#and head scarfs were and still are a thing fr

[averagedettlaffenjoyer]

still thinking about the fact that the witcher was netflix’s one chance to portray an ethnicity and its culture (slav) that is not really seen in western media without having to worry about white washing etc and they just went with a tolkien ripoff

(my) culture in question that is literally made for fantasy settings to show you what we were robbed of aside from hot elves ⬇️⬇️⬇️

[lenacosse]

I was thinking of a one shot where James asks out reader and they think it's a joke so they like walk away or tell him to fuck off or smtn and James is just so confused so the next day asks r wtf that was about and she's like "if ur gonna be a dick you shouldn't expect other ppl to just take it" or something and he's still confused and asks her what was happening so she explains what she thinks is going on and he like comforts her and tells her that he fr likes her. Feel free to ignore if it's not smtn ur interested in writing ofc

Lost in translation

pairing; james potter x reader

cw; strong language

word count; 1,330

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You link your arm with your friend Katie’s as you walk up the slippery path together, it was a weekend, Sunday to be exact which meant students went to Hogsmeade. The cold February air was crisp and cut right through you, you were thankful for your heavy scarf and thick coat which granted you only a fraction of heat.

“If I slip one more time I’m going to cry,” Katie laughed gripping tighter to your arm.

“If you bring me down with you I will die on the spot,” you rolled your eyes.

You glanced at each other and fell into a mutual laughter, Katie had been your best friend from the second you stepped foot on the train. You two usually kept to yourselves but this school year brought a lot more social opportunities for you two to mix with your year group. Being in fifth year meant you partied together and formed larger groups, in fact you were on your way currently to meet up with a group of Ravenclaw girls in the three broomsticks. As you made your way up the hill you spotted a group of boys, however you paid no mind and continued walking. That was until a snowball hit the back of your head.

“What the fuck?!” You shouted as you turned around, to your left stood the infamous marauders.

Sirius was clearly the one who threw the snowball considering the other three boys avoided your eye, Remus in fact smacked Sirius’ arm. You were about to turn away when you heard Sirius shout your name.

“Oi (Y/L/N)!” He motioned for you to come over, you furrowed your brows and looked at Katie who shrugged. “James wants to talk to you!”

You pulled an even more baffled expression as you spoke to Katie. “Is he joking?”

“I don’t know,” she shrugged. “Go see what he wants, I’ll go inside to the girls come in when he’s done.”

“Katie-” you started but before you could finish she was already gone.

Begrudgingly you made your way over to the boys. “Well?” You looked at James who gave you a bashful grin in response.

The other three boys stepped away to give you two a moment they however were within distance to see and hear the conversation. James looked back to Sirius who just nodded, seemingly encouraging him. You were confused to say the least, you had only had a few conversations with James previously, however that didn’t stop you from feeling nervous around him.

“Um, hi.” James said.

“Hi?” You wearily replied, “can I help you?”

“Yes, there’s something I’ve been wanting to ask you for awhile now.” James smiled, at this point you assumed he was going to ask you about the charms homework due tomorrow. A part of you also lit up looking at him, you would never admit your deep crush on him even though it was painfully obvious considering all the lingering gazes you direct at him, even if you denied it to Katie every time she brought it up. But besides, everyone knew James had a thing for Lily.

“Which is?” You tilt you head to the side.

“I was wondering if you,” he paused almost hesitating, “wanted to go out with me?”

Your eyes widened as you stared blankly at him, for a moment you misheard him. You let out an awkward laugh as you looked behind him to his friends, your face however hardened as you saw Sirius behind him, clearly laughing.

“Seriously? God you’re such a wanker!” You fume, you turn to walk away.

“What?!” James called after you, you turned back around and crossed your arms.

“Fuck off James.”

You walked away quickly desperately trying to save yourself from further embarrassment. Obviously it was a joke, why would James Potter want to go out with you? You were just mad that for a split second you fell for it, you could only imagine how funny they thought it was. You were convinced by tomorrow you’d be the laughing stock of your year group.

You took a deep breath before walking into the three broomsticks to see your friends, you tried to swallow the lump in your throat as Katie waved you over, you sat beside her and smiled at everyone.

“Well?” Your friend Lucy asked, “Katie told us James wanted to speak with you. What’d he want?”

“Oh, um he just played a joke on me.” You awkwardly laughed, trying to lighten the heaviness of your voice.

“Are you okay?” Katie asked, her voice was low so only you could hear. You nodded with a smile.

The rest of the day you were in your head, you were more annoyed than upset, and extremely embarrassed.

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The next morning you walked into the great hall with Katie for breakfast, you’d almost completely forgotten about your interaction with James and the other boys until you caught his eye. You sighed and looked away, furiously glaring into your breakfast.

“What’s got you so worked up?” Katie asked, mouthful of toast.

“Nothing.” You took a sip of your tea. “I’m just still embarrassed from yesterday.”

“What did actually happen? You barely answered Lucy’s question.”

You sighed and set down your tea, you looked at Katie as you spoke. “James asked me out, but it was totally a joke.”

“What?!” She practically shouted, your face flushed red as you felt the eyes of half the crowd staring over at you both. “What a dickhead.” Katie scoffed, she turned around and glared at James who furrowed his brows at her. She turned back around shaking her head.

“It’s no big deal really.” You reassured her, just as you finished your tea the bell went off indicating breakfast was over and it was time to go to class.

You and Katie spilt ways, you were in charms and she was in potions. As you adjusted your bag on your shoulder you heard a voice beside you.

“Hi.”

You looked up to see James, you rolled your eyes and picked up your pace walking away from you. Eager to talk he followed after you. “Wait.”

You turned around and followed him to stand against the wall, you crossed your arms and stared at him. “Well?” You asked.

“I’m so confused, why are you so annoyed at me?”

“Seriously?” You scoffed. “If you’re going to treat people like shit and be a dick don’t expect me to stand there and take it.”

“What are you talking about?” James had a genuine look of confusion plastered over his face.

“Yesterday, you embarrassed me James. You thought it was okay to ask me out as a joke in front of all your stupid friends. It’s not, it hurt my feelings.”

“What? It wasn’t a joke.”

“James..”

“No. I’m being serious. I genuinely like you and thought you liked me too, you always stare at me.”

You face flushed with embarrassment at his words, you looked awkwardly at the floor. “Thought you liked Lily?” You looked back up, sheepishly.

“I used to. But I like you,”

“So you really do actually want to go out with me? No joke, Sirius isn’t going to pop out with a snowball?”

James laughed and shook his head, his laugh made your cheeks warm up. “No joke. And I’m sorry you thought that I was joking, I was nervous and Sirius was laughing at me- not you.”

“Okay,” you smiled, you bit your lip to try and control it. “Then it’s a yes, I’ll go out with you.”

“Okay, great.” James returned the smile, you stared at each other for a few seconds before you let out a giggle.

“I think we’re late for charms.”

“Oh, let’s go then.”

You two walked together to charms, James put his arm around your shoulders and on the inside you were screaming. It was a weird concept that he liked you too, but the thought of it made your jaw ache and stomach fly.

[sanest-bsd-delegate]

𝘾𝙤𝙪𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙛𝙛

Headcanon: Daily life of you dating them. Ft Dazai, Chuuya, Nikolai and Ranpo

A/n: accept this as a payback for being gone for to long. Miss you guys, how have you been?

ARMED DETECTIVE AGENCY

PORT MAFIA

MASTERLIST

Dazai:

You need to deal with him fr to much.

Can see him ordering drinks during you dates, specifically asking the waiter to bring two straws only to see him drink it from both.

Are you even dating him if you both haven't already taken couple quizzes on the Internet.

This mf istg. LIKE you are about to kiss and he would bump his forehead with yours.

Either he is 10/10 romantic or will be the worst lover in history.

Aww but imagine, if you are in bad mood and insecure or stuff, or saying why you hate your self, he would overhear that and list you things he likes about you. Cute, BUT STOP HIM BEFORE IT GOES FOREVER.

Never leave him alone at home. This man would bring those glow in the dark stars and paste it all over your room. THE LIGHT SO BRIGHT IT BLINDS YOU EYES.

UwU that gives him and you a reason to sleep together on the couch.

You both tried to set up yourself as avatars on games, trying to get your virtual self together only for Dazai's avatar to turn into a bread and commit arson.

Chuuya:

Can imagine you both raking up leaves and jumping into them.

he trying their best to be quiet while you are taking a nap.

This man gets into a heated argument with someone begins threatening them, only for you to pick him up and toss him over your shoulders walking away while he still shouts.

10/10 perfect dynamic couples

You both will visit a field of flowers as a dating spot and thinking you have time to take photos but then both of you end up laying in the field together and picking beautiful flowers for each other. Bonus when both of you make flower crowns for each other.

He kisses you before heading out to kill people, while you lie still in bed trina cope up completing your education degree he can never have. (Lets be real, they are 22, people are finishing college at that moment and not killing people for fun-)

You tried to connect to his Wi-Fi and jokingly put your own name in as the password.

WELL that actually worked and you are connected to his Wi-Fi. (STFU ITS NOT CRINGE ITS FLUFF)

Nikolai:

THIS MAN likes stealing your phone to change your phone's wallpaper into cursed pics from your Pinterest. 10/10 morning trauma

He helps you dry and brush your hair after a shower and visa versa.

Normalising playing on the swings at a small playground that nobody goes to anymore because that's what two sane persons do.

Hands down, both of you tried to cross your kitchen playing three-legged race.

Never let this man draw. You both will be drawing each other and man will breakdown just because he cant lift a pencil. HOW CAN YOU LIFT A MF GUN THEN??

Once you and him were stranded on a raft in the middle of a lake. DONT ASK WHY.

Ranpo:

You have to tie balloons around his hand so he doesn't get lost in the crowd.

JUST IMAGINE-, He has a french fry in his mouth and dares you to steal it from him. and when you try to do it, he puts the whole fry in his mouth and makes you kiss him. 10/10 RIZZNPO.

Thanks to his amazing direction skills, you both get lost in IKEA.

HUJFDISF He will touch your face and tell you its really soft while he gives nose kisses!>>>

Presuming you can knit, he forced you to make a very very very long scarf, only for him to make you sit beside him and share it. (No dazai, that cannot be your rope)

Thanks for reading! I am thinking to change my writing theme. But either ways Do vote if you like ig? Byee lysm :D ๑ARMED DETECTIVE AGENCY ๑PORT MAFIA ๑MASTERLIST ๑HEADCANONS

[okkotsuus]

break my heart again pt.2 (rin i.) !

features: rin i.

contents: angst. hurt and comfort. fluff. pro!rin. proposal. fanon bc the manga don’t go this far. this is my apology. 1.8k words.

pt.1

itoshi rin rediscovers you at the age of twenty one. by now, he and his brother have made up and he has become a professional football player.

he sees you for the first time in five years in his hometown, which he had returned to for the holidays.

you stand on the opposite side of the street, scarf covering the lower half of your face while your breath plumes in front of you. at first, he didn't believe it’s you, he had figured you would have been long out of this town; reaching the dreams you and he used to talk of under the starry sky.

but, when he walks past you, that familiar scent reaches his nose. he can’t help but freeze in place for just a second. it was really you. he spins around to try to catch you, but you’re already long gone. the honking of a car draws him back to reality as he runs to the other side.

when you see rin again for the first time across the street, you can’t help the stinging happiness that runs through your veins. a part of you hopes that it wasn’t him, the other part hopes he doesn’t recognize you. you weren’t ready. but when you walk past him and see those turquoise eyes, alive again, your steps hasten. you still aren’t ready.

despite keeping track of the news on him, watching all of his games, you weren’t ready to face him after he broke your heart five years ago. you tried to love someone else, but there was always an emptiness. your heart was gone, still in the hands of the boy you had loved for fourteen years now.

the nipping cold feels much more intense now, maybe it was your wet cheeks that made it feel as such. or maybe it was the heat that had creeped under your collar. no matter how many years or how many heartbreaks, rin itoshi would always be the man you love.

when you return home, you go to your room and slide down the door, head in your hands. it was pathetic. the man you had loved for most of your conscious life had slipped just between your fingers yet again.

rin returns home and the first thing he does is look for sae, desperate for some advice. rin trusted his beloved big brother more than anyone else.

“big brother, i… i need help.”

not even two hours later, rin is knocking on your childhood home’s door. your parents answer, surprised by the sight of him. they were angry at first, but they knew too that you had never gotten over him.

“hello, mr and mrs l/n, is y/n home?” rin’s meek under the scrutinizing gaze of your parents, but they soften and tell him that you no longer live with him.

rin isn’t ready to let go of this chance, it’s now or never to him. he cannot bear the thought of letting you slip through his fingers again. truth is, he never wanted to leave you in his heart. but he did a lot of things he didn’t truly want to do back then, not that it’s an excuse. 

all rin can do is desperately hope that you’d give him just one more chance, that you’d fall in love with him again. he wouldn’t need to fall for you again, because he had never stopped loving your for a single day within those five years.

as you sit in your apartment, your phone begins to buzz. you pick it up and it’s your parents. they ask if you want to have dinner at theirs. you think it’s a little strange, as you had seen them less than three hours ago, but you agree nonetheless.

while you ride the subway, you can’t help but think of the inevitability of your feelings for rin. you couldn’t go on like this. even if it meant rejection, you just had to let him know that you had never stopped loving him, not once since you were just seven years old.

you knock on the door and your eyes widen when rin itoshi answers. part of you wants to just turn around now. you aren’t ready. after five years you still aren’t ready. but, for once, you allow your mind to override your heart and enter the house.

dinner is awkward, rin sits across from you, you can’t help but keep your eyes glued to your plate. if you look up you know you’ll end up falling right into those turquoise eyes you loved so, you’d let him break your heart again if you saw him.

your parents try to make some semblance of small talk, but you just don’t talk. rin answers, he’s a lot more like the boy you fell in love with now. your eyes flicker up and they meet his. they were alive once again, sparkling like gemstones: as they did all those years ago.

immediately the warmth in your chest returns and you feel just as lovesick as you did the day he left you. despite your best attempts to suppress it, the undeniable and inevitable truth was that you were still head over heels for rin itoshi; and you always will be.

when rin sees you standing outside the door, he watches as the hurt flashes in your starry eyes. his heart aches, knowing that he’s the reason behind it. he watches as you hesitate, beginning to step back, he feels his heart begin to crumble. but when you walk in, he’s more than surprised. rin itoshi loved you, no, he loves you.

he watches as you pick at your food, very clearly ignoring him. he didn’t care, he was just happy he got to see you again. he didn’t care if you hated him by now, he deserved it. he just wanted to be able to be near you once again, even if it was the last time.

while he was taking you in, your eyes flicker up for just the briefest moment, but it was just enough for him to catch them. when he sees that look of nothing but the purest love begin to gleam in them, he regains hope. rin begins to believe that maybe there’s a chance that you had never stopped loving him either.

after dinner, rin offers to walk you home. you don’t tell him that you took a short subway ride, so you could be by his side for just a bit longer. it’s silent for a long while, the only sound being footfalls and soft breaths. 

you can’t help but to break it first. “so, how’s your team in france?” it slipped out so easily, falling into that familiar, nostalgic habit like butter. you don’t even realize that you had just let the fact that you kept up with him slip.

“it’s good. how’s university?” rin contains the giddiness he feels when he learns that you kept up with him for so long, suppressing the flush that tries to rise to his cheeks. you mumble out a response and it goes quiet again.

the silence wasn’t uncomfortable, but it wasn’t what either of you wanted, and you both knew that. so desperately you both yearned to break the ice that had formed under this snowy night, just like the night that had ruined it all.

rin had grown a lot, coming back out of the shell that he had built so rigidly around his shattered heart. so he offers his vulnerability first this time.

“i’m sorry.”

you stop walking, just staring at his back. you feel those crystalline drops begin to fall over your lower lashes. that familiar pitter-patter of your heart rings so heavily in your ears as this time, unlike the last, rin turns around. you’re allowed to the the tears welling in his eyes as well.

rin keeps away from you at first when the apology spills out of his mouth, he can’t bear to look at you. lest you gaze at him with anything but love his heart will break for the second time in his life. but, he was putting everything on the line now. so he turned.

when he first sees the tears running down your cheeks he panics, thinking the worst. but the wobbly smile that rests on your lips has his heart skipping beats, the dumbstruck love clouding all rational judgment.

“rinnie, you jerk… i never once stopped loving you.” your words are broken up by snotty sniffles that you try your best to contain, but ultimately fail. when you see that shimmer in his beautiful turquoise eyes, you are back to that seven year old who blushed at the little boy next to them.

rin hears you say that and all his worries disappear, for a moment he’s that little boy who’s watching the chubby cheeks of the kid next to him split in a bright grin.

“really?” his question is breathy, escaping in a plume into the cold night air.

that same smile he fell in love with parted your lips before you spoke. “i promised, remember? not for the world.”

rin swears he falls even deeper in love with you at this moment. he bounds to you as he embraces you, taking you completely in his form. rin destroyed your world at sixteen years old, but here at twenty one he was rebuilding it even better.

they say broken bones heal stronger, maybe that’s why your broken heart healed with an even more intense love for the boy with those turquoise eyes.

he walks you home with your hand in his, keeping it warm from the cool breeze on this chilly december night.

rin itoshi proposes to you at twenty one, not even an hour after reuniting with you. he doesn’t have a ring, nor has he told anyone or even asked your parents. but he knows that this is right. somewhere in the deepest reaches of his soul, it says this is the right decision.

you had always had rin itoshi’s heart, even when he pretended you did not. truth is, he left his heart with you at sixteen when he broke yours. but now, he held your heart so gently in his hands, only able to hope you would treat his as such.

even if you didn’t he wouldn’t care.

and you too didn’t care, because for those turquoise eyes, you would let him break your heart again.

okkotsuus 23

[cherriegyuu]

Hiii. Request for a drabble of when you get that call from one of the members about Cheol being rushed to the hospital for his torn ACL? And then whatever happens after is up to you xx

hope you like it!

pairing: seungcheol x fem!reader genre: angst, fluff  word count: 847 warning: mentions of injury, really bad jokes

a/n: this was not proofread

requests are open

Bitting your nails was a habit that you had long left in the past, back when you were still a teenager. You clearly remember the moment you decided you’d stop, just because one of your friends had long beautiful nails, and you wanted that too. However, it still came to you occasionally, when your nerves were out of control. There was also the shaking legs. 

You had gotten a call from Joshua, no more than ten minutes before. 

“Hey, Shua” you answered the phone brightly, walking to the hallway and away from your friends’ shatter. 

Until that moment there was nothing wrong, no problem in sight. Seungcheol was out for the weekend with his friends, sort of like a camping trip. And you were with yours. It was something that you did often. Joshua’s call also wasn't surprising. 

“y/n?” it was the way he said your name that made a chill run down your spine. 

Joshua was the kind to always be bright, even when situations were complicated. You had never heard his voice like that, so serious.

“What happened?” you were already on your way to the door, slipping your feet inside the worn-out sneakers and wrapping the scarf around your neck

“We had to bring Cheol to the hospital, we’re at the ER right now”

You closed your eyes for a second, wishing that you had heard him wrong. If there was one thing you learned in your three-year relationship with Seungcheol was that the man avoided hospitals as if it was a sport and he was an Olympic champion at it.

“How bad is it?” 

You ran down the stairs. It was only four storeys and you didn’t dare to risk losing signal and had the call disconnect.

“Don’t run” Joshua scolded you “He’s already pissed that I called you. I don’t want to think about what he’ll do if you get hurt”

You closed your eyes and stopped once you reached the second floor. 

“Joshua, how bad is it?”

“He needs surgery, in a few weeks. He tore his ACL”

You nodded, even though Joshua couldn’t really see you. You didn’t know what it meant, how bad the injury really was but Joshua’s tone told everything you needed to know. It was bad, probably worse than what you could imagine.

When you got to the hospital, Seungcheol, Joshua, and Jeonghan were already waiting for you at the parking lot. He smiled at you as he tried to stand up straight with the clutches under his arms. Although he was smiling, you knew that he was trying to put up the image that he was fine to his friends but the truth was there in his eyes. 

“Hi baby,” you said, kissing his cheek quickly and pushing away the hair from his forehead “How are you feeling?”

Seungcheol just shook his head, quickly dropping a peck on your lips and limping to the car. You took his backpack from Joshua’s hand, mouthing thank you to the two of them as you rushed after your boyfriend. 

“I’m fine,” Seungcheol said when you took the clutches from his hand so he could climb into the passenger seat “You don’t have to worry”

You smiled at him, kissing his lips again — this time for a little longer. 

“I know” you whispered “It’s going to be fine, but maybe you should get a tattoo this knee on the one that’s hurt and the other one on the good one. Just to make sure they don’t touch the wrong one”

Seungcheol shook his head, trying to suppress a smile while shaking his head.

“Too soon? I’ve got worse ones if you want”

“The joke was really bad,” he said with a pout, leaning against the seat “but I’ll take another one”

You pressed your lips together, pretending to be in deep thought, causing a small laugh to leave his lips — it was exactly what you wanted.

“Maybe we could chop it off, and have my dad make you a new one” you held his hand shaking it from side to side “Oh, oh, oh, if my dad makes you a new foot he’ll add fingers and then I’ll finally be able to paint your toenails”

He narrowed his eyes at you and a second later started to laugh.

“If I promise to let you paint my nails, will you keep your dad away from my leg” you nodded excitedly and raised your hand, sticking your pinky out “You want me to pinky promise? You don’t trust me at all”

Seungcheol did his best to sound offended, but the truth was that he was just having too much fun, the injury momentarily forgotten.

“Not on this, you said five times already, yes I counted it, that you would let me paint your nails and you always get back on your word”

You wiggled your hand, waiting for him to take your finger into his.

“Thank you for this” he said quietly, the look in his eyes full of love, as he finally raised his pinky too “Love you”

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[yourlocalnameless]

ok so I think ima actually explain all my pjmasks gacha remakes so yeah LESSGOO

first up carlyyy!!

-She has headphones as you notice. I added them since I thought "Hey if cartoka wanted to tell Carly something from the other room bro can just talk into bros mic and Carly would hear it" besides that I also think shed listen to music while driving around for fun. (These headphones are also used when Carly and cartoka troll kids in roblox)

-I'd like to think when Carly found out abt race car drivers on earth she saw that for some reason a bunch of them wore scarfs (pretty sure they dominated scarfs its a universal rule that all racers must have atleast 1 scarf at this point) so she stole one for herself (Pop off I guess!!??!!???!)

-the glasses were a gift from octobella for her birthday. (She wears them to sleep too)

-AS YOU CAN SEE SHE HAS AN EYEBROW PEIRCING. YOU CANNOT EVER CONVINCE ME THAT HER CANNON SELF WOULDNT WANT PEIRCINGS. I STAND BY THIS.

-that bandage on her leg is not just for fasion purposes but also protection for a recent injury that she got while driving and accidentally crashing (Cartoka tried getting her to put the damn bandage on but she was kicking, screaming, fighting for her life since she didn't want to put it on. Cartoka was so tired he just tied the bandage over her pants 😭)

And that's it for Carly! If u got any questions for her design just ask

Next up is the icon, the legend, the moment, the queen herself. Octobella 😍😍

-I gave her double ears cuz HELLOOOO she's literally a fish (well she's an octopus but still) HER EARS LOOKING LIKE FINS IS SUCH A VIBE.

-Id like to think she's really crafty (POP OFF QUEEN 🥰🥰😍😍) SO all her clothes are made from stuff she found while searching around in her moat or stuff she stole.

-OK SO U SEE THE BACK PART OF HER HAIR?? My headcannon is she has hydrokenisis!! This is a useful skill when it comes to fighting but alsooo she uses it to make her hair (Or tentacles) to look more fluffy and fuller (MERFOLK BEAUTY HACK FR 🥰🥰😍😍‼️‼️🙏🙏)

-"WHY DOES SHE HAVE LEGS??" Glad u asked. Remember that episode where octobella changed herself into gekko? Yeah I'd like to think she has multiple forms she uses to make her life easier. This is one of them!! This is her half human half octopus form!!

-The stars on her hair?? Dead star fishes 🥰

-that yellow thing on her head?? Coral she kept alive w magic

-the crown??? Thats a necklace she made that she kinda didn't like as a necklace so she's wearing it as a drooping crown.

And that's it for my girl bells!! If u have any questions let me know.

MY NEWEST CREATION GEKKO!! OK LESSGO

-First off the clips in his hair all have a specific reason of being like that

-the sun flower is bc he likes gardening

-the cat one was a gift from catboy

-and the pumpkin is to remind him of the pumpkins he raised that orticia took 🥰

-as a dancer myself (I'm a ballet dancer) we wear legwarmers so our legs don't get cramps AND LOOK AT THAT GEKKO IS ALSO A DANCER SO THAT GIVES ME AN EXCUSE TO ADD LEGWARMERS.

-he got sick of only the color green so he dyed some parts of his hero costume (He kinda regrets it)

He has a hood to cover his identity instead of a mask now!! (This is bc I genuinely start tweaking when I can't give a character eyebags and adding a mask would equal no eyebags so ☠️)

AND THATS IT FOR GEKKO IF U HAVE ANY OTHER QUESTIONS ABT HIS DESIGN ASK AWAYY

[pepperonijem]

viii. one by one || all my love

"Letting go. Everyone talks about it like it's the easiest thing. Unfurl your fingers one by one until your hand is open." - Where She Went; Gayle Forman

Summary: What do you do when you feel like the world is changing and you're the only one who isn't? alt. Steve and Wanda (and pietro) have a sleepover therapy session. alt. alt. all too well (Steve's version) Pairing: Bucky Barnesx f!Reader Warnings: food mentions Word Count: 1.9k A/N: this quote isn't from a classic novel but i just thought it was very fitting... this chapter is sad... oh you're sad? hi sad, i'm sadder.

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As soon as Steve shut the door behind him, he felt the icy November wind whip against his face like shards of glass and he pulled his scarf up just a little bit higher before shoving his hands into his coat pockets. Without the wind, it would have been a lovely night, but when does life ever go the way we’d like it to?

It’s not a long walk from Bucky’s house to Scott’s, but even in the biting cold, Steve decides to take his time. The scene from earlier playing again in his head, and he can’t help but feel his heart sink once again at the sight of you reaching out for Bucky in your tired state. Would he still be walking alone like this if you were reaching for his hand instead? Or would you be out here with him, your hand intertwined with his, warm and tucked safely in his coat pocket?

He lets out a sigh and looks up to the sky. 

He recalls the time you dragged him to ride the tallest rollercoaster at the fair, remembering his own hand reaching out for yours, and squeezing it much too tightly when the car went down its first drop. The air was buzzing and his heart was thumping but when he forced his eyes open, and he saw your hands together, he felt like he might as well had been flying.

Despite himself, he smiles at the thought and continues his walk. He finds himself in front of a playground, much like the one he was at when he met you. He remembers going out to recess that day, crying because Bucky had moved away and he and Wanda were worried no one else would want to play treasure hunt with them. It wasn’t until he saw a shadow standing in front of him that he finally stopped his tears. 

You and Wanda pulled him up and before you even said your name, you told him, “Follow me, I found some treasure!” 

That moment, he remembers, was the moment he decided he would follow you anywhere.

But would you do the same? He thinks.

Before he can wonder any further, he finds himself back at his car. He climbs inside and immediately turns on the heater, and desperately wishes it would work faster. While he waits, he pulls out his phone, and he feels even colder. His wallpaper, the picture Wanda took at the football game of you and him making a heart, is staring up at him and he wishes he could make a home in that picture and stay in that moment forever. 

Steve never told you, but Wanda had two versions of the picture – the one she sent you, where you and Steve were both laughing and waving to her, and the one Steve has as his wallpaper, where you were still laughing and waving but Steve’s eyes were fixed on you with a dopey smile. He smiles a different smile now, one that doesn’t reach his eyes.

He moves to his call screen, and finds Wanda’s number and dials it, hoping that she’s still awake. After a few rings, she finally does, and Steve feels relief wash through his tense shoulders.

“Steve? Are you okay? What’s up?” Wanda’s concerned voice fills the car. Steve can hear the faint sounds of a sitcom in the background and he feels less guilty for calling her up so late, not that he should feel guilty at all. Wansa was always more than happy to answer a call from her friends, no matter the time of day.

Steve lets out a quiet chuckle at his best friend’s worried voice. “I’m fine, I’m fine,” Steve assures her. “I just need someone to talk to while I drive home.” 

A soft exhale is heard from the other side of the line. “You’re driving home? At this time of night?” she asks in concern. “Why don’t you just drive here and sleep over? It’s like half the drive and Pietro’s still upset that he couldn’t hang out with everyone earlier.”

“Are you sure?” Steve asks.

“Of course,” Wanda says back, and Steve can hear the kind smile in her voice. Wanda has always been one to take care of not just Steve and her brother, but all of the people around her. He knew Wanda didn’t realize how many people relied on her for a good talk, a good meal, or a good hug, but he knew that wouldn’t deter her from always being a bringer of joy. Tonight would be no different.

Steve puts his car in drive and heads to the Maximoff house, no longer alone with his thoughts. He drives by whatever fast food drive through to pick up enough french fries for the three of them, as a thank you to his friends for being there for him. 

He spends the next 20 minutes of the drive still on the phone with Wanda, who excitedly chattered about the new game she bought Pietro as an early Christmas gift and refused to hang up until she heard Steve’s actual voice through the front door.

Wanda unlocks the door and without another word, immediately wraps Steve in an embrace, as if knowing exactly what he needs without him having to say a word. Steve feels himself relaxed and when Wanda pulls away with a knowing, sad smile, Steve feels seen. Pietro gives him a sad smile as they quietly make their way to their media room, the path all too familiar to him, having spent many nights with the twins.

Upon entering the room and closing the door, Wanda immediately asks Steve, “Video games or talk first?”

“Do I have to talk?” Steve asks, knowing Wanda will say yes anyway. 

Pietro scoffs at his question. “Obviously. But you can either talk now, or talk after we kick some ass at this game.”

“Let’s kick some ass then,” Steve agrees to his terms as Pietro passes him a controller.

They don’t get very far in the game before Pietro breaks the relative silence. “How was your road trip?” he asked, glancing over at Steve just enough to see him start chewing on his lip. “My sister told me all about it.”

“I thought we were talking later?” Steve retorted as he watched Wanda nudge her brother.

“I lied. It’s like 5 a.m. and I’m not waiting till sunrise to hear the juicy deets,” Wanda shrugged, turning her attention back to the game.

“It was… fine,” Steve answered vaguely.

Wanda, unamused by his dodgy answer, moved her character to the edge of the map. “If you don’t start talking, I’ll jump and we’ll have to start the whole level over again.”

“No, no, no,” Steve called out, letting out a sigh at Wanda’s raised eyebrow. “It sucked.” 

“Aw, why?” Wanda asked, finally moving her character away from the edge.

Steve sighed, nearly missing the enemy approaching his character. “I’m pretty sure she’s like… in love with Bucky,” he began. “And I think he’s in love with her.”

“Okay but that doesn’t explain why it sucked for you,” Pietro prodded.

“It just does, I guess.” Steve replied with a shrug of his shoulders.

“That’s bull,” Wanda replied. “Why don’t you just tell her? It’s like you’re losing a game that you’re not even playing.”

Steve let out a sigh and let himself fall back onto the bed, running his hands through his hair. “It’s scary, you know?” Wanda nodded, allowing Steve to continue. “On one hand, it’s always been me and her–” Wanda and Pietro both let out a cough. “And you guys, against the world. And for so long it’s been easy to feel like it’ll be that way forever. So I never said anything, because I never thought I needed to. It was always enough.”

“But…?” Wanda added.

“But now it feels like things are changing, she’s changing, you’re changing, and I’m the one who’s left behind. Now I have to ask myself… what happens now?” 

“That’s a good question,” Pietro agreed, humming in thought. “What does happen now?” 

“That’s the hard part. For once… I don’t know.”

“And is that so bad?” Wanda asked, grabbing a pillow and holding it to her chest. “Maybe it’s time for you to grow too. We won’t be in high school forever, Steve. Change is good.”

Steve covered his hands with his face and let out a sigh before admitting to his friend. “I turned in my application to that art school in France. But I think I’m going to turn them down.”

“Wait why?” Pietro asked incredulously. “Did they accept you?”

Steve finally sat up. “Not yet.”

“Then why are you already planning on turning them down?” Pietro asked with a scoff. 

Because of her, Steve thought to himself. “Because… it’ll mess everything up. We’re supposed to go to university together.”

“Don’t do that Steve,” Wanda chided with a firm voice that made Steve turn to her in surprise. “Don’t underestimate our friendship because you’re scared to do something that will make you happy… that will help you grow. This is what happens now. You’ll try something new and your best friends will be here when you succeed and if you fail, which you won’t because you’re an insanely talented artist.”

Steve nodded and let out a soft chuckle. “That’s what her dad said to me when he sent me the application,” He admitted. “That I’ll be able to handle anything because I’ve got the two of you in my corner.”

Wanda nodded, patting him on the back. “Exactly,” he agreed. “Just because our friendship will look differently if you’re thousands of miles away, doesn’t mean it’ll disappear. Let go, Steve. We’ll hold onto you this time.”

Despite himself, Steve felt a tear make its way down from the corner of his eye. Maybe, he thought, life will work itself out even if he lets go of the reins.

As if on cue, a quiet ping from his phone followed by a notification that covers nearly half the screen makes the three of them freeze in surprise.

“Are you gonna check that?” Pietro asks, his eyes not leaving Steve, whose own eyes were fixed on the phone.

“I… You do it,” Steve panicked, tossing the phone to Wanda. 

“First,” Wanda began before unlocking the phone. “What do you hope it’ll say?”

“I’m not sure,” Steve confessed.

Wanda looks down at the phone. “You didn’t get accepted.” Her eyes scan Steve’s face, finding disappointment washing over his features.

“Oh,” was all Steve could say.

“See? You do want to get in,” Wanda deduced. “I haven’t opened the email. I just wanted to see how you’d react.” Steve grabbed a pillow to hit Wanda, who pushed her brother in front of her to block it away.

“Just read the damn email,” Steve sighed in frustration.

Wanda opened the notification and began to read it out loud. “Dear Mr. Steve Rogers, we are pleased to offer you an early placement as a student at Beaux-Arts de Paris as part of our early admission program,” he read aloud before putting the phone down, once again looking to measure Steve’s reaction before providing his own.

 “Oh my god. I got in.” Steve found himself grinning. “Oh my god… I got in.” 

Wanda finally smiled back at her friend, handing him the phone to read the email for himself. “Congratulations, Steve.” 

Steve rolled his eyes before pulling the twins into a hug. “Thank you guys,” was all he said.

“Always,” Pietro replied. “Now let’s go to bed, I’m beat.”

Steve nodded, and too lazy to move from his spot on the couch. He grabbed his phone once more to look at the time. 6:00. The sun will be up soon, he reminded himself, and the night will end. 

[seeingivy]

aot characters as specific taylor swift songs 

**an: based on this post by @crazychaoticizzy - I just had to pick the songs for the albums that you picked bc they were so perfect :DDD 

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erwin smith a place in this world - from debut

seemed like a no brainer, erwin gives country vibes 

like idk how to explain it but he would wear cowboy hats, and cowboy boots, and out of taylor’s discography he would be THE country album

erwin from texas agenda

“don’t know what’s down this road, i’m just walking / im just walking / trying to find a place in the world”

historia reiss the way I loved you - from fearless

right. 

miss fearless for SURE 

this is pregnant historia s4 who deserved a happy ending w/ ymir’s SONG SPECIFICALLY

cuz I know that farmer has 0 heat, esp compared to the love of my life ymir 

“he says you look beautiful tonight / and I feel perfectly fine / but I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain / it’s 2 am and i’m cursing your name / so in love that I acted insane but that’s the way I loved you” 

hange zoe mean - from speak now

idk just gives hange vibes

like they would LOVE to scream this song and air out their frustrations yk?? esp season 4 exhausted hange 

but hange does things on their own terms!!! hence the song 

“I bet you got pushed around / somebody made you cold / but the cycle ends right now / cause you can’t lead me down that road”

mikasa ackerman - sad beautiful tragic from red

so, basically any song on red. like the urge to pick all too well for the scarf line was too powerful 

BUT I had to pick this one cuz it’s so eremika it hurts

my red baby she is just like me fr 

“and time / is taking it’s sweet time erasing you / and you’ve got your demons / and darling they all look like me / cause we had a beautiful magic love affair there / what a sad beautiful tragic love affair” 

sasha braus - new romantics from 1989 

similar to 1989, sasha is all vibes, no skips, no emo crap

so, I had to pick the highest energy, scream at the top of your lungs, stick your head out the window song WHICH was the new romantics, obv. 

but song is just good vibes, makes u wanna dance which is very sasha I feel 

“and every day is like a battle / but every night with us is like a dream / we are too busy dancing, to get knocked off of our feet / the best people in life are free” 

levi ackerman - look what you made me do from reputation 

duh. 

may I quote that one scene where levi promises to kill zeke for erwin? yeah? yeah. 

also just has the whole revenge, justice thing in his vibes idk 

“the world moves on another day, another drama drama / but not for me, not for me, all I think about is karma / and when the world moves on, there’s one thing for sure / maybe I got mine but you’ll all get yours” 

connie springer - death by a thousand cuts from lover 

ok so

picked this song cuz baby connie just KEEPS GETTING BETRAYED  

let him rest. leave him alone. let him keep his friends. 

also sasha connie coded sorry I just know he’s stuck on things like this - sasha, his mom, eren 

“cause I can pretend it’s okay when it’s not / saying goodbye is death by a thousand cuts / but if the story’s over, why am I still writing pages?” 

armin arlert - this is me trying from folklore 

I don’t even have to explain this one

like rlly, I don’t 

“they told me all of my cages were mental / so I got wasted like all my potential / I just wanted you to know / that this is me trying” 

reiner braun - evermore ft. bon iver from evermore 

WOOP

evermore will be post-war reiner’s jam like he finally gets to have his peace after struggling for so long 

specifically the lyric change from “this pain would be for evermore” to “this pain wouldn’t be for evermore” bc reiner finally gets to live in peace 

eren yeager - you’re on your own kid from midnights 

was gonna pick anti-hero, because he, in fact, is the problem

but you’re on your own kid, just his SONG. 

“I looked around in a blood soaked gown and saw something they can’t take away / so make the friendship bracelets / take the moment and taste it / you’ve got no reason to be afraid / you’re on your own kid, you always have been” 

[moonpetrichors-blog]

Songs That Remind Me Of Attack On Titan

Tags: Headcanons (Formatting), Eremika

Warnings: Season 4 Spoilers

Songs that remind me of Attack On Titan or that I associate with the overall series.

* ˚ ✦ Read below the cut

╭┈─────── ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-╰┈➤ ❝ [06/11/23] ❞  

This Could Build Us a Home - The Garden

Cell door slams Right into my face

Immediately, these lyrics remind me of when Eren was imprisoned in Season 4.

Actually, there were a lot of times that Eren was behind bars I think 💀 jailbird fr HAHAHAHAH

I've gotta beat time We're running out of time

Now this one is a bit tricky to explain.

While Eren can't physically time travel, I find that these lyrics can relate to how he kind of knows what's going to happen and despite trying to change his fate, or at least trying to make choices to lead to something different, he can't.

(I'm assuming that was how it worked anyway.)

But you can't outrun the preordained. You can only act with the hand you've been dealt.

I also think of the titan shifter's lifespan and how they don't live forever, despite being so powerful.

Promise me That this can build a home

Promise me That we will not get old

Oof...

This part of the song is definitely a little heartbreaking, knowing that Eren dies and he can't grow old with Mikasa.

Despite that, everyone moves on and builds new lives for themselves with the temporary peace they've been given.

Eren is the only one who doesn't grow old - but it's because of this fact that the others could finally settle down and build a proper home for themselves.

… … … … … . . ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ,,  ⌲˘͈ᵕ˘͈  

My Kind Of Woman - Mac DeMarco

I'm feelin' so tired Really fallin' apart And it just don't make sense to me I really don't know Why you stick right next to me Wherever I go

Relating to the line where Eren talks about his head is all messed up to Armin.

His mental state has kind of reached a point where it's a little fucked up, and he's done fucked up things.

Despite it all, Mikasa sticks by his side because her love and devotion to Eren keeps her loyal to him, even if at times she's a slave to that love.

You're my, my, my, my kind of woman

Is there anything that really needs to be said about this line?

Eren Yeagar, everybody. The man that taught us what not to do when you have a fine ass girl by your side.

… … … … … . . ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ,,  ⌲˘͈ᵕ˘͈  

I Love You So - The Walters

I just need someone in my life to give it structure To handle all the selfish ways I'd spend my time without her

Eren's life has inevitably become a mess.

Frankly, everyone in the AOT universe lacks structure in their lives. They all have had to constantly adapt to change.

Mikasa is a constant in Eren's life, but he isn't one in hers. The second line can be attributed to when Eren says that truly, he doesn't want Mikasa to forget about him.

That he wants to be on the forefront of her mind for at least another ten years, despite being dead.

It's a selfish desire, despite the fact that he won't be able to spend time with her. And yet, Mikasa is still the one thing Eren can count on to still be there for him, waiting.

After all, she did say see you later, Eren.

I'm gonna pack my things and leave you behind This feeling's old and I know that I've made up my mind I hope you feel what I felt when you shattered my soul 'Cause you were cruel and I'm a fool So, please let me go

Definitely much heavier meaning to this part of the song.

Of course, Eren leaving Mikasa and Armin behind. He's known for a long time what it is that he has to do and nothing can change that.

It's a cruel fate for them, honestly.

Eren makes stupid decisions all the time, but at the root of it all he doesn't want his friends to suffer, even if some of his actions still caused that suffering.

Think of when he told Mikasa that he hated her.

But at the end of those lyrics, you can feel that sense of sadness where he tells Mikasa to forget him and throw the scarf away.

To let him go.

… … … … … . . ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ,,  ⌲˘͈ᵕ˘͈  

Moon River - Frank Ocean

My heart (you heart) breaker Wherever you're goin' I'm goin' that way (the same, the same)

Jesus a lot of these songs can be Eremika based 😭

Once again, Mikasa being a devoted and loyal to Eren, even if he has left her heartbroken.

I think at the end of the episode when we see that she grew old and passed away, we also see that she's holding the same flowers that were on Eren's gravestone.

I think this may be why she said see you later, because she would reunite with him in the afterlife. The last two lines of this song remind me of that.

Two drifters off to see the world There's such a crazy world to see We're all chasin' after all the same Chasing after our ends

Obviously this song is in the perspective of a couple but I think you can be a bit imaginative and include Armin in part, regarding how he desperately wanted to see the outside world.

There was so much they hadn't seen or explored yet, and that was one of their original ambitions/goals. They used to be so bright-eyed.

At the end of the day, though, everyone knows that with being a scout comes inevitable death, pains, and losses.

While chasing for that freedom and exploration, everyone drew closer to their own demise - some just luckier than others.

Also, the title? Moon - when it was a full moon when Eren asked Mikasa what he was to her, and river - the ocean and how it was always Armin's dream to go there.

… … … … … . . ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ,,  ⌲˘͈ᵕ˘͈  

I Bet On Losing Dogs - Mitski

I bet on losing dogs I know they're losing and I'll pay for my place By the ring Where I'll be looking in their eyes when they're down I'll be there on their side I'm losing by their side

When you think about this song as a standalone, it is clear that the overall message is about trying so hard to make something work when it just can't.

And you know it can't.

But knowing this impossibility, everyone's beliefs, choices, and devotion are unshakeable.

Even if they're losing, or if they can't change their fates, whether or not this is a never-ending loop they'll keep their place and pay for it.

Because at the end of the day, these characters wouldn't be who they are or do what they need to do without betting on something to lose.

Just as Armin said, you can't change anything if you aren't ready to abandon something. Is it love? Giving your heart to the cause? Your own freedom?

It changes depending on the perspective of who you're looking at this song from.

Whoever it is, they all stick by each other, knowing that there is one losing dog they bet on: Eren.

But not just them, so does humanity. He was humanities last hope in the beginning.

He doesn't get his happy ending, but Mikasa looks into his eyes before he goes "down".

Figuratively and literally.

How you'd be over me looking in my eyes when I come Someone to watch me die

SOBBING.

ENOUGH SAID.

[autisticbokutoenthusiast]

playboyy ep 13 stray thoughts!!!

- zouey fr gonnna kill captain

- nont saying he didn’t mean to beat them up... be so fr baby boy

- not zouey invoking nant HOLY FUCK DID NONT GET SHOT

- CHEKHOVS FUCKING GUN FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK

- crying these boys have no clue what they walked into

- NONT?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? scream he’s never as turned on as when he’s held at gunpoint ig?!,!?!?!?!?!!??!? he’s lost the plot i love him so much he’s everything

- baddie bunch in the back like 🧍🏽‍♂️happy you're making out with your mans but when are we gonna be safe from the mafia tho🧍🏽���♂️

- IS PUEN DEAD IM GONNA SCREAM NO HES NOT BABY WAKE UO WAIE UPOOOOO WAKE UP IH FUCK HES OK OH SHIT O MY GOD

- is nont still shot????

- i’m confused but imma let this slide until i read someone else’s explaination of the the dialogue

- first is so funny im sorry but that’s my boy

- zouey is gonna snap snap soon im calling it like i need a level 7 magnitude granny scarf moment from him

- teena is THE man like i want him so bad he’s been nothing but understanding and sweet and affectionate and goofy he want me

- KEEN IS BACK WAIT WAS HIM GETTING EXPELED A SET UP

- the shattered mirror in his locker… someone with more brainpower needs to dissect this

- AOBPUEN LIGHTING FOR THE WIN

- this scene is scarily quiet nvm they’re playing incomplete by gavin luke which if i am remembering correctly is another nuthphop ballad!!

- aob crawling on top of puen like that makes me want to go so feral like fuckkkkk

- nuthphop enthusiasts it’s been two fucking episode BUT WERE SO BACK

- lighting this ep goes crazy

- cry by johannes bornlöf in nuthphop scenes enthusiasts WERE SO BACK

- IS THAT PORSCHE FIRING A BLANK PLEASE BE A BLAMK PLEASE I CANT DO THIS PORSCHE NO RUN WHAT WHAT WJAY WJAY WJAY EJ WHY IS HIS FACE HIDDEN MAYBE ITS NOT PORSCHE BUT THEN WHO

- jason’s fuckass joy over this i need his head in plate i need nont to light him on fire NEOW

- jason get your hands off of him GET A DJOB STAH AWAY FROM HER!!!!!

- oh nont is he talking to nant through reflection again… well nont breakdown enthusiasts yall eating good ig

- nont always surrounded by candles when he’s losing it…. this feels thematic

- is proms hair diff….

- oh god nont is gonna die they’re both gonna die…… i can’t take it if they do

- why is nuthphop sleeping like that… whatever neither of them are crying oh god GET A JOB STAY AWAY FROM HER

- not commenting on that bit fucking yucks me out

- @jeffsatyr i’m not gonna say anything but… yeah…

- captain having the most romantic framing he’s ever had and its between him and teena’s dick…. good for him ig

- captains been living with four other men the whole time what is he talking about

- captainpuen enthusiasts we still have a chance !!!!!

- did we ever get a close up of puens nevklace

- jason lee count your fuckass days im not playing i need this man to endure heinous things

- WERE GETTING THIS SONG AGAIN?!?!? cry enthusiasts were really winning today

- is that a lion and tiger being projected on them??

- incomplete again too??? interesting

- their gonna kill my boys aren’t they welp nuthphop enthusiasts it’s been on honor serving with yall

- SCARED OF WATER BY KIKORU oh they bringing out the nuthphop deep cuts today

- nuth is my baby boy

- not them playing ambivalent thoughts when nuth gets on one knee im getting hit with shrimp emotions

- JUMP MY BOY

- porschejumptutor truthers….

- wait it’s over?!?!?!!??

feeling very secure and sure whats coming in the finale haha...

[wispexists]

P5R PMD AU because i am insane!!!

So I have many a thought in my head and with Spike Chunsoft dangling the idea of a new Mystery Dungeon entry in front of my face this past week I have more thoughts. Especially about the Mystery Dungeon AU's I create with every fandom I join.

So um Persona 5 PMD au (with some visuals).

Also this will contain major spoilers for Persona 5 Royal and Pokémon Super Mystery Dungeon.

First, this is a rewrite of PMD Super, because I will not write a new story for this and also because I always see Explorers get the crossover au/rewrite treatment (as it should tbh) and we gotta switch it up!! Now with the main plot not really changing we can jump into the characters.

1. The Heros

The hero role is filled both by Akira Kurusu and Goro Akechi, both being human and both losing their memories respectfully after being isekai'd into a foreign world. These bitches gay, so I think it's funny to throw them into another god killing situation.

The role stays true to the plot, get chased by Beheeyem, get adopted, join the guild, etc. it would just have more banter between characters in between.

Akira:

At first you may think, "Wouldn't Zorua fit better? Isn't that the black and red trickster Pokémon that fits the overall aesthetic really well? Wouldn't it have been cool for an Akiren that could summon fake illusion personas???" Because I thought the same things until I realized I cannot draw Zorua!

I also think even though Floragato doesn't really fit aesthetically, it fits in every other aspect of joker persona. Silly little jester cat.

I also thought Zorua would be too much of an awkward fit in the group just, vibes man, he's too small. Once you see my other picks you'll get it. You get silly little jester cat take it or leave it.

Goro:

STUPID BIRD!! THE CHOICE IS OBVIOUS!! FUCKIN,, CROW MAN!! CORVISQUIRE SWEEP!!

I also made him shiny because it matches his color pallete. Literally easiest decision in the world. I was originally going to go with rookidee but again, too small.

2. The partner

You thought these bitches were doing this shit alone?? NO!! THEY NEED A SILLY FRIEND!! WHO ELSE TO PUT IN THE ROLE OF THE WEIRD ADOPTED ORPHAN THAN WEIRD ADOPTED ORPHAN FUTABA SAKURA!! Also going forward no other character is human, very important pmd shit.

Futaba:

Similarly to the p5 plot, Futaba is still grieving her mom while getting adopted by Sojiro. Wakaba died in an "unfortunate accident" while doing research for a guild on the grass continent. The last thing left in Futaba's possession is her harmony scarf. Unlike p5, Futaba didn't actually see her mom die since she was in Serene Village while her mom was doing research. She still somewhat blames herself for her mother's death but is motivated to find the truth behind it.

Futaba's social anxiety would prevent her from joining a proper exploration team, until of course she gets two new neighbors that are reminded of someone in her and feel obligated to help (THE HEROS FROM BEFORE IN CASE YOU DIDNT GET THAT). Also in Super, the partner doesn't join a team because everyone fucking hates them and I thought wow! That's way too mean! And not in character!! So I changed that.

Anyways JOLTIK FUTABA, SMALL CREATURE. The only one allowed to be teeny tiny.

I originally was planning to go with a Dewpider since I knew for a fact that I wanted her to be a bug type but then I saw Joltik and thought "wow, this bitch has so much mischievous energy" and it stuck.

She'd probably run a support build of some kind in preparation to be backup.

3. Nuzleafs replacement

Takuto Maruki.

If you thought anyone but him I would tell you to replay Super Mystery Dungeon BECAUSE I THINK IT FITS SO WELL.

Also because it's weird that Nuzleaf was like unemployed, I also made Maruki Audinos replacement as the school nurse. He can be in a weird cult and work at the school at the same time.

Yes Maruki is the one who sends our protagonists to hell! After his childhood friend Rumi never truly recovered from an accident, Maruki turned to the help of Yveltal, believing that the limbo-like state is better than suffering for a lifetime. This happiness can be easily achieved if only he had a human that could destroy the barrier on Revelation Mountain, then their plan would be foolproof..

Also important to note that actualization doesn't exist because personas and the metaverse wouldn't exist in Pokémon.

FURRET MARUKI SHAKES YOU. His ass looks normal until he STABS YOU IN THE BACK!!

4. Classmates

Ok I got a little burnt out at this point so I don't have references for these ones but the gist is they're literally just the Shujin guys. None of them would join the exploration team (sorry :() but they would still get little side stories. I also tried to match certain characters with their metaverse powers as a little silly.

Ann: Braixen. Literally makes so much sense. Strong girlboss fire wizard like get it queen!! Fuck yeah!

Ryuji: Luxio but specifically with rivalry instead of intimidate purely because it's funny.

Makoto: Houndour. Honestly went with this because of vibes and also because she counters and covers Haru's weaknesses because I am a Makoharu stan frfr.

Haru: Galarian Ponyta. See Makoto.

Mishima: Please suggest a Pokémon for Mishima. I do not have one.

Shiho: also up for suggestions

Sumire: Eevee. Since actualization doesn't exist, she still knows she's Sumire, but is still strongly advised by Maruki to follow in her sisters footsteps considering she trained her entire life as a performer, why shatter your dreams and pursue something that has the chance to bring you pain? Specifically replaces Espurr in this au since she's being manipulated by Maruki.

Yusuke: Alolan Vulpix. Not part of the school, he lives in Lively Town with Madarame, but he gets included on this list because I have no where else to put him.

Morgana: Purrloin. Isn't in this story like at all because he got arrested for crime. Thought I'd include him anyways.

5. Extra thoughts

I have a few more characters that I know for sure are going to be here. Every change of heart is going to happen but they would most likely get arrested instead (cause no metaverse).

This really is just a self-indulgent mashup of P5 and PMD. The characters still generally keep their arcs even if they aren't as important, the overall plot is just that of PMD Super.

And that about wraps it up for now! If you made it this far, I love you, mwah. Also please please please send any questions because I am writing this in the middle of the night and I KNOW I probably missed something and I really just want to share this silly au. Thank you for reading!

[casuallyimagining]

Fix You Bonus: Visitors

hybrid!Min Yoongi x Reader

Summary: Yoongi isn't a fan of visitors. Genre: Fluff, Slice of Life, Hybrid AU Word Count: 811 Rating: E Warnings: none

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The knock at your door startled Yoongi so badly he almost threw his knitting. He was sitting  beside you on the couch, an episode of his favorite bar renovation show playing on the television, working on the scarf he was going to give to Pearl. The yarn he was using was a lovely shade of lilac, and you could tell he was proud of the fact that he was attempting to fade it into a cream color.

But he was still a little jumpy. Sudden visitors, though you didn’t get many, were absolutely not Yoongi’s thing. You smoothed his hair down in an attempt to soothe him, scratching gently behind his ears.

When you got up to answer the door, you were surprised to see your parents standing there on your stoop. They almost never came to visit you--you almost always had to go visit them. Not that you minded, you liked to go home, to engulf yourself in the rose-colored memories of your childhood. It was strange seeing them in the city.

“We were in the area and thought we’d stop by,” your mother said, setting her purse down on your kitchen island. “Your dad had that appointment with the knee doctor, remember?”

You nodded. Your dad’s knees had been slowly going on him since your childhood--years of hard work and micro injuries from his job had eroded his joints--and now that he was old enough--whatever that meant--his doctor was finally doing something about it.

“We wanted to swing by and say congrats on the trial. Read about it in the paper.” Your dad nodded, attempting to act casual as he glanced around your apartment. “So… where is he?”

Your parents didn’t particularly like that your new roommate was a man. They had no problems with the fact that he was part cat, but they were old-fashioned, and heaven forbid you even pretend to have male friends.

If only they knew.

You glanced into the living room, and Yoongi was nowhere to be found. You frowned.

“He’s… somewhere.” You gestured to your couch. “Get comfortable. I’ll go find him.”

You found him sitting in his room at his piano, ears pressed firmly into his hair. He clutched his tail, running his fingers through the soft ebony fur. He looked up when you entered the room, copper eyes wide with nerves.

“You disappeared,” you observed quietly, approaching him.

As soon as you were close enough, he leaned into you, resting his head against your torso. You felt him sigh heavily, but he let go of his tail, allowing it to flick against your leg. Silently, you pulled his hair back off his forehead. He looked up at you, eyes searching your face.

You hummed. “What’s wrong?” He shrugged in response. “I know they’re new, but they aren’t bad people.”

“I know, I just…” He trailed off, chewing on his lip.

“You’ve met mom before, actually,” you told him softly. “That first day, remember? She helped me wrap you in a blanket.”

You could see him thinking, wracking his brain. You wouldn’t blame him if he didn’t remember your parents. Those first few days had been traumatic and stressful. But eventually, he nodded.

“I seem to remember her also very confidently declaring me a boy cat.” A slight brush crept across Yoongi’s face.

You laughed, scratching lightly at his scalp. “Let’s not bring that up to her, shall we? I think she would probably die.” He hummed, eyes fluttering shut and leaning into your hand. “You wanna go back out there? Say hi? They won’t stay long, I don’t think. They don’t really like the city that much.”

For a while, Yoongi was quiet, happy to sit there and let you scratch at his ears. A soft rumble started to stutter in his chest as he leaned further into you, his body practically melting against your own. But your mother’s voice drew your attention back to your guests.

“Did you get lost?” she called. You could tell she was standing at the end of the hall, just barely able to restrain herself from coming to look for you.

Yoongi sighed and stood up. You squeezed his hand and let him lead the way out of the room and into the living room. You followed him, a hand on his back for comfort.

Your parents perked up as soon as you emerged, both of their heads snapping up at the sound of the bedroom door closing. Yoongi froze under their gaze, pausing slightly in the hallway entrance, but you prodded him gently, your hand on his back keeping him going. Your thumb rubbed circles into the fabric of his t-shirt, hoping to comfort him.

“Mom, Dad.” You smiled at your parents, your free hand coming up to rest on Yoongi’s arm. His tail flicked nervously behind him. “This is Yoongi. My hybrid roommate.”

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[minhyeong]

&. 𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬

genre: angst, breakup au | word count: 1,225

↳ Even if you didn’t want your belongings anymore, he wished you had enough mercy to at least take back the ghost of you that seeped into every tiny crevice of his memory.

“I can’t do this anymore.” 

Your words floated in Doyoung’s mind, a buoy that followed all the currents. He couldn’t drown it even if he tried. 

His ears buzzed with the clattering plates, hushed conversations, and Christmas tunes in the coffee shop until it zoned in on his own heartbeat that became painfully loud. Doyoung stared down at the small wooden table that was barely enough for two people to use, crumbs and drops of spilled beverages littering the corners. The peppermint hot chocolate turned cold in his hands. 

Doyoung sat up a little straighter and nodded. “We should end this,” he agreed, gaze still on the table. Ironic how he saw this coming but it somehow still created the most piercing sensations in his chest. 

You wordlessly stared at him, heart nearly given up. If he had said something—anything—to fight for your relationship, you would’ve stayed. You would’ve clung on, dug all of your fingers into the edge of the cliff, tried to pull your entire body weight back up no matter how depleted you felt. Doyoung let you plunge straight down. 

Waiting for Doyoung was a losing game. 

You wrapped your scarf a little tighter around your neck and shuffled out of the booth, the sound of your retreating footsteps agonizing Doyoung’s ears as they mingled with the sound of his thrashing heart. 

He was fortunate, Doyoung thought, to have someone who made partings so painful. 

The toast was mocking him, smeared perfectly with the right amount of butter, sides crunchy and golden, just the way you liked it. Doyoung didn’t mean to make two servings of breakfast; it was just his habit. 

For a moment—a very happy moment—he had forgotten you were no longer there to enjoy the early hours of the morning with him. He had forgotten that he could no longer tenderly wake you up or plant gentle kisses on your sleepy eyes. He had forgotten that he could no longer make your mornings brighter, and you were no longer there to start his days.

It was hard to remember his reality when you never came back to retrieve your belongings. Your clothes were still stored away neatly in his drawers, toothbrush faithfully sitting next to his, scent still stained the pillow you used. Doyoung said he would try again if you returned to pack your things. He convinced himself that you would be giving him another chance if you were just willing to be under the same roof as him one more time. Doyoung was ready to fight for you again, relearn everything about the one he claimed to be his forever, love you harder than before.

Even if you didn’t want your belongings anymore, he wished you had enough mercy to at least take back the ghost of you that seeped into every tiny crevice of his memory.

Forever, Doyoung thought, was never made for people like him.

“I’m home,” Doyoung muttered, releasing the door handle and watching the door click shut.

He hated this part of the day. Distractions were abundant outside. It was possible to work and focus on the endless tasks until he didn’t have any space in his mind to think of you. It was possible to call his friends out and become so drunk that he woke up on their couch with another hangover, so drunk that he couldn’t even piece together a coherent thought or dream of you.

There were no distractions at home. Doyoung hated going home to no one, hated the void with no one to fill it.

His bag slipped out of his clutch and smacked the ground, his keys spilling out. Doyoung leaned his head against the wall, feet anchored to the floor. “I’m home,” he repeated, letting out a sigh that rattled his body.

Numbing silence.

You left behind all your belongings, Doyoung thought, but you took all of him with you when you walked away.

A Claddagh ring: an enduring symbol of love, loyalty, and friendship—connection and unity.

Doyoung wanted to promise you all of that, write his vows in the sky and have all the angels be his witness.

The silver ring sat on his palm, glinting under the light from his table lamp, cold to the touch; he had purchased it a few months ago for your birthday. No use for it now. He couldn’t even give it to you.

The clock struck twelve.

“Happy birthday,” he whispered, his voice lost in the emptiness. 

He pulled out a random drawer of his work desk and carelessly dropped the ring in. It slipped past the edges of all the folders stacked on top of one another and landed on the steel bottom with a clank—a horrible, hollow sound. 

You were probably forging onwards, Doyoung thought, while he was the only one naively staying behind.

Doyoung waited as the snow on the asphalt melted, waited as the rain drenched the city on cool spring days, waited as bare trees came back to life with blazing green foliage, and waited as half eaten ice cream cones dropped on the pavements. 

He didn’t know why he was still waiting. He told himself it was always going to end this way, begged himself to accept the truth. 

His house was now clear of any remnants of you. He shoved every crumb of you into a big box and tossed it out. Deleting your number and all the photos he had of you caused a ruckus in his chest, but he braved through that as well. Everything Doyoung could do to convince himself it was time to move on, he did.

That didn’t stop the feeling of melancholic longing when he was driving on an empty highway, or when he was tiredly walking down the aisles of the nearest convenience store looking for anything to fill his stomach at 2am, or when he was enjoying a cup of coffee on a Sunday evening. That didn’t free him from the inexplicable sadness that came in waves, carrying him away with the currents. 

Sometimes, when he walked aimlessly, accompanied by the stars hidden by the light pollution, he would catch himself wondering how you were doing. Then, he would remind himself it was none of his business anymore.

You were out there somewhere looking at the same moon as him, Doyoung thought, and that was enough.

All it took was time. 

Now, he only missed you in a quiet way. It was hushed enough for him to tuck deep, deep into the forgotten corners of his mind. He could go days and weeks without any thoughts of you. The loneliness he carried everywhere with him had become bearable. Meals alone weren’t so bad anymore. Life, of course, went on without you. 

Doyoung learned to breathe again.

On a crisp autumn day, when the air smelled like caramel and sour apples, he went to the sea, wanting to be held by the salty breeze until he found ease again after a hectic week. 

Seeing you stand there, feet dipped in the lapping waves, skin tinted sunset gold, hand held by someone else, Doyoung realized he still loved you. 

The emotions he thought had sunk to the depths of earth surged to the surface. Whirling drops of water brutally accumulated into a raging ocean within his unsteady frame. 

Sadness, Doyoung thought, was flowing backwards.

[martianbugsbunny]

OUAT Thoughts Pt.69--Episodes 9-10

I have watched through S7E10; spoilers DNI. Also, spoiler warning for anyone further behind than I am.

—Oh, excuse me, it’s Drizella with a Z. Also, I think it’s kind of funny that two of these girls have names with Ella in them.

—So if I’m understanding this correctly, Drizella was a bit spoiled as a child, so her mother decided to hate her for the rest of her life. Okay. Sounds reasonable.

—The heart-shaped bodice on Cecilia’s dress was gorgeous.

—Little Cinderella’s dress was cute, too.

—Oooooh, lavender lemonade! That’s the good stuff, let me tell you. There’s barely a tastier beverage to be found.

—This may just be the most complicated family situation any Cinderella story has ever had.

—Oh, boo, it’s less fun when Hook isn’t calling Rumple “crocodile” at every turn.

—Kay so these witches are much creepier than most things that have appeared on this show. Ngl, proper witchy stuff freaks me out, and these ladies were specifically designed to do that, so…not living large right now.

—Not complaining about seeing Rumple in one of those delightful red robes again, but him regressing is sad. And he apparently gives, like, zero sh*ts about being alive, which isn’t surprising because his current goal is literally to die.

—I know I said this recently, but he keeps on upping the ante: Just when I think I can’t possibly love Hook any more, he proves me wrong. He gave up the knowledge that Alice is his daughter, gave up the relationship that he’s been searching for for years, to give Lucy a chance at having her mother in her life. Killian Jones is the most beautiful man alive and I would die for him.

—Rolling Bayou is the perfect name for the food truck and I one hundred percent believe that Tiana’s the one who came up with it. And it’s even starting to look like an actual food truck!

—Y’all, watching Henry almost die, and knowing that if the curse is broken he has to die, is terribly upsetting.

—I would like to rip my brain from my head and hurl it across the room. Even the writers have given up on establishing a timeline—which, to be honest, is hilarious to me. But fr, Henry is possibly somewhere in his thirties, Robin is twenty-five, Alice is still indeterminate, and nobody else has apparently aged? What kinda looney is this?

—I’d love to know what hijinks happened in the eight years between Drizella being statue-d and Drizella being un-statue-d. Regina knew Rumple was in that world, so he obviously wasn’t keeping too low a profile. How long has he been crazy? Why is Henry’s buddy still living with them? Where was Lady Tremaine that whole time?

—I go wild whenever Regina wears her regal clothes, but her wearing that cute little scarf in her hair when she went to Zelena clobbered me. She’s so pretty.

—Of all the things Zelena might’ve done in her cursed life, I would not have guessed cycling instructor. Interior design lady, maybe. Personal shopper, yes. Not cycling instructor.

—I love that Robin is an archer. I don’t care if it’s the most obvious thing ever, it’s perfect.

—Also, ROBIN AND ALICE? *inhuman screeching* I didn’t only get Alice being a dumbass lesbian, I got Alice with an actual girlfriend that she’s actually in love with and they actually exchanged promises to know each other even when they didn’t know each other like any other couple would and I CAN’T EVEN! And, you know what, the daughter of Zelena and Robin Hood being lesbian simply *slaps*

—If I ever shut up about this, I am dead. Ain’t no other option.

—*Also again* Rumple cowering with the lesbians in the face of the Dark Curse tracks. Rumple seems to collect wlw vibe ladies, I swear. (Autocorrect wants to change wlw to wow, which is yes. Lesbians rock.)

—My mom and I just watched Zelena, the Charmings, Regina, and Hook’s songs from the musical episode again and damn is Hook a fine singer. Once again, that bar is mighty high.

—I adore Rumple and Hook for being willing to work together. Hook pushes Rumple for the truth, gets it (which  is a big deal in itself), offers to help, and Rumple actually accepts. Once again, it shows how much he’s been changed by Belle’s death, but it’s cool anyway.

—And I love that as soon as he realized Lucy was in trouble, Rumple went into protective great-granddad mode.

—Noah Fence, but I think Drizella’s power level (before her magic was thieved) was bogus. It’s established canon *as if I ever really cared about that?* that it takes years of training to get magical people to the level of control and ability that she exhibits, apparently after a single afternoon hanging out with Regina. Baloney.

[heyheyloki]

Meddle About

Summary: Spencer starts to get jealous of your relationship with Derek

Spencer Reid x M!Reader

Requested.

Word Count: 2775

Another day, another case. That’s just how it is for you. While you did work more than sleep, which you swear should be illegal, you did have some form of entertainment. The entertainment coming from your friends, but more specifically Derek Morgan. The two of you weren’t a pair to be messed with, in fact, most people you two meet end of thinking you both are dating. Which, isn’t the case. In fact, you already had eyes on someone. Though, when you act the way towards Derek to your other co-worker and friend Spencer Reid, you get the vibe that he’s uncomfortable with your flirting. So, you stopped, and so now your comments have only been at Derek, and sometimes Hotch but that’s only to piss him off. 

You weren’t the most corporative in the morning, in fact Hotch and Rossi tried to make it a priority to stay away from you until you had at least two full cups of coffee. However, your foul morning mood was something that Derek had fun playing with.

Before you could sit down at you desk, an arm snaked its way around your shoulders and halting you from moving any further. You knew who it was, so when you turned your head to stare at Derek’s smiling face, you gave him an unimpressed and frankly annoyed look. 

“Can I help you with something, Morgan?” You hissed. You never call him by his last name, even at work. 

“Ouch, now that’s cold.” He stated. “You need to learn how to be a morning person.”

“I don’t think that skill is required to do my job, but I’ll make sure it keep it in mind, sugar.” You yawned out. 

“Jeez, you are a hand full in the morning.”

“You’re just figuring that out now?” You stated. A pause started between the two of you before laughter surrounded the both of you in a peaceful and relaxing manner. 

After, you shooed Derek’s arm off your shoulder and moved down to sit at your desk. You looked up at the handsome man with a soft, playful smirk as he lowered his body down and gripped the arm rests of your chair. His face was close, but you didn’t mind. 

You started him up and down, making sure he noticed your eyes wonder before asking, “Damn, what did I do to deserve such a nice view?”

Derek moved his head on a tilt, his enchanting smile on full display. “Who knows, but I could totally give you a better one.”

“Yeah?” You hummed out. You were about to make a rather teasing and dirty comment before noticing a fellow co-working walking in. He had two cups of coffee in his hands as well as a purple scarf wrapped around his neck and draped over his sweater. “Oh, Spence is here.”

Derek’s playful mood died down quickly as he stood up straight and allowing you room to breath without being hit by his cologne. When Spence came in front of the two of you, he was biting both of his lips as he stared awkwardly between you both.

“Good morning,” you hummed out with a gentle smile.

“Morning.” He awkwardly stated before noticing the beverages in his hands. He soon after outstretched his arm to you, offering you the other coffee. “Got you this. Your favorite.”

“Oh, thanks, Spence.” You said as you tried to hide your nerves from the one in front of you. It wasn’t like he did this everyday, and the fact that he did at least told you that he thinks about you when you aren’t around. 

“It’s no problem,” he uttered out before shuffling out to his own desk, which wasn’t too far from your own. 

You smiled softly to yourself as you took a sip of the coffee Spence got for you, completely disregarding the other that started to get cold. It wasn’t until you heard some laughing that you looked up and started to notice Derek still hanging around. He took this time to take a seat on the corner of your desk, basically claiming that spot as his. 

“You got pretty boy wrap around your finger, don’t you?” He laughed out. He wasn’t even asking a question, more like stating a fact.

“What the hell are you talking about?” You asked as you removed your lips from the plastic top.

“Just now,” Derek said as his face contorted into pure confusion. “Wait, you’re telling me you’re a profiler and you can’t even figure out on your own how much pretty boy likes you?”

You stared at your friend for a moment. While your heart jumped at the words, you know in your gut it wasn’t logical. “I don’t think so. I mean, he always looks so uncomfortable when I try and make a move so, that’s probably not likely.”

“He just awkward.” Derek stated, the words itself making you raise a brow as you took another sip of the coffee.

“Still don’t think that’s the case,” you hummed out as you turned back to your desk that was littered in paper work. “Thanks for trying to make me feel better though.”

The case was another gruesome one. Three dead, one missing. It was purely FBI jurisdiction thanks to the killer kidnapping the fourth victim in the next state over. You were at least glad you didn’t have to deal with local cops, seriously, most if not all of the times they would be complete assholes. 

When you got on the plane you took your seat next to Derek and across from Hotch and Reid. Everyone else scrambled about the private jet. This was the usual seating pattern that would happen, and then on the way back home you’d probably switch out for the couch to take a nap.

“You got your two cups in?” Hotch asked cautiously, his eyes piercing into yours.

“I got three actually.” You hummed out as you flipped through the case file. Though, you soon put it down on the table and crossed your forearms over it. Your body leaning forward as you asked with a suggestive smirk, “If you have a question just ask, Hotch. C’mon, I don’t bite.”

You noticed your boss tense up before letting out a sigh, his eyes going back to his own file as he mumbled, “Why did we hire you again?”

“I heard that.” You stated with a dull tone of voice. You leaned back into your seat, the small chuckles of a familiar someone coming into your ears. You turned your head to Derek who had an annoying smile plastered all over his face. “You got something to say, chuckles?”

“Hm? Me?” Derek sarcastically asked. “I don’t know why you have to lie to Hotch like that.”

“And how exactly am I lying?” You questioned, everyone’s attention now drawn to the conversation at hand. 

“Well,” Derek trailed off as he moved closer to your body, his eyes never unlocking from yours. “If my memory serves me correct, you do bite.”

You heard a few of your co-workers laugh in amusement at the response, others kept to themselves with a small smile, and one remained unnaturally quiet as he watched. 

You playfully shoved Derek back. “In your dreams, lover boy.”

Derek’s smile never faltered, in fact, you swear it grew larger. “You, sugar, are the only thing I wish to see in my dreams.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at that one, your elbow coming out to rest on the table as your hand suddenly now held onto your face. Your gaze kept on your best friend before saying with a seductive tone, “If you keep talking like that then maybe it doesn’t have to be only in your dreams.”

While Derek did keep your attention, Derek himself couldn’t help but gaze over at Reid for a moment. He hadn’t heard from the genius for most of the plane ride, and when he looked at him, he instantly knew why. His gaze was flickering between his work and you, this look of irritation and uncertainly heavy in his chestnut hues. Derek has seen a lot of sides of Reid, after all he was like a brother to him. However, this look was new on Reid, though it was one Derek could identify easy. His little genius brother was brimming with jealousy.

During the case Derek got paired with Reid while you stayed at the local police station to set up a timeline for everyone when they get back. As the two were driving to see the family of the kidnapped victim, it was uncomfortably silent. Derek was currently driving so it didn’t bother him so much, but he could tell Reid was on edge with his foot tapping. 

“Yanno, kid, you’re going to have to do a lot better to get [Name] to notice you instead of just getting him coffee every now and then.” Derek suddenly said, his words making Reid immediately gaze over at him and finally stop his tapping foot.

“What’re you talking about?” He asked.

“Playing dumb isn’t one of your strong traits, yanno.” Derek said. “I see the way you look at him.”

Reid sighed, giving in. “Why are you telling me this? Don’t you like him?”

Derek couldn’t help but laugh at that one. He knew he shouldn’t have, but he couldn’t control it. “Me and him? Listen, pretty boy, unlike you two I only like women.”

Derek watched Reid’s face flush up with a soft pink color, his eyes keeping to the ground as he said a quiet and nervous, “Sorry.”

“It’s alright, kid.” Derek hummed out. “But instead of getting jealous, maybe ask him out.”

It wasn’t until later in that day that Spencer actually saw you again. You were tapping a pen against your forehead as you wrote up a report for the day for Hotch. It was something he made you do frequently, so it wasn’t an unfamiliar sight to see. Reid knew you didn’t notice him until he sat down besides you by the way you flinched.

Spence pressed his lips together awkwardly before letting out a soft, “Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

You let out a few deep breaths before a smile come onto your lips. “It’s fine, Spence. Why don’t you keep me company until I finish this up? I’ll make it worth your while.”

Reid’s eyes flicked everywhere but your gaze when you said that. There was something suggestive in the tone of your voice when you spoke that last sentence. The way it flowed off your tongue and the way your eyes sparkled with a hint of sin made thoughts flood into Reid’s mind like raging waters. He thought things that he thought he would be able to suppress around you after all this time, but that didn’t seem to be the case. 

“Uh, okay,” he uttered out as he watched your hand come out to touch his own that laid on the table in a comforting and friendly manner. He knew that’s how it was intended to be, but when your skin touched his own it was like you lit a match to his skin and made it burn with no remorse.

You smiled and nodded before going back to your work, your lips taking in the end of the pen. Reid knew it as a habit of yours when you were thinking, it was your faster way of getting things. A more rushed way. This fact alone made Reid shuffle a bit in his chair. He began to question you were so eager to finish up your work, it wasn’t like he had any plans after.

“You don’t have to rush, yanno, I, uh, don’t have anywhere to go.” Reid said in an attempt to make you slow down.

You didn’t look up from your paper as you began to write. “It’s okay, I wanna get this down so we can do something. I don’t want to keep you waiting.”

As soon as you said that, Reid went quiet as his thoughts spiraled like a love-sick school boy. There was calmness in your tone, yes, but the words themselves made his heart pound like a tiny machine gun. His nerves were through the roof and he felt like if he got caught staring it would be like his secret would be scattered about the room for you to easily identify. 

He couldn’t get over a lot of things about you, the most obvious ones were your smile, personality, and eyes. Though, the more complex ones dug deep into your personality. He loved the way you freely showed yourself off. There was thing one time you both went undercover and instead of treating it professionally, you made it seem natural, like you were just out on the town with your boyfriend. 

Boyfriend.

The word itself was so foreign to Spencer. He didn’t normally think about stuff like that, but when it came to you, every time he saw you he wished that you would greet him with that smile you show off to Derek and say with a loving tone of voice, “Hey, baby!”

“Spence?” A voice called out to him. Spencer completely had gotten back into reality when he heard your voice, his mind suddenly focusing 1000% on you when he stared into his eyes that he got lost in. You somehow had infected his mind, his veins, almost like a drug. However, his was one he didn’t want to get off of.

“Spence? You okay there?” You asked with a concerned tone, your gaze softer than normal. “You spaced out for a minute there and you rarely space out unless it’s about something important. Spill it, boy genius.”

“Huh?” Spence said quickly, his pitch going higher than normal for a moment. “What do you mean?”

You turned your chair so you could face Spence more, your pen dropping on the almost done paper. “Spill it, what is that big brain of yours thinking about? It’s got to be important for you to literally space out on me of all people.”

“Okay,” Spence nodded as he bite both of his lips. He leaned forward, closing more distance between the both of you. “Have you ever wanted to kiss someone, a lot, but, uh, you just couldn’t?”

Spencer didn’t know why but he almost saw a hint of sadness rise to the surface of your memorizing colored eyes that he could get lost in. His heart felt like it skipped a beat for a solid moment, he could feel it from the minute it started to the final moment that it ended.

“Well, I mean,” you uttered. Your voice was softer than normal but you quickly regained your confidence when you said, “What’s exactly stopping you?”

Reid’s eyes danced around for a moment. “I don’t want to be wrong.”

You sighed as you leaned back in your chair. “Spence, no offense, but I highly doubt anyone wouldn’t want to kiss a guy like you.”

“A guy like me?” Reid asked and licked his lips. “I’m not, uh, I’m not sure what you mean.”

“You’re a great guy, Spence. I mean, you’re smart, have a great job at a hella young age, you do that thing with your lips when you’re nervous, spit out random facts when no one asks,” you laughed. Your words trailing off before softly saying, “and well, you’re just you.” 

Spencer was at a loss for words, his eyes darted between your eyes and lips. He hesitated, though only for a moment until those words you spoke came back to him, “What’s stopping you?”

In his mind, he lost all reason to have a specific reason. Then, it happened. Without any warning Spencer leaned in as fast as he could and connected his lips to yours, his hands cupping your face to make the kiss as passionate as possible. There was a small pause in the beginning though, a pause to make sure you were okay with it. However, when he heard you softly whispered, “kiss me again,” he knew he had finally won.

Outside of the small office Reid and you were in, a few agents stared at the display from the outside. Hotch rolled his eyed before walking away while Rossi, JJ, and Morgan stayed for a moment.

“Finally,” JJ said. “How long have those two liked each other?”

“I would say maybe since [Name] got here,” Rossi suggested. “I’m pretty sure I saw Reid give him actually heart eyes this once time at a meeting.”

“Those two need to get a room, look, Reid is all over him like some kind of starved dog.” Morgan said as he leaned his head a bit to side to get a better view. “I’m pretty sure I saw a hand go somewhere it’s not supposed to go.”

“Let’s give them some privacy.” JJ said with a smile as she dragged the two older man by their arms out of the building forcefully.

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Toxic Aizawa Headcannons

genre: angst i guess?

pairings: aizawa x fem!reader

cw: || cheating || jealousy || cursing || manipulation || overall toxicity ||

A/N: this is kinda short, but i might do more of these and make them longer and add scenarios at the end. idk

SFW

• he's a scorpio.....that shit is toxic enough on it's own lmao

• but fr everyone seems to have this image he's a patient caring man and i mean he is, with his students

• but you? no

• you're an adult, you should just GET things but you don't which frustrates him beyond belief

• you're his partner, not his student he shouldnt have to baby you

• i also feel like aizawa has a thing for younger women, he's 31 and he likes his women in their early to mid 20's

• i feel like that isn't inherently toxic but the way he uses your younger age against you most definitely is

• when you get in an argument he throws it in you face calling you childish and stating how he should've just dated someone his own damn age

• shota definitely prioritizes his job over you, will stay out late at night patrolling. he will stand you up on dates to go to hero meeting and even be gone for weeks on missions without contacting you

• luckily toshinori and hizashi are nice men knowing how their colleague and friend is so they send you updates about him to keep your mind at ease

• this causes a lot of fights. he questions you on why you're talking to his friends, he wants you to stay out of his personal life. you try to rationalize with him that you are apart of his personal life and needs to start acting like it. if he's gonna be gone for long you tell him the least he could do is give you a heads up

• he argues back that you should just KNOW if he hasn't shown up he's gone for hero work and should be content with that. he tells you that you KNOW what you were signing up for when you started dating so why are you trippin now.

• he never yells but his tone becomes really harsh and his words cut like blades tearing you apart cutting you down until you feel so belittled that your argument isnt worth it anymore making you grow quiet

• he'll glare at you and make a few snide remarks before leaving like a upset father after scolding his daughter

• definitely avoids you afterwards, i mean he doesnt come home for a solid 2 weeks after and you dont get any updates from hizashi and toshinori because he told them to but out of his business

• when he comes back he pretends as if nothing ever happened, he already said what he had to say. why rehash it? and if you're really still hurt it's just gonna reinforce the fact he thinks you're childish and thinks he should've dated someone his own age

• speaking of people your own age if he catches you texting or hanging out with a guy your age he's gonna be pissed

• "what am i not good enough for you, you think i'm too old or something!?"

• like no bruh we were just having a friendly conversation what's your deal, PLEASE get over whatever complex you have dude

• I feel like aizawa would definitely judge the way you dress lmao

• with alternative fashion coming back in style you have a stab at it and start dressing like an e-girl because it's the easiest look to manage

• aizawa laughs his ass off at you saying how that isn't true alternative fashion and calls you a poser

• yeah yeah aizawa is a fuckin gate keeper, you can't tell me he wasn't emo back in the day

• tells you to change and never dress up like that again because it makes you look like some cheap cam girl

• if you ever try to walk away when hes scolding you he will use his scarf to tie you up making you sit down and admit you're wrong

• he's the type to stress that communication is key but doesn't communicate himself

• its more like he talks and you listen if you haven't gotten that by now

• he refuses to open up to you and keeps you 100% separated from his work and personal life

• probably makes fun of your trauma, nothing too fucked up like if your parents are dead or anything. hes not that much of a douche, but if its something like your sister use to lock you in the dark cold cellar at night and told you a monster was gonna get you he'd definitely laugh

• would even go as far as locking you in the basement closet to see how you'd react

• also gaslight you using your age against you saying how he knows more because he's older

NSFW

• wanna start this off by saying aizawa is defo cheating on you with midnight lmao take that how you want but he is

• when you catch him he just says it's not that serious and it just happened because they have history together and shes more mature and experienced. he said it wont happen again so why cant you get over it, stop being so childish

• i have a feeling he'd probably complain about how annoying you are to her during pillow talk 😹😹

• he's the type to keep a straight face when you're giving him sloppy toppy to give the illusion that you're underperforming and can't satisfy him but in reality his toes are curling and he's doing his best to hold back his moans because your head game is out of this world

• definitely is the dominant one and he'd laugh in your face at even the slightest mention of you taking over ( he does let midnight dom him tho😒)

• it was this one time where you asked could you ride him so he allowed it, you got on top of him and just when you were getting into the groove of it he rolled his eyes flipped you over and growled in your ear saying to never waste his time like that again

• when you try to initiate sex with him laughs at your cute efforts of trying to seduce him saying he's too old for that stuff to be appealing to him

• he'd use sex to take out all his frustrations on you

• it seems hot but not the way he does it, he'll have you in his lap infront of a mirror as he pounds into you while degrading you

• it starts off cute and light with just calling you things like his pathetic kitten but then the insults start getting a little too real saying how he could go find a better girl with a cunt just as tight as yours who doesn't annoy him and how you're such a bitch and you can't nag at him now that you're stuffed with his cock

• yeah needless to say you start crying and hit his ass with the safe word making him stop and he just rolls his eyes and mutters to himself about how the younger generation is so sensitive and kinda just....leaves you there to mope

• also yeah theres never any aftercare even after particularly rough scenes like that he just showers then goes to bed and expects you to do the same

• and it's not like he doesn't know with aftercare is, i mean he's banging midnight our bdsm queen he knows what aftercare is but just doesn't see you as important enough to be that intimate with

• if you do something that turns him off during the middle of sex and kinda just pushes you off of him and goes to sleep on the couch and won't have sex with you for a while

• drags himself at all types of late nights and early mornings crawling into bed with you whole you're still sleep and kisses you're shoulder saying to himself outloud "i'll do right by you one day"