.Why Your Fave Loves That You're Tall .

₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.Why Your Fave Loves That You're Tall ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

this is for fem! readers who are constantly reading stuff that envisions them as being "small" "towered over" "tiny" "frail" etc etc. it's an isolating experience and can make you feel bad but i promise there's something lovely about being a tall lady 🩷 for the sake of this post im just envisioning characters who are 6' and above

🍓 Your F/O loves that he only needs to turn his head to give you a kiss. Whether it's your forehead, cheek, or lips that are perfectly aligned to receive his kiss, it brings him joy.

🍓 He adores when you both dress up for an outing or event, and you look show stopping. If you're wearing heels, he doesn't mind if you match his height or even exceed it, he thinks you look like a goddess. There's nothing that makes his heart flutter more than realizing just how regal you look amongst everyone around you.

🍓If he notices you feel out of place or self conscious about how much space you feel you take up, he's quick to reassure you. He'll place a hand on the small of your back, guide you through the crowd and no one can doubt how proud he is to be with you.

🍓He likes when the two of you hold each other, it feels like two pieces of a puzzle perfectly matched. It's the easiest and most comfortable thing in the world to fall into each others embrace.

🍓Similar to kisses, leaning his forehead on yours and looking into your eyes feels easy. You only need to walk up to each other, maybe a little leaning but then you make contact and you both feel comforted and safe.

🍓Dancing feels extraordinary. If it's a waltz or slowdance, keeping pace and maintaining eye contact is easy, and to all onlookers it looks magical and refined, like two swans.

🍓Even though you stand tall, he can make you feel so delicate and precious, taking your chin in his finger and thumb, touching you so gently and with such care, reminding you that above all things you are his sweetheart and absolutely perfect as you are.

I have a fever...

So anyway, I made an au where Futaba does not belong to PT (but still lives and helps them, just like Mishima) but instead of her as Navigator there is Kowalski (yes, that Kowalski) who for some reason suddenly appeared at Futaba's palace and is in the team and goes with Protag like Mona and the rest of the penguins are in New York and--

Guy who can’t cook and his daily ramen dinner

𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐧 🤞🤞

𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝗆𝗂𝗄𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗈 𝗑 𝖿!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

— 𝗇𝗈 𝗌𝗒𝗇𝗈𝗉𝗌𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝗆𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝗋𝗒 𝗂𝗆 𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 (𝗂 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗒𝗇𝗈𝗉𝗌𝖾𝗌); 𝖳𝖧𝖨𝖲 𝖨𝖲𝖭𝖳 𝖠𝖭𝖦𝖲𝖳 𝖡𝖳𝖶 𝖫𝖬𝖠𝖮𝖮𝖮𝖮

— 𝖼𝗐: 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 (𝗂𝗆 𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗋𝗆); 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗍/𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍? 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝖤𝖱𝖬𝖬𝖬𝖬; 𝗂𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍. 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗆𝗆𝗁𝗆

— 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾: 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗄 𝖧𝖨𝖣𝖥𝖩𝖠𝖲𝖨𝖥𝖣𝖩𝖠 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗄 𝗂𝗆 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗎𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗆 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗌𝗒!! 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗈, 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗂𝖼 𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝗈𝗇 𝗃𝗎𝗅𝗒 19𝗍𝗁 𝖫𝖬𝖠𝖮𝖠𝖮𝖮𝖠𝖮 (𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗒 𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗀); 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝗒 @fictional-gf !! 𝖳𝖧𝖠𝖭𝖪 𝖸𝖮𝖴 𝖲𝖮 𝖬𝖴𝖢𝖧 𝖬𝖬𝖬𝖧𝖬𝖬𝖬𝖬; 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝖻𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋@?#@#@

“love please don’t break up with me.” 

“reo? my love– what–”

“i can change. i’ll change for you. just for you. just please.. please don’t break up with me..” as you stare at tear-filled purple eyes, you can’t help but wonder why the mikage reo is kneeling in front of your apartment door—thrashed flowers in his hand, hair and suit a mess with sprinkles of snow on every part of his body and flushed cheeks from the cold weather, making him look like a child who just ran ten laps around your apartment complex.

“please, my love…” he grabs your hand, shoving the flowers in your hand as he bows, head on your doormat as he begs. “you deserve someone much better. someone smarter. someone more handsome than me…”

wasn’t he just telling me to not break up with him? 

he looks up again, tears streaming down on his face, a noticeable pout on his face. “i’m so sorry…i am so so sorry i couldn’t treat you ri-”

ok, you’ve had enough of his bullshit.

“love…i don’t know what you’re onto or.. or if– if you’re on something? but please…just get inside and tell me what this is about…alright?” you bend down to his height, kissing his forehead as you pat his head. 

stepping aside, you invite him into your humble abode. he doesn’t budge though, remaining in his original position, looking like a pet waiting for its owner's orders—head slightly tilting as he looks at you with wide-eyes. 

fine. we’re doing this the hard way then.

you sigh as you lay down on your bed, comforting a crying reo who is laying on your chest, and clinging onto you like he’s afraid you’d leave him.

“i’m so sorry, love. i really am..” reo wails like a child—snot and tears messing up your shirt. you don’t mind though. in fact, you’re quite happy you’ve gotten to that point in your relationship where he’s comfortable enough to show this side of his.

oh reo…my sweet reo…

“love. look at me.” you gently cup his cheeks with your palms, wiping away his flowing tears. 

“you don’t have to be sorry that you had to cancel our date. i mean, it’s literally fuckin’ freezing outside and i doubt anything is open right now.” you continue with a small smile, “plus, we don’t always have to go out for dates. in fact, we can have one now! you know, like a home date. uhhh like…cuddling? orrr we can bake cookies! ooooo we could also watch movies if you’d like!” 

he perks up at your suggestions, tears slowly subsiding as a subtle, yet noticeable happy expression appears on his face.

“really?” he asks, eyes opening wide as he awaits your answer.

“of course! we, commoners, need to have some kind of entertainment during days like these after all.” you tease him, playing with his soft hair.

“hey! that’s not nice!” his face scrunches up into an “angry pout” as he reprimands you for saying that.

“i’m sorry! i’m sorry!” you laugh as he removes himself off you, keeping the same pout on his face as he lays down on his side facing away from you.

well at least he’s not crying anymore. 

snickering, you snuggle up to him, acting as the big spoon, kissing his nape as you drape the blanket over the two of you. 

you wish him a goodnight, smiling and rolling your eyes as you’re met with a “hmph!” from the man child beside you.

after a few moments though, you hear your boyfriend’s soft voice, “will we still watch and bake and cuddle tomorrow?” it’s almost creepy how you can hear and feel the pout in his voice. you’re almost tempted to jump on him, squish his cheeks and litter him with kisses because of how cute he is right now.

but you refrain yourself from doing so, playing the role of “mrs. petty” to give him a taste of his own medicine.

“hey..” he calls out to you a little louder this time.  

you turn away from him slightly, acting as if he’s disturbing you from your slumber.

“oi!” you feel him turn to you and drape himself on your body—his weight almost knocking the air out of your system.

wheezing, you pat the man on his back as you try to push him away. 

“okay..okay. we will!” satisfied with your answer, he returns back to his original position and holds your arm captive. you try to get your arm back from his death-crushing grip, yet he doesn’t budge, only gripping it harder.

admitting defeat, you grumble and close your eyes, slowly drifting off to dreamland as you feel a fleeting pair of lips on yours.

what a man mikage reo is. 

"So, do you promise to love and respect your wife in joy and in sadness, in sickness and in health, in riches and in poverty, for all the days of your life, until death do you apart?"

"Yes", he says, but his mind instantly disagrees.

"No", he thinks. Because this life is too short. It doesn't last forever, but his love for you is unconditional and everlasting. Your days are counted, and you'll both die, that's unavoidable. Your lives will end. That's why he doesn't want to make your love dependent on life.

That's also why, even though he says "Yes" to the priest in front of everyone so that the ceremony can continue , in his mind, he promises "No. I'll never stop loving you, even when I'm 70, wrinkly and ugly, and even when I die, be it today, tomorrow or in 50 years. My love for you is too strong to die with me. It won't die, as long as you live. And when you die, we'll see eachother on the other side, so I can be with you and love you again".

And when he looks at you at the altar after the priest told him to "kiss the bride", with your mascara smudged from crying and that stupid smile he loves so much, he whispers to you, making sure you're the only one who hears it:

"And if death do us apart, I promise to find you in every timeline"

He then holds you by the waist and kisses you, sealing his promise.

REO MIKAGE, RIN ITOSHI, Alexis Ness, MICHAEL KAISER, Karasu Tabito, Bachira Meguru, AKAASHI KEIJI, Sugawara Koshi, ATSUMU MIYA, Bokuto Koutaro, KEIGO TAKAMI (Hawks), SATORU GOJO, Itadori Yuji

This image is Akechi's wish, too. I am emotionally devastated but also extremely pleased because this basically is an official, word of god statement to finally put to rest whether or not he actually hates Joker. Source is the P5R artbook. Image from here.