#do like... sure. museums and stuff. i GET it but it goes a little too soft in the actual colonialism that went on from the japanese. i feel

[kashilascorner]

Oh ok. I get now why a lot of people didn't vibe with the ending.

All and all: excellent manga, overall very good final act, too rushed final 2-3 chapters but weak and honestly mediocre epilogue, which makes the high of the ending kind of leave a bitter taste. I think Noda had a good steed and suddenly he had to finish and had to rush all. So the ending in the sense of the final arc was good but the ending proper (final couple chapters) + epilogue......... Not so much

[ninjagotohell]

I just read a whole wacky thread of people arguing which parent was bad Garmadon or Misako and I’m no longer scared of the Misako defenders

[flippinpancakes64]

Hi! i love your works!💗 btw can i request headcanons of Cullens on reader’s birthday?💗

The Cullens on your Birthday

I love this request!!! I don’t really have anything else to say here so we’ll just get right to it

Also I saw Deadpool and Wolverine today and oh my fucking god i couldn’t contain myself every time Hugh Jackman came on screen

Thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy!

Edward:

He tries to do whatever you want to do

Your favorite restaurant, your favorite place to visit, your favorite movies

But if Alice wants to throw a party then that’s just what’s gonna happen

He wants to spend all of his money on you

If you let him, he will

But he mostly tries to get you a sentimental gift

Something that will mean something to you rather than just being expensive

Not to say that sentimental thing WONT be expensive because it definitely will

What can I say

He loves to spoil the people he loves

Gift giving is his love language for sure

He just wants this day to be completely about you

Cause he loves you ❤️

Alice:

She does NOT play around

The biggest party this town has seen ever

If you let her, she will invite everyone that lives within a 20 mile radius

And on the invite it said that everyone has to bring a gift

She wants to make this a completely memorable night

Basically the whole week of your birthday is all about you

You guys take the week off of school

She gets you on a plane or a boat and takes you to wherever you want to go

All-expenses paid vacation

On the actual day of your birthday, she brings you back home to where the party is

You have so many gifts that you actually don’t know what to do with them

Like, you do not have room for all of this shit in your house

She doesn’t care

She makes sure that the day is COMPLETELY about you

It doesn’t matter who it is, if they’re causing a scene at your party they are escorted out immediately

It could literally be the Pope and she would boot him to the curb

Jasper:

He’s very lowkey

He doesn’t want you to feel overwhelmed

And if you’re anything like him, you do not want to be the center of attention at all

So he opts for something smaller and more intimate

He takes you to the movies, your favorite restaurant, and an art museum

Just a day out basically

Wherever you want to go, he’s your personal chauffeur

Once he takes you home, he gives you just one small present

It will be something very meaningful and heartfelt

He just wants this to be special and completely about you

Just you

No other distractions or people

Does his best to discourage Alice from throwing a huge party

Especially if you express that you don’t want one

Or even if you do want one but not like a huge event

Rosalie:

She’s really good at finding a happy medium

Right between too big of a party and too small of one

She makes you take the day off of school

And then she does everything that you’ve ever asked of her

Want to go to Build a Bear? Done

Want to go skydiving? Done

Want to watch a movie? Done

Literally anything and she’ll do it

After your day of fun, she brings you back to the Cullen house for a party

All of your family (that you like) is there, along with the Cullens

Her gift to you would be some kind of jewelry

A ring, a necklace, a bracelet, whatever you wear most often

It has both yours and Rosalie’s birth stones embedded in it

So cute

Emmett:

This man goes all out

He sets up an elaborate surprise party (with Alice’s help)

He would do one of those treasure hunt things for your birthday

It would start in your room when you wake up

A note would be on your dresser saying to go one place, that place would have another note to go somewhere else, you know what I mean

Along the way, all of these spots have a little present for you too

A small trinket, a gift card, just little stuff

It would end up with you in some random field where all of your friends and family are there waiting

He’s so proud of himself

And if you love it, then he’s even happier

His big gift to you would be something super expensive

Think a Mercedes

Esme:

She’s another party thrower

She’s super excited to be able to host a party after having a basically empty house for so long

Alice gets to help, of course

It would be incomplete without her

She spends the whole day baking and cooking for all of the guests

She invited so many people

All of your friends and family, along with any friends that the Cullen kids have made, and any coworkers that Carlisle wants

This is a full house

And she loves it

But she makes sure to never stray from your side for the whole night

The whole place is filled with your favorite everything

Food, music, cake, color, decorations, everything

Yes there was a dress code

Yes everyone had to wear your favorite color

Her gift would be something handmade

A shirt or a blanket or something like that

Something that took her literal months to make

Carlisle:

This guy is also a bit more on the lowkey side

He doesn’t want to throw a huge party

If that’s what you want, then he will gladly ask Alice for help

But if it was just left to him, it would be much more romantic

Reservations to the nicest restaurant in town, a romantic boat ride, and ending the night with just the two of you

If he was able to get the week off of work, then he doesn’t hesitate to take you to Isle Esme

Special occasions call for special destinations

His gift to you would be huge

Like I’m talking maybe even an island for yourself

Or a yacht

Or a jet

Whatever you choose

Vampire! Bella:

We know that she’s not a party person

But I feel like she is a birthday person

She was just a bit pissy about hers in the movies/books because she was getting older

But now it’s not a problem for her

She’s still not gonna be one to throw a huge party though

She keeps it small

Prefers to just stay home

Not really a gift-giving type

Don’t get me wrong though she does get you something

But think something handmade

Like a beaded bracelet or necklace that she made herself

It’s a lot more sentimental

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

The Current event makes me smile since it kind of confirms a headcanon I had that the Great Seven have animated movies based on them. Makes me wonder about the plot of the movies

Disney should get on the Twisted Wonderland AU Animated Remakes. What is Ursula was a good witch, what if Scar was right to take the throne and did he take it from Mufasa? (Or whoever is the stand in for him)

The Evil/Beautiful Queen...actually GOOD?

Yeah, it makes sense! Since the Great Seven are historical figures and the stuff of legends, surely there would be popular media made in their image. It’s like how the Disney fairy tales borrow from stories in the public domain or how there are historical retellings and reinventions (Hamilton, anyone?).

I believe TWST has mentioned films based on their own stories and history before too, but purely in the animated sense rather than live action. In book 3, Ace and one of the Atlantica Museum guards talk about an animated movie based on the tale of the mermaid princess and her prince; this movie is said to have come out ~30 years ago, which corresponds with Disney’s animated The Little Mermaid. Ace compliments the movie’s soundtrack too way to stroke your own ego, Disney/j.

Later on in Tapis Rouge, the characters discuss other films based on the Great Seven, including one Queen of Hearts movie. A Sea Witch movie is also mentioned; in it, she “goes gigantic” and also sings as she brews potions. The Octatrio quite enjoy this particular film.

(Side note: Another anon once suggested to me that people probably also write fanfics of Neige and Vil since they’re celebrities… Think like “My mom sold me to One Direction?!” Wattpad kinds of fics, but replace One Direction with Vil or something. You can read those post here!)

It’s… interesting this event specifically has Vil promoting a live action adaption of an in-universe animated film about the Beautiful Queen—an animated film which was the first full-color animated movie AND it originally released close to 90 years ago. They also reference the funding issues that Disney suffered while producing Snow White + inviting bank employees in to preview the movie to acquire more investments, stating that the studio that made the animated Beautiful Queen experienced the same. The in-game live action is even slated to come out “NEXT YEAR”. They’re not being subtle here with TWST’s references to their own version of the irl Disney Snow White (the live action is coming out in 2025, the OG is also almost 90 years old, etc.). I wonder if the EN server will actually get Tapis Rouge around the time of the irl release of Disney’s live action Snow White as part of a promotional campaign? 😂

UPDATE: There are even more not-so-subtle references to Disney animations in part 4 of the event, including discussion of cel animation, rotoscoping, adding blush to the characters, and how Disney brought in real animals/observed the “real thing” to help with animating similar scenes or subjects. They also cheekily say that most animation nowadays is CG 💀

I know some books under Disney publishing try to show alternate tellings or show the villains in a more sympathetic light, but I don’t know that they would ever commit to fully animating a film like that. It definitely would not happen in the style of traditional animation, Disney no longer seems well-equipped to handle that task 😔 I feel like it would also be pretty niche or might not get overwhelming positive reception with recent audience calls for “true bad guys” instead of twist or sympathetic villains (though I’m not sure what percentage of people watching Disney actually have this opinion).

I do wonder how those “AU” films would work though…? It wouldn’t be as simple as suddenly turning the G7 into “good guys”. The scenario and other characters would also have to drastically change. TWST doesn’t necessarily make the original “good guys” “bad” in a world where the villains are historical figures; we still hear plenty of positive or neutral stories about the achievements of the mermaid princess and other Disney heroes.

There are also times when the same story diverges into multiple separate stories that seemingly have no connection to one another. For example, there is a story where a princess marries a street rat (clearly referencing Aladdin) and they live happily ever after in spite of the difference in their social statuses. However, there simultaneously exists a story in which the Sorcerer of the Sands saves a princess from being deceived by a fake prince (also referencing Aladdin). The same goes for the mermaid princess (Ariel)—there is both a story referring to a “mermaid princess” who married a human prince and also a different story (clearly still pulled from the same film) about a mermaid who made a deal with the Sea Witch to find true love but broke her contract in the end.

Very cool idea, just not sure where it would lead or it it’s feasible or worth it monetarily for Disney.

[chaoticsomeone]

Heartrender!Reader x The Spiderverse Characters

Headcanon

(Im new a writing so i'm giving this a shot)

| Heartrenders have the ability to manipulate the body. They can snatch the air from your lungs, slow your pulse until you fall into a coma, or even literally crush your heart—all from a distance |

Seeing/when told that you put a villain into a coma

Miles, Miles 42, Gwen, Hobie, Pavitr, Miguel, Jessica, Lyla?

Miles Morales

Doesn't know whether or not he should be afraid or amazed. (Hes more amazed than afraid)

Immediately asks alot of questions

"So can you actually just murder someone in a second?"

"Can you hear/feel people's heartbeats?"

You told him yes to both of that questions and he just goes "That's amazing. How did you get your powers. I mean we spiderpeople get bit by spiders but what about you?"

"I'm born with it" you said smiling

More wows

He continues asking about it again but now 'scientifically'

(Miles x Gwen) Asks you if you can find out whether or not gwen likes him

(Romantic you x him) Asking you out buy bringing you to a science museum

(Platonic) He got tickets to a science museum for you and the crew

You showed him and the others that you can manipulate a heart on display to move

(Romantic) melts and heart speeding everytime you impress him even though he knows you can sense it

Miles Morales (Earth-42)

(Romantically) Fell in love with you the moment you walked into his dimension with the spidercrew even though he doesnt know anything about you

Think its cool that you're a heartrender

Asks you to slow down the other miles's pulse

He tells you he ships the other Miles and Gwen

Asks you to make them both blush and get a higher heart rate near each other

You both laugh together

Thinks you're the coolest person he has met when Hobie tells him how you put someone into a coma so easily

Asks you 2-3 questions but thats it

Will actually ask you politely to come with him on one patrol to help him put his enemies into a coma for a few months so he could take a leave and break

Gwen Stacy

First time you told her she asks you to knockout a villain just for jokes

When you actually did she was shocked and a little bit afraid

When you told her you 'accidentally' put them into a coma she was like "Wow"

(If platonic)Secretly annoyed that Jess didn't adopt her too because she wants to be your sister

(Romantic) Has a crush on you but is wary so that you dont detect her heart rate

Shes just listening closely to miles basically interviewing you

At one point asking you to help her at a science fair when shes teaming up with Miles to perform a trick on people

The trick being making them pass out for a second then bringing them back

Hobie Brown (Im sorry idk much abt him)

Says smth along the lines of "cool, try doing it to Pav and bring him back out of it"

After this he asks you to come to his universe to give the people he dislikes a heart attack.

A painful one

Proud of the science fair you and Miles did

Pavitr Prabhakar

Same reaction as Miles

Continues asking stuff with miles

Like "So you can actually know if someone has a crush on you?"

Becomes happy when you say yes

Asks you to come with him to meet Gayatri

At the end of the three of you meeting he asks you if you felt Gayatri or his heart beating up

Blushes and becomes giddy when you tell him both of them has a high heart rate near eachother

(Platonic)Eventually becomes best friends in crime and inseperable

(Romantic) both him and Gayatri became close with you and asks you to date them(?)

Miguel O'hara

Wary of you

Asks Lyla to watch over you during missions

Keeps a close eye of you to make sure you don't distrupt Cannon because you aren't a spiderman

When Jess recruited you he wasn't happy

Gave you a long speech when he learned that you put someone into a coma

Told you about dont do that or that or this when it is this that just to make sure you dont disturb cannon

Warms up to you eventually

Keeps you close to help him calm down sometimes

Jessica Drew

Recruited you even though you aren't a spider

Trained you to do combat outside of your powers

Genuinely adopts you

Looks out for you

Defends you against Miguel any day

You helped her name her daughter

You always is there to help her with her pregnancy by checking on the baby's heartbeat and all

If she has a health issue you are always the first she calls (everyone too tbh)

"That's my girl" when you put that one villain you and the others were fighting into a coma.

Lyla

Watches over you every second of everytime because of two things

Miguel or

Just pure curiosity of your powe4s

Reports back to miguel in an instant when you put the villain into a coma

Writes/keeps track of everything she knows about heartrenders

Interviews you with Miguel and Jessica every now and then to aks if you found or learnt anything new about heartrending

[quitealotofsodapop]

I thought about Huebei and thought of a couple of really cute ideas.

First and foremost, I can see archeology and paleantology being a special interest of hers even going into her adulthood. Girl wants to work on archeology dig sites and stuff and loves the museum. In Soft Boiled Wukong asks MK to help him out by taking her to a trip to a museum while he and the rest of the Noodle Gang set up a surprise party for her on the island the first time her birthday comes up after the monkey family met the group.

Second... and I don't really know WHY, but I can see her being a dancer. Maybe a ribbon dancer or something, but I think of her dancing gracefully as her tall, lanky teenage self and as her buffer adult self and think,'Yeah, that fits.' I can only assume it's the bit of Macaque's dad's influence that she likes performing. Goodness knows she didn't get it from Wukong! Although he can be just as artistic too and as someone who is artistic from an artistic family, I find that if an inheritance trait, even if my style of art is completely different from my siblings' preferred media. We all joke I'm the only one who can draw even tho all the rest of them can play music, something I frankly am terrible at no matter how much I practice altho that could be the stage fright speaking

Third, I can totally see her and Red being inseparable as babies. They were born not far apart in age and basically have similar powers to each other, whenever Uwkong needed a break he'd go to DBK for babysitting and vice versa up until their falling out and Wukong being forced to seal DBK away. It's for this reason I imagine she would like to sneak out to Uncle Bull's resting place just to be near him again. She knows her dad didn't really have a choice, but she misses Uncle Bull and Red. She makes sure Red never sees her or knows she's there when the Bull Family visit.

The first thing Wukong teaches her, besides how to control her lazer eyes, is the transformations. This was a bit of a necessity since, during the journey and shortly afterwards, Wukong would find himself in a situation where demons and celestials of all walks in life would try to sneak onto the island to search him and his cub out. While most were just curious, a few beings did not mean them well, but luckily for Wukong, they only ever searched for a monkey and his baby... they never searched for a sparrow or a tiger. Fresh from the Journey, visitors were the last things Wukong wanted to deal with!

Yuebei quickly starts to see MK as a sort of big brother figure, in spite if her jealousy that he of all beings got picked to be her father's heir and not her. It didn't matter to her that she had explicitly told her father once she never wanted to follow in his footsteps, that staff is her BIRTHRIGHT! Even so, the first time MK got hurt in front of her (Calabash episode actually) she near lost her shit.

Haha! I do love having Yuebei be interested in bone-based sciences due to her literary association with bones. She was def a "dinosaur-kid" who would run up and down beaches, digging up little shell fossils to bring home and show to her baba. Wukong isn't 100% sure what a trilobite is, but his cub is super excited to explain them to him when she found a weird fossilized pillbug. Wukong just loves that his babygirl has such a passionate interest in the world.

As Yuebei gets older, she goes through phases of hyperfixating on different archaeological eras and cultures. As someone who has an ornament cabinet full of Egyptian god statues from one such phase, I can imagine a few sections of the Stone Palace treasury has been organized so Yuebei can display her interests.

I can imagine (even pre-series) Tang running into Yuebei at the museum, the little glamoured demon just fascinated by a display/diorama on Tang-era trade routes. The scholar thinks its the cutest thing ever! The two become sort of nerd buddies once Yuebei warms up to the Noodle Gang.

And ooo ribbon dancer Yuebei!!

I have watched some performances, and many of the dancers are buff af.

I can see Wukong struggling to find a creative or physical outlet his daughter would enjoy, only to turn around to find the cub dancing with a stray phoenix feather. He sighs, knowing that the theatrical spirit of Macaque has lived on in some way. Heavens know Yuebei is far more confident on stage than Wukong will ever be!

Yuebei and Red Son were def tight as cousins well up until Bull got imprisoned, and they still have an "older sibling, younger sister" relationship in the modern day. PIF and Red never held Wukong's actions against his child, and if the little rebel liked to visit her auntie and cousin without her baba's permission, then they would accommodate her.

I love the idea of Wukong training his daughter some key powers, like the transformations. Yuebei's different transformations tend to be dark furred/scaled/feathered with little red-orange flecks. Almost like a certain Macaque's... one thing she has trouble changing is the age of the animal she turns into. She's almost always a juvenile of the species no matter how hard she tries.

Yuebei, showing off: "Watch this! I can turn into a tiger!" MK, excited: "Sweet!" Yuebei: (*transforms into a tiger cub*) MK, wondering if that was intentional: "Umm..." Yuebei, furious: "Not. A. Word."

And ofc the baby girl had a problem with her lazer eyes shooting off whenever she had a tantrum - so Wukong had to devise a way to help her control those early on. Welding goggles and sunglasses help a lot on his end, but Guanyin also helped teach younger Yuebei meditation techniques so she could calm down in the moment and avoid triggering a shot.

In the end, even if Yuebei naturally developed a lot of her baba's powers, she sort of resents that MK was chosen as his successor and not her. But she also *knows* it killed her baba to give the Nüwa-made cub up to give him a "normal" life. A life that she couldn't have...

She wants MK to realise his responsibility and not waste it. But also wants to be a kid like he does. The two have to work together to make a balance.

[mocolococoffeesimp]

Ahem... I was bored, and I decided to do general dating headcanons for Cora. Soooo, here. (Not sure, which banner to use, so have both.)

-Dating Cora is pretty lowkey, she doesn't make a hassle of stuff, usually just going with the flow. She is the definition of chill and relaxed. She usually prefers chill dates, like going to museums, arcades and cafes to name a few. The rare times she does want to go out to more “wild dates”, it usually is at a local arcade or a restaurant date. Even then the restaurant date is usually a hamburger joint.

-Speaking off food, she loves a good hamburger. The combination of hamburger and milkshake is what she gets on her cheat day. The cheat day is usually biweekly. Sometimes she does slip up a little bit on it, getting some other fast food on some days. She will share her food with you, if you ask for it. Begrudging it be.

-She tries to jog to stay in shape. She usually manages to do her daily jog. But, sometimes she just can't be bothered about it. She will just take the lazy way to work or just lay on the couch. She will try to motivate herself to go to the jog, by inviting you with her. She would get to hangout with you and get her daily steps. A win-win situation for both of you.

-She likes her job at the bookstore, but she will jump at any chance to slack off. Usually the bookstore is quiet, but whenever you drop by she will take her break right that moment. Any distraction from work is welcome. She will show you some memes and funny clips she had seen earlier. She just wants to share her interests with you. Despite her working at a bookstore, she mainly reads and focuses on manga. She can give out hints on actual books, but her specialty does lie in mangas. Getting her a manga as a gift is always a solid pick.

-She isn't the most fashionable person to exist. Usually she goes for something comfortable and practical. But, she can dress up properly. It's just rare. Her metaverse form is her desire to be confident with herself letting her voice out, being the center of attention for once. She does like to be left by herself, but she does want to feel valued and seen. Sometimes she just needs to hear she looks good and has done well.

-She does struggle with her confidence. Not with her looks, she does think she looks damn good. But, it's more of her abilities. She would like to do art for a living, but she doesn't feel like her skills are good enough. This extends to other things too, such as cooking or even just messing something small up. She has a tendency to worry over old and future stuff. She will go over and over it in her head, wondering how she should've done it. She also suffers from a minor inferiority complex. To her it feels like everyone is better than her at stuff she has an interest in. In those times, she needs reassurance she is good enough.

-She occasionally thinks she isn't good enough for you. She will appear as normal, but her general vibe is more somber. She will deny it, saying everything is alright. You'll have to ask a couple times about it, but she will soon enough let her walls down around you.

-As a foreigner living in Japan, she likes to taste Japanese foods and sweets. She is also a huge fan of shrines, something about their mysterious vibes just spoke to her. She knew when there weren't a lot of people, so she would bring you there on your dates. Just chilling and walking mostly.

-Her sleeping schedule is a mess. She works normal hours, but she spends her free time doing anything but sleeping. Gaming, binge watching, she prefers to max out her freetime as it is. She will drag you there to watch some anime with her. And, she will challenge you to play some games. She won't show mercy, just because you're dating. Distracting her with kisses is fair game, she will be mad about losing the game, but she will let it slide.

-Cora is a clingy sleeper, so she will be holding tight onto you whenever you two are sleeping together. If you don't like it, she will take her plushie and hold it in her arms instead. It will usually have landed on the floor by the morning.

[fanficfish]

hetalia: my hc on nations and personalities

...beyond the stereotypes!

okay okay hear me out okay hc brainrot midnight time im jacked on caffeine and the night is young aight

so lets get this straight: so first off i imagine the nations are like 96% "stereotypes of ttheir nation" (e.g. the more people think or are americans that digest too many burgers, to more likely it is America himself eats attrocious amounts of burgers. The more people say Germans are swrious, the more likely Germany is a serious dude. etc. the normal stuff we all know off.)

but the other 4%? That's the nation's "person" side, seperate from their "nation" side. It varies a little depending on country ofc but that's prob the average.

E.g. hungary and austria "divorced" but they clearly care for each other. They can't be together for literal reasons but the non-nations parts of them wouldn't mind at all.

prussia is knwon aa a great warrior so that's what he is. But his non-nation half has self doubts and the need to keep an eye on his family. Like llease, Prussia how did you know what Austria wears and eats??? I get a feeling this wasn't in the mdidle of WW2, probabky right before if i had to geuss. Austria wouldn't have moved in with Germany and by exention aprussia yet....and he waa following the dude....prussia is an overprotective helicopter parent of an older brother, canon.

France and his distaste for technology. Exhibit A: french music was consistantly the one doing the weird innovative stuff in my music history class when it wasn't Schoenberg. Besides that, i could see France not liking tech as much due to being literally a thousand. Heck, i'm pretty sure half the old nations are a bit iffy about it just because "wdym now i can't just didappear lff the grid without anyone getting cocnerned and i need passports and phones and shit?" Except maybe Denmark, China, and Japan. Those three are 100% ipad kids in old men bodies.

iceland oozes gen z. enough said. The man might be obsessed with finding tourists and his northern lights and his weird museums but the thing where his beothers are throwing plates at his door and he's like "hell noooo"? The one where he's going off to make friends over ding-dong soup with the ASEAN dudes? That's allll Iceland, the person. Far as i could find there os no iceland-malaysia embassy and closest it got was relations with indonesia. (I highly recommend checking out the iceland-diplomatics-relations wiki page. There's a very interesting factoid under the list for Asian countries i think many of you will be interested in.....but per my own doctrine, this is a Hetalia hc post and not a Politica post.)

america and his animals. That goes for estonia too. Americans are no adopting whales and aliens as pets (well maybe the donate-and-save-an-animal program but we aint keep them in the house) and i doubt estonians keep talking mochi they found randomly in a disty corner. I'm fairly certain most Eatonians don't hell "latviaaaaaa!!!!" When things go wrong either.

austria getting lost is just a him thing. That's not normal for austrians, music part is very much influenced by his people. His preference to chopin might be him though since Salzburg is in Austria and that's Mozartland. Also, Chopin is Polish.

I won't even start with the clusterfuck called Russia but Japan daydreaming about Switzerland? Yeah that was Japan's non-nation side getting really weird. Japan understandably was just as confused himswlf considering for the most part he has no prpblems being a "stereotypical japanese dude".

need i mention Italy, who has a huge crush on Germany m/hre despite him literally changing in basically everything (because that's the natire of a nation), and just likes the guy as long as he exists?

I also choose to believe Sweden can grow a beard if he really followed the stereotype (no seriously. Why os the image i get of Sweedish guys just dudes with beards? Someone has a really nice sweden somewhere ln this site where he has a lovely beard and it just makes him look like the embodiment of sweeden, no questions asked). But he doesn't like it, which fair o imagine beards aren't fun when stiff gets stick in them or whatever, so he just shaves or leaves some stubble. Def not cuz Asians and beards is just not really a thing so Hima prob just didn't draw beyond the stubble.

Latvia being a secret brainiac that plays mental chess against himself while doing other stuff, all hidden under an alcoholic who can't get rid of his past. Pretty sure his blabbermouth thie is his own personality. I did see somewhere that there's a steretype that Latvians have six toes and i kinda wanna just believe Latvia got that one too cuz why not!

theres others im sure but yeah. Those are the knes i came up with and im gonna sleep now bye lmk what you think

[chishiyashoodie]

can you write some hc of chishiya and reader’s first date ? 🥺

Sure! Haven’t written anything like this in weeks so bear with me. Also, I’m not taking requests, but thought this was a cute concept! so thank you for requesting it <3

Headcanons of Chishiya’s and readers first date

+ pairing: ooc!Chishiya x reader +

+ warnings: none!

+ word count: 3400ish +

+ author’s note: I got a bit carried away and I wrote two first dates hehe. I think it’s kinda sweet but idk if I’m happy with it. Very quick proofread so sorry for any mistakes <3 This can take place before or after the borderland +

-So you guys meet after work one day to go through some work related stuff

-You go to a Japanese barbecue restaurant

-After you are done eating, he asks if you’d like to meet tomorrow again just to hang out

-“So a date?” you ask him

-“No, not a date”

-“Hmm” you say giving him a suspicious look “Pick me up at 12pm”

-Date-no date day is here and you are super nervous but you don’t get why because first: it’s definitely not a date and second you’ve known him for a long time

-He decides to take you to an exhibition at the Tokyo Metropolitan Art Museum

-You wonder how he knows you like that kind of stuff

-After you guys are done with the exhibition, he takes you to a small food stand inside the museum

-“Are you hungry?” He asks

-“No, I’m good” you say with a smile

-You sit down to wait for him to get his food and he brings you a matcha lather, which you love, and you ask him how does he know you like it

-“I’ve noticed you have this every morning at work when you start your shift”

-So he’s been observing you, which you find kinda sweet, because everything is in the little details

-After the museum date hang out, you walk to a nearby park and lay down under a tree

-You feel so comfortable and peaceful that time goes by so quickly

-“I like this” you say “but I’d rather it was nighttime so we could be looking at the stars. Don’t get me wrong, I love blue skies but stars make me curious because they are there, so close yet so far”

-He’s just looking at you with heart eyes and a soft smile

-“Maybe we could do this again tomorrow?” he suggests. “But when it’s dark so you can see them?”

-“Sure”

-Looking at the stars with him is definitely not something you’d think ever happen.

-The next day you guys meet up at the park.

-This time he brings a blanket for you guys to lay on.

-Before you realise it your head is on his chest

-You start talking about constellations and even though he has no idea what you are talking about, he’s following every word you say.

-When it’s time to go, he walks you home and you invite him in.

-You prepare some tea for the both of you and start talking about life

-“It’s so weird, I can talk to you about anything and I know you’ll just listen” you say

-“Likewise” he says before asking you. “So do you have a boyfriend?”

-“Hmm no?”

-He hums

-“I do not have a bf, sorry your question caught me by surprise” you say staring at his face without realising

-“I don’t have a girlfriend”

-“I’d be worried if you did and you were here with me, tbh”

-He raises his eyebrows at you, after all, this isn’t a date either so why would it matter, right?

-“So how come you are single? You are pretty cute” you admit, before slightly chocking on your tea at the realisation of what you just said

-“I’m cute?”

-He’s staring at you so much at this point he could literally get you to tell him your biggest secrets

-“Super cute if I may admit”

-For the next few minutes it’s just silence and awkwardness. You just told Chishiya he’s cute and by the looks of it, it seems like he thinks you are cute too

-“It’s time for me to go. I have an early shift tomorrow” he finally says

-By now you are inches away from each other like a magnet pulled you

-“Do you really have to go? I mean, I have a spare room, you can sleep here”

-He raises his eyebrows at your forwardness, not that you mean it for him to stay and sleep with you

-You can feel each other’s breaths and your lips are touching

-“Sure, I’ll stay”

[chiiyuuvv]

Hellooo could you do a xikers first date imagine :0

• PAIRING — xikers x gn reader (idk if i used she)

• GENRE — nervous xikers, fluff, kissing on cheeks since its the first date, honestly could have been written better, yeah.

• WORD COUNT — 663

• AUTHOR'S NOTE — ty for requesting!! (Lowkey wanna write minjae)

• TAGLIST — @hyunukitty , @lil-elle

MASTERLIST! – JOIN THE TAGLIST!

MINJAE ☆

Spent the whole day before the day cleaning up the dorm, and kicking the boys out

Makes sure youre all comfy and safe on the couch surrounded by blankets and pillows and stuff animals as he spoils you with sweet

Starts a speech about how happy he is about you being with him, but stops when you throw a popcorn at him

His arm is wrapped around you the ENTIRE time, your head on his shoulder

And you fall asleep, waking up when the boys start teasing you ♡

JUNMIN ☆

Junmin wanted to take you to the beach

You were complaining about how hot it was and he was like "oh yeah me too." And just casually takes off his shirt

You got even hotter <3

Arms wrapped around your waist as he drags you to the water

Throws water at you, even though you told him not too <3 ♡

SUMIN ☆

Sumin invites you to the mall!!

Going to each shop, trying on clothes or showing it to the other

Wants to hold your hand so bad but is scared

You found this pair of shoes that you really like but you've ran out of money, so sumin insists that he can pay for it

In return, you gotta go on another date with him ♡

JINSIK ☆

Study date because exam season is coming up

But you werent studying your text books, you were studying each other's face

Jinsik tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, scooting his chair closer to yours

He'd try to show you some random pencil magic tricks

Stops when you kiss his cheek ♡

HYUNWOO ☆

Prepared you food that his mom helped him with for his picnic

Very nervous because he doesnt think his cooking skills are the best, but he still put his whole heart into it

Almost melts when you tell him how good the food is

After your done, you look up at the stars, pointing out anything interesting you've seen

Gets up randomly to give you a forehead kiss, looking away when you look at him ♡

JUNGHOON ☆

Junghoon didnt have anything planned, he just wanted to have some alone time with you

Little unsure because it wasnt the best date ever, but you still made the most out of it

Telling you to shut your eyes so he can pluck some flowers out of a bush and hands it to you with a blush

Ends up giving you his icecream when you accidentally drops it on the ground

Walks you home, your hands brushing against each other when he finally finds some courage and decides to hold it ♡

SEEUN ☆

Going to the museum because its been a long time since you last went

Taking pictures of you mimicking the statues and paintings, your biggest hype man

Stops at statues/paintings to giggle about the.. parts.. that were there

Wraps an arm around your shoulder because he can

Stops at the gift shop to buy you a necklace ♡

YUJUN ☆

Arcade date with yujun!!

Jumping around with happiness when you get your tokens

Wants to play every game with you

You make a bet, whoever loses has to pay for dinner

But he still pays, even if you lose ♡

HUNTER ☆

Hunter likes steak, and texas barbecue, so why not take you to a steakhouse

Kinda insecure because is this a good first date?? Would you like it??

But when you say you love steak too, he feels reassured

You were talking when you had some barbecue on the side of your mouth, hunter unconsciously wiping it off for you

But goes red when he realizes, quickly looking down with a shy smile. "This is so good right!!" ♡

YECHAN ☆

Takes you to an amusement park

Offers to pay everything when you keep saying no

Feeding each other churro sticks <3

Hyping each other when you decide to go on a scary rollercoaster

And keeps saying how cute you are when you put on different headbands at the gift shop ♡

[oliverreedmasterass]

Synopsis: Greta Van Fleet stumble across a demonic possession and, of course, end up making things like 20x worse

Words: 5.2k

Warnings: I mean, this is based on the Exorcist, so demons and v*mit and really, really coarse language

Notes: This one goes out to @jmkho for her birthday!!! I hope you're having a great day, hun!

The members of Greta Van Fleet were in Washington DC for a few days before their Starcatcher concert at the Capital One Arena. Since they had some time to kill, they were given the green light to explore around the area, take in the sights, and, most importantly, stay out of trouble. That last point was drilled into their heads by their manager but, with wide smiles, they assured him that they were going to spend time checking out the Smithsonian, seeing all the monuments, and, of course, finding a good brewery to relax at. And they stuck to their promise. Well, at least for the first two hours of their day off. 

Sam was adamant that they go to the Air and Space museum since Jake got to do his not-so-innocent photoshoot with the Washington Monument. Josh promised Sam they would go soon, but first he wanted to check out their AirBnB. 

“Josh,” Danny stared at his bandmate. “Why the hell did you book an AirBnB? We’re already staying at a hotel.” 

“It was a dream of mine to attend Georgetown,” Josh eagerly explained. 

“It literally wasn’t,” Jake retorted. Josh shushed him. 

“I wanted to get a place for us to enjoy, living the life I never got to have. It’s a nice and quaint spot on the edge of campus, surrounded by students and professors. It’s gonna be great, trust me.” 

“It’s a waste of money, is what it is,” Danny huffed, but that was the extent of the fuss he would make over what Josh chose to do with his income. 

“I’m setting a timer on my phone,” Sam announced. “If this takes us more than an hour, you owe me something from the Air and Space museum gift shop.” 

“Fine,” Josh shrugged. He knew Sam would want one of the NASA space shuttle models, which was like $30 tops. Hell, he’d get Sam some space food too if the kid really wanted it. 

They weren’t too far away from the place, so they quickly made their way out of the touristy area to the Georgetown campus, which was overrun with people around their age, hustling to class with their oversized backpacks and tall travel mugs of coffee. 

Josh stopped them in front of a two story brick house with white trim that extended impressively high. Jake took in the sight and let out a whistle. 

“The big bad wolf isn’t bringing this house down, that’s for sure.” 

“It’s a brick…house,” Danny jokingly sang. 

Josh rolled his eyes and led the way up to the front porch. 

“I read on the website that this house has been haunted in the past. I figured we could hang around ghosts again to get some good songwriting sessions in.” 

“That’s why you got this place?” Jake frowned. He was kind of fed up with ghosts after they had messed with his equipment at their previous cabin outing. 

“We literally just released a new album, Josh,” Sam pitched his voice up into an annoying whine that only younger siblings can perfect. “Can’t we just enjoy some time off doing normal tourist stuff like, I don’t know, going to the Air and Space museum?” 

“I’m a little bit worried about spending so much time in these haunted places,” Danny chipped in his two cents. “I feel like one of these days it’s not gonna end well for us.” 

“And see?” Josh had his arms crossed. “This is why I didn’t want to tell you guys why I rented this place. I knew you were all gonna be party poopers over it.” Jake opened his mouth to protest, but Josh continued to talk. “I’m doing this for us to grow as a band, to really expand our horizons. Sure, we already have a double album nearly done, but what are we gonna do after that? You said it yourself, Jake, we need to be at the top.” 

“You’re taking that quote out of context,” Jake frowned. “I told you that at the movie theater. I wanted to be in the back row to see Barbie.” 

“Just accept that I’m right,” Josh looked at his band members. He turned to face the front door and his face brightened in excitement. “See?” he whirled back around to face them, jutting a thumb over his shoulder. “The door is wide open. The ghosts are welcoming us in. I feel really good about this.” 

“Why in the everloving hell would you feel good about that?” Sam sputtered out. “Oh, he’s already inside,” Sam grumbled, watching as Josh jumped inside the house. “How are we related to that guy?” Sam turned back to ask. 

“Don’t look at me,” Danny held up his hands. 

“We have to go in after him, don’t we?” Jake checked in, standing on his toes to try and peek inside the house. For what it was worth, it did look relatively normal inside. Sam checked the timer on his phone and tsked. 

“Only seven minutes away from me getting my Air and Space on.” 

“I’m literally gonna whoop your ass the next time you bring up the Air and Space museum,” Jake grumbled under his breath. Danny put his hands on the backs of Sam and Jake and gave them a guiding push in through the open door. 

“Let’s grab Josh and get the hell out of here,” he instructed. 

They quickly found Josh standing at the foot of the staircase in the main landing. His hands were on his hips and he beamed at the space around him while Danny, Sam, and Jake scrunched their noses. The place looked tacky as hell, like it hadn’t been updated since the 1970s. Everything had a mustard-colored theme to it. 

“Isn’t this place great?” Josh greeted them, wiggling his eyebrows to encourage them to shower him in praise. Sam opened his mouth to tell Josh that he was six minutes away from owing him something from the gift shop when a low, guttural moan sounded from upstairs. “The ghosts are here!” Josh clapped in glee. Jake, Sam, and Danny were all pale. 

“Let’s get out of here,” Jake said, tugging on Josh’s arm, trying with all his might to communicate to his twin telepathically that he had nearly pissed himself. 

“Please, Josh,” Danny tried, “I don’t think the ghosts here are nice.” 

“YOUR MOTHER SUCKS COCK IN HELL,” a muffled demonic voice hollered above them. The four men looked around at each other, their faces white. A few beats of silence hung in the air and then they broke down into fits of laughter. 

“Maybe I do want to stick around,” Sam gasped for air, wiping tears from his eyes. 

“I could take some notes from this guy on profanity,” Jake agreed, nodding emphatically. Even Danny seemed to be growing more fond of the idea of sticking around. 

“The timing of that was perfect,” he marveled. 

Josh was radiating with delight. He knew his bandmates would warm up to his exceptional idea. He could feel a really productive writing session coming on - it was practically inevitable. 

“What do you say we go upstairs and meet this goofy ghost then, huh?” he asked around. Everyone was on board, so they booked it up the grand stairwell. Sam pushed ahead of Josh to be the first to the top, and skidded to a halt so his band members ran into his back. 

“If I had to guess,” Sam started, grasping onto the wall to keep upright, “I would say the ghost is in there.” 

He pointed at the door in front of them, which was rattling and knocking around with smoke pouring from the bottom. They all stared at the supernatural sight and then shrugged. The ghost at the cabin where they wrote Anthem of the Peaceful Army enjoyed chucking Jake’s guitars around - they had seen a lot worse. 

“I read a book about interacting with ghosts recently,” Josh shared with his band. “It’s vital to state your name and intent. Open communication is the key to building an amicable relationship with a spirit.” 

He put his hand on the doorknob and started to turn it. 

“Oh wow,” he stopped for a moment to comment. “This is cold as hell.” 

Without giving it even a second of thought, Jake leaned forward and licked the doorknob. 

“Now why the fuck did you do that?” Danny scolded him. 

“A fu,” Jake called out. “Mah tun ih uck.” 

It was awkward as anything, but Josh managed to turn the doorknob while Jake’s tongue was still attached to it. Jake led the way into the room, waddling in on his knees, and they were greeted by two priests and a ghastly looking young girl. Her face looked like she had shoved it in a blender. 

“Oh,” Josh broke the stunned silence. “I didn’t realize this was a hostel. I thought this was a private booking.” 

“Hi, I’m Sam,” Sam lifted a casual hand, remembering Josh’s advice. “I am here to say hi to a goofy ghost.” 

“I am Pazuzu, king of the demons of the wind and son of the mighty and powerful god, Hanbi. I will fuck your shit up,” the young girl boomed in a startlingly deep voice.  

“I on’t ike is, guys,” Jake sputtered out from his spot glued to the door. The demon studied Jake and let a sly grin curl across the girl’s lips. 

“Well look at this fucking idiot,” the demon howled with laughter. 

“I m’naw uhn idiot,” Jake attempted to protest. 

“You need to get out of here,” the younger priest looked at the men in worry. “It isn’t safe for you.” 

“No shit, Sherlock,” Sam stated. “Your demon is levitating.” 

They spun around to find the girl lifting from her covers and shakily ascending towards the ceiling. While this was happening, Danny sprung to action and grabbed Jake’s torso, desperately pulling at him to detach his tongue from the door knob. Jake hollered out in pain. 

“I ‘an ‘eel eye aste uds eeling off!” 

“Jake, shut up,” Danny grunted out. He looked up for a second and cursed to himself when he saw the demon staring at them in interest. Whatever was going to happen next, he knew it was going to be bad. Danny was totally right. The demon came limply hurtling across the room and knocked into him and Jake, causing the three to tumble out the room and down the staircase. 

“I’M FREEEEEEEE!” Jake called as he tossed and tumbled down the carpeted staircase, even doing a flip midair about halfway down. Danny landed first with a soft “ow,” and Jake and the demon conveniently landed on top of him. “Thanks for breaking my fall, bud,” Jake patted him on the head. 

“Please get off of me,” Danny wheezed. Jake hurried to his feet and then clutched at his head. 

“Agh,” he groaned out. 

“Are you guys okay?” Sam called from the top of the staircase. He wanted to make sure it was an emergency first if he had to exert himself and go down the stairs. 

“My head hurts like a bitch,” Jake complained. 

“You must have gotten a concussion,” Danny tried to be the voice of reason. As he was falling down the stairs, he had caught Jake’s head knocking around like a crash test dummy a few times. It would be a miracle if the guy remembered his own name. Danny gazed to his left and then jumped with a scream when he realized that the demon was standing with them, as if they were just hanging out. 

“That was fun, let’s do it again,” the demon conversed in its deep voice. 

“We need to get her back upstairs to her bed!” one of the priests called down to them. Like Sam, he was in no rush to make the trek down to the first floor before he had to. 

“What are we supposed to do about that?” Danny yelled back up. He was getting really fed up with the situation Josh had put them in. Where had that fucker gone anyways? 

A loud crash came from the girl’s bedroom, and Sam and the priests ran back to address it. The demon started to sprint upstairs as well, and Danny instinctually ran after it, leaving Jake standing on his own in a daze. 

When Danny made it back to the bedroom, he gaped at the scene in front of him. Like the demon had done minutes earlier, Josh was now levitating in the middle of the room, his eyes gently shut and his arms spread out in the Jesus position. 

“Oh gosh!” the older priest exclaimed. “Pazuzu got him too!” 

Josh opened one of his eyes and peeked down at his audience, who were all gawking at him. He flashed his pearly whites and gave a small wave with a chuckle, causing the older priest to faint. 

“Turns out if I meditate hard enough, I can levitate too!” Josh caught everyone up to speed. “I think I might have reached nirvana.” 

“What the fuck?” Danny and Pazuzu both murmured. Then, they turned to each other. 

“He’s not a demon?” Pazuzu checked with Danny. 

“Not that I’m aware of,” Danny responded. “Though it wouldn’t surprise me,” he added as an afterthought. “You’re not doing this?” 

“What would I get out of doing this?” Pazuzu arched an eyebrow. 

“Yah!” The younger priest called out as he snuck up behind Pazuzu and threw some holy water.  The demon arched its back and let out a rumbling howl, causing Josh to snap out of his nirvana and drop back down to the bed with a hard thump. Danny and Sam groaned in disgust as the demon unleashed a cannon of vomit onto the priest, staining his entire front green. The priest looked down, choked on a sob of horror, and tore for the window, where he proceeded to fall down an impressive flight of stairs. Josh sat up from his spot on the bed and grimaced. 

“Do you think he’s okay?” 

Sam gave Josh a blank stare. 

“What do you think, genius?” 

“Yes?” Josh sounded hopeful. 

Suddenly, Jake stomped into the room. 

“WHICH ONE O’ YE FUCKERS PUSHED ME OLD ASS DOWN THEM STAIRS?” he bellowed. Everyone did a double take. 

“Is that Oliver Reed?” Sam whispered to Danny in confusion. Danny pursed his lips and nodded his head. Oliver Reed always knew to come out at the worst time possible. 

“I don’t believe it,” Pazuzu breathed out. “The spirit of Oliver Reed possessed that fleshly form? This house ain’t big enough for two demons.” 

“Kiss me ass, yew fuckface!” Oliver Reed snarled at the demon. 

For some reason, The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly theme started to play, and Oliver Reed and Pazuzu got into dueling position, curling their hands and staring each other down. Danny, Sam, and Josh stood in a line off to the side, watching in horror. Oliver Reed was a terror to behold, but it was iffy if he could really stand a chance against a demon as powerful as Pazuzu. 

“Fuck yourself with a knife, you pathetic virgin,” Pazuzu got the first blow in. 

“Virgin? VIRGIN? HA! I fucked yer mom and yer dad last night,” Oliver Reed cackled. “I put my cigar out on yer dad’s forehead and he loved it.” 

That seemed to slow Pazuzu down, but after they collected themself, they took a step closer to Oliver Reed. 

“You prideful bastard, you son of a whore, your cock is the size of a maggot.” 

“My lovers tell me they eat fresh because, like Subway, me cock’s a footlong,” Oliver Reed retorted. That one earned a snort from Danny, but Pazuzu and Oliver Reed were too in the zone to notice. 

“I’ll shove my foot up your ass to hear you squeal like a pig,” Pazuzu countered. 

“That’s what I told yer mom last night,” Oliver Reed lowered his sunglasses to give Pazuzu an icy stare. 

“I think Oliver Reed is winning,” Josh whispered to Danny and Sam. They both absently nodded. 

“My mother is dead,” Pazuzu sounded more defensive than heated. 

“I don’t discriminate,” Oliver Reed shrugged. 

“Jesus Christ,” Pazuzu breathed out in horror, and then clutched their chest in pain from uttering the holy name. Oliver Reed barked out in laughter and grabbed a bottle of beer from out of nowhere. Pazuzu watched as Oliver Reed removed the bottle cap with his teeth and then spit it out the window. Off in the distance, the younger priest called out in pain from the bottom of the staircase, where a bottle cap had mysteriously appeared and hit him square in the forehead. 

“Yew want to keep going? I could do this all day,” Oliver Reed asked Pazuzu. While Pazuzu considered the offer, Oliver Reed proceeded to down his entire 40oz beer. 

“Chug! Chug! Chug!” Sam, Danny, and Josh chanted in the background, out of habit. 

“The pen is mightier than the sword, I’ll give you that,” Pazuzu replied. 

“I thought it was ‘the penis mightier than the sword,’” Oliver Reed sounded confused. “Doesn’t ‘at make more sense?” 

“What I’m trying to say is we had our fun talking,” Pazuzu ignored Oliver Reed. “But I need to get back to business.” 

Oliver Reed hollered in shock when an invisible force sent him flying across the room, hitting the wall and dropping to the floor. Pazuzu curled their blue and scabby hands into tight fists and hovered over to Oliver Reed, who was gathering himself 

“Yew asshat,” Oliver Reed fumed at the demon. “Yew made me drop me beer.” 

“The bottle was empty,” Pazuzu sounded confused. 

“It’s the principle, mate! The principle!” Oliver Reed protested. With a rage-filled cry, Oliver Reed lurched forward and tackled Pazuzu to the ground, pinning them to the floor with a tremendous amount of strength. From the floor, Pazuzu’s head started to turn in a complete 360, which made Oliver Reed scream out, “BLEGH! OWL DEMON! I HATE BIRDS!” and gave Pazuzu the opportunity to break free from his grasp. Oliver Reed attempted to regain control of the situation and pin Pazuzu back down, but they were already back to their feet, sending the bed frame at Oliver Reed with their mind. Oliver Reed drunkenly stumbled out of the way, just barely missing being squashed by the wooden structure, and hurled his empty bottle at Pazuzu, hitting them square in the forehead. In retaliation, Pazuzu sent a dresser in Oliver Reed’s direction, forcing him up against the wall. 

Across the room, chimes started to ring from Sam’s phone. 

“Would you look at that?” Sam said over the commotion. “The hour is up. Josh, you owe me something from the gift shop. Can we go now?”

“Sam, I think Jake is in the middle of something right now,” Danny spoke up. “Oh,”  Danny said in surprise. “He’s already gone.” 

Sam made his way down the stairs and let himself out the opened front door, walking with a pep in his step in the direction of the Air and Space museum. He was going to learn about the Wright Brothers and NASA and go inside a real cockpit. And then Josh was going to buy him a model space shuttle from the gift shop. It was going to be absolutely awesome. 

Back in the bedroom, Oliver Reed was threatening Pazuzu with a sword that he had managed to find somewhere. Danny and Josh cowered in fear, hiding behind a rocking chair as Oliver Reed swung the sword around his head like a helicopter blade, tearing and slashing through the air while hollering at Pazuzu that he was going to “shove this pointy thing where the sun don’t shine.” 

“We have to do something before Jake accidentally shanks himself,” Danny whispered to Josh. Josh nodded. Jake’s wrists were too flimsy to be handling that sword in the way he was. 

“We need to do an exorcism,” he told Danny under his breath. “On both of them.” 

“I don’t know how to do an exorcism, Josh,” Danny replied in a panic. 

“You just throw water at them and yell stuff in latin,” Josh said, like it was nothing. He grabbed a bottle of holy water left discarded on the floor in front of them and tucked it into Danny’s trembling hands. “Go and get ‘em, tiger.” 

“I don’t want to,” Danny’s voice cracked, but Josh pushed him out in front of Oliver Reed and Pazuzu. Oliver Reed stopped swinging his sword around and Pazuzu, likewise, turned to face Danny. Danny looked white as a sheet and he made a few choking noises, but then snapped into action. “CARPE DIEM!” Danny’s voice rose. Pazuzu and Oliver Reed exchanged a confused glance. “E PLURIBUS UNUM!” Danny continued as he forced the lid off the bottle of holy water and tossed it in the demons’ direction, missing them both entirely. 

“What the fuck is happening?” Pazuzu asked the room. 

“Hell if I should know,” Oliver Reed shrugged. 

“ET CETERA!” Danny tried again. 

From behind the rocking chair, Josh’s face lit up. 

“Oh wait,” he said to himself. “I do know how to do an exorcism. I made a movie about it in high school.” 

With a newfound confidence, Josh sprung to his feet, hurried to Danny’s side, and grabbed the bottle of holy water from him. 

“I’ll take it from here,” Josh assured Danny. 

“I fucking hate you, you know that?” Danny hissed back. 

Josh squared up to face the demons and cleared his throat. “My name is Josh Kiszka and I am here to send your asses back downstairs.” 

“Like your UPS delivery lookin 'ass could do that,” Pazuzu chirped. 

“Oh, you got roasted,” Jake broke free from Oliver Reed’s control for a second to cackle. 

Josh got into an exorcist stance and began to chant lines of latin that obviously had an effect on Pazuzu and Oliver Reed. 

“What the fuck?” Danny called out in shock. Josh being fluent in latin was definitely not on his bingo card. Then, he got angry. “Why the hell did you make me go out there first?” 

“Yew wanker!” Oliver Reed howled in pain as Josh continued the exorcism. “Aye don’t want to go back down there, Margaret Thatcher is mean to me!” 

Across town, Sam was at the Air and Space museum, but he was bummed out. It wasn’t the same without his bandmates. In fact, it was boring walking around and looking at the displays without Jake and Josh fighting in the background while Danny tried to break them up. Sam let out a sigh of defeat and headed for the front entrance. 

“I guess I’ll go back to the haunted house.” 

Back at the house, Pazuzu and Oliver Reed were both curled up on the floor, moaning and writhing as Josh recited his lines with a firm and powerful voice, the latin echoing around the room. Danny was standing beside Josh now, feeling safe enough to come out from his hiding spot, and watched as the two demons pleaded for Josh to stop.  

“I think it’s going well,” Josh took a break to tell Danny. At that moment, Sam plodded back into the room, his shoes mysteriously gone, and opened his arms up to everyone. 

“Did you miss me?” He greeted his friends and the demons. 

In Josh’s moment of distraction, Pazuzu ejected themself from the girl’s body and zipped across the room, slamming straight into Sam’s body. Oliver Reed sprung to action as well and hopped from Jake over to Danny. 

“Wait, what?” Josh asked in confusion as Sam and Danny shook their heads and then turned to face him with demonic grins. From the floor, Jake let out an exasperated grunt. 

“Did Oliver Reed get me again?” he groaned. 

“Aye like this body a lot better!” Danny exclaimed in a British accent as he checked out his biceps and gave them a firm squeeze. “This mate lifts!” 

“I’ve got gains too,” Jake sounded hurt from the floor. 

“Eh,” the girl begged to differ beside him. Jake took one look at her and jumped with a scream. 

“This is one hairy motherfucker,” Pazuzu commented as he played with Sam’s long locks. 

“Shit,” Josh cursed himself. Things weren’t going as well as he thought they would. Leave it to Sam to come back and screw everything up. 

“Wanna give that exorcism another try, big boy?” Pazuzu asked. It was strange to hear those words coming from Sam’s mouth but, to be fair, Pazuzu had distorted Sam’s voice beyond recognition. When he talked, it sounded like he was gargling mouthwash. 

“Wait, you’re doing an exorcism?” Jake asked as he slowly returned back to his feet. Josh gave him a quick nod. “I can help out,” Jake offered. “I still remember how to do one from that film you made in high school, I think.” 

“Give it yer all, yew short boys,” Oliver Reed cackled. Jake scrunched up his nose at the words that had just come from Danny. 

“That’s really weird,” he commented. “I don’t think I like that.” 

“Guys,” Danny’s normal voice broke through, “please get Oliver out of me. He smells bad and I feel like my blood alcohol content is flying off the charts.” 

“It is a bad feeling,” Jake confirmed, then turned to Josh. “Let’s do this.” 

“You cowardly, ass eating, Led Zeppelin wannabes!” Pazuzu shouted. 

“Sorry,” Sam cut in. “That was out of line.” 

“Just ignore them, Jake,” Josh advised his twin. “They’re gonna try to get into your head.” 

Pazuzu and Oliver Reed were definitely doing everything they could to distract Jake and Josh, since they had their arms wrapped around each other and were rocking drunkenly back and forth, belting out a sea shanty at the top of their lungs. 

“What will we do with a drunken sailor? What will we do with a drunken sailor, early in the morning!” 

“Fuck,” Jake said through grit teeth, his hands balled up into tight fists. “I love that sea shanty.” 

“Selective hearing, Jake,” Josh reminded him. “Pull it together.” 

Jake sucked in a deep inhale and then, together, he and Josh began reciting their latin, circling around the demons and taking turns dousing them in holy water. In return, Pazuzu and Oliver Reed tried to sing louder. With all the commotion they were making, it was a miracle that the neighbors hadn’t filed a noise complaint. Feeling left out, the girl made herself useful by taking turns kicking Sam and Danny in the shins to handicap the demons. 

“Can you please stop that?” Danny begged the girl in his normal voice, taking a break from Oliver Reed’s barking yells. The girl looked him in the eyes, smiled, and sent her foot flying into his shin again, sending Danny toppling to the floor. That seemed to be the nail in the coffin for Oliver Reed, because Danny let out one last agonizing yell and then a rush of blue, white, and red shot out from his body and dove through the house, back down to hell. 

Pazuzu watched Oliver Reed’s dramatic exit and beamed. 

“I knew I was the better demon,” they proudly declared. Then, they turned to Jake and Josh. “Okay, I’m done with my games. I don’t really like this host anyways. He keeps telling me that my music taste is trash, and it’s making me feel bad.” 

Josh and Jake stared in awe as Pazuzu extracted themself from Sam’s body, flashed one last terrifying grin at them, and then dove down after Oliver Reed. The temperature in the room immediately returned back to normal, and the eerie blue lighting was replaced with the warm sunshine coming from the broken window. Without a second’s hesitation, Jake and Josh rushed to Sam and Danny’s sides to make sure they were alright. 

“I think I need to go on a juice cleanse,” Danny shuddered. “That was disgusting.” 

“Pazuzu thinks Shawn Mendes is talented, can you believe that shit?” Sam sputtered out, evidently not feeling any of the after-effects of being possessed. “Like, if that demon is gonna be in my body, I have a right to set them straight.” 

“I’m sorry,” Josh grimaced at Danny. “You were totally right. I was playing with fire when I rented out this AirBnB.” 

“AirBnB?” the girl asked behind them. They turned to face her and winced at her chalky, bruised, and cut skin. 

“Yeah?” Josh cautiously asked back. 

“I live here,” the girl stated. “With my mom. This isn’t an AirBnB.” 

“But isn’t this 3602 Prospect St?” Josh asked. The girl frowned at him. 

“It’s 3600 Prospect St,” she answered. 

“Jesus Christ, Josh,” Danny groaned. 

“Huh,” Josh muttered. “Well. That’s embarrassing.” 

“I mean, you guys did help me out, so I guess I have to thank you for breaking in.” 

“Yeah, anytime,” Jake flashed her a smile, and then reconsidered his words. “Uh, I mean, we won’t break in anytime. That’s not what I meant.” 

“You’re all good,” the girl assured him. “I hate to kick you out, but I need to get to work on my skincare routine stat.” 

“That’s a good call,” Sam agreed. Danny elbowed him hard in the ribs, which made him keel over for a second. “I mean, what? Girl, your skin is flawless,” Sam tried to rebound. 

“Get out,” the girl stared at them. 

“Fair enough,” Josh nodded. “Good luck to you!” 

They hurried out of the brick house and, on the porch, Josh double checked the address with his confirmation email. 

“Wow,” he said to himself. “I don’t know how I mixed that up.” 

“It was a tiny hiccup,” Danny said. “You know, we only got possessed over all of this.” 

“I’m sensing that you’re feeling upset,” Josh tried to do damage control. “But let’s practice some gratitude. I, for one, am grateful that the old priest passed out pretty early on because that guy smelled like moth balls and it was starting to give me a migraine.” 

Josh looked around at his friends, expecting them to take part in the gratitude circle, but all of them stared darkly back at him. Josh panicked, trying to think of a way to get them to forgive him fast. 

“Should we go to the Air and Space museum?” he tried. 

Danny and Jake looked at each other and shrugged. 

“YES!” Sam exclaimed, like he had been eagerly waiting for Josh to suggest that his whole life. He took off sprinting down the sidewalk, his bare feet slapping against the hot pavement. “SPACE SHUTTLE, HERE I COME!” Sam whooped in the distance. 

“Let’s stick to rural ghosts instead of city demons, okay?” Jake said to Josh as they watched Danny chase after Sam with a pair of shoes, shouting that he was burning his feet. 

“Agreed,” Josh nodded. “They’re a bit more our speed, I think.” Josh thought hard. “You really need to find a way to ward off Oliver Reed.” 

“I’ve given it a lot of thought,” Jake declared. “Non-alcoholic beer. That should do the trick.” 

“I think that should,” Josh let out a laugh, giving Jake a loving pat on the back as they walked down the Washington D.C. sidewalk into the glowing sun. 

[jeanie-g]

Jamie and Trevor "cold hands #50 :)

(im determined to keep that pairng alive lol)

me too!!! they are so insane and adorable - i love writing them.

here ya go ;)

[#50] - cold hands

They're only a few stops into their Duck Tour but Jamie already wishes he brought his gloves.

It's a bus tour, Trevor said when he booked the tickets on a whim after their win against the Bruins last night. It goes to city hall and they talk about Sam Adams and shit. It's fun. He perked up, eyes bright. Oh, and it swims!

Expecting a closed (and at least semi-heated) bus, Jamie thought he'd be fine leaving behind his wool gloves at the hotel. The bus is more like a trolley though, with big, plastic sheet "windows" being their only barrier from the elements.

After about 30 minutes of winding through the biting, winding streets of Boston, Jamie's hands are freezing. He's pretty sure they're going a bit numb, which is...concerning. The coat he grabbed only has one pocket over the stomach, and Jamie alternates slipping his left and right hand inside every few minutes, silently praying that he doesn't get frostbite and have to amputate or something. Would the NHL still let him play with four fingers on one hand?

It's during one of these changes when Trevor catches sight of them. "Jesus, Jimmy! Your hands!" he cries.

And just like that, Trevor sweeps them into his lap, sandwiching them with his own two, gloved hands. "They're ice cubes!"

Jamie feels himself blush, but he could blame the wind if pressed. "I'm fine."

He tries to pull his hands away but Trevor's grip is tight, and Jamie's only working with so much strength at present.

Trevor frantically rubs his hands over Jamie's to warm them up, the itchy cotton of his gloves scratching Jamie's cracking skin. He winces, but not after long, the feeling starts to come back in his palms and fingers. Soon, his skin is tingling with warmth from the friction, and Jamie feels a nice sense of relief. No amputation, then.

Jamie glances up at Trevor, who's got his tongue poking out in concentration, and Jamie really has to separate all this from the unbelievable fact that Trevor is holding both his hands—if for his own fragile sanity. Because he's just helping him out—doing what any normal friend would do. Nothing more.

"Better?" Trevor asks, and Jamie nods. He is.

Trevor chuckles, a little puff of condensation dancing in the air in front of him. "The Canadian forgets his gloves. Amateur shit."

Jamie rolls his eyes and pulls his hands away, however reluctantly, stuffing one back into his pocket.

The trolley's passing through Science Park now, and Jamie turns his attention to the large statue of a T-rex standing on the lawn outside the science museum. Besides the weather, the tour itself is quite nice. Jamie hasn't explored Boston the way he's wanted to—the way Trevor did during his stint at BU (though that exploration was, according to Trevor, mostly centered around the frat houses in the depths of Allston). It's a nice, if completely disorganized, city—not small but not big either. It's cool getting to ride around and listen to the history of different neighborhoods and landmarks.

Trevor seems to be having fun too, though he probably knows all the history stuff already (They taught us about the American Revolution, like, every year in school). He's enthralled in the spoken tour, though, eyes to the front of the trolley. Jamie takes the chance to look over at him, eyes roaming his profile.

It's really not fair how beautiful Trevor is, from the way his eyes crinkle when he smiles, to his high-set cheekbones and straight, Greek nose (that he's stupidly insecure about), down to his small, plush lips—ballerina pink with a just-there cupid's bow.

It isn't fair, really, because he has a beautiful personality, too. He's kind and thoughtful, determined and playful—smart and sarcastic and funny. He brings Jamie out of his shell but never crosses a line; he pushes him to be his best on the ice and off of it. Jamie wants to be with him every single day. If only he had the guts to actually tell him.

Jamie hasn't been paying attention to whatever the tour guide was saying, but maybe he should have, because the trolley starts driving down a ramp off the road, heading right for the river and—unless Jamie is losing his mind already—trolleys shouldn't be doing that.

His eyes grow. "Trev, what the fuck is happening?"

Jamie's too young to die, and he doesn't even wanna think about how humiliating it'd be to do so in a trolley themed like a duck full of noisy Bostonians and smelling of Dunkin' Donuts.

But Trevor just laughs. "I told you: it swims."

And before Jamie knows it, the trolley is tipping forward into the Charles River, there are some loud hydraulic noises, and people are whooping around him.

Without thinking, he grabs Trevor's hand where it rests on the seat between them. Trevor laughs again but, to his surprise, squeezes it. He rubs his thumb in circles on Jamie's, but he only has half a mind not in panic mode to recognize it.

The trolley finally uprights itself and...glides through the water? Jamie's still confused, but they're not sinking, so he counts that as a win. The whoops begin to die down and the tour guide is on the intercom again, and Trevor is still laughing.

"Dude, your face was priceless," he gets out between breaths.

Jamie blushes scarlet (again). This must be a common occurrence then—a swimming bus. If no one clocked him as a tourist before, he might as well be wearing a sign now that says, Don't mind me - I'm just a dumb Canadian.

"Shut up," Jamie says. "It just took me off guard."

"Have you never heard of FDR's amphibious car?"

Jamie quirks a brow. "Who's FDR?"

Trevor rolls his eyes, but his look remains fond. "Never mind."

Jamie turns and looks out at the wind-whipped water. Clouds of steam hover just above the crests and breaks of the boat(?)'s wake.

"It's about to get a hell of a lot colder," he muses miserably.

Trevor squeezes his hand again, and only then does Jamie realize they're still joined. He turns to face Trevor, blushing harder if possible, and Trevor smiles, eyes twinkling.

"Don't worry, Jim. I'll keep you warm."

Jamie can't help the smile that bubbles up at that. He also can't help the semi-intrusive thought that he should forget his gloves more often.

*

[the-fiction-witch]

Dad

Media Love Actually

Character Sam

Couple Sam X Reader

Rating Sweet AF

Concept New Daddy

"You sure you two will be okay?" I asked getting my handbag and fixing my skirt for work, I hated doing this but I didn't have much of a choice my landlord was fumigating the whole building so we had to be out for two weeks, and my usual daycare was closed today due to them having a massive pipe leak, I really didn't want to do this I felt awful but what choice did I really have? 

"We'll be fine won't we munchkin" Sam smiled as little Ivy ran over to him still in her PJ of course and he happily picked her up sitting her on his hip

"You sure it's not too much trouble-"

"Not your fault is it, you're already staying here and I don't have anything to do anyway. It's fine we'll have fun won't we little munchkin?" 

"Yeah!" she giggled 

"We'll be fine, don't worry about us"

"Okay well I'm just a phone call away"

"I know, but I'm sure I can handle it," he says "Go say bye-bye to your mummy," He tells her setting her down 

"Bye bye mummy" she smiled hugging my leg

"Bye-bye darling, you be good for Uncle Sam alright? I'll see you when I get home"

"I will I promise" She smiled before she ran off towards the spare room we were sleeping in 

"Any problems-"

"I know, Have a good day at work"

"Thanks, Sam" I smiled grabbing my keys and heading off to work for the day.

It had been a very long day one of those days where nothing quite goes the way you want it to I was home later than I wanted to be but such is the way some days. I headed inside seeing the place rather dark and quiet Sam got up from the sofa shutting the TV off as he came over "Hey, how was work?"

"Ughh don't" I sighed

"Sorry, dinner's in the microwave for you"

"Thanks, Sam" I smiled "How was Ivy?" I asked grabbing the plate from the microwave and taking a seat at the small table

"Aww, she's been a little angel,"

"Oh? What did you do then?"

"Well we went to the park she had a nice play on the swings for a while, then we went to the museum and learnt about dinosaur bones and whales,"

"Aww That's sweet Sam"

"If we're going to spend the day together she might as well learn something, and I may have treated her to a little present from the gift shop"

"You didn't have to do that"

"I know, but I like to treat her sometimes" 

"That's why she thinks you're fun Uncle Sam" 

"Five-pound admission and a ten-pound spend in a gift shop is a small price to pay for her to have some fun, and she gets to go back to daycare next week with lots of dinosaur facts" 

"How'd dinner go?"

"Very well she helped me cook and even did the drying up" 

"She's a good girl,"

"How was work?" 

"You know how it goes, paperwork, Luke being Luke" 

"I don't know why you don't quit that awful place"

"What else would I do Sam? I have to take care of Ivy somehow"

"...what if, you two came and stayed with me? on a more permanent basis?"

"and what would I do all day?"

"Take care of Ivy, help me with the house. look after the place when I go on tour"

"That's very sweet Sam, but I can't," I told him taking my plate to the sink

"why not?" he asks coming to stand with me

"We couldn't ask that of you"

"You're not asking it of me, I'm asking you." he says "I know you hate being away from her, and I know you hate shoving her in a daycare, I'd handle stuff money-wise you get to be home all day with her"

"I can't -"

"why not? I'd be happy to and I know I wouldn't be sending you two back to that awful flat"

"even so, where would we sleep?"

"well, Ivy can have the spare room as her bedroom and... I figured you could bunk with me"

"Oh? At the foot of your bed?"

"if that's where you're comfortable, I thought more snuggled up with me but it's up to you"

"That's sweet Sam but it's not even like we're-"

"Then we can be, if you want a label on it I'm more than happy to put one and it makes it easier for little Ivy" He explained "Unless you, don't see me like that?"

"Well... I uhhh" I stuttered 

"Don't tell me you haven't thought about it?"

"I might have" I blushed of course I had thought about it, I had thought about Sam like that for as long as I'd known him but I suppose I'd always just tossed those feelings away

"Because I have, far more than once. You two are always welcome here you know that" he says giving my hand a little kiss 

I blushed hard but I gave his lips a soft kiss he happily kissed back wrapping his arms around my waist as my hip pressed against the counter top I smiled and stroked his shirt a little till he pulled back rubbing my nose as he did 

"How about you get you're nightie and come stay in my bed tonight?" 

"That does sound nice" I smiled "Did you have anything planned for Ivy tomorrow?"

"Yeah I promised I'd take her to the seal sanctuary and the beach for ice cream, You're more than welcome to blow off work and come too. It could be a lovely day just the three of us" 

"she loves seals, that sounds lovely Sam" I smiled giving him another kiss 

He chuckled a little as he pulled away "You know, she told me a little secret today"

"Did she now, what was it?"

"Ohh a top-secret, really high levels of classification I really shouldn't even be telling you this."

"I don't already know?"

"No, she told me this is so secret even you don't know" 

"Oh? What is it then?"

"she told me that for a good while now she's secretly, wanted a little brother"

"She has?"

"Ummm she wants a little brother very badly" he explained "And I think I'm in agreement with her"

"Are you?"

"I think she needs a little brother, and if that's okay with you? I'm more than happy to... help supply her with one" He smirked grinding his hips against my own. 

"Ohh would you now?"

"I would,"

"I assume you'd want something for this help? some form or repayment"

"Well, you're already moving in with me so how about I help give Ivy a little brother and I get to fill the family role as the dad? not just fun Uncle Sam."

"You'd really want that?"

"I would, I love Ivy, I love you. If you'd be willing to have me I'm more than happy to step in where Danny bailed out" 

"Aww Sam" I smiled tearing up 

"Hey, hey no little tears" he says kissing my tears away 

"It's okay their happy tears"

"Good, now you go get your nightie and give Ivy a kiss goodnight, I'll go wait up in our bed and get ready to help with her little brother" he smiled 

"Okay" I smiled giving him a sweet kiss before I headed to the spare room where Ivy and I had been sleeping seeing she had taken up all the double bed where I was gone with her blanket and a dinosaur book from the museum open in front of her where she must have been looking at it before she fell asleep, I smiled sitting on the bed and fixing her hair, tucking her in and giving her head a little kiss which woke her a little 

"Hi little one I thought you were sleeping"

"I was a little sleeping" she giggled what she often says when she was half asleep or faking it "Mummy?"

"Yes, Ivy?"

"Could Uncle Sam be my new daddy?"

"We'll see Ivy," I told her "Now you get some sleep if you need anything you call okay and either me or Sam will come help you"

"I will, goodnight mummy"

"Goodnight sweetheart"

"Tell Uncle Sam I said goodnight too"

"I will do" I laughed grabbed my things and headed out leaving her door open a crack, I headed across the locked-up house to Sam's room seeing the bed made and the ensuite light on so I set my stuff down and kicked off my heels and changed into my nightie 

"she tucked up tight?"

"All snug as a bug" I smiled, "She says goodnight"

"she's a sweetheart," he laughs coming from the bathroom shutting the light off now down to just his boxers "Whoa..."

"What?"

"You look beautiful"

"Thank you, Sam,"

"so? You're okay in my bed tonight"

"If you are"

"Most defiantly" He smiled coming and sitting beside me but leaving a respectful space "If you just wanna get to bed that's fine I don't wanna make you do anything you don't want to"

"That's very sweet Sam" I smiled kissing his head "But if it's all the same to you" I cooed holding his hand 

"Ohh believe me y/n I don't need to be asked twice" He smirked pushing me down on his bed flat so he could hover over me 

"Ohh Sam" I blushed wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him into a kiss 

[j0kers-light]

Hiii, I just wanted to give you my thoughts about reader who goes by the nickname puppy instead of bunny.

I know Joker is so bunny nickname coded but just hear me out, super nice and friendly reader! almost too clueless for her own good, making friends everywhere and just having like a million of extra activities just so she doesn't get bored, having a few hobbies every week and when Joker realizes and buys her a lot of stuff so she has the best material to work with, she has already dropped them because it was too boring! reader who can eat any type of meat and loves burgers, salad? what is that?

"J, I already told you grass is for the cows, don't give me that, where are my chicken nuggets?"

Have you seen how dogs pick everything their owner gives them (Maybe a stuffed animal) and they carry it to their bed because they think that no one can touch it there so they have a lot of stuff there? That's her, Joker has found too many weird things there (His purple tie, Joker's last favorite candies, a HAMSTER???? I hc Joker is afraid of rodents so he would never look in her bed if she adopted a new pet, right???)

She plays dumb most of the time like. "Oh, your name is Frost? No, I'm sure it was Tom, you have changed it, haven't you?" Like YES SHE DID KNOW YOUR NAME IS FROST.

Y/N just likes everyone thinking she is dumb because then she can do anything she wants and just get away with it, people genuinely thinks she is dumb but of course she is not, she'd say she has forgotten the names of her co-workers but then will tell you anything you want to know about their life as if she had learnt it by heart.

I also hc her being bestfriends with Neo and Mac, like REALLY friends and Joker is so jealous about it.

Mac is funny, really is, and sweet. He gives good advices so she tells him everything she knows she can't tell Joker (Her pretending to be dumb just for the fun of it causes people to think she is dumb and after some time her coworkers start laughing at her face and criticizing her behind her back, she does feel upset and she even cried infront of them once or twice :((( ) She tells him the kind of things she knows she can't tell Joker because he'll kill them.

Mac has to tell Joker because he is actually forced by contract, and she refuses to talk to Mac ever again, and surprisingly Joker is the one who has to tell reader to quit that because he knows thats his henchmen make her happy.

And Neo is just fun! He goes with her to parties and lets her drink, he is the one who plays ONE with her at midnight because she can't sleep at Joker's hideout and she doesn't want to wake him up because she knows J needs to sleep.

She kind of has a sibling bond with them and Joker knows he can't break it because it'll make her feel too upset.

She is the little sister, of course, always running around the hideout and getting herself in trouble because she knows that the other henchmen can't do anything to her, then hiding from Frost Neo and Mac because they do.

She is the kind of reader who doesn't care about what Joker has done, its not to her so she doesn't care, other people are mean and bad.

But if J hurts an animal (ofc by accident, he is not THAT type of monster) Then she won't talk to him in WEEKS.

She has a heart of gold and its not like she doesn't have self love, but she knows Joker doesn't mean the ugly things he says to her so she won't leave his side nor get mad.

But she really is sensitive, she gets upset easily.

Joker has to remind her to drink water because if she is running around with Neo she forgets, she only cares about catching him. (She doesn't have a chance but when Joker glares at him he has to slow down)

I think she works at a museum, probably, girl loves history. (Joker has noticed she has a weird crush in Napoleon Bonaparte???) Or maybe she is a teacher, history teacher at highschool.

But the cool type, the type that is always making activities with them and never does an exam.

"Hey, J, you think you can find me 60 cardboard for tomorrow? Need 'em for work." And he is like ??? Its 11 p.m. on a saturday night Y/n what do you expect him to do????

She also tried to paint Joker's face with a black marker while he was sleeping.

Reader leaves doodles in post-its around the house for him to find, when he asks about it she plays dumb again.

Joker would love to make her go really dumb (blink blink) so she stops playing that card.

She really likes hanging out with Frost to be honest, and he has kind of warmed up with her, now she knows his favorite color and she keeps buying him blue things (I don't care, his favorite color is blue in my mind) He politely acceptes her blue bottle caps.

She managed to know most of the things she know about Joker herself, how??? she would never tell you ('Politely' asked Frost, we don't know what she did to him but he is still scared of her today) She never tells Joker that she already knows what he is telling her, that would be mean!

She is a sweetheart but managed to shoot Batman in the leg when he was beating up Joker.

Neo didn't know when she had 'borrowed' it, but she told Joker that she knows how to use guns because her father was a hunter and taught her.

Joker takes her to a few easy missions, she doesn't know whats going on most of the time but is happy to be there, oh but if someone TOUCHES Joker, she'll bite their necks off (I SWEAR)

J likes to think she is as crazy as him, maybe she is but won't tell him.

GOD THIS IS TOO MUCH IM SORRY

*blinks in shock*

I didn’t even know you could write that much in the ask box… wow. I don’t think I should say anything, you already summarized your point 🥰

[lacamorte]

~ rightful restitution

When Pela ropes him into a drawn-out managerial position at the museum, Caelus swears that whoever this accursed Mr. Cold Feet is, he will PAY.

But then he taps thrice and knocks twice and finds one Sampo Koski.

Nevertheless, Caelus is not the type to leave a debt uncollected.

aka: M or E fic where Caelus makes everyone's favorite scammer pay in more... creative ways.

explicit/suggestive stuff ahead ✌️

"Get on the bed," he says.

Sampo blinks, nervous smile fixed to his face. "Uh, what do you—"

"You heard me, Koski." Caelus steps forward, forcing Sampo to retreat further into the room before Caelus shuts the door and locks it in one smooth motion. Not once does his narrowed, razor-sharp gaze leave Sampo's.

"Bed. Now." He snaps.

Sampo squeaks, skittering back. "Yessir! On the bed, right away!"

And there he goes, not even bothering to take off his shoes as he scrambles ungracefully onto the sheets, attempting to settle into some semblance of comfort as he seems to mentally prepare himself for a lashing courtesy of a very, very angry Trailblazer.

Good. Caelus doesn't have the patience to play nice right now.

When Sampo turns around, Caelus surges forward to kiss him, his annoyance thinly veiled. A surprised grunt leaves his victim, but its quickly smothered as Caelus runs his tongue against the seam of his lips hotly, taking advantage of Sampo's surprise to slip it in. The blue-haired man leans into the kiss — confused, but definitely interested, Caelus notes — sighing like a thirsty man having his first taste of water. Something about that grates on Caelus's nerves. He reaches a hand around to tangle his fingers into blue locks and roughly breaks the kiss by tugging Sampo away, a string of saliva clinging to their lips as they part, Caelus unsatisfied and Sampo dazed.

"Do you know the shit I've been going through this past month because of you?" Caelus's voice, normally light and tinged with humor, is low and raspy, irritation oozing from every syllable. Sampo gulps, frozen as Caelus nips his cheek punishingly. "I'll make you pay."

"Listen, pal, I'm sure we can talk this out—" he tries to negotiate, but his words die a swift death in his throat when Caelus finds his hip deftly, his thumb pressing insistently on the jut of his hipbone as he tugs at the other man's lower lip petulantly with his teeth.

Caelus hears the way Sampo's breath hitches and decides he wants more.

"Wearing something that exposes your hips when you live in Belobog," he mutters absent-mindedly, fingers trailing upwards and upwards until they graze Sampo's ribs. He continues tracing his torso through his clothes, until he taps the base of Sampo's throat. "Are you an exhibitionist or something? Figures."

"Hey, I'll have you know the late Supreme Guardian — bless her soul — strutted around town with her hips out too, you know," Sampo argues. Caelus looks back up at him, brow arched, flatly unimpressed. At the same time, he tugs off the button at Sampo's throat with a flick of the finger. Sampo swallows, seemingly all the more conscious of the motion with Caelus's finger pressed against his throat.

"Off," he demands. He imagines he has quite the ferocious pout on his face right now, but Sampo's hardly someone to preserve his dignity around.

"Ah-ah-ah," the little shit tuts, his teasing tone losing its edge when Caelus's expression visibly sours. "Hey, hey, hey, before anything else, you're gonna have to make it clear to me what exactly you're doing, here, buddy. Come on, don't leave your good friend Sampo in the dark!"

Make it clear? Was Caelus's saliva in his mouth a joke or something? "You've been causing trouble for the museum, and I had to clean up your mess. I'm even generous enough to not tattle on you to Pela. You owe me," Caelus huffs, taking his hands off the other man to slide his own coat off his shoulders. In his periphery, he sees the way Sampo's gaze follows the motion hungrily as more and more of his figure is exposed, the cut of his waist now freed from where it was usually hidden by his jacket. His attention snaps back to Caelus's face when an insistent finger tugs repeatedly at one of the belts keeping his top together.

"Therefore as repayment, you," he pinched Sampo's waist for emphasis, ignoring the elicited yelp. "Are going to be mine until further notice. So if you have any objections to me riding your cock into the fucking sunset, you better speak up now, tits."

[loveroftoomanyfandoms]

Every Little Thing She Does is Magic, Chapter 8

Pairing: Platonic Steven Grant x Reader (for now, but we just might slowly be heading into non-platonic territory! 👀)

Rating: T

Word count: ~2300

Story Summary: Steven meets a beautiful woman in the Egyptian exhibit at the British Museum...

...Too bad she's his new boss.

Tags/Warnings: Canon Divergent since Steven still works for the British Museum post-canon, No Jake Lockley, developing friendship, wingman Marc 😉

A/N: I'm back!!! October is the busiest month of the year for me as far as day job goes, but since it's over I have more free time to write, so enjoy this next chapter!

Tag list: @runny-mascara

Let's see, we've got Jason, Sibohan, Ruby, and myself next Thursday, Steven thought to himself later that afternoon as he penciled in a tour for a group of students from a nearby summer camp on his desktop calendar. That won't be a problem.

He looked up as a light knock sounded on his door, his brow furrowing when he realized Dr. Y/L/N was standing in his open doorway with her purse hanging across her shoulder. 

“Hi,” she said. “Just seeing if you're ready to go.”

Steven looked at the clock on his computer, which read 5:06 PM. “Bollocks.”

Dr. Y/L/N huffed out a light laugh. “It's okay.”

Steven shut his computer down then grabbed his messenger bag out of his desk drawer. “I'm so sorry, give me just a moment. I was working on a couple of things and lost track of time.”

Dr. Y/L/N shook her head as Steven joined her. “Really, it's fine. I'm not in a hurry.”

Steven bit his lip. “In that case, would you… er, would you maybe like to stop for a cup of tea on the way home?”

A soft smile spread across Dr. Y/L/N’s face. “Sure, that sounds lovely.”

Steven grinned, pleased that she had accepted his invitation. “Great! Shall we, then?” 

They bade goodbye to Marlie, Fiona, and Darren, who were on the evening tour shift, then headed out of the museum.

“The weather's nice today, isn't it?” Dr. Y/L/N said as they descended the museum steps together. “It's definitely starting to feel like fall.”

Steven nodded. “I love this time of year.” 

“Me too.”

“So, how was your day?”

Dr. Y/L/N shrugged. “It was fine. Managed to get caught up on some stuff I had been behind on because of everything that was going on last week, so that was good. How was yours? Any fun tour groups today?”

Steven shook his head. “Not really. To be honest our guided tour numbers have been a bit low for the past couple of weeks, even including group bookings.”

Dr. Y/L/N nodded. “I was looking at statistics from the past few years and it seems like there's always a dip in paid tours around this time, but even with the slowdown we've had three times more tour bookings than we had the entirety of last year so I'm not overly concerned. It'll pick back up once school starts in a few weeks.”

Steven nodded, reassured by Dr. Y/L/N’s confidence in him. “Yeah, you’re probably right.”

They walked the rest of the way to the café in comfortable silence, just enjoying the sunshine and each other's company. 

Once they had reached the entrance, Steven opened the door for Dr. Y/L/N. “After you, ma'am.”

Dr. Y/L/N smiled at him as she stepped inside. “Why, thank you, kind sir.”

Steven chuckled then followed her to the register, recognizing the same young man who had taken their orders the last time they had been there.

“Afternoon,” Michael said. “What can I get for you?”

“May I have a cup of Earl Grey and a scone, please?” Dr. Y/L/N replied.

Steven pulled his wallet out of his pocket. “Make that two of each, please.”

He shook his head as Dr. Y/L/N turned to him to protest. “I’ve got it.”

Dr. Y/L/N bit her lip. “Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.”

Dr. Y/L/N smiled. “Okay then. Thank you.”

Michael tapped at the register screen. “Anything else?”

“No thank you.”

Michael nodded. “Okay, your total is £8.43. Name for the order?”

Steven handed Michael his bank card. “Steven -- with a ‘v’.”

“Okay, I'll have that right out for you.”

“Thanks.”

“Where do you want to sit?” Dr. Y/L/N asked as they headed towards the tables.

Steven gestured towards the corner table they had sat at the first time they'd had tea and coffee together outside of work. “How about the same table as last time?”

Dr. Y/L/N nodded. “Yeah, that's good.”

They walked over to the table.

Steven bit his lip as they sat. “I, er, I wanted to thank you for the kind words you said about me in my evaluation.”

Dr. Y/L/N shook her head with a soft smile. “I didn't say anything that wasn't 100% true. You are a wonderful person and are absolutely incredible at your job, Steven. Keep up the good work.”

Steven nodded, his face heating at the praise. “I will, ma'am.” 

“When we first met I assumed that you were a tour guide or at the very least that you worked in curation because of how observant and knowledgeable you were about the exhibits.” Dr. Y/L/N huffed out a quiet laugh. “Imagine my surprise when I pulled your employee file and discovered that you worked in the gift shop."

She bit her lip. “Not that there was anything wrong with that, of course, I just meant --”

Steven shook his head. “Oh no, it's fine, I completely understand. I, er, I actually had always wanted to be a tour guide but there weren't any positions available when I applied at the museum, so I took the job in the gift shop intending to eventually transfer departments.”

He paused. “By the time there was a tour guide position open though Donna had already been promoted to gift shop manager and kept telling me that it would never happen and that I shouldn't bother applying.”

Dr. Y/L/N sighed. “I know I'm not supposed to say this, but I'm glad to be rid of her.”

Steven shook his head with a grin. “I won't tell anyone if you won't, because I am too. To be honest, I never really cared for her.”

Dr. Y/N huffed out a laugh. “It'll be our little secret then.”

Steven nodded then looked over at the pick-up counter as Michael called out his name. “I'll be right back.”

Dr. Y/L/N nodded. “Okay.”

Steven headed over to the counter and picked up their order, thanking Michael before bringing it over to the table. “Here we are.”

Dr. Y/L/N smiled up at him as he set the saucer holding her cup of tea and scone down in front of her. “Thank you.”

Steven set his own cup of tea and scone down on the table then sat. “You're welcome.”

He dipped his tea bag into his hot water to help his tea steep. “Oh, I've been meaning to ask you, have you tried any of the other teas from the collection I got for you?”

Dr. Y/L/N nodded. “Oh, yeah. Most of them, actually.”

She pulled a small pocket-sized notebook out of her purse and handed it to him. “I found this tea journal online and figured it would be the easiest way to keep track of what varieties I liked and didn't like and why.”

Steven opened it, smiling at Dr. Y/L/N’s hand-written notes for each variety of tea. Variety: Earl Grey. Flavor profile: Fruity (contains bergamot). Notes: Recommended by Steven G. from work. Excellent, definitely a favorite. Variety: English Breakfast. Flavor profile: Dark, kind of a roasted flavor? Notes: Tastes like the tea back home. I like it. Variety: Peach-orange oolong. Flavor profile: Peach and a hint of orange. Notes: Lighter tea, wonderful flavor. Variety: Lady Grey. Flavor profile: Earl Grey with lemon. Notes: Lemon overpowers the bergamot. Not a fan. Variety: Chai. Flavor profile: Spice? Notes: Very warm wintery flavors (I can definitely taste cinnamon and nutmeg). Will probably be a go-to during the colder months.

He read through her notes on the rest of the teas she had tried and handed the notebook back to her. “I love that you're keeping notes. It’s very you .” 

“Oh.” Dr. Y/L/N looked down at her cup as she stirred some sugar into her tea. “Yeah. Thanks.”

She took a sip. “Since I'm almost done with these I might get some different ones to try out. There are so many varieties out there that sound interesting -- like chamomile honey vanilla, green tea with blackcurrant, pomegranate, and peach, and mango pineapple.”

Steven added a teaspoon of sugar to his own tea. “I've never had any of those varieties, although they all do sound interesting.”

Dr. Y/L/N bit her lip. “Maybe you can try them with me then -- if you want to, that is.”

Steven nodded. “Yeah, that sounds lovely.”

“Great! I'll let you know when I get them.”

Steven grinned. “I'll bring some biscuits and we can have our own little tea tasting session in the staff kitchen at work.”

Dr. Y/L/N huffed out a light laugh. “Sounds like a plan.”

She took another sip of her tea. “So have you gotten a chance to explore the neighborhood yet?”

Steven shook his head. “Not really. I was actually planning on going for a bit of a wander this weekend, check out the neighborhood shops.”

Dr. Y/L/N nodded. “Let me know if you want some company. My weekends are usually pretty free.”

“Yeah.” Steven smiled at the thought of getting to spend more time with Dr. Y/L/N outside of work. “Yeah, I will.”

He and Dr. Y/L/N continued to talk as they enjoyed their tea and scones.

Dr. Y/L/N set her cup down after taking her last sip. “Ready to head out?”

Steven nodded. “Yeah, I should probably get home, check on Gus.”

They collected their dishes and brought them to the return counter, thanking Michael again before leaving the café and continuing towards their respective apartment buildings.

“Thank you again for the tea -- and for walking me home again, of course,” Dr. Y/L/N said once they had reached her building. “I know it's a pretty short walk, but it's still nice having someone to talk to along the way.”

Steven nodded. “You’re quite welcome, ma'am, and I agree. I'd be happy to walk home with you anytime, especially since we're now in the same neighborhood.”

Dr. Y/L/N reached out and touched his arm, a soft smile on her face. “I'd really like that. I'll see you tomorrow, then?”

Steven nodded, his heart quickening in his chest at her touch. “See you tomorrow.”

He waited until Dr. Y/L/N was inside before taking a deep breath and continuing towards home.

Oh, buddy, Marc said as Steven headed up the street towards his apartment building. You’ve got it * bad* .

Steven sighed to himself. No matter how hard he had tried to fight them, his feelings for Dr. Y/L/N had blossomed into more than just a simple crush. 

It's not like I could help it, he replied silently. She's beautiful, and intelligent, and kind and caring and… and just a lovely person all-around.  

So what are you going to do about it?

Steven shook his head. What *can* I do? No matter how I feel about her, she's still my supervisor -- and not only that, she's the director of the entire museum.

So you're just going to suffer in silence and miss your chance with her, then.

Steven could hear the disappointment in Marc's voice. It's not like I have much of a choice. And don't you dare pretend to be me while you're in control of the body and tell her how I feel.

Marc scoffed, clearly offended by the mere suggestion. I would never do that.

I dunno, you asked Cheryl out without my knowledge.

No I didn't.

Well *I* certainly didn't ask her out for dinner at a bloody steakhouse!

You had to’ve, it just might've been during one of those weird moments where neither of us remember what happened.

Steven shook his head as he reached his apartment building, waiting until he had unlocked the door and headed inside before answering. It's just my bloody luck though, innit? Had to go and develop unrequited feelings for my very-off-limits boss.

I wouldn't be too sure about that.

Steven's brow furrowed. What do you mean?

Just that I'm not so sure your feelings are all that unrequited.

What makes you think that?

You don't see Dr. Y/L/N asking anyone else to taste-test new teas with her, do you?

Steven stopped by his mail receptacle before heading to the elevator. She was just being nice.

I doubt that, but even so, there have been other signs too. 

Steven caught Marc's reflection in the elevator door. “Like what?” he said aloud.

Marc shrugged. “Like the fact that when she's feeling overwhelmed and needs a break at the museum galas she seeks you out, not to mention the fact that you never hear about her offering to spend time with anyone else from work outside of work except for you.”

Steven shook his head as the elevator opened and he stepped inside. “She’s comfortable with me, that's all. And since we now live in the same neighborhood, we'd wind up running into each other anyway, so it makes sense for her to offer to accompany me on my walk this weekend.”

Marc smirked. “You honestly believe that she doesn't have any sort of non-professional feelings towards you?”

Steven shrugged as the elevator stopped on his floor. “I guess we've sort of become friends, but that's all there is -- on her end, at least.”

The elevator door opened and he stepped out into the hallway, shutting Marc out in the process. 

He shook his head, trying to clear it off the seed of possibility Marc had planted. He was completely wrong -- there was no way Dr. Y/L/N felt anything but friendly cordiality towards Steven.

...Was there?