#what can ye do i usually go route a but fuck it im getting a friend to do route b for me

[theshitpostcalligrapher]

fnu fact the nib i like to use for most of my detailinig work is a UK regionlocked item (only ships within the UK) so any time I snap this bad boy it’s either a) a wretched hunt for an overpriced canadian supplier or b) dm’ing a friend from the UK to purchase a fuckload all at once to royal mail it over to my Canadian ass

#what can ye do i usually go route a but fuck it im getting a friend to do route b for me #unfort you can only buy like. 24 of em at a time. #so #anyone wanna buy some quills?????? i'll build em out with this nib i have the feathers already #sigh

[thecryingastrologer]

Astrology observations pt22🚬

Disclaimer: all these observations are based on my personal observations ❤️

DO NOT PLAGIARISE 🚫 MY 🚫 WORK 🚫 IF YOU WISH TO REPOST IT GIVE ME THE CREDITS 💌

YALLLLL I HAVE A FEW PERSONAL STORY TIME MOMENTS RN I CANNOT -💀

💪okayyyyyyyyyy story time,

Sooo i recently started going to clg and i started liking this guy. Were gonna call him spikeyhairman. Ik. Bear with me 🥲😂

It was like i started liking him at the very first sight. Idk how to explain it, it was like i felt so drawn to him and got a little obsessed with him. So i just checked his chart out of curiosity👁️👁️ and found out he had Leo sun and Aries ascendant with Scorpio mars. Yes. Ik. That mars also had y'all👁️👁️💧😫 and then i saw my chart and i have Leo in 12th and mars in 8/Aries.

It was like we know we like eachother but aren't making any moves. I'm not cause i dotn wanna get rejected and ik he's not cause he doesn't either.

When i tell you, I've NEVER gone out of ym way to see a guy, I MEAN IT. he just brings out something in me, like i want his attention i want him i dress up for my self but a part of me also wants him to notice me. Y'know what i mean????

AND GUESSS WHATTTTTTT 😫😫😫😫😫

ok sooooooooo 🕵️‍♀️🕵️‍♀️🕵️‍♀️🕵️‍♀️🕵️‍♀️

I didn't meet him for 2 days. Like i didn't take the usual route to the other block of my uni and guess what? He started cmg around on my floor and came around to see me, not once but 6 times. Ik. Ik. Some shit out of Wattpad ik. Let that sink in.

Since I'm still an amateur, I'm trying to figure out this type of astrological side. So bear with me and if any other person who has exp, feel free to engage ☺️💗

My point is, the planet/sign in your 8 house can bring out sides in you that you may never have thought and you may attract that theme into your love life or relationships in gen.

Like im my case, i have mars in 8 house which traditionally rules Scorpio and Aries.

Aries is alot abt passion, quick attraction, chase and guess what? It s all there. I didn't even know his name for like 1 month but i still fell for him cause of his piercing. It was on site attraction.

Scorpio is abt passion, intensity, secrets and being guarded too. And once again, guess what??? I want to see him all the time but when i do get to see him, i look away cause ik he knows i like him but neither of us have verbally said it. It's like you feel it. It's intense.

So pay attention to your 8 house and 12th house too cause it is the house of hidden. You may secretly feel attracted towards those themes or may attract people with those themes.💗💗🕵️‍♀️

💪 you may attract alot of people with he same rising signs as yours. Like i have Libra rising and i have attracted quite alot of libras in my life atp.

💪 i Never believed that venus risings could be charming as fuck but GOD DAMMMNNNNNN the way my Libra rising ass gets compliments and somewhat misinterpreted as flirty just because I say thankyou or speak to them in a warm and sweet manner😂😂. It genuinely confuses me cause i have my eyes on one guy but i don't even speak to him 👁️👁️💧

💪 pisces men don't let go of arguments easily. More specifically sun, moon and Mars. Sometimes even mercury. Ik it. Cause my dads. One.🥲🙏

also babies sorry for the long break, all this uni shit had me 👁️👁️💧

Love you guys🤍❤️

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[ciagent8]

UNDERTALE YELLOW TECHNICALLY NOT LIVEPOSTING. PART 2!!! SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT

part one here if you guys like my rambling

we're back! we must continue the journey after . killing a lot of people.

this reminds me of that thing in undertale with the uhh. lesser dog snowmans. HONEYDEW RESORT ENTRANCE!!:

interesting. i wonder who runs this place? it looks cozy

(will ruin the atmosphere via murder) oh my GOD WHY IS THE WIND BLOWING. thats horrifying!

What.

I KNEW THERE WOULD BE A HIDDEN ENTRANCE IN THE BACK AHAHAHHAHAH

oh my god

who the hell killed everyone LAST time???

well. not for long. (slowly pulls out gun)

you dont FUCKING say huh

how is coffee better than ice.... oh . it isnt. nvm

so wait why would i use the coffee ammo??????? is there a reason or

oh man, im so happy i finished that puzzle!

(realizes i have to do it again) fuck

we are struggling YAY WE DID IT martlet fight(?):

oh you poor poor soul

girlie we are a Homicidal Child

Killing you

WHY IS STILL TRYING HELP US. WE ARE GOING TO KILL YOU

unfortunately, yes martlet, we DO try to kill everyone

yeah

HER MUSIC IS SO GOOD??? BUT AHHHHHHHH WHAT THE HELL ARE HER ATTACKS AHHHH-

oh my god

it took me 7 TRIES!!!! YAHOOOOO.

fuck. she retreated. is that supposed to happen?? i feel like maybe im on a neutral route now. im not sure if she was supposed to retreat or not, she also mentioned how like. shes glad we attacked early cause she would've told us where everyone else is. you know what i think im gonna retry the battle

interesting... if i apologize multiple times i get new dialogue. is she gonna spare us?

nevermind it doesnt do anything special it just. skips her boss and puts on neutral i suppose?

im gonna try apologizing and getting to her LAST line of dialogue and just. shooting her . eheheh

update: almost gave myself spoilers trying to see if there were any strategys (specifically for the part with the falling objects. god i hate that part)

so i just wasted time repeating the bossfight AND almost gave myself spoilers!! ..uwahhh

so. since i wasted so much time on martlet. i'll give some personal insight onto how the attack is.

God awful

most of her attacks are easy, *especially* since if you look at the crosshairs, it shows you what direction the attacks will go in/come from.

so all you need to do is just stand there.

with the boxes, you just have to stick to the ground. its safest, just make sure not to get crushed by objects/incoming boxes. the WORST attacks in my opinion would be the feathers exploding into 3 extra feathers attack, and the wind attack with falling objects.

the first of the two is easier, just stay away from the big red feathers and treat it all like a bullet hell.

i still havent figured out a strategy for the wind attack, i honestly just hope i dont get a bad combination of objects and usually heal right before the attack arrives.

but, yeah! i also noticed if you apologize and then attack right after, she seems to skip a line of dialogue and also maybe an attack? its hard to tell.

so yeah! apologies for rambling

moving on!

i like the fact you can see flowey during this cutscene

too bad we. crash. the boat.

whoops

YEAHHHHHHHHH desert!

i'd also like to ramble once more; i like how all of these locations and characters clover meet are kind of implied to exist at the same time as the other monsters?

like, the dark ruins: frisk wouldnt encounter it because she never falls into the dark ruins.

the other part of snowdin? it makes sense it exists; we took a different exit out of the ruins, and if you look at the base game, you can overlook a HUGE forest. who knows how many more monsters there are around?

i think im gonna feel the worst about killing him. look at him. a little guy

OH NO I JUST REALIZED

HIS ATTACKS ARE AFFECTED BY HOW DAMAGED HE IS..

CAUSE ON THE ATTACK WHERE HE GOES UP AND DOWN THE SCREEN HE JUST. STAYS AT THE TOP WITH A SAD EXPRESSION..

NOOO-

also for some reason they remind me of. binding of isaac enemies. i dont know why.

one mORE thing i'd like to wonder: where is mo????

is mo gonna like.. come back? im just curious cause like he got a whole intro, theme song, everything. so surely hes gonna come back right??

you've gotta be kidding me

this. this is just sad.

the singular tree in the desert

on a lighter note i love the sprite artwork though!!!

OH MY GOD MO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MO- DID HE JUST RIP OFF HIS SLEEVES??

hes like. trying so hard to be cool. and its kind of cool in a way if that makes any sense at all

hell yeah mo time

wait does he know we killed everyone

hell yeah mo

love how he doesnt care that he killed everyone he just wants money. i love mo. fuck i do NOT want to kill him

damn i just realized he leaves when you buy his stock. i wonder if maybe on a pacifist route that'd be how you befriend him?

too bad he's gonna. erm. probably die. damn i do not wanna kill him

i have one again reached my image limit so i am taking a break. thats all folks! hope you enjoy my ramblings

#undertale yellow #undertale yellow spoilers

[milaswriting]

mila hi i know this is super late but i finally played chapter nine and PLSJSJWISBWIZNZKSHZJ IM SICK IN THE HEAD WHAT WAS THAT 😭😭😭😭😭 IM NEVER BEATING THE WHORE ALLEGATIONS

no cause p’s rooftop scene made me so ill like “which part, the fact that we’re here together or you’re the first person i’ve ever brought here?” ??????? P WHY WOULD SAY THAT TO ME AND EXPECT ME TO BE NORMAL 😭😭😭😭 and at the party when you fix their collar and they hold your hands in placeemsjejdjwkxjwkwjsk 💘💘💘 p top tier ro fr no one’s doing it like them

and the library scene with k “you’re an all right vampire” “you’re an all right human” infhdhdjsbsjs giggling twirling my hair kicking me feet i usually go for the shy flirt options but that was just too good i’m a huge sucker for banters like that 😭😭😭 and when i tell you that as soon as i saw the choice to fix their curls i’ve never picked an option so fast LMFAOOO that is literally my dream interaction with k 🥰🥰 also my heart broke a little when they apologized for the compulsion again :(((

also b being an empath and absorbing emotions….. 💔 i realized i haven’t used kirsten in a b-only playthrough so i did this time and realizing that they both have a tendency to be a people pleaser highkey made me sad 🥲 and not to hc dump but mid to deep friendship stage i think maya would make blaze promise not to absorb her emotions ever again and just let her be sad

but anyway !!!! b not turning around in the necklace scene was so fucking insane of them like “it’s easier and more polite to compliment you when i’m looking at you” ok????? so kiss me????? 🙄 and when they pull mc in for a dance dnejakqKEKAKWKSJSBAKA “is that coupley enough for you?” “you know the answer to that is a yes” B SHUT UP SHUT UPPPPPPPPPP 😣😣😣😣

that said, i think a owned me this chapter KSKDKSKS no cause i legit didn’t know what to expect in the flirt scenes with them. their route def gave more than it was supposed to give 🤭🤭 and maybe i just missed it in the prev chapters but is this also the first time a addressed mc by their first name?? 👀 but yeah i did something right by making loren bold as hell because THE BOLD FLIRT OPTIONS WERE SO SCRUMPTIOUSJSJSNS when you give them a rose and they say you’re the first one to do that and the training room scene when you tell them you wanna get to know their talkative side more and they go “maybe you’ll get lucky” 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 “i’ve seen humans go to the grand royalton looking much worse” LIKE A BARE MINIMUM COMPLIMENT GOT ME BLUSHING IM SICK!!!!!!! also when a was like “oh” at the party and mc just goes “oh? OH?” PSLDJSJ THAT WAS FUNNY

also i love zeren sm <333 as soon as she mentioned she knows tristen i made sure all my golden girlies dated him for the extra drama 🤭 but yeah chapter 9 was too good i can’t stop thinking about it hssznjsbwjaj i’m literally so in love with all the ros i can no longer live one more day being single

I’ve read this like 6 times this morning, and I’ve taken screenshots of it so I think that shows how much I love this ask! I really love the fact that you liked chapter 9, and I love getting your reactions to stuff that I write, it genuinely makes my day—I could and will read them like the morning news. Ooo, alongside all your headcanons too!!! I love reading those, they very much change my brain chemistry, like tell me everything single goddamn thing about Loren, Lira, Kirsten and Maya !!!

Alsoo, Zeren was very much a last minute character that was created and I love her, and I’m glad someone else likes her because I personally think she’s a delight <33

But yeahhh, here’s my screaming about you and my ocs, and thanks so much for reading the latest chapter. I hope to bring another one very soon <333

#ask #nikka ✨

[cognitosclowns]

Can I request a fake-dating thing with Gigi? Maybe she needs a date for some big event and asks Reader to be her fake date, but ends up really liking their company? Thanks!!

OH FUCK IM GONNA EXPLODE. LIKE ACTUALLY START RICOCHETING OFF THE WALLS. THIS IS THE BEST TROPE TYSM

sfw!! just cuteness. It got long im sorry MSNDMSND

Ok usually she has a System (tm) for events, because when your schedule is as tight as hers, you need to have all your ducks in a row.

Usually she has a Shortlist of people she can ask in case she needs a Plus One!!

 Andre, Brett, Glenn, Myc (if she can convince him not to be too much fo a brat smdns) It's all platonic, usually one of those four can be bribed into an event with the promise of Alcohol and Free Food (and Brett does it Just To Be Helpful,, because,, it's Brett MSNDMS)

and yet, somehow, all four of these ungrateful little bastards can't pull through on this night.

And she can't go alone, for several reasons. In the circles she frequents (read : rich and judgemental) its essential to bring a Plus One, because everyone else is gonna have one, and if she doesn't she's gonna stick out.

Keeping up appearances is essential in her line of work, and she really doesn't need ppl starting a gossip train right now.

(and aside from that, it dissuades creeps so that's a plus)

AND THAT'S WHERE YOU COME IN BABEY!!!

you are her last hope lmao.

SHE SPOTS YOU FROM HER OFFICE AS SHE'S PACING AND IS LIKE 'you're my date now :)’

AND I MEAN,,, DID YOU REALLY HAVE ANYTHING BETTER TO DO? NO OFC NOT

She only vaguely knows you, but tbh she just needs someone to fill the slot. A beach-ball with a smiley face drawn on it ANYONE.

She even offers you 400$ to sweeten the pot!! Plus the usual promise of free food and rich people to laugh at.

Don't worry about getting an outfit, she works in media. She IS media lmao I have no doubt she's has plenty of experience in fashion, she can absolutely help you throw together an outfit and be out the door in like,, 10 minutes flat.

She isn't expecting much but?? It actually goes way smoother than planned??

It surprises her that you treat it like,, an actual date.

Like you ask questions? good questions?? Not just boring Rich People 'I-Don't-Actually-Care-I-Just-Need-To-Pretend-I'm-A-Person-And-Not-A-Walking-Bank-Account' questions??

You ask her about her ambitions? What was her favorite childhood memory? You two get into a 40 minute conversation about a bakery she misses from her hometown that closed down before she could get their cheesecake recipe??

and FUCK IF THAT ISN'T A BREATH OF FRESH AIR SMDNS

Like oh god you cannot imagine how mind numbing rich people are. Harder than the conspiracies and media scandals and weird social rules is trying to pretend to give a shit about Rich Boy #307's New Golf Course MSNDMS

She literally forgets to mingle.

You mention something about the Gardens and before she can even remember that yes, there was a goal behind her coming to this event, you two are giggling like teenagers running along the pavillion <33

YOU TWO BOLT THROUGH THE SPRINKLERS ITS SUPER FUN.

Occasionally it’ll strike her that she’s supposed to be inside, shmoozing, but she just convinces herself that oh well, she can just do that later.

It doesn't even strike her until her alarm goes off that she's spent the entire night just,, talking with you. 

(the ringtone, ofc, being the sound of someone calling her, so that she has a convenient excuse to get out of whatever she's doing and go home)

She decides Fuck It. You two talk for another forty minutes, laying back on the freshly-trimmed grass before a butler eventually comes out to shoo you off the property MNSDMSN

She drives you home!! Well, her chauffeur drives you home, but she sits with you in the back!!

(She specifically asks her chauffeur to take a slightly longer route, so you two can finish your convo about the musical conventions in Sweeney Todd, because she hasn’t gotten to talk about that shit in YEARS SHES NOT PASSING UP THIS OPPORTUNITY)

She still offers you that 400$, because it's the least she could do for you helping her out w/ something so last minute, not to mention having you stay way later than expected, but you turn it down.

You said something about how ‘getting to get to know a woman as sweet as her was payment enough <3′ and just. left.

it leaves her so completely stunned that she doesn’t hear her driver when they ask if she’d like to be dropped off at home. 

She literally just sits there staring at the spot where you were sitting, holding 400$, feeling absolutely dazed. She’s smiling like an idiot and she doesn’t even CARE THAT WAS SO CUTE OF YOU-

She calls you two weeks later for another event, and you say yes without hesitation <3

#gigi thompson #gigi thompson x reader #x reader #inside job x reader #sfw #WAS THIS TOO OOC LMK SMDNSMD #it was super cute to write. gigi gigi gigi i love you i love you I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU #THIS IS THE DREAM <333333333333 #I like to think she didn't grow up in the .00001% of people she just. rose up through the ranks from her journalism + media work #so she just. kinda hates rich people. MSNDMSND LIKE THEY FEEL SO PLASTIC AND FAKE. SHE KINDA HATES HAVING TO MINGLE WITH THESE #OUT OF TOUCH WEIRDOS #and. most of her job is dealing with said out-of-touch weirdos. #SO YEAH when you two go to the party she's kinda thrown for a loop about how. wow you're a PERSON you're TALKING WITH HER you arent talking #about Stocks thank FUCK SMDNSMD #also she's a film bro (affectionate) she works in media theres. no way she isn't a huge film buff #im sorry i have so many. thoughts about gigi. i love her your honor i need more gigi content #THERES SO MUCH FUN STUFF IN HER CHARACTER. KISS KISS KISS KISS KISS KISS KISS KIS #'they're the prada of secret societies and you all ignore me' HAS SO MUCH. THERES SO MUCH. #EEEEHEHE >:)))) outis is queueing up some posts. look at me getting in the GROOVE

[autisticlenaluthor]

you know what makes me crazy? im sorry can I say this? you know what makes me nuts? the fact that we could be together here, together sharing our night, spending our time. but you are gonna choose someone else to be with, no you are, yes Jamie that's exactly what you're doing. you could be here with me or be there with them, as usual guess which you pick. no- Jamie you do not have to go to another party with the same twenty jerks you already know. you could stay with her wife on her fucking birthday and you could god forbid even see my show!! and I know in your soul it must drive you crazy that you dont get too play with your little girlfriends. no im not- no im not, and the point is Jamie, that you can't spend a single day that's not about you and you and nothing but you. marvelous novellus you, itsn't he wonderful just twenty eight the savior of writing!! you and you and nothing but you. miles and piles of you, pushing through windows and bursting through walls on route to the sky

[yuukei-yikes]

why do you hate the 2nd manga route?

WHOA WHOA HEY HEY HEY WHOA HWOA WHOA WHOA HEY HEY MAN LETS TALK ABOTU THIS HEY HEY WHOIA *acts like im being robbed*

i DONT HATE THE SECOND MANGA ROUTE I DONT I DONT I DONT i really dont. the more i deny it the more it seems im lying but i truly dont hate it LOL its just..... VERY different from the regular routes and im. very. particular. about things changing from what i am used to. my friends keep linking me to something called the autism test but dont worry about it

and while i was reading and seeing the story i am so, so used to and SO, SO obsessed with be so different i was very. not super happy about it. after noticing it was some sort of origin story i kinda started liking it though. i keep saying shit like skip it and etc because i wouldnt call it beginner friendly likeee i rly would place this route as the LAST kagepro thing to consume out of everything else lmao NOT BECAUSE I DISLIKE IT but bc like A LOT FUCKING HAPPENS its so difficult to keep up with it and also i read it once and it was a while ago so. idk i might be misremembering and it might not be that confusing but nah im pretty sure anyone can agree with me. it differs a lot and its like a lot happening

.......BUT. there IS one thing. i do fucking hate. like truly truly hate. and makes me just be like eugh to the whole route because they just DONT. GET. SOMEONE RIGHT. AND IT MAKES ME SO FUCKING. INSANE. yes baby. im gonna talk about harutaka. more particularly takane. lost days happens to be the only bit of second manga route ive reread a few times too and i have very. very. very strong feelings about it. UNDER THE CUT THOUGH. IM NOT SO EVIL TO MAKE U SCROLL THRU IT <3

(warning spoilers for second manga route lol also lots of swearing and me being. honestly an annoying person. dont take my yelling to heart please i am just very passionate) (and when i say you or call u stupid i do not mean you as like the person sending the ask or anyone reading. imagine im talking to a wall i just need to get my feelings out)

TAKANE WOULD NOT FUCKING KILL HERSELF IF HARUKA DIED YOU IDIOT PIECE OF SHIT IM GOING TO RIP ALL MY HAIR OUT I FUCKING HATE THIS SOOOOOOOOOOOO MUCH AND ALSO IDIOT THEY WOULD NOT JUST NOT SEE HARUKA BC SHE'S LIKE OMG HE HAS ANOTHER FRIEND BWAAAH BWAAAAH ARE U STUUUUUPID ARE YOU STUPID ARE YOU ACTUALLY STUPID INSIDE OF UR HEAD.

everyone: omg vinnie u must be so happy with the harutaka in second manga route they reunite theyre so cute

me: *throws up inside a bag*

ok. let me make exactly 3 points.

1. haruka and shintaro become bffs4ever in the regular route too. haruka and takane are friends BEFORE haruka and shintaro become close in the regular route too. haruka and takane meet secluded, just the 2 of them with only each other, BEFORE haruka and shintaro become close in the regular route too. there is. absolutely no fucking reason for this takane to just be THAT insecure about haruka having a new friend. like absolutely none. what is the reason. that she's not in the hospital anymore? that she doesnt meet shintaro alongside haruka? that ayano isnt in the picture? none of these things should MATTER to make that big of a change. the only thing i can imagine is the fact takane sort of has to leave the setting where he's usually at arms reach to haruka and she felt replaced? but that's like such a reach and it MAKES NO SENSE. AND SHE WOULD NOT DO IT. TAKANE WOULD WALK IN THERE WITH ITS SILLY LITTLE GIFT BAG and even if they did get jealous/feel insecure, he'd do it AFTER FUCKING WALKING IN AND VISITING HARUKA. real takane would NOT LET ANYTHING come between them and seeing haruka. u are sick in ur head and its WRONG. WRONG. WRONG. WRONG. takane would be happy haruka has a new friend even if she doesnt like shintaro. her "selfishness" as they'd call it to see haruka would be stronger than any kind of "waaa im no good for him he has another friend i better leave then he HATES me" girl no lmao takane's desire to be by haruka's side will always be stronger than any insecurity. this is fundamental to the whole fucking "haruka i love you" thing. it is fundamental to ene and shintaro, bc she feels this kinship over being a "selfish" person. idiot. ugh. this pisses me off so much.

2. takane. would not. KILL HERSELF OVER HARUKA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THEY. WOULD KNOW. HARUKA WOULD WANT THEM TO LIVE THE LIFE HE CANT. AND EVEN IF THEY DIDNT KNOW SHED END UP REASONING IT. hi. headphone actor. have u read it. have you. hey. TAKANE DOES NOT WANT TO DIE. even if the world was ending. takane would not. want. to die. takane wants to live. id add the screenshots but tumblr wont let me add pics in my huge insane text but its in the second novel last headphone actor chapter, azami(?) tells takane even if they go back out the daze there is no place left for her and takane says that's fine, they'll find somewhere. they will make a place for themselves. takane would NOT. kill itself. especially not because of someone else. even in a world where no red eye shit happens and haruka dies of his disease naturally and takane would still just grow up without him. ofc itd hurt like hell and it'd mourn her like crazy but they wouldnt kill themselves over it. oh my god. u fucking UUUUGHHHH IT PISSES ME OFF SO BAD YOU DONT UNDERSTAND HER AT ALLLLLLL IM GONNA EXPLODE. yuukei quartet where the healthy pair wanna kill themselves but the unhealthy pair wanna live so bad *my descent into madness is complete* anyways. TAKANE WOULDNT COMMIT SUICIDE. also its fucking ridiculous that they'd do that and end up involved in the red eyes shit by the PURE COINCIDENCE that they kill themselves that day over something unrelated like LMAO thats fucking stupid and love interest syndrome shit dont you DARE do my guy enomoto takane like this. dont you DARE. TAKANE. WOULD NOT. COMMIT. SUICIDE. LET ALONE. OVER. HARUKA.

and 3. take ive read maybe twice but have made me so angry theyve burned a place in my heart waiting for the day i could get an excuse to get it out is... people saying the harutaka in this route is the best because "takane doesnt treat haruka badly like she does normally" erm. ur an idiot. GOD i fucking know the whole tsundere punches crush trope fucking sucks but honest to god anime DOES THAT and everyone in universe takes it lightly bc ANIME. DOES THAT. and its obviously not as SERIOUS as it would be in real life and i will tell u what we do we IGNOREEEEE it bc it adds fucking nothing. like get some fucking nuance come on we got a whole other character like kido telling her brother who was beat as a kid that they wont stop punching him "for his own good". i think we can realise when the writer is being stupid instead of being like yeah these people that dont exist are bad people and abusive. girl no like just stop theyre fictional, someone is WRITING THEM.

and in hs takane's attitude towards haruka in regular routes is grumpy, YEAHHH OFC and theyre snarky and rude and pushy and whatever u want but also god hes a 17 year old with a stupid crush and yknow WHAT I LOVE about them which is HOW i got so obsessed with these 2 in the first place. that theyre friends first and foremost. its always shown and said takane is haruka's most direct support and something that fucking irks me in some fan content is takane being portrayed as this blushing mess that cant talk to haruka GIRL u dont UNDERSTAND THEM. theyre best friends. takane is normal to haruka even if she gets flustered sometimes. like... idk yknow how in the sixth novel i think its like the first lost days chapters where takanes chewing haruka out for not drawing anything yet and generally being a huge bitch but like. thru the whole thing she's described as like smiling and sorta just fucking with him. bc theyre in a truly ridiculous situation and yeah haruka doesnt receive it lightly he thinks shes being harsh but like wow. takane is a flawed character who would fucking imagine do u want a fucking medal like thats THE POINT why do u think this bitch just swallowed her feelings and shit and like shintaro drowned in their guilt and self hatred for 2 years. are u serious. obviously takanes attitude to haruka in highschool isnt the best but also that is the POOOOOOOOIIIIINNNNTTTTTT. why do you THINK she feels so much self hatred. and also despite that THEYRE BEST FRIENDS WHO HANG OUT AND LOVE EACH OTHER and haruka thought highly of her and adored her and ough ok this is about takane dont get me started on haruka but like. yeah she is harsh and silly abt its crush but theyre best friends first and foremost is nice to him and usually people like when people are nice so haruka likes her. there's loads of instances where takane is as nice as they are in the second manga route. so jot that down.

takane's love interest syndrome in second manga route. literally the most tragic thing in the world. i do ADORE the goodbye she has with shintaro like that bit is genuinely one of my all time fave kagepro moments and it is from this route but second manga route takane during the prequel bit??? absolutely fucking TERRIBLE. NO ONE UNDERSTANDS HER LIKE I DO. NOOOOO ONE. AND HAVING THIS "CANON" SHIT TREAT THEM THIS WAY MAKES MY BLOOD BOIL. i hate it so much to the point yeah i could say i fucking hate the second manga route. like i just wrote this huge ass text that i spent *looks at time*a whole hour writing so im all fired up and ofc when i calm down im gonna say waht i said at first like No i dont hate this route bc truly i dont but i hate this takane thing so fucking much i might as well just hate the whole route. do not fucking mess with my blorbo. i didnt have it under the microscope for 10 years only for you to do this to it.

manga: i give you haruka pov!

me: YAYY

manga: in exhange of takane getting love interest syndrome <3

me: WAIT WHAT

#if u click read more. i am so sorry #i promise im a normal person like #im nice and u can be my friend im hey dont walka way hey hey he #ask tag #kagexplain #kagenalysis

[akaisenhatake]

What is the corruption?

oh hsjdjsgdf i didnt think you'd be interested in my silly curse concept, alright here we go

to sum it up, corruption is like what you call a parasite. they're like a black and blue goo with static-like effect to it. usually cover the sclera and mouth skull area, which makes the person look like they're smiling. they are also like another entity, as if there's another soul sharing the same body but traps you in so they could take over which was the case for jacob. the growth process of corruption includes the carrier / holder having repeated trauma or events that negatively affacted them, so in short if you've seen enough fucked up shit you may as well have a full grown corruption by then.

corruption has been around since the beginning of the wizarding era but often not noticed. though people usually mistaken them for an obscurus, but believe me they're not any similar.

what do they do u ask? well to say the least they're just like a wild animal living in a human body. they all have at least one talent that is usually feral like, survival or hunting. if the person hasn't awaken their corruption yet, their talent are usually much weaker compared to when it's awakened.

there are two kinds of corruption: corruption carrier & corruption holder. yes they sound almost the same but hear me out- corruption holder is the infected and corruption carrier is well, the infector. the holders are rarely seen due to how short their lifespan are, as for the carrier they usually end up,,,,,, throwing themselves off a cliff with their last bit of sanity in hopes of not continuing the corruption heritage. the only known corruption carrier bloodline revealed was the clark family, but it's unclear if there are other carrier families across the globe.

fun fact, their static goo is also their blood that were once red of course. they can camouflage themselves as ur common red blood cell but once you put fire they'll 'die' and turn back to their original color.

these static goos can also shapeshift, from a normal claw to a whole damn axe, though they're usually attached to the body part. hell, some corruption can duplicate themselves just to survive longer.

corruption holders like rakepick, ryu [shiratori] and burke all end up dead for they failed to eliminate their target as tasked. jacob is the reason of their death as he was the one who infected them. i wont go into detail into how they die but i can tell you its very brutal LMAO

is there a way to get rid of corruption? yes there actually is. there was a third kind of corruption that opposes them like an antidote but they're once in a lifetime situation. they're called purifiers. purifiers are a sort of corruption when the carrier/ holder with the purest of heart, mind and soul. it doesn't matter if you've lived through bad events or experienced them, as long as you're strong enough to break through the corruption barrier you're trapped in then you can evolve into a purifier.

the only con of this kind of corruption is that they have about a 2-3 week lifespan. for daniel's case [ not canon route] is that he was already dead when he turned into a purifier, which means he didn't even have the time to say goodbye before he turn into glowing ashes after 'getting rid' of jacob's corruption.

woo thats a lot lol, hope u understand whatever i just said. here are some art pieces of corruption i did so can get a grip of what im sayin

jacob's hyena - corruption holder : self duplicating

blue / black static goo covering the face + some of the forms it can shapeshift into. oh and the clark family lol. most of the corruption carriers are male.

old notes + concepts [some may be inaccurate cause they're really old]

k thats all lolll i might make more art regarding of corruption.

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #harry potter hogwarts mystery #just akai things #hphm mc #daniel julieus clark #jacob julieus clark #julieus aciano clark #send asks #my art

[itsjaywalkers]

hello laurie<3 the two hour class route anon here and i wanted to tell you that i just finished reading nothing happens. and oh god. oh gOD?? OH MY FUCKING GOD JAMES ARE YOU OKAY??? I CANNOT BELIEVE THE MAN WHAT IS HE DOING WTF???? but also like... get it tho i hope u stay delusional as long as possible bc ohh he's gonna get so hurt😭😭 also him just casually saying 'we're such bros<3' abt reg after haviNG HIS HAND DOWN HIS PANTS HE'S SO UNSERIOUS ONG😭 and reg is just like '🧍‍♂️is this bitch fr-' bc wHAT is the meaning of platonic for these two

but. also. james just feeling sm love for reggie from when they meet that he doesn't even suspect he has romantic feelings for him bc he's just. always felt that way???? oh my GOD IM ACTUALLY GOING INSANE

also emma😭 she's just going through it bc what kind of shit is this man pulling w her i was actually flabbergasted reading how james justified that damn kiss ong???

honestly just really looking forward to sirius' reaction to all this when he figures it out. i mean he spent like 3 years having his bsf and brother be jealous of each other for having to share him and now they're just doing whatever it is that they're doing and he cant even get mad at james bc the man doesn't even know‼️‼️ he's actually gonna go bald over these two omg

absolutely love them sm will be thinking abt these two on the route tmrw they're so so precious and silly i love them hope they get their shit together, even if its just for the sake of sirius' hair💗 thank you soo much for writing and sharing them with us i hope you have a great week<33

(also- didn't manage to complete the paper but the deadline hasn't passed yet so i'll just complete it tomorrow)

OMG HI BABE <333 genuinely don't know how u can deal with such a long commute, it takes me like . 45 min to get to work and that's already painful enough..

anyway HE IS NOT OKAY THAT'S THE PROBLEM and yes he's gonna get quite hurt, both he and reggie will be suffering A Lot and it's mostly bc they're dumb . and ridiculous . and also obsessive and toxic and don't know how to maintain a healthy dynamic. the make out scene is HILARIOUS to me, i couldn't keep a straight face while writing it, james is not real he really isn't. reg is at his fucking limit ngl. and also . quite confused

HE LOVES REGGIE SO FUCKING MUCH LIKE IT'S LOWKEY CONCERNING ATP but yeah if u stop and think about it, it does make sense, why james is unable to . distinguish between platonic and romantic when it comes to reg

I KNOWWWW i'm team james always that's my boy but also . i totally support emma, she should've punched him imo, bc what was james even saying HE WAS SO FUCKING INFURIATING DURING THAT WHOLE CONVO I SWEAR

oooooh i'm also looking forward to writing sirius' reaction, it's one of my fav parts of nothing happens, bc he does . go insane . although probably not for the usual reasons. but it's a very complicated situation and sirius is kinda . conflicted considering who are the ppl involved. IT'S SUCH A MESS he will go bald at this rate

i'm so very happy you like them so far and that ur loving this series this much <3 ESPECIALLY CONSIDERING YOU'VE BEEN BRAINROTTING ABOUT THEM (me too btw ur so very real). and they will get their shit together i promise!! it's gonna take quite long and i can't promise they'll have a healthy relationship by the end of this but !! they'll sort things out <333

(good luck my love, i hope u finish it in time for the deadline, i'm rooting for u and sending u a very big hug LOVE U <3)

#asks #insane commute nonnie #fic series: nothing happens #i hope u know this ask made my whole day #single-handedly pulled me through work i'm so serious

[yuoic]

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dreamed of such a beautiful woman [not Kaylie Minogue or Angelina Jolie beautiful, but Drew Barrymore or Helena Bonham Carter beautiful - you know, on the uncommon/exotic end of the spectrum (my favourite kind of beautiful, that is)]

golden, short, slightly curvy hair; fairly tall; carelessly, effortlessly good-looking fashion wise.

we were back in my hometown, at the house of my great-grandparents (parents of my grandfather on my father's side). we = my family. and there was this apocalyptic sort of situation going on such that were okay and chill but preferably locked down in that house.

then i decided to take a short walk as usual and found that i walked a bit further away than intented and/or just decided to take the bus back home, but that route i took and the bus were/looked pretty IRL from here, not my hometown. Anyway, in that bus i see this woman (my age), the tall, golden haired one. i say she was careless fashion wise because she was wearing shorts - guess military green, thigh high shorts -, tactical boots, and this... coat, whith, like, a bit of sheep fur inside? and the coat i think was also green or dark? and a white, tight shirt of anything (whatever cartoon, or perhaps a brand of cereal?). I could even add she had like a hat of some sort? you get the point.

she was chanting I don't know what exactly, but it was about... resistance against capitalism or... things. and i somehow knew- perhaps she was also shouting that too -that she was part of this around 10 people commune, and at the same time part of a polyam whatever (obviously). but she was charming. and we started talking and she eventually invited me over - perhaps not to live with them but, like a tour or something.

then (since she was polyam) she started making advances and l responded bla bla bla. point is she was so kind [and i was so unbearably, mawkingly sentimental, as usual (i insist: my brain knows me only too well)] and loving i was reduced to dust on the floor. i remember that she said [jesus christ, this is so embarrassing because that's EXACTLY something i would do and say in such situation... how can people put up with me at all???] "hey, would you like to listen to this pink floyd vinyl?" (i *hate* pink floyd, and i knew it in my dream, too) and i said "as long as we listen to it together (; " [JSKDKSKKFNSNFSKNFMS 🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮 (too fucking accurate)] and this golden haired woman blushed slightly, said thank you to the lamest 'smooth' move she's probably heard in decades, and (later that day) she kind of wanted to.. um, thank me? for being 'sweet' to her? so she made this improvised- but super cute -thing, like a birthday card format but handmade, decorated with stuff, and it simply said in stylish text [*her* very particular sort of stylish: kind of fucked up letters but with evident effort into the aesthetic, pretty nicely overall] something along the lines of "how do i take care of you/what is it that you find sweet so that i know/how do you like to be treated so that i know how to take care of you". and it fucked me up so hard xdxd because im evidently unused to such things that i just froze and didn't say anything, just stood there staring at the letter/card she gave me and thinking of an answer. What a nice woman/dream.

then i dreamed of Louis Walsh xD as a judge (yes, im a huge fan of the X Factor but the bad auditions only; im obsessed with them) of some show; that he was given the choice to pick one song out of 5 to dance it himself! and he chose the gagnam style ("so that people can have a good laugh" he said, but in the most expressionless face in this world hhahahajja), then put up a clownish, glittery purple huge, puffy top hat, and started dancing. but then someone grabbed the mic (at the other end of the place), which was apparently normal, and started saying, like, sarcastic things about how the mexican movie industry keeps only an unfair amount of the money they make/made out of The Lord of The Rings movies and all the rest goes to Sony (i have no idea if Sony really has the rights xd that was just in my dream), "not even taking into account the popcorn and candy sales" those people said (they were two men) xD

then i dreamed that I was in new york (?) i was fucking around in central park, just chilling at a bench or something, and that i got a new black, very resistant backpack, as in those big backpacks that aren't backpack shaped. like this but it looked even more like just a bag. and i remember talking about it with someone (a very old acquaintance from school; i met him when I was 15), and they said "oh yea, i remember your old backpack! it was al ripped and worn-out" (?) for whatever my brain meant with that - with any of those three dreams.

#dream journal #personal #the commune i understand because i was watching a documentary where they mentioned kibbutz #and the mexican movie industry part i also understand because i was talking with a friend about a job i had as production assistant #and the new york part i get as well because the documentary mentioned some idiot living there for a while

[baekhvuns]

Don't know many spicy details, but the stories are usually just funny or boring, lol. I'm also taking them with a grain of salt. I personally know some people who are more or less famous right now, British ones mostly so 👀

Hahahaha yes, it screams THAT fandom and misogyny too 🤡

Yeah, like we said you can't judge someone's preferences from their looks or behaviour (most of the time), but it's safe to say majority doesn't have daddy kink, I don't think it's as popular as fic writers want us to believe jsysusuisshsha also SHOCKINGLY some people have no kinks and it's fine. I see a lot of headcanons and all the kinks are rather strong like degrading, spitting, daddy, pee, breeding, choking, size kink LADS PLS RELAXXXXXX

I can get behind professor fics, but when the other person is a professor or something like that as well. Or when they're at least at uni. You don't have to be that young to study, I read a fic when one character was around 27 and came back to studying. But most people choose that questionable and boring route... we can settle on tutor Hwa though 🤗

A lot of BADDDDD BEHAVIOUR exhibited in that MV I'll not talk about it further because 😵 but I'll be thinking about those bandages and tongues and thrusts. While we're at it, some people are fucking gross, they're like LET US SEE THE ABS WTF. Don't fans know how difficult it was for Hwa during Inception era? And they wanna force Hongjoong to show his too, I see too many tweets like this "Hongjoong you're next!' or "omgggg we were robbed of Hwa's abs" like??? Some members don't even have abs atm, and let's be honest they usually show their stomach when there's a six pack going on, because that's what sells

Anyway look at this sexyman boxer to lil cute scientist real quick. I'll take both, thanxx

https://twitter.com/sanhwafile/status/1526593361569775617?t=pR64RnZYna82TMEVdXJPXg&s=19

Look, DV promo pictures were giving sirens or mermans and I need to see it okay. Siren Hwa luring Y/N with his voice?! I know sirens are not exactly the nicest creatures - I mean I never met one, but ajhdjsjsnudjsjs the stories are usually of them killing people, maybe they deserved it though. Regardless SOMEONE PLS SIREN/MERMAN HWA 🙏🤲

The universe photos also made me think about Gods AU AGAIN, Seonghwa as a GOD 👁👄👁 someone said Seonghwa as the son of Hades and Persephone once and I haven't moved on... or Seonghwa AS Hades... OR Persephone 😌

And bestie are you seeing SVT? Someone listened and is actually going to Canada! Really pissed off they said nothing about Europe :"))))) - DV 💖

hihi !!

Don't know many spicy details, but the stories are usually just funny or boring, lol. I'm also taking them with a grain of salt. I personally know some people who are more or less famous right now, British ones mostly so 👀

AHHHHH thwkfhek if there’s any tea <3 we are available <3 to listen <3 OH some others 👁👄👁 ik someone who once made out with post malone,,, took it with a grain of salt bc 😭🤚🏼 BRITISH ONES HELLAUR WHO 👁

Hahahaha yes, it screams THAT fandom and misogyny too 🤡

tHE WAY UTS ALWAYS THAT FANDOM TOO 😭😭😭 so interested to see how they react with the enlistment <3

Yeah, like we said you can't judge someone's preferences from their looks or behaviour (most of the time), but it's safe to say majority doesn't have daddy kink, I don't think it's as popular as fic writers want us to believe jsysusuisshsha also SHOCKINGLY some people have no kinks and it's fine. I see a lot of headcanons and all the kinks are rather strong like degrading, spitting, daddy, pee, breeding, choking, size kink LADS PLS RELAXXXXXX

NAURR FRRR THE HEADCANONS RANGE FROM WILD TO WILDERR !!!! i see the “rough sex, choking, deep throating” and im logging out BDMWBDFBEM nO fr some ppl are just here to vibe and it’s so fun when u tell them what types of kink there are,,, YEAAAH MAJORITY WONT HAVE THE DADDY KINK,,, like do they,, are they going to say daddy in korean ???? appa??? NAUURRRRRRR 🔫🔫

I can get behind professor fics, but when the other person is a professor or something like that as well. Or when they're at least at uni. You don't have to be that young to study, I read a fic when one character was around 27 and came back to studying. But most people choose that questionable and boring route... we can settle on tutor Hwa though 🤗

NO BC THATS SO TRUE MOST CHOOSE RHE QUESTIONABLE ROUTE ive always (in my drafts) chosen where the teacher in question is like a teacher’s assistant and takes over the class and isn’t that old (bc assistants r usually younger right) so the level of age is good and nOT THE 35 YO TEACHER AND A 23 STUDENT,,,, tutor hwa ☺️☺️ that one i can get behind too

A lot of BADDDDD BEHAVIOUR exhibited in that MV I'll not talk about it further because 😵 but I'll be thinking about those bandages and tongues and thrusts.

YEAH YEAH. THE WHITE SWEATS DID NOT BFWMBDKWBFKW WHEN THEY DID THE CHORUS IN THE SWEATS PASSED OUT 😭😭😭 i had to sHEILD MY EYES “wOAHHH! HELPO?? KQ??”

While we're at it, some people are fucking gross, they're like LET US SEE THE ABS WTF. Don't fans know how difficult it was for Hwa during Inception era? And they wanna force Hongjoong to show his too, I see too many tweets like this "Hongjoong you're next!' or "omgggg we were robbed of Hwa's abs" like??? Some members don't even have abs atm, and let's be honest they usually show their stomach when there's a six pack going on, because that's what sells

DUDE THAT FHHDBSJ PISSES ME OFF SO MUCH like why do u wanna see their skin so bad? why u want to see their abs 😭😭 imagine if the roles were reversed how troubling that would be OR if u were in the position of the idol asked to do that by ur fans how uncomfortable that would be ????

no bc u could see it in his cheekies how much it affected him, the abs weren’t important 😭😭 his cheekies were

Anyway look at this sexyman boxer to lil cute scientist real quick. I'll take both, thanxx https://twitter.com/sanhwafile/status/1526593361569775617?t=pR64RnZYna82TMEVdXJPXg&s=19

HES SO im gonna eat him, u will never know which one but i will eat him 🔫

Look, DV promo pictures were giving sirens or mermans and I need to see it okay. Siren Hwa luring Y/N with his voice?! I know sirens are not exactly the nicest creatures - I mean I never met one, but ajhdjsjsnudjsjs the stories are usually of them killing people, maybe they deserved it though. Regardless SOMEONE PLS SIREN/MERMAN HWA 🙏🤲

HEAR ME OUT I HAVE A SIREN READER X RESEARCHER HWA,,, and atlantis <3 BRAKDHWK SEONGHWA PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN AU RN RN !!!!!

The universe photos also made me think about Gods AU AGAIN, Seonghwa as a GOD 👁👄👁 someone said Seonghwa as the son of Hades and Persephone once and I haven't moved on... or Seonghwa AS Hades... OR Persephone 😌

GET OUT NOT THEIR SON, DONT PLANT THIS IN MY BRAIN DV ANON I WILL COMBUST QUITE ALOT FBWMFBWK

And bestie are you seeing SVT? Someone listened and is actually going to Canada! Really pissed off they said nothing about Europe :"))))) - DV 💖

YES I MAY BE !!!! if the tickets aren’t expensive ofc but knowing hybe 😭😭 hopefully the back rows aren’t that expensive but i will go bc i will regret not going then i just want to experience aju nice 10x BFMWBDKW THEYRE ADDING MORE DATES SO MAYHAPS EUROPE IS IN THERE !!!

also bestie u have been aussie right? i might be going next year! if u have any recs of places to go as tourists pls do 🤲🏼🤲🏼 i think melbourne, sydney, brisbane and adelaide and or we forget abt that and go jaipur <3

#✉️ : ask #dv 💖 anon

[miekasa]

Mie, I’m begging for some Jean college au bf hcs - im literally so down bad for this man and the way you write men is just 🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻

Absolutely, not a problem 😌 I saved this ask as a draft a while ago when you sent it, sorry for just now getting to it. Anyway, I love Jean with my whole heart, best boy, best boyfriend <33

King of forehead kisses, and not even just because of his height in comparison to yours; he just likes it. He likes the feeling of pressing his lips against your skin, and making you feel safe.

Brings you tea or coffee however you like it every day without fail. If he can get it to you in the morning before work/school then he’ll do that, if not he’ll meet you some time in the middle of the day to drop it off. Your own personal courier just for drinks.

He… has a thing for long(er) nails. He loves the feeling of them against his skin, even if you’re not scratching to apply pressure—just you holding his hand them grazing his skin is enough for him.

That being said, he will pay for you to get your nails done. Actually, he’ll pay for… almost anything you want, but the nails benefit him as much as they do you so feel free to ball out.

He never blowdries his hair because he doesn’t... know how to do the back of it. You did it for him once and he hasn’t stopped thinking about it since, but he’s also too embarrassed to ask you to do/style it again.

On the subject of hair, he does do his best to style it and take care of it, but he’s a sucker whenever you play with it. Sometimes he feigns like you’re messing up all his hard work, but he’ll literally crane his head into your touch. He loves it. 

The first time he lays on top of you and you run your hands through his hair... top 10 most euphoric moments of his life. He tries to fight off the sleep threatening to take over him, but it’s futile. Give it 15 minutes at most before he’s knocked out like a baby. 

Dogs love him. Anytime you’re in a park or just taking a walk and there’s a dog around, it’ll come up to him and he looks adorable leaning down to pet it. He loves dogs, too! So he’s always happy to stop and pet them. He’d be a 10/10 dog dad. 

Has your name saved in his phone with two hearts at the end. Do not point it out.

Loves taking pictures together and if you guys are on a date, he’ll ask someone to get a picture for him. He just likes having them to look back on (and to send to his mom, later).

He doesn’t mind painting classes or videos or tutorials, but he hates paint by numbers kits. He claims that they have no sense of color theory and that it takes the originality and fun out of painting. Not to mention the quality of the paints isn’t great to begin with; all of which he takes very seriously.

It’s pretty cute actually, to see him get worked up over the paint kits. He claims that painting and drawing isn’t even something he takes “that seriously,” it’s just a hobby for him (one he’s insanely good at); but in moments like these, you can tell that he’s way more into art and art theory and history than he lets on. 

Huge movie guy, from animated movies to martial arts movies, Jean is usually willingly to give anything a watch at least once. When he’s high, he can go on about his favorite directors and art styles and movie details for hours if you don’t stop him. It’s super cute. Just don’t bring up Moana, because he’ll start crying. 

Arm around the shoulder kind of boyfriend for sure. It’s a casual way of keeping you near him and letting everyone know that you guys are together. Plus it allows for him to easily pull you into him for a quick forehead kiss when needed.

Listen. If you hug his arm, he’s on cloud nine. He tries to be nonchalant about it but he’s about three seconds away from his eyes rolling back in his head it feels that good to him. Bonus if you lean your head on his bicep a little—then he’s a goner.

He takes his bagels very seriously and believes that both you and him deserve nothing but the best quality bagels. He’ll grumble if a bakery gives you guys a less than favorable one and make a note that taking the long route to get to his favorite place is much more worth it.

Always makes you walk on the side furthest from the cars. If he notices you’re not, he’ll just shuffle behind you until he’s shouldering the street and you’re on the inside. 

He grew up on a kind of modern ranch situation; not exactly all the way in the countryside, but not isolate from the city, either. Because of this, he knows how to ride horses, take care of smaller farm animals, tend to plants, and yes he knows how to use a lasso. You wouldn’t know any of that though, because he never ever talks about it. The only way you find out is when he takes you to visit his mom’s house for the first time, and she asks him for a hand around the place. 

(He’s got a cowboy hat, too, but refuses to put it on. He got it when he was, like, nine, okay, leave him alone). 

When he thinks you look tired, he’ll wrap his arms around your shoulders to hug you. It’s usually followed up with a kiss to your head, and a promise that you guys will go home soon and get food on the way. 

He’s a really good cook. He just understands and flavors and pairings really well, so he doesn’t need a recipe to make something that tastes good; he just kind of knows what to add to get the balance he’s looking for. 

Naturally, he’ll cook for you. Especially if he finds out that you haven’t eaten all day/in a long time. He doesn’t care if it’s 11pm and it might seem excessive to make steak and potatoes with a side salad at this hour, he’s gonna do it to make sure you eat, and you are going to sit there and watch. 

He also bakes pretty well, though he isn’t as experimental with his baking as he is with his cooking. He usually sticks to what he knows, and it’s not cupcakes and brownies and cakes; he’s better at croissants, and cheesecakes, and canelés. 

Dating Jean means getting along with his friends. If you guys didn’t know each other before you started dating, be prepared to be ambushed by Connie and Sasha (after Jean stops hiding you away and gives them the green light lmfao). Neither of them waste time with the small talk and formalities; straight into mini golfing and beer pong. They make you feel welcome right away.

Sasha always teases that you’re too good for Jean, and that she might just steal you away for herself some day. Sasha is also Jean’s main confidant, so she really knows just how much he loves you, and yeah, she teases him for being lovesick, but really she’s happy for Jean. And proud of him for facing his feelings like this. 

Connie adores you, and you know he trusts you when he starts going to you for advice/help. Could be anything from schoolwork, to what color he should get his new shoes in. He’s also the one who, surprisingly, you have the sentimental talks with about your relationship with Jean. It’s easy to overlook, but Connie loves Jean, and he’s come to love you too; he just wants you both to be happy, so he’s there to listen when you need it. 

Jean waits outside of your classroom after you’ve had a test or presentation, usually with a drink or a snack, or the promise of taking you out as a treat. Always tells you he’s proud of you, and is there to comfort you if you think you didn’t do too well. 

He does not shut up about whatever major you’re in. It could be the same as his; it could be the complete opposite as his. He thinks it’s so sick that you’re doing it, you make it look cooler, you make it look better, and he’s certain you’re the smartest person in your program. 

He’s pretty serious about his studies, too, so he’s always down to study with you in the library whenever you’re both free. More often than not, he shows up after you, usually with food or extra chargers. He greets you with a kiss on the forehead, and asks you how you are while massaging your shoulders gently. If it’s been a while since you took a break, that’s the first item on the list, after that, he gets to work and stays with you until you’re ready to go, even if he doesn’t have as much work to do. 

He always sits across from you. This goes for when you’re in the library, or out to eat at a restaurant; Jean loves sitting across from you. He gets to see your face the best that way, and he adores looking into your eyes when you talk. 

He’s not... not a morning person. He’s not up at 6am ready to grind, but he wakes up before noon; let’s say 10am is his happy medium. That being said, if you wake up before him, regardless of the time, there’s a 9/10 chance he’ll lay on your back and tell you to hush so you guys can sleep for 10 more minutes. 

If you’re (close) friends with Eren, Mikasa, and Armin, Jean is... happy you’ve got people to rely on, but, “Of all people on the planet, you put your trust in Jaeger?” He acts so bitter (because he is), but deep down inside, he’s glad you have Eren to rely on if you need to. 

(Also, you have to humble him and remind him that he and Eren aren’t all that different. If you like him, why wouldn’t you get along with Eren, bye). 

Turns out though, that it’s not Eren who threatens to beat him up if he breaks your heart. It’s not even Mikasa, although, her threat goes without saying; it’s Armin he’s terrified of.

The last time Armin hated someone, it was this guy in your program, who happened to share a few mutual classes with him, too. Jean never knew the full story, just that he’s pretty sure that kid dropped out the following semester. 

If you have a job on campus, Jean usually doesn’t show up while you’re working (knowing how embarrassed he would be if you did that to him), unless you work the night shift and it’s dead. Connie, however, does show up; usually in some kind of crisis (“Please help me, I don’t know what the fuck APA formatting is and this is due tonight, please, please, please!!”). Your coworkers actually thought Connie was your boyfriend for a minute. That’s when Jean starts showing up more lmfao.

He makes it a point to go on a scheduled, night out, kind of date at least twice a month. He knows life gets busy with school and work and midterms, but he always makes sure you both set side a time to take a well-deserved break and be with each other. 

He’s the romantic type, so these dates are pretty swoon worthy, too. Drive-in movies, nice dinners, classy art exhibits, Jean plans it all. On that note, he really likes planning dates; he just doesn’t like talking about them with his friends beforehand. 

All in all, very romantic, very precious boyfriend. He’s always thinking about you, what you need, and how he can help you out. You’re one of his main priorities, and he just wants to treat you right. 

#anonymous #when.... when.... WHEN IS IT MY TURN #aot x reader #jean x reader #jean kirschtein x reader #jean kirstein x reader #aot imagines #no because he's the love of my whole life #jean fluff #jean smut #eren x reader

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if you're taking ideas for harmless drabbles, i'd love to see one of bucky on one of those dates he mentioned and reader's shenanigans. if you aren't, feel free to ignore this!

a/n: are we really going to let a word limit define what a drabble is? is the vibe and spirit not enough? i say this bc this is 5.7k words long im so sorry. also hey thank you to everyone who piped in with their knowledge of violent geese and how apartment security works in new york!! also thanks to my bby @spiderrpcrker for reading this and telling me to publish this bc i wasnt going to fkjghfkj

warning: swearing, bad luck, dates, frustrated bucky, anxiety, mentions of gore but like only a sentence

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Bucky returns only two weeks later. His mission lasted longer than expected and all he wants is to lie down and sleep for forty eight hours straight.

“FRIDAY?” he mumbles, kicking off his shoes. His jacket had already been discarded by his bedroom door when he walked in.

“Yes, Sergeant Barnes?”

“How are ya?” He doesn’t miss a beat in asking, even though he’s exhausted.

“As good as ever. Did you have a successful mission?”

“If by successful you mean one sprained limb instead of two, then yeah.” He wasn’t really cribbing. His ankle was already starting to heal anyway and it was worth the roundhouse kick to a Nazi's face. “Do I have anything scheduled for this weekend?”

“You have a meeting on your calendar scheduled for this Saturday.”

“Could you send a text to Y/N and ask if we can push it to the next day?” His muscles feel sore and God, he could definitely use a hot shower but all of that becomes secondary the minute he feels the sheets under him.

“Would you like me to reschedule the other one as well?”

“What’s that?” He opens one eye in confusion. “There’s another one?”

“It’s on Sunday. You’ve labelled it ‘date’.”

Ah, fuck.

“Would you like me to change it?” FRIDAY never sounds like she’s judging him, which is nice. It also reminds him about how she, as an AI, can’t judge him, which is a rude wake-up call to how he doesn’t have friends.

“No,” his voice is muffled against the pillow, “no, let it be. Where is it again?”

“You’ve only specified diner, Sergeant Barnes.”

Public space, daytime, plenty of escape routes. Good on his less delirious self for selecting a diner.

“Thanks, FRIDAY.” Now that he’s a little more relaxed, he can feel himself slip in and out of consciousness.

“One last thing," her automated voice commands his attention again. "Y/N replied. She says sure and to take care.”

“Yay.” Not even a second later he’s out like a light.

____

“Did you bring me any souvenirs?” Is the first thing he hears as he marches into your lair.

“What could I possibly get you?”

“A postcard, a t-shirt.” You don’t look up from your tinkering.

“Decapitated finger, used bullets,” he continues, “cement blocks.”

“Ew.” You snap the lid shut on the thing you’re working on, spinning around on your chair. "That's not nearly romantic enough."

“That’s all you’re going to get from a Russian underground bunker.” He does a mini jog up the stairs of the platform to where you are.

“Does the finger have a ring at lea- oh hello?” You raise an eyebrow at the sight of him. “You look different.”

He peers down. The outfit was still all black. As always.

“Not your clothes, dummy,” you interrupt, making him look back at you. “Your face. What’d you do?”

He unconsciously raises a hand to his cheek.

“Did you wash your face? Is that it?” you squint at him. “Has it been a few months since the last time?”

“Wow, you’re so funny,” he drawls sarcastically.  “Top tier comedian right there.”

“No wait, it’s the beard.” You snap your fingers in realisation, completely ignoring his comment. “You trimmed it.”

“So what if I did?” He leans on your table.

“You going somewhere?” you ask, elastic snapping against your hands as you remove your gloves.

“It’s none of your busi-”

“Hold on a second.” A sly smile begins to make its way onto your face. “Are you going on a date, Bucky Barnes?”

His comeback dies down in his throat. That didn’t take you very long for you to figure out.

“I’m right, aren’t I?” You look smug, to say the least.

“Shut up.” A ray of light glistening distracts him. He traces it to the thing you were working on earlier.

“Where are you guys going?” You cross your arm across your chest, a small smirk on your face.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” It’s a silver box, engraved intricately with swirls that, when he observes carefully, looks like a skull. Wow, terrifying.

“I’m literally asking you.”

“What are those?” He shifts the conversation towards a more productive angle instead.

“Evil in a box and some other stuff.” You shrug offhandedly. “Is it a lunch date or just coffee?”

“Like Pandora’s Box?”

“A discount version, sure,” you confirmed impatiently. “Stop changing the topic, listen to me.”

He tilts his head, waiting for you to continue.

“Do you need a chaperone?” The sincerity in your voice for such a bullshit question has him scoffing.

“Good God- no, I do not need a chaperone. I’m 106 years old, I can go out unsupervised.” He reaches over and plucks the box off your table.

“Sir, you’re a geriatric."

“What are those?” He points to a few ray odd ray guns.

“Minor stuff you don’t have to worry about right now.”

He shakes the box in his hand. “What’s gonna happen if I open this?”

“Very bad things,” you whispered ominously before your volume returns to normal. “How’d you meet this person? Online?”

“She’s Natasha’s friend.” He turns the box over, seeing a small latch at the side. “What bad things?”

“Bad luck and misery. Don’t play with it, it’s dangerous.” You pull the box away from him. “Aw, is it a blind date?”

“Why do you care so much?” he shoots back, tugging the box back towards him.

“Just lookin’ out for you, Bucko,” you huff, adjusting your grip on your device. “Need to keep my favourite senior citizen safe.”

“I have a vibranium arm.” Whose force he could use to grab the box once and for all, but wasn’t. “I think I’ll be fine.”

“What if she has one too, huh? Then what?”

“She doesn’t.” As far as he knows, he’s the only one alive with a metal appendage made out of the strongest metal in the world. That could very well change by tomorrow but he's keeping the title for now.

“But what if she does? I swear to- stop trying to take the box!” You pull a little more forcefully, but he doesn’t relent.

“I want this to get over before this evening.”

“What time’s your date?”

“Why do you care?” He’s sure anyone who saw the dumb tug-of-war you both were playing would just automatically assume he was an absolute manchild, not an Avenger.

“Because.” You don’t explain further. “Tell me what time your date is, you weirdo.”

“Five o’clock, now let go.”

“Fine,” you say, suddenly loosening your grip. Clearly, it doesn't make much of a difference since he isn't struggling to keep his balance from the sudden loss of force.

“Fine.” He clears his throat, straightening up. 

You don’t say anything. He doesn’t either.

A putrid smell creeps into his nose, one all too similar to spoiled milk and decaying seaweed. He has to physically stop himself from gagging.

“Have a good day.” You smile and lean far back. Too far. It looks like you're almost going to fall out of the chair.

Through the tears that are threatening to line his eyelids, he looks down at the box whose latch you somehow managed to lift, leaving the box open.

“What the fuck is this?” He coughs, swatting at the air in front of him to clear it.

“I told you; bad luck in a box.”

“You can’t scientifically create bad luck, that’s bullshit.” He tosses the box back onto your table. You watch it slide past you, not making any effort to stop it. “What is it really?”

“I’m not lying.” You pull open a drawer, brandishing a small table fan that you set down beside you. “If you open it, you’re going to have terrible luck for the day.”

He glowers at you when you turn the fan on, forcing the fumes back towards him.

“Besides, that’s all I was doing today.” You kick your feet up. “So you can leave now.”

He doesn’t care if you’re lying about not having anything else to do today. You could burn down the world if you wanted to but he needs to take a stupid shower. Again.

“You’re the fuckin’ worst.” He tries airing out his shirt, hoping that the smell would dissipate as soon as possible.

“Have fun on your date, sarge!” you encourage him as he stalks out of the lair. “Remember to wrap it befo-”

He turns it into a sprint before you can finish.

____

Six hours later and he’s absolutely convinced he fucked up.

He isn’t used to having his weekends free.

He realises that this is the first time in months that he’s actually stepped out of the Tower for something that wasn’t directly mission-related. He should probably get some air. Touch some grass. See the sun.

His shirt thankfully manages to rid itself of the odour from the dumb box so he didn’t have to go take a shower. With nothing much planned and a few hours to spare, he heads to the coffee shop instead.

It’s a small place, bustling and alive with a crowd of people. They have a little bookshelf that usually is full of books donated by patrons, free for anyone to read.

The barista smiles at him. The coffee costs more than his high school education. He awkwardly smiles back.

He’s not a regular, but they’ve seen him enough times to know that he usually asks for black coffee in a to-go cup, later adding a sugar or two according to his own taste. They're nice to him, occasionally throwing in a cookie or something on the house. He can't tell if it's because of the Avenger status or the sizeable tip he leaves.

He picks up a random book from the shelf, fully intending not to read it but to just sit there and think. The book acted as a shield for his resting bitch face, resting murder face and his resting rage face. More often than not, a good combination of the three.

He sets the coffee down at the corner table he manages to nab in a quick second, along with the two sachets of sugar.

“Is this seat taken?” Someone asks from beside him. He earnestly shakes his head in a ‘no’, gesturing for them to take it.

They give him a quick thanks and drag the chair away from his table.

He does a quick overlook of the book he picked up.

The Princess Diaries by Meg Cabot.

Well, now he’s too anxious to put it back. YA fiction it is.

He reaches for the sugar while glossing over the summary. He reaches a little further when it doesn’t come to his hand immediately, blindly running his fingers across the table.

Bucky peeks over the book, eyebrows knitting together when he notices that they’re missing.

He was sure he picked it up.

He looks underneath the table. It wasn’t there, neither under his seat. Strange, but okay. He picks up the book and the cup, walking back to the station to grab two sugars.

This time he makes sure to tuck it into his pocket, double-checking before going back to his table.

Which was now occupied. He wanted to groan.

His mind automatically reverts back to the box from that morning.

“Come on,” he scoffs quietly to himself. It was a coincidence. “Get yourself together.”

“A seat at the counter just cleared up,” the barista from earlier offers when she sees him standing in the middle of the store.

See? Good luck.

He shoots her a grateful look, venturing over to the barstool to take his place. It’s not the most comfortable, but then again, he wasn’t planning to stay there for very long.

He empties the sugar into the coffee, stirring slowly before opening a random page in the book.

He takes a long sip, ignoring how hot the drink was.

He chokes immediately. Because either he was losing his mind or his order had somehow got switched from ‘no sugar’ to ‘diabetes in a cup’.

He takes another small sip and his face immediately twists in disgust. Definitely too sweet. The sweetener he added only made it worse.

He catches the eye of the barista. She looks on in concern.

“Is everything okay?”

Fuck.

He’s not one to make a scene. He just wants to live as imperceptibly as he could.

“Yep.” The sweetness sticks to the back of his throat. “All good.”

He just closes his eyes and downs the rest of it without thinking twice, trying to hide the grimace in his face. He gives her a weak thumbs up. She doesn't look convinced.

He leaves the shop soon after, hands shoved in his pocket. Maybe he could go sit by the lake at Central Park, watch the clouds. It reminded Bucky of the lake in front of his hut in Wakanda and the hours he'd sit in front of it, feet dipped into the water as his goats fed. He misses it.

He makes a sharp turn at a corner, still thinking about his options when his ankle abruptly twists under him.

He stumbles rather ungracefully, almost hitting the ground, but manages to save himself through the newly built up immunity he has towards falling thanks to all his encounters with you.

His gaze lands on his hardcore combat boots. Their laces had come undone.

Now he just knew that was horseshit. He always double knots them; they had never loosened in the past before.

The box.

He shoves the thought out of his head, crouching down to tie them again. He tugs on them to make sure they’re secure before standing up again.

Central Park is a few blocks away but he’s glad he didn’t bring his bike. The weather was rather nice and the wind in his hair felt good.

He wanders around the park for a while, looking for the lake. He pauses at a board with a map of the park on it, assessing how far it was.

Once he's ascertained which path to go towards, he turns on his heel to go.

He fucking trips again.

“Are you serious?” he says furiously under his breath. “Cut it out.”

He’s half-convinced that he should tie it around his ankle like a sexy lace-up set of heels. He ties a triple knot this time, glares at it until he’s sure it’s fine and checks to see if anyone saw him humiliate himself.

Only a person on a nearby bench who looked like they were passed out drunk, given that their hoodie and sunglasses clad self was slumped over.

No witnesses. No 'You won't BELIEVE what the Winter Soldier did! Critics say it's his biggest blunder yet!' articles the next day on social media.

He manages to make it to the lake in one piece and no more falls, partly because he keeps his eyes fixed on his shoes to ensure no fuckery occurs.

There are a few people rowing and plenty of others lining the bank at scattered locations. There’s a mom and her kid at the place he ends up. She sends him a small smile in greeting and he returns the favour.

There’s a secluded bench that he takes a place on, letting out a small sigh. If he ignores the traffic and the skateboarders and the people in general, it’s actually kind of peaceful.

There are geese and their little goslings swimming around the water close to the shore. Maybe he should have brought some birdseed. Or kale.

The kid beside him is busy fashioning something out of leaves, only occasionally erupting into giggles when it doesn't pan out. His mom watches him fondly, pointing at twigs he could use. Everything seems kind of picture-perfect and his body automatically relaxes, easing further into the seat and closing his eyes for a second.

Until there's a large splash and loud distressed honking. He whips his head around to find the same kid staring straight ahead at the goose with a wide grin. His mother curses quietly, picking herself up off the ground and grabbing his hand, half chastising him for throwing something at an animal and half urging him to walk faster.

The goose turns to Bucky. With no one else to blame for the sudden attack, it logically launches itself at him. His smile drops.

He gets up in a rush. The dumb bird nearly comes for his head, but he deflects with his metal arm.

“I didn’t even do anything.” He swats at it swiftly, trying not to cause any real damage. The goose, understandably, does not speak English.

He flinches when one of them bites at his knee. He can punt it to the sun but he doesn’t want to.

“Stop that.” He sticks his hand out to shove the stupid thing away, retreating back to the road. “Jesus, why are you so aggressive?”

Among the barrage of feathers showering on him, he prays his damn shoelace doesn’t unravel as he shields his head with one arm, the other fending himself while he moves hurriedly away.

The goose honks angrily at him. He scowls at it, not exactly pleased with the reminder that these fucking overgrown ducks were constantly bloodthirsty.

It doesn’t leave him alone till he’s significantly away from where he was sitting. He wants to call it profanity but that’d probably piss it off more.

The box and its effects were definitely starting to feel real.

Fuck it, no more day out for him. The best plan he can think of is to just go to the diner he’s supposed to meet his date at.

The waiter greets him with a courteous nod, which Bucky can only imagine was the best he could muster when a dishevelled 200-pound man walks in covered in goose feathers and irritation.

He won't admit that he’s too scared to eat lunch at this point because he can’t rule out food poisoning. He spends the next two hours on his phone playing Fruit Ninja and plucking feathers that accented his all-black outfit.

Several glasses of water later and a second before he’s about to beat his high score, someone taps on his shoulder, breaking him out of his concentration.

Motherfu-

He clenches his eye shut, inhaling deeply before turning around.

“James?”

“Hey, yeah, that’s me.” Bucky almost falls over the table with how fast he stands up, clearly underestimating his size. “Leah?”

“Hi.” She smiles and he finds himself smiling nervously along with her.

“Hi.” He steps out to pull out her chair for her and she laughs. "Nice to meet you."

“How long have you been waiting here?” she asks while setting down her bag.

“Around ten minutes.” He clears his throat to hopefully hide the fact that he was lying through his teeth.

“Just give me a second, I need to tell my friend I reached,” Leah pulls out her phone and he nods.

“Another glass of water for you?” The waiter seems less enthusiastic about Bucky’s 8th refill.

“Yes,” he answers, hoping he doesn’t call him out on it, “please.”

“You must be really dehydrated."

Bucky turns to look at him slowly. “I like the taste.”

He can’t really blame the guy. Bucky’s been there for hours without ordering anything solid, just leaching off their free water and complimentary bread basket.

“So, James.” She tosses her phone back into her bag, leaning forward on her palms easily. “Tell me about yourself.”

He had rehearsed this a million times. He could do this.

“I, uh,-”

“Menu?” Okay, so someone clearly had a vendetta against him.

“Thank you.” She takes it with a smile.

His morning debacle with the coffee flashes through his mind. Suddenly the idea of a diner didn’t seem so smart.

However, she’s already placed her order and George is standing beside him expectantly, daring him to ask for another glass of water, so he places his usual order and hopes that your stupid bad luck thing wore off.

He quickly learns that his date is laid back, and it isn’t hard to fall into a rhythm with her even though she’s the one asking most of the questions.

“How’d you meet Nat?” Is his attempt at one.

“She used to come in for lunch every week at the place I work.” Leah leans back in her chair. “She can really handle her alcohol.”

He’d be worried about Nat day drinking if he didn’t know about her complete inability to get drunk. She might as well have been downing glasses of lemonade.

“Yeah, she’s-” Intimidating, scary, cool “-really something.”

“She mentioned that you like movies.”  He definitely spends a lot of time watching them. “You got any recommendations?”

It’s easier to figure out how different things are or how much he missed out over the years through them. He’s glad he sat out the early 2000s, judging by their fashion sense and hairstyles.

He's watched several movies over the past few months, a few of them critically acclaimed and others who were just there for the cult following.

But now everything goes blank and the only thing that he can remember are the biopics made about Steve that were somehow hilarious for gifting him the mental image of Freddie Prinze Jr. dressed in the stars and stripes, and highly distressing for the number of historical inaccuracies. Contrary to popular belief, Stevie did not, in fact, consider running for president after he took up the shield, nor did he start his own bar chain.

He can’t name Oh Captain, My Captain starring Channing Tatum as his favourite movie on his first date and hope to make a good first impression.

“Despicable Me was kinda fun.” He wants to kill himself. “I mean, it’s the last one I saw.”

Her face twists in mild disgust, but he can tell it isn't ill-intentioned. “It's a good movie, but God, that just gave me some intense flashbacks to my aunt’s Facebook page. Don’t think I can look at a minion ever again.”

He sniggers with her. He doesn’t know what the context is.

He’s a little awkward, and he can definitely tell he isn’t the most open book but she laughs at some of his attempts at jokes. There’s a distinct discomfort he has lingering at the back of his mind prodding at him, telling him over and over again that he isn’t ready for something like this. A warning bell, asking him to leave as soon as possible because he was in a dangerous situation.

He remembers what his therapist told him about breathing and remembering that the resources he had available were greater than his anxiety and he tries to get out of his head. It takes a few minutes of acting like he's fine but he manages to do it.

Other than the one time he scalds his tongue on the coffee but played it off with a pained smile, shoving down thoughts of your stupid invention, things actually went okay.

It was nice, even though they decided by the end that it was better if they both gelled together better as friends. It lifts the strange fear he feels and he can hear Dr. Mendoza say she's proud of him for taking this step before spending three hours psychoanalysing why they decided to stay platonic.

Bucky promises to visit her sushi shop with Nat soon and she says a bottle of sake awaits him for a drinking game. He doesn’t have the heart to tell her that Nat and he share the same tolerance for alcohol.

He makes sure to leave George a tip. A big one. It’s the first time he sees the guy smile the entire evening.

He’s waving goodbye to Leah outside and he thinks that maybe it was a good end to the day and that things actually turned out fine.

Until he turns around to leave, only to have someone walk straight into him with an iced tea.

The cold comes as a bit of a shock, making him jump slightly. He stares at his shirt, using his fingertips to pull it away from his body.

The person melts into a series of apologies immediately, offering to dry clean his shirt but Bucky just forces a shake of his head and says it’s okay even though he can feel the sugar making the shirt stick to his chest. Goose feathers and iced tea. Was there anything else that would like to attach itself to him?

His fists clench and his teeth grit and he has to physically control himself from sprinting to your lair because God knows what else is in store for him and he didn't want to add in any way.

The door to the lair is locked. Fuckin’ brilliant.

When no one answers after minutes worth of waiting, he fishes for his phone and realises that maybe two hours of Fruit Ninja was not the best idea, especially on a phone known for having shitty battery life.

There’s roughly 2 percent left. By the time he opens his app to give you a call, his phone screen goes black.

He groans. He’s desperate at this point and under any other normal circumstances, he would have never, ever considered doing this.

But ten minutes later he’s outside your apartment building. You’re aware that he has your address; no doubt that it was in the SHIELD file he had gotten, and he knows that you know but it was still weird.

The buzzer has your last name listed next to it. He’s sure that he’ll break it if he keeps pressing it at this rate but he really needs you to let him in.

“Who the fu-” your voice comes through the intercom.

“I’m sorry for showing up like this, my phone died and I couldn’t reach you,” He breathes out as soon as he hears you. “But I need you to fix this.”

When he doesn’t hear a reply, he wonders if the thing actually worked. He’s about to start pressing it again-

“Bucky?” You sound a little surprised to hear him. “You’re at my house. Why are you at my house?”

“I need you to fix whatever this is.”

“What are you- fine, I’m buzzing you in,” your voice, initially confused soon trails off into something more dismissive.

There’s a soft click from the door, allowing him to push it open. The elevator is already on the same floor as him so he just uses that.

The elevator goes up a floor or two. His feet tap restlessly against the carpeted floor.

The lights turn off and everything comes to a standstill. His foot stops tapping.

He should have known. He should have fucking known.

Thirty seconds pass. He’s still in pitch darkness with the elevator showing no signs of moving.

In fact, he’s resigned to his fate. He sits down on the ground, only one step away from completely laying down and hoping someone finds his body here someday.

It’s six minutes of plain silence. He might as well get comfortable if he’s going to get stuck here for the rest of his life. Did he change his will? Does he even have a will?

There’s finally a whir. He thinks that maybe he’s going to plummet to his doom as the perfect end to this day, but then the light switches on and it starts moving upward.

It stops at the floor with a ding. He doesn’t get off the ground, only eyes the door wearily. With his luck, it wouldn’t open.

But it does and within a second he’s on his feet, scrambling to get out before it changes its mind.

He remembers your door number, basically charging down the hall to get to it.

The door is white and the paint is starting to chip off it. The handle itself is dented in a few places and he wonders if it was your fault or someone else's.

His knocks are rapid, agitated even. He doesn’t stop until he hears your loud shouts telling him to cut it out.

“What the hell were you doing, trying to break down my door?” It swings open, revealing you in your pajamas. “Haven’t you done that already? And where were you, I’ve been waiting for like, ten minutes.”

He honestly feels bad for showing up uninvited and highly flustered. He can’t imagine it’s a pretty sight either. "This bad luck shit- fix it. My whole day’s been fucked up.”

“What are you-” Your eyebrows knit together in confusion, taking in his appearance.

It takes you a second to realise what he’s talking about but when you do, your face settles.

“How was your date?” You lean against the door frame, arms crossed over your chest.

“Really,” He glowered at you, “that’s what you care about?”

“Yes.” You nod. “Did you have fun?”

He hesitates. “I guess?”

“Was she nice?”

“Yeah.” Where was this going.

“Good, I’m happy for you.” The smile on your face is genuine. “Look at you go, Casanova.”

“We agreed to be just friends, but that’s not the point here. Y/N,” he whines. “I have a mission next week, I can’t afford to fuck up. My whole day was off and I don’t want it to carry over.”

“Your whole day?” you questioned, standing up instead of leaning against the wall. “Buck-”

“Just fix it.”

“Okay.” You lift your hand up, extending it towards his face.

He waits for you to do something.

You flick him on the forehead.

“There,” you declare, going back to your previous position. “you’re cured.”

What.

He says exactly what he’s thinking.

You laugh. “Dude. I was fucking with you.”

Huh?

“Well, actually maybe just like, three things and then I got bored.”

He’s confused.

“You know,” you begin when he doesn’t reply, “taking the sugar packets, switching your coffee order when you were looking under the table, took your place when you left, the shoelaces.”

“The shoelaces?”

“Yeah.” You nod. “That’s the other ray gun you saw this morning. Unties your shoelaces. I stopped after that because I thought you figured it out.”

His face scrunches in puzzlement.

“I mean, you looked right at me and told me to cut it out.”

He racks his brain about what you could possibly be talking about before it hits him. The hungover person on the goddamn bench in the park.

“You were the one in the hoodie and sunglasses.”

“I just followed the Avengers’ code of disguise.” You shrug. “Turns out it kinda works. Also teleportation. So helpful.”

He forgot about the teleportation. That's why you could do all of it so fast without him noticing you were even there.

“What about the fucking geese?”

You pause for a second. “The geese?”

“And the elevator.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” The confusion on your face is apparent. “What geese and elevator? I have no idea what you’re saying right now.”

“Everything’s been a mess today,” he grumbles. “I don’t know what’s real or not.”

“I swear I had nothing to do with it other than what I mentioned.” There’s indignation on your features that quickly gives way to delight. “Holy shit, did I just accidentally invent portable bad luck?”

“Okay-” his palm finds its way to his forehead in exasperation, “-then what the hell was the smell?”

“What smell- oh, the one from the box?”

He nods briskly.

“Secretions Magnifique.” You snorted. “It’s a perfume. The worst rated one I could find.”

“Perfume?”

“With notes of milk, seaweed and sandalwood.”

“It wasn’t an inator?”

“No, it wasn- did you get vibe checked by a goose at the park?” You stifle a laugh when you notice a stray feather on his thigh.

“What does that even mean?” he asks in despair.

“I can see why it attacked you. You got bad juju.” You raise an eyebrow. “Maybe if you stop staring so much-”

“So I just have shit luck.” Is that a fucking relief or even worse?

“Well,” you begin but decide not to continue.

Even with all the irritability masking it, you could see that he genuinely was just not having a good time.

“Wait here a second.”

You leave him at the door. He shifts his balance and sighs, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. He still had to walk back to the Tower. Maybe he could grab a slice of pizza along the way since he skipped lunch.

“Okay, here.” You return with a large glass of water. He only looks at it. “It’s just water, I promise. You look like you ran a marathon."

He takes it from you sceptically, pushing away the urge to sniff at it. It’s gone within a few gulps.

You wait until he’s finished to point at his arm. He draws his eyebrows together, but you only curl your index finger and beckon for him to give you his hand.

He reluctantly extends it towards you.

“Don’t laugh,” you warn him, taking his metal arm. “This usually helps me.”

You tie a small bracelet around his wrist. It has a few beads, which he realises represent the colours of the solar system.

“Keep that for good luck.” You pat it gently after securing it. “I think you just had a bad day; those don’t last very long. Do you want to charge your phone before you leave?”

“Uh-” The bracelet’s pretty, the colours shine against the dark vibranium. “-no, I’m good. I’ll just leave.”

“Okay. Anything else I can help you with or will you be fine?”

He narrows his eyes. “You’re being suspiciously nice.”

“I’m not evil all the time.” You huff. “My hours are in the morning.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.”

“Okay,” he says again. “I’m gonna go then.”

“See you next week.” You give him a little wave. “I’d say break a leg on your mission but knowing your situation...”

He scoffs. “Thanks.”

You make a move to close the door when starts walking down the hallway towards the exit.

He adjusts the beads slightly so he can see them better. The Earth one has glitter in it. He thinks it’s cute.

“Bucky.”

He turns around.

There’s a hint of a smile on your face.

“Take the stairs.”

He doesn’t have to be told twice.

Next part

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #mcu fic #bucky fic #bucky barnes fic #bucky fluff #bucky barnes fluff #bucky angst #bucky barnes angst #harmless fic #winter soldier x reader #Winter Soldier #bucky barnes #bucky

[princeanxious]

Would you terribly mind sharing the anxceit fic plotline? Even though you were just brainstorming, I also have severe anxceit brainrot, unfortunately.

Mmm it wasnt smth terribly too elaborate, just like.

One of these fics that's actually them as the sides(not in some fantasy level/human au, which is my usual route for fic/au ideas)

but they all to a certain extent feel when one of the others is exibiting a Trait around the other that is related to their own role, like Roman feels when someone is feeling lovey-dovey, Patton can kinda just get whiffs of emotional changes or know why someones feeling guilty, ect. Ect. Like. Same way that Janus can tell when someones lying or when Virgil can feel whenever someone else is feeling anxious or scared.

(Continued under the cut cause it kinda got a lil long)

So. Using that, one day Roman just kinda blurts out to Janus that "You should just go for it, Patton would totally give you a chance!" Bc Janus has been sneakily gazing at Virgil and Patton from the mindpalace livingroom while the two bake smth in the kitchen.

Unfortunately Logan and Remus are also in the livingroom with them, so they perk up to look at Roman in confusion the same way that Janus does, only to find Roman staring at Janus in encouragement. Unfortunately Janus is the first one to cotton onto what Roman is talking about.

"...and why would I do that? Not to offend, but Im absolutely seeking a 'chance' with Patton of all people?" He responds smoothly, raising an eyebrow at Roman as the other two catch on.

"What? Youre kidding! You have to be, you're absolutely radiating love right now, have been for weeks even! Are you sure??" Roman says, unable to keep his voice down and unintentionally drawing the attention of Patton and Virgil from the kitchen.

Janus wilts a bit, embarassed, propping his head up on his hand as he refuses to make eye contact with anyone but Roman.

"Yes, because it's totally not a social fopaux to out a person's personal feelings to a room full of people." Roman in turn wilts with guilt, realizing his mistake. He goes to apologize but Janus cuts him off with a gentle hand.

"Its alright, no intentional harm done, the world will not come to an end and i wont die of dramatics because my little secret crush is out. Maybe a little friendly ribbing is in order, but I know just what its like to be overwhelmed with the knowledge that someone is exibiting your trait, it catches you up sometimes. You're forgiven, dear." Janus ends it with a little eyecrinkle that signals him being sincere. Roman relaxes a bit, tho he still looks a little guilty.

The others are still a bit thrown but try and give Janus the benefit of not pushing the personal matter any further, nor stopping him when he gets up to go take a nap in his room before dinner.

Well, no one stops him from leaving, but Virgil finds him in the hall just before he can slip into his room, and whie he looks nervous as hell, he also looks like hes running on a bit of a confidence boost, so Janus lets him speak his piece

"Y-y'know. Whoever it is, the one you have a crush on, i'll fight them. Cause.. I like you alot, maybe even love you, and I dont think i'll give you up without a fight.." He says, or stumblea through, and Janus blinks in awe at the straightforward nature of the other's confession.

Unfortunately, Virgil is quick to take Janus's silence as a possible rejection, backtracking a bit as he mutters that he fucked it up or the 'i'll fight for you' line was too weird, trying to back away and abort mission as he tugs his hood up

But of course Janus catches his hand to tug him back, giving a wide smile as he reaches up and grabs the others hood with both hands, before tugging the others head down and gently pressing their lips together.

And bc Virgil is still running on the adrenalin from his whole confession, he barely pauses before he's pressing back eagarly, his hands hooking around Janus's neck and back and crowding him up against Janus's door.

They kinda get lost like that for a minute, just sighing and humming as they trade a few slow and sweet kisses. They only stop because Virgil pulls back a bit, stuttering, shyly asking "but-wait, okay. Stupid question. You. You do like me back, right?"

And Janus gets to smile besottedly up at Virgil as he makes a show of pulling off his gloves, reaching and and cupping the others cheeks to tug him back down to eye-level, not breaking eyecontact as he responds:

"Virgil, you are my everything, i adore you, I like you, more than like you. You are the protector to my den, the spider of my web, the holder of my heart. Yes, dearheart, I love you." And Virgil can feel it, the fear that lingers in the shakiness of Janus's voice, the dread that lingers when Janus worries someone will think he's lying when he's actually telling the truth. The fear that Virgil wont believe him.

And honestly, what more can Virgil do except tug Janus closer and eagerly kiss those last words from his lips?

From there its just a v sappy makeout-turned-snuggle session that they took into Janus's room to have some privacy. Janus learns that Virgil is a very touchy-handsy lover who cant help but let his hands roam and explore Janus to ground himself as they trade slow kisses. Virgil learns that Janus is very audible lover, happily sighing and humming and chucking with every kiss, every peck, every sappy quip turned nibbling bite.

At some point the others try and summon either of them like 3-4 times with no responce before they go to investigate only to find them mid-kiss and while the rest of the group is rather embarassed for walking in, Janus barely seems bothered and infact a little smug while Virgils just lovingly exasperated.

#sanders sides #virgil sanders #janus sanders #romantic anxceit #anxceit #cw kissing #luka writes #luka answers

[comfyswitcherblanketfort]

Country Club AU

i lived biiiiiiiitch 🤣 kinda, but i have more time to write now that i have my shit a little more together! here is an au i defs didn’t dream up while driving the bev cart last week 👀

Warnings: alcohol use? golf? flirting? its pretty chill

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Jaskier gets a job as a bartender  at the local country club to pay his way through Oxenfurt. He has all the charm and people skills and not the best bar skills but luckily most of the members want simple drinks.

He covers a shift as the beverage cart driver one day because Essie is sick and fucking *loves it*

Putting around the course and flirting with everyone while pouring drinks and getting a tan???? Yes please???

He is the ladies night favorite. He’s a flatterer and a gossip and they all fucking adore him. They request him for retirement parties and bridge nights and tournaments and tip him *heavily*.

Geralt is a newer member and only joined because his law firm has weekly ‘strategy meetings’ out on the course. Turns out he really likes golf and picked it up quickly so he’s out there all the fucking time.

He takes his game very seriously. Like stupid serious. They boy is so fuckin precise and competitive and he gets teased endlessly for it. 

Guy’s night usually ends with him gritting his teeth so hard Jaskier is sure his jaw would crack if he were a mere mortal.

Jaskier has been eying him for weeks but he never drinks unless someone else orders it for him, and even then he only sips to be polite so Jask has never had the excuse to chat him up.

He may be a flirt but he isn’t a nuisance

He finally gest his chance on a men’s day when Geralt is out with his work buddies.

On hole 6 Geralt fuckin *bombs* it. Full on snowman (8 strokes) on a par 3 and he’s furious. 

When Jaskier swings around at the next tee he orders two shots of fireball and Jaskier’s eyes light up

Im talking ‘yessssssss the calm one is about to go apeshit and im so fucking ready’ kind of sparkle

The next time Jaskier sees him he’s on hole 11 and much looser. His game hasn’t improved but hes having a better time and winks when Jaskier hands him his Jack and coke. 

Ohhhhhh boy Jask is absolutely fucked. He just kinda stood there absolutely stunned while Geralt walked away. 

It’s official. Geralt is his white whale. He must fluster this beautiful beautiful man if only to prove to himself that he isn’t completely weak for him. (logical? No. Fun and distracting? yes.)

He sees them one more time on his route and Geralt buys everyone a round and tells Jaskier to charge him for a shot for himself once he’s off work with another wink and the poor boy squeaks. 

Geralt doesn’t show for guy’s night the next week and Jaskier is totally not upset about it and he totally *didn’t* wear his sluttiest pair of golf shorts that made his ass look extra perky. Nope not at all. 

Essie gives him shit but gladly trades her cart shifts for his indoor shifts

When Geralt comes back he very sheepishly gets his beer and nods at Jaskier before joining his group. 

Well that just wont fucking do

Jask intentionally makes Geralt’s drink last next time the group mobs the bev cart (bc thats what golfers do my friends). The whole time he’s mixing it he’s trying to think of a way to hit on him that isn’t just ‘fuck you’re so hot’

He comes up with “Don’t be a stranger” and a wink

And it makes Geralt *blush* and Jask is so proud of himself he almost drives right into one of his buddies’ carts. (and giddy. He’s very giddy)

The next time Geralt sees him he gets everyone’s order before he jogs across the fairway so its just him hanging around the cart and Jask is trying really hard not to read into it. 

Jaskier learns Geralt’s favorite drink and makes sure he always has it on the cart

Always

Geralt starts hanging out up at the bar a little more when Jask has his inside shifts and the rest of the staff now has a bet on how long it will take them to get together.

They have a glow ball tournament (night time with glow in the dark golf and very little competitiveness) and Jaskier sluts it up as much as he can within dress code. Shorter shorts, shirt unbuttoned to just above his bellybutton, (“so they can all see the glowstick necklaces Essie. Jesus. They need to see where the drinks are”) and maybe he rolls up his sleeves while he pours drinks. 

Geralt is shook. Like shook shook. And he’s already had two drinks by the time they reach Jaskier’s stationed bar out on the course. 

Jaskier has his drink and a flirty one liner ready by the time he steps out of his cart and Geralt just blue screens

His team mates roll their eyes and quite literally shove him back towards Jask when he flees, absolutely terrified. 

Jask, desperately trying to keep his cool, asks if there's something wrong with his drink and Geralt just kinda sighs and knocks it back and goes "no I'm just a fucking coward" before he kisses him

Jaskier doesn't give him even an instant to regret it and leans the fuck in. Like. Homie goes for it. Full body pressed up against him, arms wrapped around his neck and ribs, little breathy moans, the whole nine yards. 

Geralt’s buddies start howling and whistling before they makeout so long they up the tourney.

As he’s being scruffed and pulled away Geralt puts his number in Jaskier’s phone under Grlat and Jask refuses to change it, even after they’re married.

#geraskier #geraskier headcanon #geraskier country club au #the hyperfixation rules all #what can i say #geraskier modern au #modern geraskier #the witcher #the witcher au #the witcher headcanon #geralt of rivia #geralt #jaskier #jullian alfred pankratz #catch me keepin an eye out for any Geralt shaped fuckers out on the course and getting my hopes up

[spacedikut]

Derek would ask Spencer to explain how he feels about u to try and get him to understand that he’s in love with you but Spencer would just be like... is that not friendship?

god this idea is so fucking good but. i didn’t do it justice cause i went down a way more serious route :p 1.4k words, gn!reader

the team have been trying tirelessly to get spencer to just... see. what the rest of them see. the longing, lingering looks and requests to work together, the subtle touches that are so sweet in themselves but, with the added knowledge that spencer is Spencer, its...well, the team knows what they see. spencer is just lagging behind a little.

they try a whole plethora of methods. everyone talks to him and spencer either doesn’t connect the dots or simply says “we’re just friends!” and emily gets so frustrated she flicks spencer on the forehead and leaves a mark (i ask you picture pure, innocent spencer sat at his desk, watching emily’s retreating form with nothing but a puppy-dog confused expression and a red dent in the middle of his forehead).

penelope is at her wits end, so derek decides to step up and retry a very basic method: talking spencer through how he feels for you. surely he’s self-aware enough that he’ll hear himself and hear how un-friendlike it all sounds and... tada! love.

but it’s never quite as easy as you’ll think it’ll be, is it?

spencer should’ve known something was amiss when derek asked him if he wanted to hang out and let him choose where they would go - spencer? being allowed to choose where to hang out after work? have you ever heard of something called a red flag?

so spencer chooses a cafe which - immediately, the second they step through the doorway - spencer has a joy to him, telling derek about the last time you and him came here and what you ordered and what you thought of it and all these details that even the most attentive best friend wouldn’t think were anything more than trivial matters. he remembers the shape you tore your napkin into, for goodness sake. in what realm is that friendly behaviour?

then, to make matters worse, spencer, mid-walk to a table in the corner by a large window, abruptly changes directions, making derek almost spill his coffee. spencer apologies, then says they can’t sit in that booth cause that’s where you and spencer sit and - well. that’s your and spencer’s place, you can’t disrupt that! friends! friendly things and friends doing friendly stuff. friendship.

derek gives this scoff that spencer is so used to he barely reacts. when they sit, spencer is acutely aware that derek is staring - furrowed brows and this intense, firm gaze that only appears when he’s thinking. spencer’s only slightly intimidated. 

he’s never been able to lie to derek. he’s never been a good liar, period. he’s good at omissions and burying himself and his emotions but, god, if someone asks just the right question, he’ll fold like the cheap deckchair he truly is.

and derek... derek knows spencer better than he knows himself sometimes.

(is there anyone else that has similar qualities? no. of course not. only his best pal derek and not a colleague/very pretty person known as You)

a question. a question is all it takes.

“so, you and y/n come here a lot?”

derek’s starting light and spencer is so enthralled at the mention of you every worry he had about why he’s here with derek and why derek is looking at him like that flies out the window. 

“we do! actually, it’s the perfect meeting spot; the most convenient distance between our apartments and we both have favourite drinks here. we’ve become regulars, actually, so we make a habit of coming at least once a week at a minimum-“

and he keeps going, sweetly reminiscing about the first time you visited to the silly games you’ve created - because you’ll spend that long here, sitting opposite each other and just each other - and derek wonders how spencer doesn’t see it. doesn’t see the way he lights up at the mention of you, rambles like you’re a statistic spencer’s known for years and can’t help but bestow on everyone at every opportunity, not to mention the physical reaction he has to you. you’re not even present and spencer is wide-eyed, rosy cheeked, permanent curl to either side of his lips that looks involuntary.

he’s in love with you. his entire self, from head to toe, from mind to soul. everyone can see it, except you and him, apparently.

“they make you happy, huh?”

“well, obviously,” spencer hehs, “they’re my best friend.”

there’s an opportunity here, shyly gleaming from the corner of the conversation and derek digs it out. “you got a definition for best friend, reid?”

spencer’s taking a sip of his drink, but is happy to share his knowledge. he’s not quite as bright when he’s saying it. “a best friend has many definitions. friendship itself is usually defined as a relationship of mutual affection between people - it is a stronger form of interpersonal bond than an association, and has been studied in multiple academic fields-“

derek hums, encouraging him to keep going. he’ll get there.

and he does, after delving a little too far into the nature versus nurture debate.

“id consider you a best friend. jj, too. and garcia, of course. except... except with y/n it’s- it’s different.”

derek pretends to be shocked. “how’s that?”

“well... they have all the qualities id want in a friend - honesty, generosity, empathy...humour-“ spencer smiles to himself, small and intimate, remembering an inside joke between the two of you. “but they’re more than that, too. they’re there for me - not-not that you guys aren’t there for me too-“ derek just raises an eyebrow. “but...it’s different, with them. it always is.”

the shift of topic from friendship to you has spencer unfocused on his surroundings, eyes glazed over as he stares to the side of derek, who feels like he’s intruding - he rarely understands what goes on in that big head of spencer’s, vast in it’s knowledge and memories and self-perception, but right now he’s confident he does. 

it’s you. he’s thinking of you, the moments you have together - perhaps in this very cafe - that are reserved for spencer and spencer alone, a side of you derek will never know because it’s not his to know; it’s spencer’s, just as spencer is yours.

his voice is level but distant, the warning signs of that magnificent mind finding the pieces and putting them together. “i think-i think about them often. how they are, what they’re doing, if they’re thinking of me too. i know they’re only a text message away or-or, on cases, a few feet away... i guess i don’t want to seem clingy. or desperate.”

“they’d never think that. you know that, right?”

“i know. i-i know that. but-i don’t... i can’t.. i don’t want to risk losing them, i guess. one wrong move and they’ll realise what a-what a complete mess i am. ill unravel and they’ll see all the dark inside and they... they don’t deserve that.”

derek goes to interrupt, because god is spencer wrong, but he doesn’t have the chance.

“they deserve love and laughter and everything i can’t give them if they... if they get too close.” now, spencer brings himself to look derek in the eye. there’s a seriousness there, a solemn stand that spencer doesn’t often take. “i can’t lose them, morgan. i can’t.” his hands tighten around his coffee cup. “i want them here, with me, for as long as i can convince them to stay. i don’t want to be selfish, i don’t- i don’t mean to be, but. i want this. i want them. every day for the rest of my life, i want them. i choose them. im just terrified they’ll see me and... they won’t choose me.”

there’s an expected silence that befalls the two of them, the busting background noise of the cafe the only moving piece. does he get it now? does he understand what has motivated every thought and feeling? every worry and action?

“reid,” derek says, softly, in a tone that has spencer straightening his back. “that’s not... that’s not just friendship. you know that, right? you can see that?”

spencer blinks. 

no. you’re friends - close friends, yes, but friends nonetheless.

but he thinks back to what he’s just said - 

he’d say the same for jj, right? for penelope, and for derek. even gideon, perhaps.

except... no. he wouldn’t. it’s for you, he’s for you, all of it and all of him.

and then the picture is as clear as day. no fog, no obscurity, no hesitance - and spencer’s relieved. relieved that finally, finally, he can put all of his feelings into one simple sentence.

“im in love with them.”

“yeah,” derek says, leaning back against the booth. “yeah, reid, you are.”

#headcanons #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you #criminal minds x reader #spencer reid fanfiction #i did not.. expect this to be over 1000 words my deepest condolences #mine #i hope at least one person likes this #india if u see this im sorry u had to put up with my breakdown over this woukd u like me to send u flowers #q