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Hi! Can i ask you to make smth w the DICKZ and thoma? If gn reader gets cat called what would they do? I wanna participate in this event ehehehe

“𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌.”

how they'd react to catcalling. |   angst with comfort. tw: details pertaining to harrassment. please read at your own risk. |   pairings :: diluc, itto, childe, kaeya, zhongli, and thoma x gn reader (separate) |   notes :: welcome to my blog ehe~ it’s an honor to have you here. i assumed that i should write for them individually (hopefully that’s alright?). *unfortunately this happens a lot but please don’t mistake this as me glamorizing cat-calling! street harrassment is definitely not okay and i do not condone subjecting anyone to this behavior. |  our lovely sponsors: @x-i-a-o-n-e-m-o @justqueerandhereforthetea (ask to be added to the taglist!)

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Normally appearing indifferent to the antics of others, Diluc is absolutely terrifying when his hard-set gaze is intentional. He stands tall, towering over all with narrowed eyes and thinly pressed lips. He wants to believe he heard incorrectly, that his ears failed him and he’s misheard what they said, but the clear discomfort in your face makes it apparent that he was right after all. He doesn’t hide his disgust. There is no need for you to turn to him with fear in your eyes because if looks could kill, Diluc would claim vengeance and be found guilty.

As spirited as Itto appears, he certainly isn’t dumb. He knows exactly what that whistle was intended for, what those words implicated. His face first contorts in blatant shock, then unmistakable anger. He’ll shout and make a scene, an arm around your shoulders to pull you into his side so he shields you with his body. If you so much prod his shoulder as a signal, however, he’ll be more than happy to whisk you away from the scene. Expect him to attempt to console you with his shenanigans afterwards.

Childe reacts with hesitance or uncertainty. All had been swell: you’d been hiding your smile behind your hand as he made grand motions with his arms, a hearty laugh falling from his lips. His grin falls immediately when he comes to a halt and turns on his heel so quickly, it’s a miracle that he doesn’t get whiplash. His tongue is sharp and his mouth spews bitter, angry words. It is the tug on his sleeve, a grasp on his elbow, that reels him back in from taking them by the shirt. A fight wouldn’t do, not when you’d be there to witness his stealthy corruption, but he never forgets the faces of those who dare treat you like such. After all, what kind of useless scum would he be to let this lesson go untaught?

Only a fool would dare to utter such crude things about the calvary captain’s beloved. Kaeya has his flirtatious moments, sweet and borderline suggestive but should never be underestimated to be indifferent to you. People dote on him all the time, yes, and he entertains them to get a kick out of their infatuation, but even he complies when it comes to personal boundaries. His remarks drip with sarcasm. He practically barks them out through a tense jaw and grinding teeth, an arm looped around your waist protectively. Violence may not be the answer, but when this happens all he sees is red.

Zhongli is no stranger to the ways of mortals. He has lived to see generation after generation, and while the world around him changed, human nature hardly did and that included the manners of which they approached different social environments. Nonetheless, he cannot fathom how one might muster the audacity to call after you so inappropriately. He himself has never been subjected to such harassment but being witness to it, especially involving you, arouses a wrath unmatched by any he’s known in his time. His presence alone emanates a poise unmatched by any other, even in this form, so don’t be surprised if he manages to intimidate the perpetrator away. If they linger, however, he will not hesitate to insert his dominance in the situation on your behalf. You are, after all, deserving of utmost respect.

Similarly to Itto, Thoma is renowned for his charm. He is the friendly face any one may seek out in the marketplace in Ritou or around the shops in Inazuma City, loved and respected by many. He is always so gentle with even the newest of acquaintances, establishing relationships with anyone who may need him, but don’t expect that to be the case here. He is more concerned about your well-being than that of his connections. He has no respect for those who demean others, and he’ll make this very clear. His voice carries throughout cobblestoned streets, maybe loud enough to draw a crowd, but he could care less. Out of the six he is most likely to not resort to violence, but he definitely would be verbal in such a situation. Afterwards, of course, he cares after you tenderly. Whatever you need, whether it be space or his comfort, he’ll comply without a second thought.

Ⓒ diluvey 2021. do not repost, translate, edit, and/or copy any of my works.

hq guys picking you up from the airport

[with: bokuto, iwaizumi, kuroo, suna] [a/n: im now absolutely smitten with bokuto- you can also see my writing go down hill]

-> BOKUTO is all smiles the moment he sees you pass through the gates, a lovesick look covering his face as he catches your eye, waving you over. you’re in his grasp within seconds, arms looped around his neck as he spins you around, luggage discarded not too far away. “i missed you baby” he mumbles into your neck, hot breath fanning your skin as he presses a kiss to the skin. “i missed you too kou, i can’t believe its been so long.” squeezing in one final hug, you pull back only to lean back in to press a kiss to his lips, his mouth warm against yours. “you ready to go home?” “yeah, let me jus-” “i’ve got it” he assures you, grabbing your suit case in one hand and wresting an arm around your waist with the other, placing a final kiss to your cheek as you head out to the car

-> IWAIZUMI sighs a breath of relief as you smile at him half walking half jogging to where he is, eyes bright with excitement. you’re caught off guard when he gathers you up in his arms, holding on so tightly to you as if some one where about to take you away from him. he’s not gonna mention the nights he spent, cuddling your pillow in place of you and looking through the photo album on his phone, finger swiping through photo after photo, most really bad photos of you that made him smile. “you came to get me” you coo, feeling his grip tighten around your waist. “of course i would, what kinda boyfriend would i be not to pick my darling up from the airport?” “a really bad one” you joke, lip tugging downward in a mock pout as iwaizumi chuckles, taking your carry-on from you “let’s go get ur stuff, bag check’s over there right?” he asks as you nod, only to squat down in front of you “hop on” gives u a whole ass piggy back ride through the air port while holding ur bag

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♡ GENSHIN IMPACT + HOW LOVE FINDS THEM ♡

➳ ft. kaeya, diluc, zhongli, tartaglia

➳ tags ;; tooth-rotting fluff, hurt/comfort, alcohol as a coping mechanism, a little angst but happy endings always, extreme kaeya bias ngl, spoilers for kaeyas story, nonsexual nudity, gn!reader 

➳ a/n ;; first time writing for genshin so if the characterization is funky.. my fault 

➳ summary ;; genshin impact characters and how i think love finds them when they find you 

ZHONG-LI

Sometimes, he admits to himself, it feels forbidden to love you. 

When love finds him, it is on the stairway of a small cottage, tucked into a corner of Liyue. It is quiet and unassuming, more importantly shared. A place you’ve decided to spend hefty mora on to live in. 

There’s a backyard and a space for a garden and there are sweet flowers that always seem to regrow after you pick them. On the walls are weapons and hunting gear but in the drawers are spare clothes and change. It’s got two stories but it’s not big. It’s a home, still. 

You’ve invited him inside, an adopted street-cat at your feet as you make dinner. Zhong-li is a working man, but he spends his days off here. You are an adventurer, strong with a big heart and bigger dreams. Your silhouette makes up all the shadows that dance on the wall and you sway to the beat of a soundless song. A smile makes the corners of your lips twitch up and you stir the pot of whatever you’re making with boundless enthusiasm. 

Zhong-li would not wish godliness on anyone. He thinks about it often. Where Rex Lapis ends and where the human, the mortal Zhong-li starts is a blurred line. Humanity is a grieving thing. People live and are happy and then they pass and it is the only thing someone can guarantee. You will be born into the world tearful but you will pass silently - like a wind. 

Godliness means little is forbidden to you. Reality is something you fumble with in your clumsy hands and hope you can get right and humanity is a grieving thing. Always in that order. He knows there is no such thing as love that is truly forbidden - feelings like love and sadness and joy are things that cannot be settled by contracts or understood. They simply exist as if they are their own religion. 

Zhong-li watches you pick up a white furred cat and let it’s nose rest against yours for a brief moment. You hug it and sing to it like it is a child and when you’re done, you let it fondly nudge against your legs.

“Stop being bad and let me cook dinner,” you’ll say, like it knows. And maybe it does - Zhong-li thinks to himself that it might. It prances off and sleeps in the basket you’ve bought, covered in blankets and linens. He stares at you for a long while, his eyes dancing down your silhouette.

There is something remarkably human about love. Perhaps love is the one thing gods cannot truly get their hands on. This greed, this loneliness, this tender feeling - so soft it might fall apart in his hands. In all of his years of living, he likes to believe he has known love. For his companions and for his people. 

But this affection that soaks his bones, greedy and aching to be cared for, must be something only a human could get their hands on. He thinks he could only love you like this with his mortal body, his beating heart and dry mouth. With golden eyes that blink at you, curious to know what you’ll do or say next. If humanity is grieving, perhaps love is acceptance. Reconciliation. Maybe the reason no human complains about a short life is because they, at least once, have loved. 

He thinks he understands it briefly. If redoing everything meant he couldn’t be with you, even once, he would keep it all the same. What a sentiment. He smiles at you as you dance and the sunlight hits the bare skin of your thighs, buried in the expanse of your skin. He longs to be so close to you too. 

Remembering he can choose to be so close to you. That he can act upon this insatiable desire to be loved. It feels forbidden and unreachable. 

But it isn’t. 

He holds out his hand to you and you pause, tilting your head before taking it. He stands and wraps his arms around your waist and stares down at you with so much affection you falter. His lips press against the crown of your head. You’re warm and real.

When love finds him, it is just like this. Under the setting sun of Teyvat, harbored in his mortal body. 

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THROWING IT BACK ON HIM. I’m feeling ROMANTICAL 😈

KAEYA, ZHONGLI, DILUC, CHILDE, SCARACOOCHIE, ALBEDO

cw. suggestive, please don’t mastrubate to this!! take those fingers out yo bootyhole and spray em with Lysol. NEOW

ac. pnkkr4mune on twt;;

DILUC doesn’t know what the fuck to do.. 😭😭 His hand is flying everywhere. Man’s going places‼️ Is he supposed to? Hold your..⁉️ Is it even respectful. HES LOOKING AWAY AS BEST AS HE CAN‼️ WHILE HIS HANDS SEARCH FOR SOME BADONK DONK… while keeping a 6 inch social distancing. Respect 💪💪

KAEYA is grinding at that shit. Fookin delicious. Man’s in those skinny jeans GETTING IT ‼️‼️ He’s ur hype man, doesn’t matter if ur a stranger, friend, fiancee. TO HELL WITH IT 🤬⁉️⁉️ he probably has an erectile dysfunction from those skinny jeans but HES RECEIVING ASS PRETTYY WELL..

ZHONGLI puts his hands on your hips, and puts his head on your shoulder, and closes his eyes. WE THROWING OUT OUR DUMPITY DUMP TRUCK AND UR GONNA.. CLOSE UR EYES⁉️⁉️ THE FUCKING AUDACITY 🤬🤬 if his voice didn’t sound like literal sex, that bitch would’ve been DEAD. 😇

CHILDE hypes you up, like kaeya but he’s secretly a virgin 😭⁉️ this man gets NO bitches. ZERO PLAY 🤣👎⁉️ HE SAYS HE KNOWS WHAT HES DOING AND FEELS U UP… but in reality he’s shitting himself. HE DOESNT KNOW WHAT HES DOINN 😭😭 he tries escaping through the bathroom window. Let’s hope ur into edging, bc that man is an ajaxulate and evacuate kinda guy

SCARAMOUCHE slaps ur ass and slutshames u. NOT LIKE… sexist shi but sexy stuff yk. Romantic fr⁉️💞💞 But tbh he’s actually VERY embarrassed and his red ears are covered by his hair. DAMN THAT BOWLCUT🤬🤬 probably halfway in, he hurts your feelings and you have to stop him.

ALBEDO asks u wtf ur doing. Like. IM TRYNA SEDUCE U 🙄🙄‼️‼️ mating call yk. He probably records it for “research purposes”.. He just stares at ur ass. It’s very awkward, I suggest throwing urself off a bridge. 💞💞

cocky bastard vibes - zhongli

ship: zhongli x reader

synopsis: in which reader shares their free thoughts on the liyue statue of seven

notes: standalone snippet part of the bookkeeping!verse

It was a beautiful day in Liyue. The grass was a luscious green and the birds were singing a beautiful song. After a nice stay at the Emerald Maple Inn, you and Mr. Zhongli decided to have a cup of tea next to the Statue of the Seven before heading on your way to Qingce Village. You were to accompany him to pick up supplies for the next funeral rite, and with the way the morning was going, you knew nothing would ruin this peaceful day.

"So how much do you want to bet that Rex Lapis was hot and knew it?”

You ignored the choked sound that came from your side as you gazed up at the picturesque statue. Though your companion would probably consider your question quite out of the blue, you couldn’t say it was the first time you wondered such a thing. Whenever you passed by one of them in Liyue, the thought always plagued your mind for a few hours after. Judging by Mr. Zhongli’s reaction, though, it seemed he did not share your sentiments.

"Ehem… That… certainly is an interesting thought. I can’t say whether or not previous records touched on such a topic."

You hummed, gazing up at the statue. Really? That couldn’t be true. Why wouldn’t anyone talk about a statue looking like that?

“Well there are many reasons why I’d say I’m right. First off, his outfit. He has a hooded cloak on while also being shirtless. There’s absolutely no logical reason to dress like that unless they’re from the deserts of Sumeru, wouldn’t you say? It obviously was a conscious fashion decision. If you pair that with the seductive way he’s sitting, I’d be inclined to assume he’s quite clearly feeling his look.”

Silence came from your side. Hm, Mr. Zhongli still wasn’t convinced? Then you would go on.

“You do see it, right? His posture is relaxed, yet confident. Not to mention the way he’s looking at that cube in his hand with practically bedroom eyes. His knees are apart too. My friend from Sumeru told me that when a man sits like that, he’s displaying his dominance.”

Still silence.

"You can't sit in a seductive pose like that without on some level being aware you look good doing it. I mean look at him! He's shirtless and everything! I've heard even macho fishermen say that they pray to the statue for a good night before coming home to see their wives. You can’t blame them, right?"

A hesitant cough.

"I-I'm sure it was a younger time when those statues were sculpted."

You groaned.

"Maybe, but you’re not even looking! If you did, you’d agree with me that Rex Lapis is clearly exuding such massive 'cocky bastard' vibes!" You countered.

For some reason, the more you spoke, the more flustered he became.

"C'mon, Mr. Zhongli! Why are you so embarrassed? It's not like I'm slandering his good name! I mean, if Rex Lapis didn't want us talking about him like this, maybe he shouldn't have made a statue with abs clean enough to eat off of!"

Okay, maybe at this point, you were piling it on a bit thick. Could anyone blame you? His face was in his hand as if he had a headache, and were his ears tinged the slightest hint of red? It was an interesting sight. Never had you seen him look so completely flustered. Sure you were rather blunt, but you didn't think your words were that provocative. Mr. Zhongli really was practically a 65 year old man.

"I thought you respected the Geo Archon…" He muttered weakly.

You gasped in offense.

"I do! I’d even consider my words the utmost of pious behavior. In Mondstadt, the sisters of the church consider themselves married to Barbatos, the Anemo Archon. So finding the Geo Archon to be a sex god is pretty much the same thing, right?”

“No, it is not.”

ASHES FROM PURGATORY — TWO

A/N: The reader is getting closer and closer to her encounter with Midoriya, I confess that I am anxious to write about... So from this chapter onwards, I will alternate the diary version with the narration version.

Warnings ⚠️: mentions of blood and death.

Pairing: Villain!Deku × afab!reader.

More information about the story: here.

⠀⠀27 April 2031,

Ever since the quirk registration system was put in place my life has gone to shit. Not that it was ever good these last ten years, but from time to time I need to walk in the shadows with a mask on my face so I don't get caught, it would be bad if someone managed to drag me to the nearest health clinic.

As the name implies, the government makes a documentation of your quirk, those whose individualities are not useful are dismissed, but if you are unlucky enough to be useful or have a rare quirk, you will be taken to the trial where it will be decided whether you become a member of the Paranormal Liberation Front or become one of the many quirkless. Fortunately I was able to escape that.

My mom, if she were alive of course, would be taken away for sure. She had a rare kind of space-time quirk that allowed her to open portals, to teleport people or objects to two non-adjacent locations. My father didn't have such a flashy quirk, but it was useful in his work at the hospital, it was an quirk of not feeling tired or not needing sleep, something like that, I can't remember now because I haven't thought about them for a long time. And I had my little sister, who had not manifested a quirk at that time.

My whole family died on D-Day like thousands of other innocent people, unfortunately I was not as lucky. I was coming back from the beach when the bombing started and my father sent me a message telling me to run and hide. At the time I didn't understand what that meant, but when the buildings started to fall and half the city was engulfed in fire, I ran away as fast as I could.

I found out what happened in the morning before my mobile phone battery ran out. Bakugou - the student tipped to be hero number one - had been murdered by Izuku Midoriya, the self proclaimed successor of All For One and the Symbol of Fear, thousands died during the battle, the images of the genocide were broadcast for the whole world to watch and since that day the concept of happiness has been erased from that reality.

Would all this have happened if I had not been negligent at that time? This doubt wears away what little sanity I have left, so I cannot fantasise what my life would have been like in a colourful future, not without this sweet dream ending in a sea of blood.

Dreaming adds to the weight on my conscience, but I can't help imagining how nice it would be to open the door of my house and smell the smell of home-baked breads prepared by my mother. Although anything would be better than the smell of ashes and blood stuck to the soil of this country.

Please, Muslim headcanons are an amusing read and truly warm my heart ♡♡♡.

levi as a muslim heacanons? you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to 😔 i’m just a strict muslim and seeing it would be fun

author note :: omg levi ramadan + muslim headcanons since it’s ramadan and the idea is super cute to me. me and my friends have always headcannoned him as muslim jokingly (tbh we do that with all anime characters) idk probably because i’m muslim and it makes me happy 😭 this is super short but i hope you like it anon !! +++ my requests are always open so feel free to drop by :-)

levi wakes everyone up for suhoor because he rarely ever sleeps so it makes sense for him to wake everyone up to eat

scolds anyone who hasn’t done wudhu correctly because prayer is nothing without cleanliness

tbh the hunger isn’t difficult for him he just finds it hard to let go of drinking tea as often

gets annoyed when sasha says “not even water.....???” and tells her she better be respectful

i do not have much else to add to be honest but he would definitely help clean up after suhoor, he isn’t lazy and won’t let one person clean up after everyone

feel like he would definitely be the type the drink lots of tea during suhoor so he can handle the day better

also have a feeling that he would constantly remind people to say bismillah before eating because,,, it’s very important to say bismillah :-)

makes fresh wudhu for all the prayers purely because he likes being clean

does not like how there are no official days off given for eid, but hey he’s humanities strongest he understands he can’t take a break even on eid 

OKOK WAIT!!!!! big headcanon that me and a muslim friend have is that levi would be very good at doing mehndi/henna for eid celebrations

like he would be great at it totally yup, don’t argue with me it’s true!!!! he would do gabi’s henna

all in all, a very nice muslim :-)

i could add more but..... let me not go off on a tangent i could literally talk about this FOREVER

Can you do selectively mute s/o with Lisa, Eula, and Yae Miko plz n thnxs :]

Her with a Selectively Mute S/O

Characters: Lisa, Eula, Yae Miko x gn!reader

Warnings: none

A/n: Ah I forgot how fun it was to write for this prompt <3 ty for the request

Link to prt. 1 (not related, only if you want more)

• It became a game for Lisa to make you talk at first. She would ask you all different types of questions and even attempt to make you flustered with her charm. Eventually, it was less of a game and more of a weird relationship between you two. 

• Lisa was definitely insensitive, she knew better but it was a source of entertainment for her to make others flustered or upset. But seeing as you were never phased she would give up, having you around was nice, however. You never spoke yet you made her feel comfortable.

• Lisa would invite you to the library often to mess with you, she was surprised as you’d show up every time without fail despite her antics. Even when she thought you weren’t listening to her you would show up with no complications.

You walked into the library to silently have lunch with Lisa like always, it had become some sort of unspoken ritual between you two. When she saw you her eyes lit up in excitement, only to squint as she smiled at you endearingly. Her pearly white smile drove you crazy, but you’d never verbally admit it. “You’ve made it today cutie, I thought from yesterday you didn’t hear me,” she spoke.

You walked up to her desk, waiting for her to pack her stuff up so you two could make your way to Good Hunter together. “Say how about you order your food today. I want to hear your voice love, I imagine it’s silky smooth, something I’d expect from a cutie pie like you,” she stood up from her wooden chair, tucking it back into the desk. Her hand on your chest, sliding lower to your abdomen as a flirtatious gesture.

“I’d prefer not to,” you replied without a second thought. You only spoke when you felt necessary, so far with Lisa it hadn’t been until pressured to communicate with others. “I only want to speak to you,” you added for context. Lisa’s hand dropped from your chest, her eyes widened and her head lowered, expressing a deep frown of amazement.

“Say that again,” she enticed you, she regained her composure rather quickly. You shook your head, her drawing her ear closer to your mouth so you could whisper something, anything in it. “No- say it again. I want to hear your voice one more time, that was unsolicited so I wasn’t ready to memorize it. This time I can remember it well.”

You didn’t let out a peep, of course, she was being too greedy. “Listen, now that I know you can talk, you’d better be ready. I’ll get it out of you again one day,” at her old age she knew to be patient to get what she wanted. This was one of those moments.

• Eula was at first frustrated that you wouldn’t talk. That frustration turned into infatuation. and the infatuation developed into protectiveness. She was your guardian angel, especially if anyone tried to make fun of you. She would even get jealous if anyone tried to talk to you.

• Eula liked how you didn’t have any sharp words to offer her upon realizing she was a Lawrence. She remembered revealing it, expecting backlash, but you just blinked at her unphased at the revelation. She would find it easy to let her guard down around you in a comfortable silence.

• Eula became your voice. If you were eating out? She’d order for you, she already knew all of your preferences based on your reactions. If you were asked a question? She’d answer for you, she was convinced she knew best for you because you never talked back. 

Eula and you strayed through the alleyways of Mondstadt. It wasn’t until she met you that she truly felt like she belonged, even if you didn’t communicate how others did. It was okay, however, even though it felt as if she were talking to a stone wall 90% of the time, she wouldn’t have it any other way. “What do you want to eat today for lunch? I’m rather starved,” she asked you attentive to your needs.

You didn’t reply, just looking at your feet as they kicked around the cobblestone path. “Silent as always huh? How about Good Hunter? I could use some fisherman’s toast at the moment. Hm… but I’m not really craving it,” she was lost in thought. “You probably dislike how indecisive I am huh?” she asked you feeling incompetent.

“No, I don’t dislike it at all,” you replied in a monotone voice. She stopped in her tracks, you continued not noticing her falling behind you. Did you just speak? She thought. What an exotic experience, to listen to your voice. The more she thought about it the more her lust to hear it again grew inside of her.

“Please repeat what you had said for me,” she asked of you. She did a light jog to catch up to you, her heels clicking against the concrete. You continued to walk, ignoring her pleads. She tried stopping you, walking in front of you, linking to your arms, even pretending to trip to get your attention. “Please? For me?” she asked blinking abnormally fast like a child begging for a toy.

You looked at her nonchalantly, at this moment she realized her efforts were for naught. Of course, she never got what she wanted so easily. “Fine, I’ll do what it takes to listen to your voice again. I just have you know that the day I hear it is the day I’ll strike absolute vengeance upon you,” she folded her arms assertively with a pout. How mean.

• Yae Miko found it fascinating, she had never met such a silent human. She thought it was resourceful to keep you around, you’d follow her commands without hesitation and best of all there were no complaints. At first, she saw you as a tool, but eventually, she grew possessive over your loyalty.

• Miko at first found it awkward that she was the only one talking, thinking it was some facade. Eventually, she drew the conclusion that you were just mute. Whether it was diagnosed or by choice none of it mattered to her. She found it rather adorable, like a little doll. 

• It all started when Miko gave you a chore to sweep the main lobby as a joke. Unbeknownst that you actually completed it regardless of her insisting it was fine. She would experiment on you from thereon. Even growing an irrational paranoia that you would one day slip from her fingers without a single word.

Miko nuzzled against your shoulder, breathing in the fresh air that was littered with the scent of sakura petals. You had just completed sweeping the prayer rooms for Miko and dusting all the shelves. “Ah what would I do without you? You’re so obedient,” she looked up at you with puppy dog eyes.

“I must know, however-,” Miko started to think sentimentally. Recently she had been thinking that you might leave her, a thought she was plagued with. “Would you ever leave me? I mean it’s only natural. I one day gave you an order and you complied, it has been like this since I’ve known you. If someone else barked orders at you, would you follow them too?”

“No- never,” you replied bluntly without hesitation. Her ears twitched, her eyes widened, and her head cocked at an angle in shock. Not at your response, but at your voice. The fact that you even had a voice? She just assumed you lacked vocal cords at some point. But she realized now that she made a mistake drawing that conclusion without any evidence or confirmation from you.

“You can speak?” she asked. her voice wasn’t laced with any pitch like normal, just a flat question of confusion. She eventually regained her composure after realizing she wasn’t going to get a reaction from you. She cleared her throat. “You’re really not going to speak again after revealing that to me? What will it take? I can pay you handsomely,” she tried to bargain.

“I see,” she put her hand to her chin in analysis. “Anyways whether you decide to talk again or not, I am glad to know you’re loyal to me only,” she smiled at your response. Today she had not only been able to hear your voice but was able to clear any intrusive thoughts from her recent overthinking. 

deku is a [makes his lock screen the color of your eyes / borrows your oversized hoodies because they smell like you / rubs his thumb over the side of yours when he holds your hand] kind of boyfriend and

todoroki is a [walks you home even if it's an hour out of his way / follows you around in sephora to take pictures of everything you pick up / keeps a polaroid of you in his wallet] kind of boyfriend and

bakugo is a [matches outfits and jewelry with you so people know you're dating / drives you to the grocery store and cooks food for you after he stays over / gets mad if you don't text good morning and good night] kind of boyfriend

𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

ft! kei tsukishima , ryuunosuke tanaka , rintarou suna , && kiyoko shimizu ! 

˗ˏˋ aka : how they say i love you.  ˎˊ˗  

⋰˚☆ KEI TSUKISHIMA !

━━━━ the way he speaks to you in a softer tone than he has for anyone else; ruffling your head when you make a joke; sending links to playlists he made for you, and only you, at midnight; helping you study; saying that you’re his idiot; reading to you in his room as you head rests on his chest.

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