@lotus-babyy Drew One Of My Headcanons I'm Going To Simp

@lotus-babyy drew one of my headcanons 👑💌 I'm going to simp 😩

do ur stretches babs

bcz @carrotcreams‘s headcanons :P

could I have a match up please. I have short black hair with bangs I make my own earrings and my style switches between emo and Hawaiian shirts. I like to explore abandoned buildings and laying outside. I sleep a lot. I also like to listen to music. I mostly listen to kpop but sometimes I listen to pink Floyd, kurt Cobain, and nirvana. I have a pretty goofy personality and I have a really big swearing problem and I also have anger issues. I'm pretty shy but I won't hesitate to smack a bitch.🌈

Hmm~ I can see a few different answers for this one! But I think I’d match you with Deidara! 

The fact you are creative enough to make your own earrings would match well with his artistic nature. I feel like you two could even bond over making them together!

Both Emo/Hawaiian shirt vibes seem like something he would wear himself, so I think your fashion sense corresponding with his would bare some attraction.

Since Deidara is young and spunky, I feel like he’d enjoy the thrill of exploring abandoned and ‘spooky’ buildings. Plus, I think he’d really dig the whole aesthetic of it. Prepare for a lot of dates around this sort of space!

I’ve always had a headcanon for Deidara liking PF! So I think you two might enjoy each other's company in his studio while Time plays in the background.

Deidara likes an s/o that’s just as spunky as he is, so the fact you’ve got some fire would definitely attract his attention.

Your shyness would probably be something he’d tease you about as he finds it adorable, so prepare for a lot of picking on you in good heart.

Sooo... 10,000 notes and then a shirtless Emmet👀?

all aboard!!!

aha no legends arceus don't get me emotionally invested in an amnesiac train man you're so fun aha

Welcome Home (Ingo x reader x Emmet)

angst to fluff, no tw 821 words

It had been so long.

Even if you knew you could never forget him, so much time had escaped you that sometimes you began to doubt if he even existed in the first place. The only thing that was one hundred percent proving it was his twin brother, whose smile twitched downward a lot more often now.

Even if there was some warmth in your bed, it wasn't the same. Nothing was. If Emmet was on one side, Ingo was ALWAYS curled up on the other, curling a finger through your hair or gently running them down your arms..but only Emmet's heavy arms remained, and that was only if he could manage to come to bed that night. Some nights, in hysteria, he would go out and look for his brother. Anywhere that Ingo used to frequent. It was like he couldn't stop himself from trying to find the answer. It broke your heart to see Emmet coming in all hours of the night, face grim or his soft grey curls soaked with sweat or rain from being out in the elements with no concern for himself. He would fall in your arms, defeated by his unsuccessful search. Sometimes he would cry, other times he would near immediately fall asleep from exhaustion. You didn't know how much more you could take. Emmet had almost completely gone back to being nonverbal, only really speaking when it came to work or things he really needed to say. Anything else was a vague gesture or some of the sign language he and Ingo had taught you over the years.

It all felt hopeless. Useless. He was gone. Dead. Might as well have been.

But, do the dead really..not tell tales?

It was hard to believe it when you saw it. A scrappy man with a torn coat and goatee, hovering in your doorway. The bags under his eyes were like shadows, and he hunched over ever so slightly..but those eyes. Those were Emmet's eyes. But..it couldn't be..?

"Ingo?"

Your voice was smaller than it had ever been, hardly escaping your mouth without a broken squeak. Your tears welled in your eyes like dribbling lava, Ingo's lips giving a visible little twitch once he saw you. "Yes..it is m-oomph!" Poor thing could hardly get a word out before you threw yourself around him, face buried into his chest and arms tight around his middle. You could feel him loosen his tense posture, slowly resting his left hand on the small of your back to curl you into him. "Yes, my dearest.." he mumbled softly into the crown of your head, placing soft and gentle kisses all over you. You couldn't help but sob something fierce. It was loud, it was ugly, but it was happy. You could finally hold him again. He was in your arms, you could touch him, FEEL him again.

Upon hearing your sobbing, Emmet was out of the kitchen in an instant, panic written all over his half-smile. "Love! Are you-.." with a crash, the pan of omelet had fallen onto the living room floor and quick footsteps filled the almost silent home. In one swift motion, you and Ingo found yourselves on the floor, Emmet squishing you both in his arms in the tightest hug you think you've ever been in. He laughed. Emmet, after all this time, was finally laughing with a big grin on his face. This was real, not a fake 'bearing it' grin, or something he tossed around to assure you..this was joy. Happiness. Hope finally comes to fruition in front of him. His brother was home, alive, well, and only slightly damaged. There were no words for quite some time, the three of you lying on the floor and just holding one another. Finally, you could hear twin heartbeats all around you again, always seeming to be in sync. Wherever Ingo was, you thought, their hearts must have always still been beating at the same pace. Finally, you lifted your head to hold Ingo's cheek, giving it a little rub over with your thumb. You kissed him tenderly, as if he were a delicate glass sculpture, hardly there. He returned it just as sweet, holding your face in both of his hands. You could feel on your cheeks that these hands had seen many things. They were rough, scarred, calloused, his fingertips slightly rough in texture, but in the best way. Those hands were stronger too, your face feeling the hidden power that lay in each finger all the way down to his palms, wrists, and arms..something had definitely changed about him. Only pulling away once you had run out of air, you kept the distance between you so your lips barely brushed against one another. He was smiling. Ingo, the one who always kept a soft frown, was smiling almost as wide as Emmet. Against his lips, you couldn't help but mumble.

"Welcome home."

“ummmmm ur bra strap is showing :/ ”