please let me know if I missed any tags】

【Word count: 1k】

【a/n: YIPPEE ANOTHER VIL REQUEST!! I think we all know by now how much I love Vil, so I obviously had a great time writing this lol! I still can’t believe we haven’t gotten his clubwear card yet like where tf is it??? Anyways, tysm for sending this in and sorry for the wait — I hope it was worth it lol! Enjoy! ;3】

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Vil Schoenheit is by no means a desperate man.

The word alone calls to mind the image of a parched man in desert dragging himself over sand dunes to the nearest oasis. Vil, however, is be very much hydrated and not at all desperate, thank you very much.

Ambitious, would be a much more apt word to describe the actor. Vil strives for the best in all things, and that includes romance. Unfortunately, he's found himself harboring romantic feelings for what he can only describe as the most unromantic person in all of Twisted Wonderland.

You wouldn't know romance if it slapped you in the face. Vil has tried, he's he's tried hard, to get you to understand how he feels about you to no avail. At this point, he's starting to stress sweat at the thought of wooing you, which is a new and frankly infuriating symptom of the distress you're causing him.

Flirting hasn't worked, and neither has casual affection, acts of service, or gifts.

Vil initially chalked it up to you being socially awkward — which seems to be a common trait among you Ignihyde students — but he's beginning to think you're just not interested in him, which is a downright terrifying prospect for him. I mean, what's not to like?

Perhaps Vil was a bit too pushy about helping you correct your posture, or maybe he went too far when he laid into you about your alarmingly terrible sleep schedule, but he only did things because he cares about you! Oh well, whatever it is that has come between you shall, hopefully, be rectified too. If not, well, Vil doesn't know what he'll do if his plan doesn't work.

Inviting you to join the Film Studies Club as a camera operator was not initially Vil's idea — it was Rook that made the suggestion — but he honestly wishes he'd thought of it sooner. Now he doesn't need to come up with flimsy excuses to spend time with you. I mean, Vil could only do your hair and makeup so many times before it becomes obvious that he's bullshitting you.

Your passion for technology is a great asset to the Film Studies Club. From filming, to lighting, and audio, you basically play a role in all the behind-the-scenes work that goes into a production. Vil, of course, is always nearby to keep an eye on you. He does, of course, actually do other things, but a portion of his attention is always on you.

Like right now, for example.

Vil is a proud man, but he's apparently not too proud to openly stare at you while you putter about with the rest of the technical team in preparation of tonight's production. Thankfully, everyone's far too busy to notice their Club Leader gawking at their lead technician. Well, almost everyone, that is.

"Do you, uh— need something? You've been staring for a bit. Did I do something wrong?" Your voice — small, meek, and almost fearful — pulls Vil out of his thoughts and back into the embarrassing reality that is being caught staring at his crush. Shame and embarrassment are not two things that the actor is used to feeling, but he's definitely feeling them now, and he hates both terribly.

"No, no, you've done nothing wrong, potato. Your efforts today have been extraordinary, as always. I was merely… lost in thought." One would think the Vil Schoenheit — literal world-class actor — would be able to come up with a better excuse, but that's definitely not the case. You don't buy it for a second, and he can't blame you for your distrust in his words.

"Then, why were you staring at me?" Ah, there it is; the million-dollar question. What was Vil staring at you? Perhaps it was the way your hair falls in front of your eyes as you work, or maybe it's the adorable expression you make when you're concentrated, it could have even been the way you just look so in your element behind the camera. Vil himself can't name just one reason, but he'd be hard-pressed to name a singular one in response to your question.

"Are you blind?"

There's no use running from this anymore. This cat and mouse game is beyond tiring at this point, so Vil figures he ought to just come on out and say it.

"I like you, (y/n)."

…

"Like, romantically?" And just like that, Vil goes from somewhat embarrassed to downright exasperated. Of all people, why oh why did he have to fall for such a thick-headed potato?

"Yes, romantically, you dolt! Great Seven, I thought I was being obvious about it."

"Oh, I just thought you were being nice." Nice? You thought Vil was just being nice when he lavished you with gifts and let you get closer to him than anyone else ever has? Oh Great Seven, you really are dense, aren't you?

…

"Oh, you silly little potato. I was trying to woo you. Do you really think I'd go through all that trouble just to make you my friend?"

"Yeah, that makes sense, I guess."

…

"I uh— like you too, by the way." Vil would be lying if he said he wasn't relieved to hear those words leave your lips, but he wishes this confession came at a better time. It's certainly not romantic to tell your crush that you like them among the pre-production chaos going on around you.

"Really? You have a very interesting way of showing it, dear."

"I can't help it! I'm not used to this romance stuff, okay?"

"Well, you better get used to it now that we're dating."

"Huh? We are?"

"That is what two people do when they both have romantic feelings for each other, yes?"

"Y-yeah, obviously. I guess we're dating, then."

"We are, but that doesn't mean you can slack off on your duties. Now, get back to work. We can discuss this later when the preparations for tonight's production are done."

"Right, on it. I won't let you down!"

"I know you won't, sweet potato. Keep up the good work. Now, off you go."

[meowriring]

I want more ONNOMNOMNOM

[lavandulawrites]

My interest is piqued 👀👀

His name is Lohen and he is the vice captain of the Fifth Company of the Knight of Favonius 🩷

[meowriring]

He looks peggable/j

[bluessmau]

Anti-Valentine's

In which Fem!Reader and her boyfriend, Ace/Deuce/Leona/Kalim/Jamil/Silver/Crewel, have a date scheduled on Valentine's Day, but he completely blows her off to help a female coworker of his who Reader knows has a crush on him.

Angst. Fem(MtF and AFAB-Friendly)!Reader. Established relationship(?). Toxic argument. Some of these end in a breakup.

Part 2

Ace Trappola

Deuce Spade

Leona Kingscholar

Kalim Al-Asim

Jamil Viper

Silver Vanrouge

Divus Crewel

Tags: @waitlexist @ryebread0605 @im-no-mechanic-but @lazeriii @oldwokasiv @currapted1glitch0 @ppnuggie111 @enlightenedheir @mostro-lounge-menu @silverargentu @foxglovepng @maiiamoon @sweetlikevanilaaa @maomaoyuu @th30sstuff @kyuu0 @a-hidden-gem @mx-insert-fandom-here @echosofmortality

[meowriring]

YOU CAN'T LET ME READ WITHOUT PART 2 RN PLS HHAHSUEJDIISHHS

[meowriring]

Would it be funny if Riddle Roseheart have a S/O who's a hedgehog, and suddenly sneeze? I know THERE'S A SPECIFIC RULE WHERE THEY SING WHEN THE HEDGEHOG SNEEZE 😭😭😭