#don’t talk to me I’m gonna cut my hair and dye it

[boba-beom]

what do you mean taehyun’s gonna do a collab stage and the song is rewrite the stars. AND NO LIVESTREAM. it’s one of those ‘you just have to be there’ moments

[charliemwrites]

Part 5 (it’s getting out of control) of Charmed Slasher Simon.

Part 4 is here. (Master list coming soon)

(Slight warning for a coworker being a bit of a pushy creep but Simon handles it)

“Riiiiileyyyy.”

Ah, that’s your naughty voice. It means he’s going to want to do awful, terrible things to you out of pure endearment for your cheek.

He turns, arches an eyebrow as you nearly skip up to him. Your hair is shorter.

“New haircut?” he asks as if his fingers aren’t twitching to bury in it and pull your head back.

“Yup! Thought about dyeing it orange, but decided it would clash with my flat.”

He snorts, gives in to the urge to curl a strand around his finger, watches it bounce back into place. You don’t seem to mind, sticking your cute little tongue out at him. (If you’re not careful, he’s going to put you on your knees and have you wrap it around his cock right there.)

“Sensible choice,” he replies, “yellow is more your color.”

You giggle, aren’t bothered by his flat, almost inflectionless tone. “You think?”

“Highlighter yellow. Or maybe banana.”

“Hey, I like bananas!”

He smirks. “Oh yeah? Big ones?”

You shove at him, face going hot. He doesn’t move an inch, not that you were trying hard. Touchy little thing. You remind him of those little birds that flutter around lions, picking and pecking right under their noses, amusing themselves with death.

“Don’t be icky, Riley.”

“Icky.”

“Gross nasty.”

“We’re name calling now?”

“It’s not name calling if it’s true.”

He clicks his tongue, ushers you into the building.

“There a reason for the new hair?” he asks, eyeing it. It’s pretty, don’t get him wrong. But he didn’t know you were getting your hair cut today.

“Fancy office party tonight,” you sigh, rolling your eyes. “My stylist just managed to get me in, but now I’ve gotta rush to get ready.”

“Now who said you could go out?”

“What are you gonna do, stop me?” you laugh, clearly thinking he’s teasing. He’s not. If you looked at his face, you’d know it. But you’re busy fussing with your keys, trying to unlock your door.

“I might.”

“Oh, you stop,” you huff, shaking your head. “It’s not even movie night!”

He’s been coming over once a week to watch a movie and drink with you. One of you picks the movie, the other picks the takeaway. He always chooses a horror movie, likes how your eyes water when you get truly scared. You refuse to watch slashers (haven’t told ‘Riley’ why) but you’ll indulge paranormal ones.

It’s not movie night - those are on Saturdays. This is Friday.

“What if I just kidnap you?” he asks. “Keep you in all weekend?”

You hum as if in thought, glancing at him over your shoulder. “Could I go back to work on Monday?”

“Have to see how I’m feeling on Sunday.”

You giggle. “A tempting offer, but you’ll have to settle for kidnapping me just for Saturday.”

“I don’t think you understand how kidnapping works.”

“I’d be a terrible hostage,” you say. He arches an eyebrow, inviting you to continue. “I have to pee when I’m nervous, I’d be talking their ear off - and! I cry like, so much.”

Oh he knows. He thinks of tears running down your pretty face when he cums.

“Some kidnappers like the crying. Theyre sadists.”

You scrunch your face. “But it’s like… gross crying. Total mess. And I make dying seal noises.”

No, you don’t, not in his experience with you at least. But he’s not going to explain that to you.

“Didn’t you have something to get ready for?” he asks because he’s violently wrestling the urge to make good on his threat.

“Fuck!” You glance at your watch, brows scrunching. “If I’m late, I’m blaming you, Riley Simmons.”

“Oh no.”

You stick your tongue out at him one last time and disappear behind your door.

—

He hears you come back at 11:30, has been waiting up. Pauses when he hears two sets of footsteps, a man’s voice talking to you. A wave of bloodlust nearly drowns his better sense.

You brought someone home from a work event? Did you lie to him and go on a date?

“Well, thanks for walking me to my door, Brandon.”

“Was happy to. Don’t want anyone snatching you up off the street now, do we?” An annoying laugh. Yours sounding a little flat and strained joining him.

“Oh, hey, mind if I come in?” Brandon asks. So casually, as if the yes is expected.

Simon’s hands ball into tight fists.

“Ah, it’s pretty late…”

“Well, that’s what Saturday is for, right?”

Oh. That little roach. Simon’s going to hang him by his own guts.

“I have plans tomorrow, actually.”

Good girl.

“That’s alright,” Brandon persists. “Just one drink. Least you can do since I went out of my way, right?”

“I mean, you didn’t have to, I would have been fine.”

There’s some genuine annoyance in your voice this time. Simon’s proud.

“Nah, what kind of gentleman would I be if I let you go home after having drinks?” Brandon chuckles.

“I didn’t have that many - and anyway I’m here now, so…”

“And so am I. At least a little something for my troubles?”

And Simon hears just the slightest, faintest ruffle of clothes.

That’s enough.

Simon yanks his door open and steps out. You’re nearly pancaked to your own door, head snapping to him with relief.

“Riley!”

Brandon takes a step back, expression stormy. Simon almost laughs. Little prick is barely taller than you, has done hard work maybe twice in his life. His hands look softer than yours. And he’s wearing a sweater vest.

“Did we wake you up?” you ask.

Simon saunters down the hall towards you. The closer he gets, the more nervous Brandon gets. But you seem to relax a bit more with each step, even shift towards him.

Very good girl.

“Was already up.” He doesn’t look away from Brandon, radiating menace.

You hum in understanding - know Simon keeps late hours. Brandon clears his still-intact throat and you jolt a bit, expression wilting.

“Oh, um. Riley this is my coworker. Brandon, this is Riley, my neighbor.”

“How do you do?” Brandon replies stiffly.

Simon’s not playing along.

“You try to push her again, someone will be pushing you in a wheelchair the rest of your life. Understand?”

Brandon sputters while your eyes go adorably wide, expression caught between horror and gratitude. Like you don’t know if you should be condoning his threats.

“I beg your pardon?!”

“Not yet, but you will if I see you here again, yeah?”

Brandon’s face drains of blood. You press your lips together.

“Now get the fuck out. I’ve got her from here.”

Brandon, worm that he is, scurries away with a hasty “see you Monday”. You don’t reply, too busy blinking up at Simon with parted lips.

He chucks you gently under the chin, eyes narrowing in amusement.

“Off to bed. I’m kidnapping you tomorrow.”

You audibly swallow, then nod.

“Thank you.”

“Good manners.”

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Masterlist

[mbbmz]

Heyyy!! I read your nsfw alphabet for Shinichiro and ngl i died halfway😭 (why aint he real😔) ANYWAY could you also do one for Wakasa? You write him so good <33

AHHHH HI AGAIN :D no but seriously why isn’t he real 😔 anyways you gonna be real sad soon bc Wakasa ain’t real either (it’s even worse ik)

Anywayyys like I said last time I love him so much so thx for requesting 🤭🤭

NSFW alphabet : Wakasa Imaushi

Anywayyys NSFW under the cut besties

Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

LOTS of cuddles. That’s the main thing after intimacy with him. I think this man loves physical contact and just lives for the way you fit in his arms. Will probably even run his hand in your hair and never utter a word.

You ain’t moving for a few minutes after he came bc he’s just not letting go. For the rest, it depends of the intensity of the activity. If he knows it has been rough for you, he’ll actually get up his ass if you ask him something. Otherwise I’m sorry baby bc you getting that glass of water yourself 😔

Body part : (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite part of his body is his arms, because they’re strong enough to keep you nice and spread for him <3 He loves to manhandle you, you can’t change my mind about this.

If you ask him what body part he liked the most about you, he will shamelessly and honestly reply your ass. Come on, you can’t tell me he isn’t an ass man. Probably check you out anytime and smack it when he feels like it.

Cum (anything to do with cum)

If he’s not wearing a condom, he would pretty much cum anywhere on your skin, just loves the sight of you coated in his load. It kinda depends of the position honestly (if he can, he will cum on your ass)

I also think he cums a lot (idk either just wanted to say it)

Dirty secret

Loves when you send him nudes, full or partial. Most of the time you’ll send them to initiate something before one of you comes home, but he keeps them to jerk off when he’s needy and you can’t take care of it.

Ain’t really a secret though bc like I said, this man is shameless and wouldn’t hide you anything you ask him.

Experience (How experienced are they?)

I like to think he’s pretty experienced. Probably had his share of hook ups, nothing really serious. He’s experienced and very skilled, can make your legs wobbles if he wants to

Favorite position

Spooning : Lazy sex with him is just SO obvious. I mean, imagine waking up to his face buried in your neck for behind. You’d hum curiously, before feeling his hardness poking at your ass. You’d understand the assignment and lift your leg slightly so he can slide in your warms walls. He would do slow and short movements, playing with your clit as he pants in your neck.

Reverse cow-girl : Like I said, he’s an ass man, so this position is just a must for him. It just turns him on so much. He would probably spread your cheeks to see his cock pumping in and out of your hole. If you’re embarrassed about it, it could be one of the rare times he praises you

Goofy (are they more serious in the moment or humorous?)

He’s always serious in the bedroom, you’ll never catch him crack a joke. However, he does enjoy teasing the shit out of you, but we’ll talk about that later

Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He probably trims regularly, just to keep a clean aspect. If you ask him to do more or less than what he’s doing he probably won’t, since he mostly does it for him.

Unfortunately no he doesn’t have purple down there 😔 but since he’s blond you can try and convince him to dye it (you won’t succeed but you can still try)

Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

I think he would be unknowingly romantic, would kiss you everywhere just to feel your skin under his mouth. Will suck and bite it, because he’s a little shit.

Jack off (Masturbation headcanon)

I don’t think he jerks off really often. Most of the time you’re here to help him when he feels needy and when you’re not he doesn’t necessarily have the motivation to do it himself. In rare moments of intense neediness he’ll pull out his phone and open the secret folder he has with all your nudes and videos-

Kink (one or more of their kinks)

I don’t see him as very kinky tbh

- Semi public : Will have you sitting on the counter of your friend’s bathroom while his tongue eagerly lap at your folds. You’ll have to muffle your moans and when you do he’ll give you that lazy, mocking smile, silently teasing you for your sensitivity.

- Hair pulling : Both giving and receiving, will pull your hair while you give him a blowjob or ride him (in doggy style also). He also wants you to pull his hair when he’s eating you out, will let out the prettiest moans, sending vibrations on your pussy.

Location (Favorite places to do it)

Loves doing it in places you can get caught (as long as it’s at least a bit comfortable). A car for exemple or a friend’s place.

Your bed works really well too, it’s the most versatile things after all <3

Motivation (what gets them started and going)

I swear I SWEAR he just loves seeing you mad. You’d be in front rambling about anything, a frown on your face and he would barely listen to you, the only thought in his brain being to fuck the anger out of you. If you ask him if he’s even listening to you, he’ll just tell you that you’re hot when you’re mad and try to fluster you (it always works)

Even if he tells you he don’t like it when you move too much during sex, the glint in his eyes when he has to grab your wrists and pin them for you to stay still tells you otherwise.

NO (something they wouldn’t do/turn offs)

I think he wouldn’t want to try knife/blood play. The only times he sees blood is when he beats up someone so it just feels wrong for him to make you bleed.

Oral (Giving/receiving preferences, skills..)

Has INSANE eating out skills and I’ll never shut up about it. He just loves feeling you crumble under his tongue. He can’t get enough of your thighs squeezing him. Face sitting is also a big yes. Will probably ask you to put all your weight on him bc he can take it <3

Ofc will never refuse a blowjob from you (although it will turn into facefucking most of the time, only if you’re comfortable ofc)

Pace (are they more fast and rough or slow and sensual)

Listen, listen. How about slow AND rough? Slow and hard thrusts with him, wants you to feel every drag of his heavy cock in your walls.

Quickie (Do they enjoy it quick?)

Really likes foreplay so I don’t think he’ll be really into quickies, but if one of you (or the two of you) is really needy, he will indulge in it. Prefers taking his time though.

Risk (are they up to experiment, do they take risks etc…)

Yes. He’s up for experiment AND risk. Pretty much down to try a lot of things with you, as long as you agree. As I mentioned, he likes doing it in places you can get caught. He’s very versatile, just name something and you’ll get to try.

Stamina (How many rounds can they go)

I think he could go for 2-3 rounds and start to really tire at the third. Could probably go a bit more but most of the time too lazy to do so (you’ll have to give him some motivation :) )

Toy (Do they own toys? Using them on a partner or themselves?)

He’s a little shit. Did I say that? Probably has a bullet vibrator and tease you with it. He’ll start by pressing in on your nipples and stomach, which is not nearly enough, and will have you beg for it before he gently presses it on your swollen clit. Wont let you cum however, he can do that himself.

Unfair (How much do they like to tease)

Tease tease tease tease. I swear he’s so unfair sometimes. Also loves putting you in your place, so if you’re acting like a brat, have fun being edged again and again.

Volume (How loud are they?)

Pretty quiet actually. You can tell when he’s close because he’d let out quiet pants and curses, but it’s the most you’ll get.

Wild card (random headcanon)

One day, Takeomi walked in the two of you having sex on his bed during a small meeting with a few common friends. Didn’t even seem surprised for some reason, just left the room while telling you to get dressed and out of his room. Keeps a close eye on you when you’re at his place since.

X ray (Let’s see what going on under those clothes…)

6-7 inches probably, a bit thick I think. No curves, just straight. His tip is a light pink.

Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Pretty average. I’d say he’d be fine by doing it 1-2 times a week, maybe even a bit less. If you have a high sex drive however he’ll be happy to indulge in your needs.

ZZZ (How fast do they fall asleep afterwards)

Despite being lazy, probably stays awake for a bit, just to enjoy cuddling you. Will probably let you fall asleep before him so he can listen to your soft breaths (or snores, whatever). He’ll always cuddle you before going to sleep.

[pigdemonart]

Battle Subway Depot Agents (by pig-demon)

When I made designs for these guys last year I didn’t really think they needed colored references/master post, but since then I’ve drawn them a lot! Also people have added them to their fanfics and drawn fanart! So I figured it was time I made a post for easy ref. :]

These designs are obviously free to use, just give credit (and link me your work if you're comfortable, because it makes me happy to see!) All I request is to stay respectful to their pronouns and skin colors, ya knooow… 👍 note: The pokemon on their cards are all companions, not the ones they use on the Battle Subway. Except Jackie...the litwicks are just there to fill space/give them company.

More info under cut:

Edit: Important disclaimer:

These are again my designs/interpretations for the agents. Please don’t treat them as canon or as the only, quintessential designs for these literal background npcs. Many people have done takes on them before and after me, even back in 2010. It feels silly to ask, but due to past experience, I ask that you please DONT hunt down anyone that does a different take on the depot agents!! 👍

Tags:

I'm gonna start tagging them individually, but for now all Depot Agent comics and art on this blog are tagged under Depot Agents.

Height chart:

I’m not too strict about heights, so I don’t really care about actual measurements. Here’s an approximation of what I tend to visualize though:

Sexualities/Gender Identities: I don't have official labels for each and every agent because I like keeping things fluid for characters to develop these traits on their own. However, as a queer person, I enjoy designing characters who are also queer, therefore I can safely say none of these characters are straight. The ones who are set in stone are Ramses (gay man), Cloud (lesbian woman,) Jackie (non-binary.) Furze uses he/they pronouns but their gender is undetermined. I also welcome anyone giving the agents a different gender identity to suit them (as long as it's done respectfully.)

Notes about each agent...

Cameron:

- Cameron dyes parts of his hair blonde and keeps other parts in black. This is because he is a big fan of Elesa and her fashion choices.  - Though there have been a few occasions to meet his idol, he is always way too nervous to approach her, feeling deep down that he'll mess up somehow. - He practices modeling poses in secret. He loves flourishes and flare, but is simply too insecure to put it on display. - Of his coworkers, he gets along the best with Furze. He's the easiest to talk to because Furze will do most of the talking. - Cameron is easily intimidated — even mean Pokémon can make him nervous. Though, his two worst fears are being left in a room alone with Jackie, and being left alone in a room with Isadore. - He takes advantage of his height to sometimes hide behind some of his coworkers. - Cameron is much better at Pokémon battles than he gives himself credit for. Emmet and Ingo were pleasantly surprised by this, since Cameron was promoted to fit a temporary role on the Battle Subway. They happily made him a permanent member when he proved himself capable. - His Dwebble (Pebby) is secretly very strong, and rushes to protect Cameron when it can. Cam sometimes thinks Pebby helps him feel more confident in himself too.  - If he stumbled into any of his coworkers outside of work, he would simply explode of embarrassment. - He is the youngest child and only son of his family. He lives in his own apartment in Nimbasa.

Cloud:

- Cloud (like Ramses) knew the twins when they were very young. - She used to be an ace trainer in her youth, even going so far to compete in the Pokémon league. Winning and becoming the champ was the most important part of her journey, but something happened along the way that changed that outlook. - It seems with age, her competitiveness has mellowed out. However, she maintains an intense energy when battling.  - Her favorite types are Psychic and Flying types. Swoobat (Sweetie) is her ace.  - Her favorite hobby is baking, and she often bakes sweets for the crew. She knows all their favorite flavors by now! - She prioritizes keeping a friendly relationship with all her coworkers and thinks of them fondly. She considers Ramses family after all the years of working together!  - She is a big fan of Brycen's movies and can recite the lines. - She lives with her wife in Anville. - Cloud loves doing maintenance work both at home and in Gear Station. She enjoys bringing her own tools and industrial flashlight.

Furze:

- Furze only has one volume setting (mid loud,) but he finds himself feeling right at home when talking to either one of the twins. - Furze has ADHD, and this is reflected in some of his habits, most visibly is his fidgeting when sitting still for too long. - He rides a bike to work every day. When he is late, Cloud clocks in for him so he doesn't get in trouble. - This is a kind of a guy that sits crouched gargoyle style on chairs. Only outside of work, of course. Bad posture could get him in trouble. - While working on the Battle Subway, there will be times Furze feels sorry for his opponents and offers to quietly let them pass anyways. This...has also gotten him in trouble. :[ - He went to the same elementary school as Isadore in Castelia. Though Isadore seems to have forgotten their short-lived acquaintance, Furze has not. This is part of the reason Furze claims they are in fact good friends!!! - Furze is the middle child of a big family. He lives with his mom and takes care of her, along with his many Darumakas and Darmanitan. All of his Pokemon have famous trains names. - He collects model trains. Naturally.

Isadore

- Isadore had plans to become the station master the moment he was hired as a depot agent, but alas... (sad trumpet sound.) - As a youth, he was more interested in science and engineering over Pokemon battles. He enjoys the strategizing aspect, at most. Not so much the competitiveness. - In addition, his Pokemon are all rescues and not used for battling. He's had his Watchog (Winston) since he was in his late teens. - His Electrode (Gregor) and Voltorb (Leonard) were rescued from the likes of Team Plasma. - Isadore admits he understands Pokemon better than humans. This has been apparent his whole life. - In spite of acting like a sitcom villain, Isadore cares about the management of Gear Station and the safety of the passengers to an incredible degree. He sees it as a personal life goal to assist in the management of Gear Station, as well as the success of the Battle Subway. - Though it pained him to become a subordinate to the twins, he begrudgingly accepts it for the greater good. - His almost militant efficiency certainly made up for his years of antagonizing the twins before they became the bosses. Ingo and Emmet understand this better than anyone. - Isadore keeps tabs on all of the staff members. So he very well knows all their birthdays and makes it a point to celebrate it. This is by no means a -happy- or -festive- event. It's just customary. - Like Furze, he was originally from Castelia, but now resides in Nimbasa. Isadore's only family is his mom and she lives in his childhood home with their Stoutland. - Isadore would have probably been voiced by every glasses guy ever J. Michael Tatum had he not already been cast as dear Emmet lmao

Jackie

- Jackie is a mystery and they like keeping it that way. When they talk, it's practically impossible to determine what is a lie or truth, especially if the subject is themselves or their background. - They love scaring Cameron the most and will ask to be paired with him whenever possible. They claim Cameron is their "favorite coworker," while Isadore is the least favorite. - It's plain to see why -- Jackie is the only one that doesn't passively tolerate Isadore's tirades. - Though my comics sometimes may allude to Jackie being a ghost/supernatural, this is not confirmed nor canon. I just personally enjoy toying with the concept. : ) That being said...

- Item #: SCP 7453

- Object Class: Euclid

- Special Containment Procedures: The ████ ██████ is ██████ within ████-██████. - Ingo and Emmet choose to not question anything about Jackie, since it's clear they're one of the more efficient workers. However it can be a safety concern... - Cloud and Ramses have worked with Jackie for a long time, though they've forgotten somehow. They believe Jackie is a new hire since they appear to be young. - Anyone trying to make sense of Jackie's employee records simply can't bring themselves to any conclusions. It's better to ignore the inconsistencies. - Jackie has never been seen to leave Gear Station. Jackie has never been seen in anything but their uniform. Jackie has never been confirmed to eat, drink or blink. Jackie knows your secrets. Jackie thinks it's... amusing.

Ramses

- Ramses sometimes misses having a full head of hair, but he thinks his signs of age make him look distinguished. (he is correct.) - Ramses is sort of the "mom friend," making sure everyone's concerns are heard, as well as trying to keep the peace whenever a conflict might arise. - If another coworker is feeling low, Ramses will try to cheer them up with a lighthearted joke or offer advice if they'd like it. - When the twins were promoted to bosses of the Battle Subway, Ramses cried because he felt so proud. - In most circumstances, he is a very simple and logical man. He is quick to find solutions and tries not to fret over the little stuff. It's not good for his heart after all. - His ace is his Pikachu (Musa,) though the mouse is more of a lap pet now. At home, he also has an Audino (Sara) and a Manectric (Nubi) who keep Ramses' husband company. His Klinklang (Moli) is the only one of his personal pokemon that accompany him to work nowadays. - Ramses considers Cloud family. They are best friends and love having family gatherings outside of work. They also gossip a lot, and don't mind when Jackie decides to join. - Ramses jokes about looking forward to retirement, but really doesn't want to leave until he is physically incapable of working anymore. Gear Station is like a second home to him.

In-Game Quotes

The most important reference of all are their in-game quotes, of course, so I'm adding it to the post. A lot of their personality traits can be extracted and interpreted from these few lines. And I personally love that about Pokemon NPCs -- there's a lot of room to explore and play with. Some appear very obvious. Cameron practically announces that he isn't ready for the battle that's about to ensue and seems genuinely surprised to win. Furze comes out the gate talking about the subject they actually care about, which is their job and their love for trains. The two of them are very easy to understand. Now, Ramses lines allude to a gentle and simple personality. He views himself with humility, and maybe even with a bit of humor comparing himself to a train and to his opponent to a station. If he loses he shows no signs of disappointment, he just accepts defeat with one last honest quip. It s also amusing to see the Depot Agents all use train metaphors to describe themselves since it falls in line with how Ingo and Emmet talk.

In comparison, Cloud does the same thing calling herself the terminal instead. Immediately, she is way more daring, though still keeping a sense of professionalism. To me, it's obvious she is competitive as she even admits she was expecting to win ("Ah...I didn't see it coming.") Jackie's lines are fun since it's up to interpretation if they are being literal or lying. It's almost like they are more interested in confusing/creeping out their opponent than actually beating them. To me, it gives off a mischievous vibe. Isadore's opener "There are only two roads in life." is a curious one because it almost feels like he is trying to be philosophical. Definitely a guy who views himself as an intellectual, regardless if that’s true or not. I like to think it's a saying he really believes in, and it applies to his life. The road he likes (long route) vs the road he hates (shortcut) -- fighting tooth and nail to become boss vs biting his tongue and accepting Ingo and Emmet as the Subway Masters.

Those are just my thoughts on how I write these characters. Please have fun playing with these lines too!

[austonwithan-o]

Summer Job- Trevor Zegras x Reader

After a certain boy walks into your hair salon. How could you say no to him asking you on a date? I mean customer satisfaction right?

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No warnings!

You had just recently moved to Bedford, NY to live with your grandparents. They offered for you to live with them during the summers when it was too expensive for you to fly back to Portland where your parents lived. Attending NYU completely on scholarship you didn’t have time for a job during the school year. You did cut hair on the side for some of your friends and they paid you some which covered some weekend excursions but nothing too crazy. Little did you know that side hustle would lead to you meeting the love of your life.

Sitting in your bed you scrolled through job listings, a lot of grocery stores, gas stations, target, fast food places were hiring but nothing really caught your eye. Annoyed you closed your laptop letting out a groan.

“I refuse to work at McDonald’s mom. I’m not coming home smelling like fries and grease and it’s a whole 40 minute drive from here! There’s literally nothing interesting here.” You were annoyed with the sparse selection of employment available and despite your obvious disappointment your mom let out a laugh much to your dismay.

“Honey I know you don’t wanna come home smelling like a fast food place but you’re gonna have to choose something. Plus it’s just for the summer! Just like what, 2 months? You can survive 2 months y/n or here maybe ask grandma and grandpa if they have any friends who have businesses. They know a lot of people around there.” Her voice rang through the speaker phone on your nightstand, it wasn’t a horrible idea, your grandparents did have a great reputation in the town and a lot of friends.

“Hmm you’re not wrong?” You said picking up your phone, “I’m gonna go talk to them it’s dinner time anyways.”

“Alright sweetie I love you! Have a goodnight and keep me updated on the job hunt.”

“Will do momma! Love you too!” Hanging up and making your way downstairs the smell of your grandmas food was heavenly. You loved it here.

“Oh perfect! I was just about to call you down!”

Your grandpa said pulling a chair out for you to sit. You smiled and thanked him as he pushed it in.

“So grandpa I was on the phone with mom, looking for jobs with her and I was wondering if you knew anyone who would be willing to hire me for the summer? I mean there’s fast food and restaurants and stuff but I just thought maybe you’d have more, I guess, connections around here?” Taking a bite of the chicken on your plate. There was a few seconds of silence before your grandma spoke.

“You know I actually do know someone who’s hiring but are you good with hair? My friend Carla has a hair studio 10 minutes into town and she’s looking for another employee.”

Bingo.

“I can cut hair! I have a little side hustle at school cutting hair for like $10. I mean I’m not professional but I’m definitely not bad at it. I can also style and dye hair too!” This was the perfect job you thought plus the tips would be great!

“Her name is Carla! I’m going in tomorrow to get my hair trimmed. I’ll introduce you to her, she’s such a sweet lady!” Your grandma said, “We will leave around 11? My appointment is at 11:15 and I like getting there a bit early.”

You agreed. After dinner you spent a few hours playing cards and chatting with your grandparents eventually heading up to your room.

You woke up around 10:30am a little tired from staying up watching hair tutorials refreshing your memory on how to cut hair but you didn’t need much reminding.

You showered, got dressed and ran downstairs grabbing the keys to your old Jeep.

“Grandma I’ll drive!” You exclaimed rushing out the door.

“Alrighty I’ll be there in a second.”

The drive was peaceful. Driving through the colorful country you couldn’t help but admire how nice and green everything around you was. Your thoughts were interrupted by your grandma.

“I don’t know if you watch hockey at all but Carla has a little bit of a celebrity customer you know.” She smiled, “I’ve met him before his name is Trevor Zegras. He’s a hockey player. I’m not sure which team but he’s a cutie. Maybe you’ll get to cut his hair.” She shot you a wink making you roll your eyes.

“Ah yes grandma I definitely need a hot hockey player boyfriend to distract me all summer.”

“He’s a very charming young man! I bet you two would hit it off!” You laughed at her statement. A relationship was definitely the last thing on your mind for the summer. Making friends? That would be fun but definitely no boyfriend.

“Grandma you know I don’t need a boyfriend. I mean especially since I would just be leaving to school in a few months.”

“You never know y/n! People come into your life for different reasons.”

You smiled at her words but it was true. You didn’t want a summer fling. It wasn’t your style. If you were gonna date someone it was going to be serious and having a hockey boyfriend was definitely not on your list of things you needed.

You arrived at the hair salon. The sign displayed on top read, “Bedford Village Hair Design” it was a cute little shop. You could see a few workers at their stations and a few customers in the chairs. You both walked in hearing the chime of the bells, “Alice! Good to see you! You’re a bit early but I’ll just get you started over here-“ the woman who you assumed to be Carla gave you a wide smile.

“And who might you be?” She asked pulling you into a hug.

“Carla this is my granddaughter y/n! She’s staying with me for the summer and I brought her here to introduce her to you! She’s looking for a summer job and I think she would be perfect for your salon!” She said as she sat down in the seat, you followed close behind the two, standing beside Carla.

“Well I definitely wouldn’t be apposed! Can you cut men’s hair? I have more and more male clients coming in and I need more help around here!” Carla spoke trimming away at your grandmas hair. She was definitely not new to this.

“Yes! I cut my guy friends hair all the time in school. It’s like a little side hustle so I can make some money during the year.” You explained.

“You know what that sounds great! If you want just swing by tomorrow let’s say around 9:30am and you can start if that’s okay with you? I have someone coming in at 9:45am who you can do. He’s very sweet.”

“That sounds awesome! Thank you so much!”

You waited in the corner for your grandma to be done her hair which took about 20 more minutes and with that you both left after.

The next morning you woke up throwing on a flowy floral dress trying to match the vibe of everyone’s outfits yesterday. You wanted to make a good first impression so you took your time with your hair and makeup. Rushing out the door it was 9:15 by the time you left luckily there’s never any traffic in the small town.

Walking inside the small business you were greeted by Carla and another worker Gracie. She was around Carla’s age and very very sweet as well.

“Hi you must be y/n!” She greeted you giving you a hug.

“Yes! It’s good to meet you?”

“Gracie! My name is Gracie! Well I’ll give you the heads up since you’re new I’m gonna let you take my regular client at 9:45 today. His name is Trevor! He’s very nice so don’t be intimidated and he will let you know how he wants his cut.” She said handing you an apron.

For some reason your heart dropped a bit but you didn’t know why. You hadn’t even met the guy let alone seen his face and already freaking out.

“Are you sure? I mean I can take someone else if you want-“

“Lovely don’t be silly! I insist don’t worry he won’t bite you! I’ll still be here I’ll just be organizing in the back and Carla will be in the front or back with me.” She said and with that the sound of the door opening and the bells jingling made you freeze in your place.

“Carla! Gracie! And new girl?” You shyly turned around to face him. His smiled was so bright and his eyes were so pretty. He walked over and gave Carla a hug all while scanning you up and down. He pulled away eventually giving you a firm handshake. His touch sending sparks up your arm, making butterflies form in your stomach.

Oh my God he was gorgeous.

“Trevor this is y/n! Y/n this is Trevor! She’s gonna be cutting your hair today Trevor.” Gracie said grabbing his hand. His eyes hadn’t left yours and you could sense the nervous energy radiating off of his tall figure. He ran a hand through his dirty blonde hair which fell perfectly back into place framing his chiseled features.

“Oh cool! I’ll get a buzzcut this time.” The two older women let out exaggerated gasps slapping his shoulder making him laugh.

“Hey I’m kidding! You know I’d never do that Carla.” You couldn’t help but laugh as well at their reaction. You were already loving this job and you’d been there for about 10 mins.

“Trevor the day you get a buzzcut is the day I officially quit my job.” She handed you a barbers gown and he followed your lead by sitting down in the chair letting you throw it over him securing it in the back. Your hands were shaking and he could feel it as you tied the back lightly brushing the back of his neck.

“Alright y/n let me know when you’re done, I’m going to help Gracie in the back. Trevor no buzzcuts.” She gave him another light slap on the shoulder and he shot her a wink. The two ladies walked off exchanged glances at the two of you.

“You can lean back and I’ll wash your hair first.” He followed your directions placing his head in the neck rest.

“I’ve been coming here for a long time and I’ve never seen you here or around here for that matter. Where you from?” Trevor asked looking at you. You refused to make eye contact with him because you knew you’d fold under his eye contact.

“I’m from Portland but I live here in the summer times and I go to school at NYU.” You explained as you massaged his scalp with the shampoo.

“Oh that’s sick! Yeah I live here during the summers but I’m in Cali most of the year.” He was very obviously enjoying you running your hands through his hair and you couldn’t deny. You did as well.

“My grandma comes here a lot. She said you play hockey huh? I didn’t know there were hockey teams in California.” You admitted almost feeling a bit stupid letting those words leave your mouth. Trevor grinning at your remark.

“It’s a weird place for ice hockey that’s for sure but yeah the Anaheim Ducks. I’m guessing you don’t watch hockey?”

“Not at all. I’m not huge into sports but I played volleyball in high school.” You rinsed his hair off then wrapped his hair up in a towel and motioned for him to move to the hair cutting seat. His height shocked you a bit more when he stood up letting you really observe him. You caught the smell of his cologne as he walked by sitting down in the chair. You couldn’t get enough of him but you were fighting the feelings.

“I’ll have to get you to watch a few games. It’s important if we’re friends you watch hockey or at least know how the game works.” He stated looking at you through the mirror making it harder to concentrate with his gaze.

“Also, keep the shape but just make it a bit shorter. It’s kind of hard to see now.” Trevor grabbed a front strand of his hair pulling it down his face to see how long it was.

“Oh so we’re friends now?” Teasing him a bit. You snipped away at his hair following his request. You couldn’t help but notice all the tattoos on his arms as well letting your eyes scan his features more.

“I mean I’m trusting you with my hair so of course we’re friends but let’s say I ask you out on a date. Would that make or break the friendship.” The question caught you off guard.

Y/n you just said you weren’t gonna date anyone. Tell him no.

“I mean I don’t see how a date could hurt the friendship. I’m free anytime past 4 when the salon closes.” You couldn’t believe you just said that. It was like you had no control.

“Perfect I’ll pick you up at 4 tonight. What you’re wearing is perfect.” You blushed at his comment. Finishing up his hair and blow drying it. He stood up and you shook the barber cape off. You did a pretty good job you couldn’t lie.

“You know I might have you cut my hair from now on beautiful.” He turned around to face you.

“I mean I charge more so if you’re fine with that I’m fine with that.” Joking obviously you walked over to the wall grabbing a broom to sweep up all the hair you cut off.

“Worth every penny. I’ll pick you up at 4 from here. Leave your car here and we’ll just take mine.” Carla came back to the front soon after.

“Yay no buzzcut! You did really well Y/n.” Carla gave you an encouraging pat on the shoulder.

Trevor made his way up to the front with Carla to pay while you cleaned up the hair on the floor.

“I’ll see you tonight y/n.” Winking at you he left the salon.

“I’m guessing you two hit it off huh?” Carla smirked.

“I mean I wouldn’t deny it.” You blushed at her comment making her laugh.

“He’s a great kid y/n. I wouldn’t let him near you if he wasn’t.” Carla smoothed out her apron retreating to the back again.

This was gonna be a very interesting summer and an even more interesting school year.

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Tbh idk how I feel about this one but oh well

[beautifulfuckup99]

BTS PREFERENCE #1: YOU HELP HIM WHEN HE’S INSECURE

Warning(s): Slight Angst, and Hurt/Comfort

Author's Note: Hope you enjoy!

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Jin:

He sighs deeply as he stands in the bathroom, hands running through his hair as he scrunches his nose a bit. He’d felt old ever since Jungkook jokingly pointed out a white hair he’d seen on him during a photoshoot. He was old. According to some ARMY, he LOOKED old too.

Some people were beginning to refer to him as ‘Oppa-Jin’ and it was starting to really get to him.

You tap gently on the bathroom door. “Baby? You in there? Come on, lunch is ready...” You say.

He stays silent and you knock again. “Babe? Hey, I know you’re in there...” You tease.

He sighs and slowly opens the door. “There you are. What are you doing? Hiding from me on your day off. Shame on you.” You tease as he leans against the bathroom doorway.

“Babe, I... I have a question...” He says softly. You nod and watch him. “Would you... be able to help me dye my hair?” He asks.

“Dye your hair? Yea, I’d love to.” You say casually and he nods fast.

“Great! Let’s go buy some dye, right now.” He says as he grabs your arm to pull you towards the apartment door with him.

“Whoa, wait.” You say fast and stop him. “Why the sudden need for change?” You ask with a soft chuckle as you rub his chest comfortingly. He sighs.

“I’ve got..." He pauses as if it's embarrassing. "A white hair.” He speaks finally.

You hold in your laughter as you watch him. “And... that’s a bad thing?” You tease.

“Y/N..” He sighs as he shakes his head. “You don’t understand.” He tries.

“I don’t understand that the guy I wanna grow old with is growing older and doesn’t want to?” You raise an eyebrow and Jin looks down. You wrap your arms around his waist.

“Babe. You’re still the same charming and sexy and smart and fit man I fell for. A little white hair isn’t changing any of that. You’re growing older. That’s awesome. So am I.” You say. “Besides,” you say and run your fingers through his hair. “You’d make a great silver Fox.” You tease.

He chuckles. “You better be saying that when you have to take out my dentures.” He jokes and you laugh and nod fast.

“Deal.” You smile wide before pecking his lips.

Suga:

‘He honestly looks miserable being with her! Lol’

'OMG, the way he lets her hold his hand with no reaction. I’m 💀’

‘Obvious publicity stunt is OBVIOUS!😂’

Yoongi silently scrolls through the comments of different TikTok edits that showed you and him as boyfriend and girlfriend out in public, and how he reacted to talking about you in his interviews.

He frowns the longer he reads...

He wished he could be more outward with how he felt. Especially since he DOES love you. He just... had a hard time really saying it. But you knew he loved you, right? Or were you also tired of his painfully shy ways? He sighs and lays back on the couch. "Why can't I be... normal?" He whispers quietly to himself before rubbing his face tiredly.

You walk out from the bedroom at that moment and frown as you watch your boyfriend wallow in self-pity.

“Are you coming to bed, or... are you gonna keep me waiting?” You ask finally as you walk over, wanting to lift his mood. Yoongi looks up at you with a frown. It breaks your heart.

“You know I... love you. Right?” He asks softly. You hum and reach down to stroke his hair back.

"I’d hope so. We’ve only been together for a whole year...” You joke.

“I’m serious, Y/N." He mutters and you sigh softly. "I don’t want you thinking because I don’t... show you affection that that means I don’t... love you. I do. I try. I... I just get in my own head-" You cut Yoongi off.

“Where is all this coming from?” You ask as you move on to his lap. He silently hands you the phone, so you see the edits of you being more affectionate to him than he is to you. You roll your eyes at that.

“Baby. I know you’re shy. I knew that the minute you sent Jimin over to say hi to me instead of you...” You tease. “I don’t pay attention to affection or PDA. Cause I know you love me, and you should know I love you. You and all your black cat energy.” You giggle as you tap his nose.

“Black cat energy?” He laughs a bit, scrunching his nose as he tries to act like that didn't make him feel a little better.

"See? You're doing it right now!" You laugh and peck his lips as he blushes a bit at the affection.

J-Hope:

“I think you’re done for the day.” You say happily as you bounce into the dance studio your husband was in. He was STILL practicing the routine even though everyone had left by now.

“Don’t tell me. Namjoon called you?” He rubs his sweaty face. The man looked exhausted, but his own stubborn pride of being the 'dance teacher' of BTS was egging him on to get these moves down.

“Yea. Said you were being stubborn. What else is new?” You joke a bit as you walk closer.

“I can’t leave till I get this down.” He tries as he gets back into position.

“It’s late. You missed dinner. Luckily, if you ask nicely, I can open the kitchen back up when we get home.” You say simply.

“No. Y/N, please. I have to work on this.” He says again, a bit more tense. You stay silent for a moment as you watch him.

“What’s gotten into you?” You ask finally and he sighs deeply.

“I... I just wanna... I wanna be..." He pauses as he looks down.

"Perfect?" You guess and he stays looking down. "Being away for so long... There's new artists now. And I'm happy that new artists are coming up, but-" You cut him off. "But what if ARMY leaves.” You say, understanding. Hobie says nothing.

“Well." You begin as you walk over to him. "You ARE perfect. The DEFINITION of perfection. Baby, you’re gonna drive yourself crazy always focusing on the future...” You state as you move to hold him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“You’re an amazing dancer. And an amazing rapper. But you're more than that. You... Are ARMY's hope." You say before pecking his pouty lips as he rolls his eyes at you playfully.

"You were born to be a performer. And you’ll get this move down. But not without eating and resting...” You say.

He sighs softly and looks down. “Mm... Ok. Fine. Fine, fine, you’re right...” He nods fast and you smile, pleased with yourself.

"Aren't I always?" You tease before kissing him again.

Namjoon:

“You’re all quiet since the interview this morning. Ready to tell me what’s wrong?” You ask as you twirl the noodles along your chopsticks.

“Nothing. Tired.” He says softly and you raise an eyebrow.

“Then look at me." You say and Namjoon pokes at his bowl of food, but makes no attempt to actually look at you.

"Joonie..." You say and he sighs, poking at his noodles some more as he bobs his head around to try and figure out the right words. “Jimin’s story.” He finally says.

“Jimin’s story? You mean him talking about how you broke my glasses a couple of days ago while we were all hanging out? That was funny!" You defend. "What’s the issue with it?” You ask in confusion. It was a simple incident that happened during a drunken game of twister. At a certain point, Namjoon stumbled back and, while trying to catch himself, he grabbed on to the table, not seeing your glasses there. He broke the temple of the glasses from slamming his hand down on it.

“It wasn’t the story. It... was what the interviewer said afterwards. ‘Always breaking things’, ‘Seems like no one’s safe from the curse’. Like I’m just some big doofus.” Namjoon says as he stays looking down, feeling embarrassed.

“You’re MY big doofus...” You try with a smile only to be met with a frown as your boyfriend finally looks up at you. You sigh. “Ok. Hey. Come here...” You say as you motion for your 5-foot 11 baby to get up.

He mumbles under his breath as he gets up and moves over to you. He sit in the chair right next to yours and you sit on his lap with a deep sigh, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“It’s always an accident. But I always get seen as the giant of the group that ruins everything. No wonder people question why I’m the leader...” He mutters.

“That's easy. I know the answer to that. It's... because... you’re smart." You begin as you rock with him swaying with you as well. "And warm. And you’re safe. It's because everyone can be panicking, and you’ll still keep a level head. So, you’re accident prone. Who cares. Look around you, ‘giant’." You tease. "You’re in a home we decorated together, sitting at a table we built together, eating dinner we cooked together just now. And nothing bad happened. It’s not a curse, and you’re not a doofus. Now stop talking crap about yourself. It’s a rule of mine to always defend who I love. Even from themselves. So... watch your mouth.” You smirk and watch as Namjoon slowly smiles a bit before nodding.

“Now. Dig in." You say happily and pull his bowl to him and the chopsticks as well.

"Yes, ma'am.” He says gently before grabbing his chopsticks. He goes to break them apart only to accidentally break them in half.

You cover your mouth to not laugh, and he groans, face palming.

“I love you...” You giggle and he looks up at you with a sheepish smile.

“I love you.” He sighs hopelessly as you get him a new pair of chopsticks.

Jimin:

“Baby? Are you... sleeping?” Jimin whispers as he watches you lay in bed.

“No. Thank your seed for that. Stomach is killing me...” You mutter as you turn to face your husband of two years, but pause when you see tears in his eyes. “Jimin? Baby? What’s wrong?” You whisper as you move to hold him.

“Do you... think I’m... manly enough?” He asks slowly.

“What? Where is that coming from?” You ask in confusion and shock. Jimin has always been strong in his gender identity, feeling both like a man while keeping some femininity to him. You respected this from him and loved him even more for never making you ‘play a part’ in this marriage. You both acted masculine and feminine in multiple ways and found a comfortable balance. Hence why you were now happily three months pregnant.

“It’s... it’s nothing. Maybe I’m just tired. Lots of recording.” He tries fast as he moves to close his eyes.

“Hey." You grab his face tenderly. "Tell me.” You say and he sniffles a bit.

“Us coming forward with the pregnancy. People are... cracking jokes on Twitter about how... they didn’t even know I… had something to get you pregnant with...” He mutters bitterly. You scoff at that and roll your eyes.

“Baby. Look at me..." You say and stroke his cheeks softly. "You are more of a man than any guy I’ve ever met. Wanna know why? Because you don’t need to prove it to anyone. Because you know who you are, and you know what you want. You’re so self-assured and that’s what you’ll reach our child too. And I can’t wait to see who they grow up to be, knowing they’ll have an amazing father like you.” You state.

Jimin blushes and moves to kiss you softly. “I love you...” He smiles as he wipes away a few of your tears. You smile and hug him close. “I love you...” You state.

Taehyung:

“It’s nice to know you’re not just a pretty face.” You mock the interviewer’s comment to your boyfriend who had just finished promoting his new solo project, a jazz album.

“Oh god! I'm PISSED! Who is that guy to-“ Taehyung cuts you off.

“Baby, breathe..." He chuckles. "I’m used to it. Really. It’s not a big deal. Don’t let that ruin the rest of our night.” He tries as you guys get into the back of the black SUV that would be taking you guys back to your hotel room.

“No, Tae. It does bother me. And it should bother you too. You’re so fucking talented, and all anyone likes to point out is your looks?! Hell no. That’s where I draw the line. You deserve more respect. I think after all this time of you working nonstop, you’ve earned it.” You say before realizing you're ranting. You sigh and gently grab his hand.

“You’re more than what they want you to be...” You state and he looks down, the laid back, 'I don't care' image finally falling. He nods slowly, shoulders slumping.

“Thank you, baby. For getting all... fired up for me.” He chuckles a bit and you kiss his cheek.

“That’s what I’m here for.” You shrug playfully.

Jungkook:

“Hey, baby. How was the live?” You ask as you look up from your magazine.

Jungkook sighs deeply as he tiredly walks over to you and lays on the bed.

“Sad. Really sad. I had to tell the fans something.” He mutters, and you pause, setting down your reading for the night and patting your lap. He lays his head in your lap, and you play with his hair.

“What was it now?” You ask tiredly. Jungkook was always so mindful of ARMY, but it was hard on him too. He wanted to please everyone...

“They think I’m depressed! Or... an alcoholic? I don’t know. I told them it’s one thing to worry about me, but to just throw out those accusations out there like that, it hurts!” He says and you nod, letting him just vent. “Namjoon was right. ARMY’s changed...” He mutters.

“Mm... I don’t think so. ARMY... those fans who really love you... they’ve gotten older, yeah. But they haven’t changed. It’s the other fans. The ones who are so used to toxicity that they can’t help but drag it along with them wherever they go. But that’s not ‘ARMY’. ARMY, real ARMY? They love you guys. Just the way you are. You're doing the best you can. You've gotta stop putting so much pressure on yourself.” You state as you comfort him as best you can. He smiles sadly and sighs deeply.

“Thank you, baby. You always know how to get me relaxed.” He nods before pecking his lips up to you. You giggle and lean down, kissing him tenderly.

[minkebel]

I don’t know what to say… I’m baffled. My roommates have been essentially shunning me for months, in fact the only times I talk to them is when they’re asking me for something

I haven’t seen our pet rabbit that me and one of the girls coparent since June because he’s staying in her room and I’m not just gonna barge in, so I’ve just been buying his supplies and leaving them in the kitchen so that at least he’s got what he needs

we’ve been good friends since we moved in together a year and a half ago, and I bend over backwards for them because I love them dearly. We used to do everything together. I buy all the stuff for the kitchen like dish soap and paper towels, I take them out to dinner when they have no money for food, I restock the snacks every week, etc. I do these things because I’m privileged enough to make enough money to do so, and because I enjoy taking care of my friends

the thing that finally broke me was when they got me absolutely nothing for my birthday. My birthday is the last of the three. for the first birthday I spent $100 on her gift (the only thing on her list) and almost as much on decorations. for the second birthday i spent $200 on presents since her list was a lot longer and bought just a single happy birthday banner from the dollar tree, so I spent about the same on both girls. For my birthday, they didn’t even get me so much as a stick of gum

I had figured that if they had a problem with me they’d come out and say it, but after the whole birthday thing (and the required thinking period) I finally texted them ‘wtf guys? we don’t have to hang out obviously, but y’all are actively avoiding me and I would like to know where we stand, at least’

it’s been six days since I sent that text to no response and I think the answer is clear

I don’t even know what I did wrong, but if they’ve so clearly made up their minds about me, then I don’t really have a choice but to cut my losses

I have to live with them until our lease is up next June, so I’m not gonna be completely petty and take the things I paid for out of the kitchen, but anything I buy from now on will be kept in my room and only brought out when I need them

I’m just tired. I called my best friend and she’s gonna come pick me up and we’re gonna do a movie marathon and eat a ridiculous amount of doritos and maybe dye our hair

[yurayura-kurage]

A3! Troupe Event: MY WORST WEDDING | Event Story Translation (5/11)

Neither Japanese nor English is my first language so please forgive me if I made mistake. However, feel free to point me out, I’d love to hear your feedbacks on the translation ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

Translation under the cut

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Azami: Hmm–, well this isn’t bad either but… I’d like to give a more dignified impression of a former soldier.

Juza: Should I gain more muscles?

Azami: That’s okay, but I want to do something about the hair makeup plan too.

Juza: Omi-san will have his side hair shaved right.

Azami: Yes. Juza-san’s Grayson has a scar on his eyebrow, do you want to have an updo hairstyle with your bangs slicked back like Omi-san?

Juza: Sounds good. It also suits Grayson’s image.

Azami: Then, we’ll go with this hairstyle… 

Juza: What are you planning to do with your own hair makeup? Are you gonna dye your hair blonde?

Azami: I’ll never have my hair matched with Sakyo’s.

Juza: …That’s right, speaking of Sakyo-san, I heard his sister came to our dorm.

Azami: Your brother also asked me the same thing.

Juza: Kumon was surprised about how rare it was for Sakyo-san’s sister to come to the dorm. 

Azami: So that’s it. It seems that she came to consult about Sakyo’s mother.

Juza: Sakyo-san’s mother you say–– Did something happen to her?

Azami: No, it’s not something bad–. Sakyo’s sister wants to have a wedding photoshoot for her parents on their upcoming wedding anniversary.

And she wants her mother to wear a wedding dress, but her mother didn’t want to. That’s why she came to ask Sakyo to help persuade her, but Sakyo refused.

Juza: I see…

Azami: By the way, Sakyo’s mother is a fan of yours right?

Juza: Aah, she’s been taking care of me a lot. 

She gives me presents during the run of Autumn Troupe’s performances, so I always contact her to say thanks every time she does that.

Azami: You even know her contact info.

Juza: Sometimes before the performance starts, she sends me a support message and asks how Sakyo-san’s been doing recently.

Since it’s that person, Sakyo-san doesn’t contact her by himself too frequently. And it seems that the old lady also doesn’t often contact him directly. They’re just like mother like son.

Azami: I see.

Juza: While caring about each other, they don't seem to be some busybodies that can interfere so much with each other’s lives. 

About the wedding anniversary celebration too, it must be difficult for Sakyo-san since it’s not something he’s good at.

Azami: …

Juza: It’s just, I don’t know a first thing ‘bout wedding but it seems to be a memorable event.

My mother often talks a lot about wedding, too. We also have photos decorated in our house.

Azami: ...I also heard from my mom before she passed away, that she wanted to wear a wedding dress. In my parents’ wedding ceremony, she wore an all-white kimono to match with my father.

If possible, I think she wanted to wear one before she breathed her last breath. Sakyo’s mother and mine are somehow similar.

Juza: I see…

Azami: Sakyo’s mother said that she didn’t want to wear a dress because she wouldn’t look good in it now, but I don’t really think so. 

When I talked to Yuki-san about this, he said age didn’t matter. I think makeup can solve that problem.

Well, nothing, neither Sakyo nor his sister asked me to be all fussed over and act like this tho… Maybe even Sakyo’s mother doesn’t have that much fondness for a dress to begin with…

Juza: …Shall we go and meet her.

Azami: Eh?

Juza: I want to meet her in person and show my gratitude too. Then why don’t you ask her what she really means?

There might be some true feelings she can’t tell her son and daughter, I guess.

Azami: Well… It’s true that such things can also happen. That reminds me, there is something I want to say thanks to her, too.

Juza: If so, I’ll contact her then.

*At the living room*

Omi: I’m home.

Sakyo: Welcome home. You’re late today.

Omi: Sorry, my work took longer than expected– I’m in charge of dinner for tonight, so please wait a bit.

Sakyo: Then I’ll lend you a hand.

Omi: Thank you!

*Shifts to kitchen*

Sakyo: Did you have another shooting work today?

Omi: Yes. It was a pre-wedding photoshoot taken in the park.

I was so excited to take a miraculous photo that I ran to the local shop on the street to buy white sheets in replace of the reflector boards… 

I was dripping in sweat.

Sakyo: That was tough, wasn't that.

Omi: But it’s great to keep an once in a lifetime moment like that. I think it’d be nice to take my job seriously for that moment.

Sakyo: …You, did you hear something from the Director or Bon? 

Omi: Eh? What do you mean by that…

Sakyo: No, nothing.

(Even if it’s a once in a lifetime commemoration, it’d be meaningless if she didn’t want to…)

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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[superbattrash]

Sometimes I regret telling my friends that I still enjoy doing hair/makeup even after coming out

Last night I got a text from a friend (the last time I heard from her was Saturday and we were talking about my therapy) that said: “and my split ends too. Because I can’t get an appointment until October. I’ll give you 10$ for it”

And I got a little upset (because what the hell? How about a hey, do you have time to do my hair?) so I didn’t reply until this morning - I told her I thought some of her text was missing. She then called me and started talking about how she thought we’d still been talking about her hair. I told her okay and then she went into a long rant about how she had to cancel her hair appointment and how troublesome it was and how she needs me to dye and cut her hair real quick

And I was just like 🧍🏻 when? Because I’m on sick leave and have a rigid schedule I adhere to and if I screw it up, I end up having anxiety attacks and crying. She knows this. She then told me that she could stop by tomorrow at 11am, so I could do my walk first

Gee. Thanks.

She ended the call by saying “we’ll just see tomorrow, you can always tell me if you don’t have the energy for it” like??? Why would you assume I’d say yes and then tell me I’m allowed to cancel? Plans you made without really consulting me?

Of course, I want to help. She’s going through a breakup and wants to look pretty, I get it. But she won’t get out of bed before 10am and dying and cutting her hair will take me HOURS. She knows I don’t do things after noon and yet she’ll show up at 11?

Good god I’m already fucking exhausted. I’m obviously gonna do it because what kind of friend would I be if I didn’t? (A tired one who respects his own boundaries. What?)

[she-karev]

Girl's Night In

Previous Part Here

Age Rating: 12+

Chapters: Three of Five

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy

Summary: At April’s insistence Amber listens to the voicemail from Andrew that takes her by surprise.

Words: 1265

Chapters Links: 1,2,3,4,5

March 25th, 2020

Amber stands under the waterfall shower of Jackson’s bathroom enjoying this warm and blissful moment to herself. The dark hair dye streams down her back and into the shower drain below her feet. She tries to wash the stress of Andrew’s pending voicemail down the drain but it doesn’t work. If only pain and humiliation can be so easily remedied.

Her blissful moment is cut short when she hears a knocking on the glass shower stall. She opens her eyes to find the knocker was April who stands outside the stall wearing a shower cap from the red hair dye Amber just applied before going to wash her hair of the excess.

“Hey you still got 30 minutes left get out.”

“Trust me I wouldn’t interrupt you especially when your hurt and pissy but I have something you should hear.” April holds up Amber’s phone showing the voicemails, more specifically the one from Andrew that was opened.

Amber widens her eyes at the phone and gets angry at April for violating her privacy and listening to the voicemail, “What the hell is wrong with you? I told you I didn’t-”

“Want to listen to the message I know but I had to listen to see if it’s as bad as you think it is and if it was, I would have deleted it and spare you from more pain.” Amber opens her mouth to object, but April keeps talking, “And before you strangle me just take a second to remember when you interfered in my personal life and betrayed my confidence by going to my ex and telling him about my divorce after I explicitly told you not to.”

Amber closes her mouth but is still glaring at April who looks unashamed, “Now were even.”

Amber groans and turns off the shower before coming out naked in front of April who widens her eyes, “Wow you obviously don’t have boundary issues.”

Amber wraps a towel around herself, “I guess we have something in common after all, delete the damn message. Hell block his number I am not subjecting myself to this crap anymore, I grew out of it and I am not gonna get back in.”

April still holds out the phone to Amber in the middle of the bathroom, “I would agree with you full heartedly but before you do you should really listen to this message he left you.” Amber scoffs, “Amber, I like you. On and off but you’re not just Jackson’s friend, your mine and as a friend I wouldn’t open your heart to another dagger thrown by your ex. I am telling you to listen to this message and you can decide then if you hear the man you love on the other side or not.” Amber narrows her eyes at April who continues, “At this point he can’t hurt you worse than he already has can he?”

Amber stews in her anger holding the towel around her before grabbing her phone from April’s hand and pressing the message and holding the phone against her ear.

‘Hey it’s me…I’m sorry.’

Amber stops surprised to hear not manic ramblings or erratic backlash but sincerity and calmness that she was sure she would never hear again from Andrew. She was sure the mania was gonna eat the man she loved alive and leave her with another mental case to hurt her. But instead, she hears the calm and gentle man she fell in love with. She listens to the message as it keeps going.

‘I am so sorry for all of it. I am taking my meds and going to therapy, and I know now that you were right to worry, and I was wrong to lash out. I know it doesn’t make up for it now, but I want to if you’ll let me. Can we please meet and talk? I want to talk and see if…see if I can get us back to where we were before I screwed everything up. I love you, I miss you and I promise I can be better. Okay good night.’

The message ends and Amber is processing the message for a few moments with April looking at her in suspense for her reaction. Instead of reacting Amber walks out the bathroom with the towel wrapped around her leaving April who looks shocked. April snaps out of it and follows Amber to her room where she changes into her pajamas.

“Well?”

Amber puts her sweater on and turns to April, “Well what?”

April’s eyes widen, “Are you gonna call him back and talk to him?”

“Talk about what? About how he compared me to my horrible parents and kicked me out of our apartment?” Amber recounts still feeling the heartbreak she is trying so hard to mend, “Or how he left on his motorcycle and only came back for Webber and not for me?”

April winces at that but persists, “He seemed sincere on the message maybe he’ll be sincere about making it up to you.”

Amber scoffs, “Why would I want to make up with him? After everything he did to me? I am not some country singer in a music video who goes back to the man who hits her I know my limits and I told him that I reached it with him. And suddenly he thinks I can go back on my word and be his punching bag again?

“It’s not like he wanted to hurt you of his own free mind. He was manic and the illness-”

“That’s why I can’t go back!” Amber tells April in a broken voice before lying down on her bed in despair staring at the ceiling, “My mother’s schizophrenia hurt me, my brothers nearly killed me and my boyfriend’s mania kicked me to the curb after getting me to trust and love him. I have had too much crazy in my life, and I have been neglected, abused and almost killed because of it. I can’t be in that again; I can’t date that! I told him I was done with that life I told him that and he still…” Amber grabs a pillow and screams into it frustrated.

April stands by frozen by Amber screaming into the pillow that takes her by surprise. It lasts for a few seconds before Amber puts it away and continues, “Oh god he told me to leave April he-he was the one who said we were over.”

April sits next to Amber who puts her hands over her face trying to keep herself from crying, “Okay look I’ve known you and DeLuca for a long time, and I can see the love you two share and it is something out of this world. And in this dark and unfamiliar world we need as many people as we can to help us brave the storm. I know he hurt you and you’re right that you have been a victim of mental outbursts for too long and I think you should hear what he has to say. If he’s sincere in his guilt and he wants to make things right and if you want that too then maybe you can work through this. If not then it’s not meant to be after all.”

Amber groans as she keeps staring at the ceiling, “…I need a drink. Or 20.”

April nods understanding Amber doesn’t want to talk about it anymore, “Well lucky for us my ex-husband has very expensive liquor downstairs, let’s go!” April pulls Amber off the bed so they can continue their girl’s night.

Next Part Here

[dancingbabya-notes]

Summer Mirrors 1

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Kiba x reader (Idol AU)

wc: 1017 (I fought for those last fifty words damn it)

Welcome to week one, who this finds everyone well I just wasn't sure what to do this year and I knew for a fact that I wouldn't have time to do a really long list of characters and a whole bunch of prompts. if you can tell that I didn't know what I was doing... no you didn't. But hopefully the rest of them come out a bit better.

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You were always dragged along to events by your friends, Hinata and Ino—ever the unlikely friends—happened to like the same idol group as teens. You didn’t entirely dislike them, but you weren’t exactly a stan. It wasn’t obvious at first, you thought you were doing normal event stuff, what you forgot was some time ago Ino had signed the three of you up for a recent audition. An idol audition. You weren’t a slacker you were just not sure why being an idol was what she thought was good for you all.

“You’re telling me you want us to do what we do for fun for some men in suits?” Hinata stutters.

You blink a bit confused. “Didn’t your dad say that he didn’t want you being an idol unless it was under his company?”

“No, he changed his mind,” Hinata chuckles nervously as she  looks away.

Ino smiles as she pulls the two of you close. “Come on we got this, it’s not gonna be too hard.”

It was hard. Because upon getting accepted you three were given another newbie. It didn’t take long for your parents to get involved, despite how they claimed they wouldn’t insert themselves in your life, they did actually do something good for once. Whatever it was, your parents did make it, so you and your friends weren’t bound by contracts that they drafted. Luckily the added member was also roped in with you and they also got out of an unfair contract.

“So… you want to write songs Sakura?” You were stretching and it was obvious that you were already sick of the constant practicing, exhaustion was starting to nibble at your nerves when involuntary moments would be bade based off the drill like practice.

“I mean one of us has to.” She shrugs a bit, the recent cut to her hair was uneven and you know why.

Digging in your bag you hand the bundle to Ino. “Ino, don’t you know how to cut layers think you can fox busted bangs.”

“Y/N!” Sakura gasps quickly covering her forehead.

“Oh, come on, I had to dye my hair again I don’t wanna hear it.” You roll your eyes as they leave.

But with just you and Hinata in the room you didn’t expect anyone to walk in. Much less an idol group you were familiar with.

“Hey shorty,” smiles a cocky man, his eyes bright as he towers over you.

Finding the manicure, you’d been given recently much more entertaining, you glanced to Hinata, her mind must have been short circuiting. “Hina, when do you get to go back home?”

Snapped back to reality she blinks, picking up the little book she’d started to help keep herself organized. “We have two hours before physical practice ends. Then Sakura and I have vocal practice while you and Ino need to talk to the manager again.”

“Tch, I hate talking to them they never listen anyway.” You roll your eyes before looking at the man still a little too close for comfort. “Why are you boys here anyway?”

Sai, Ino’s favorite, chuckles a bit. “We’ll be doing practices together for a little bit. They want us to do a collaboration.”

Kiba hums. “That’s right, they want us to do pairs. And we’re paired together rapper.”

“Huh?” Irked by his continual dismissal of personal space you cross your arms. “This is news to me.”

Ino and Sakura walk into the room. “So, I thought it was a joke, was he actually serious.”

“Yup,” Naruto seemed energetic as he looked Hinata in the eye. “And I’m paired with you.”

“Don’t seem very fair we only have four girls, and you have six members,” you turn away with your styling bag back in your possession.

“Awe but I was really excited for this.” Kiba chuckles.

“That’s the thing we’re getting two more girls.”

“All the pairs are decided, your particular register and style is taken into account.” Sasuke, who would usually have walked away based off the other’s rumors, clicks his tongue as he walks to grab Sakura.

You sigh. “Alright big guy, do you know exactly what they want us to do?”

“Well, you haven’t been listening to me this entire time.” Kiba’s face got too close. “So, I’m gonna have to bend my knees just a little bit for you to hear me properly, aren’t I?”

You took him down, pinning him to the ground with your knee on his back. “I think I can hear you a little better if you stay down there.”

And he laughs, letting him go you step back.

“Never mind I don’t need any threats of you get bruised. Remember that this is purely work related. Meaning you two still gotta pretend you’re not married.” You narrow your eyes reminding Hinata and Naruto.

“No promises.”

Sakura pulls away from Sasuke. “Why’d they pair us together?”

“Dunno, don’t care.” He shakes his head.

“I think it’s quite an interesting combination.” Sai hums. “Your other members will join you tomorrow, right?”

You give a slight nod. “Yeah, Shikamaru, Choji please be kind to them they are still newbies got it?”

“Right. Just don’t go flirting with Kiba during practice.” Shikamaru yawns, but you didn’t have much a chance to respond when your body made contact with the ground.

“Oi! I was gentle with you, jerk.” You push him off you before sitting back up. “If I have a bruise you’re paying for my extra makeup fee.”

Kiba pulled you closer to him, his chin resting on your head as you tried to scoot away. “I’ll pay for all your make up fees even if you don’t got a bruise. Come on what’s a little fight between friends.”

You, finally giving up, cross your arms and frown. “We’re not even that close.”

“Looks like you two are a lot cozier than you let on.” Naruto teases but you stand up to get free.

“I’m guessing our manager wants us to help out the new girls, this is gonna be annoying. Don’t make extra work for me okay, Kiba?”

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Side note I'm realizing that 1k isn't as many words as I thought it was... I apologize for the future posts

[obsoleteozymandias]

Heyy, here for that matchup exchange!

A resident evil matchup would be pretty cool, and I’m fine with any gender.

So, first things first, I’m a trans dude that uses he/they pronouns. Sometimes I’ll wear more feminine clothes, but a lot of the time I’m just wearing whatever’s clean. My wardrobe consists mostly of silly t-shirts, the occasional dress shirt, band merch, and just plain black t-shirts. Oh, I own a lot of black clothes. It’s pretty much the only color I wear. I also almost always have a hoodie/sweatpants on too because I’m insecure about my arms and legs.

I have this habit where if something bad happens, I’ll just go quiet for a couple hours. I also get overwhelmed by life so my eyes get all wide and I look like I’m about to cry lol.

That’s what I look like 😭

Anyways, I also have pretty bad depression/anxiety, but I’m fine as long as I take my medication.

Other than all that sad stuff, I’ve been told Im a pretty funny person. I enjoy seeing people smile and laugh because of my jokes. Sometimes im not trying to be funny, it’s just how I am. Like, when something starts to fall (or I think it’s gonna fall) I start to talk to it and maybe kinda yell at it. I also talk to myself a lot when I think im alone. Mostly things like reminding myself to do something or not to do something, but sometimes I’ll have full on conversations about how crazy I sound lol.

I really really like horror related stuff, so that’s something that doesn’t really bother me irl. Like, you could show me a picture of a pretty gruesome wound and I’d just be like “neato” or whatever. I also write—duh— and really like to read in my spare time.

As a lover im pretty affectionate (touch starvation for the win lol) and will bake or cook you anything you could ever want. You mention these cookies that seem really good? I’ve made them for you. You mention that your hungry? Five course meal has just been plated, sit and eat. Im also fiercely protective of people I care about. I won’t hesitate to hit a bitch if they’re being mean to my friends. On the topic of hitting people, it takes a lot to get me angry, and I’m apparently pretty scary when I’m mad. But, instead of arguing or making my anger known, I’ll just go to a room where it’s quiet and I can be alone to play music and calm myself down. I don’t like how I am when I’m angry because I get scared I’ll hurt someone.

Music is also a huge part of my life. I mostly listen to metal (it’s in brand for me if you’ve seen me irl lmao) but I have my guiltily pleasure songs. I also have a somewhat decent (?) singing voice. Idk man. I also dye and cut my hair compulsively because I think it looks cool. I may or may not do it in the middle of the night. I’ll never tell.

Uhh, I think that’s all? Thanks again and I’m sorry this is so long 😭

Bro you are relatable fr. Also thanks for doing this with me :D I love longer descriptions because they give me more to work off of!

== Resident Evil ==>

I match you up with…

Ashley Graham

Okay, I will admit, this is partially because of her skin in the RE4 remake. I won’t lie to you, bro. She’s definitely a scene/punk kid. 

But! That aside, I think the two of you could be an absolute power couple. 

Ashley is most attracted to your loyalty and maturity. She admires that you stand up for what you believe in, including your friends and people you care for. She’s also relieved to know that you aren’t afraid to get physical, since the idea of hitting someone scares her. 

On that note, you’re kind of like her knight-in-shining-armor. You’ll handle anything and everything she can’t stand (ex blood, guts, gore, physical stuff), and she’ll cheer you on from the sidelines. 

And she’ll shower you with kisses and hugs later. She calls your her prince/knight. 

She’s a very affectionate person, and she never hesitates to hug you or call you a cute name. In fact, she finds it delightful that she can be that cheesy around you. She loves that she can be herself around you. 

The two of you are also menaces when it comes to cracking jokes and puns. She’s there to pick up on your gags, and she throws them right back at you. The two of you even spend time together just baking and giggling about nothing important. 

She loves watching you cook and bake. She’ll just sit on the counter and observe you, and sneak in a kiss or two while you’re busy. Especially when you’re busy. You’ve burnt a bit of food because of this. 

Ashley is also a huge fan of music. She’s into pop and indie music, but also rock and, once you introduce her to it, metal. She likes how loud and powerful it feels. 

Ashley will absolutely help you dye and cut your hair - she does it all the time, too! She gets how sometimes emotions can be overwhelming, so you need to just do something expressive. She’ll add matching streaks in the both of your hair, and it's very cute. 

She also loves that the two of you can experiment with fashion together. She’s glad to have a partner who isn’t opposed to wearing some feminine clothing, or who isn’t afraid to express themselves through clothes like she does. 

Overall, you and Ashley are simply made for eachother. You compliment the best in one another everyday, and are a strong couple in my eyes. 

[timaeusterrored]

(Vax is Home)

It felt like forever after they landed that Vax finally got rolled out on a gurney. The sight alone made Kerry’s stomach twist with guilt and anger. God knows what else they had done to him. All they were supposed to do was pull out the relic. Now they were here, watching Vax get loaded into a Trauma Team shuttle.

“Mr. Eurodyne? I have a few questions to ask you.” A head doctor who looked like her spine was a metal rod approached himself and Vik, as well as Ms. Welles.

“Yeah? Can it wait, I’d like to go with him.” He also really wasn’t in the mood to be talking to those Arasaka pricks.

“I’m afraid not. I understand you were the one to pay to get him down?” Kerry nodded, watching the Trauma Team wait. Fuck this was gonna take forever. He turned and waved for Judy to go ahead, apparently the whole gang needed to be here. She grabbed Panam’s hand and ran off to catch up to the shuttle, River coming up behind Kerry.

“May I ask your relations with my patient?” Kerry bit the inside of his cheek.

“Mainline.”

The doctor didn’t look convinced.

“Partner, companion, life partner, lover- Whatever the fuck you wanna call it. Is this necessary? Why would I pay that much to have some guy brought down?”

“Just a security precaution.” The doctor said calmly, as if sensing Kerry’s rising irritation. “Does he have a set caretaker?”

Vik opened his mouth, but Kerry beat him too it.

“Also me.”

“Really?” Vik asked, stunned by the fact that Kerry would still want to see V after everything.

“Yes me. He’s already had my undivided attention for the past six months- which is fucking ridiculous you kept him longer than you should have.”

“We just had to make sure-“

“I don’t want your fucking excuses. If my partner is as broken as he seems, I’m gonna make you wish you had given him back immediately. We done here?” No one argued.

“Good. Let’s go.”

The group headed back to their cars, Kerry offering River a ride back to the hospital where V was taken and hopefully put into the private room that had been set up for him. Private for him, but also Kerry. The media was already catching whiffs of his expenses and everything. But he was staying tight lipped. Vax’s business was no one else’s.

The ride to the hospital stretched, it was painful. Kerry was driving so you’d think it wouldn’t take as long as it was, but god he needed to be with V about 30 minutes ago.

Kerry was let into the back to avoid any camera’s, the last thing anyone needed was paparazzi in a hospital waiting room. It was exhausting, but worth it if it got him closer to V.

The room was white, only the faint sound of the TV and the beeps of V’s heart monitor filled the room. Judy was right next to Vax, Panam leaving against the window, watching over the two.

The sight of V after a year of not seeing or hearing from him made his heart tug. This whole time, Kerry had been angry, livid V had the audacity to leave him like that. Only to get him returned like this.

Even sleeping, he didn’t look at peace. His face was relaxed, but he looked like he hadn’t slept peacefully in a while. Isolation did that to people.

Kerry went to his side, looking over him. He was home. That’s all that mattered now. No one would hurt him as long as Kerry was here (like he could do much).

He ran his fingers through V’s hair, cut shorter properly for tests. Was he always a natural blonde? He assumed there was no red hair dye in space. Maybe they’d find a new shade of red for him. Or maybe a new color entirely. Whatever he wanted.

V’s head twitched, as if trying to show he could feel Kerry touching him. He was getting more and more hopeful.

“His hands are cold.” Judy said softly, looking up at him. He appreciated her, treating him like he was normal. Like he was just V’s concerned partner in need of finding him.

“We’ll get him warmed up.” Kerry said softly, pulling up a chair for himself. Vik and Ms. Welles were talking to doctors, and would be in shortly to see their son. But for now, it was four people who thought they lost V forever.

[sugarymechanoid]

hi kitty ^_^ do you have any headcanons for ur ship with moralism? - @capitalistbf (i love seeing other centricide/realicide shippers :3)

HIIII OMG I HAVE SO MANY TY FOR ASKING

Moralist is totally a goody two shoes, and I’m a terrible influence on him 😭 my horrible manners got him to cuss

He likes to go out and I’m super indoorsy so he has to drag me out of the house to go anywhere

He and I are both super affectionate but I initiate all the pda<333 he has a kissable face

He’s taller than me so he has to get things for me and I hate it! Grr I appreciate it tho

I attempt to be the “man” of the house but my arms are as strong as uncooked spaghetti so I can’t open jars for shit

I make him watch Star Trek with me because I’m a NERD and he and I talk about it forever <3 (William Riker is his favorite and mine’s data <3333) (I’m the riker to his Diana Troi <3) (if you don’t get it uhh look it up I thinkies)

He’s the only one who laughs at my terrible jokes

Neither of us can cook but we try via freezer dinners

He takes care of the bugs bc I’m too scared of them. I try to get him to kill them but he doesn’t because “everything deserves to live!” And I think that’s total bs DEATH TO FLIES

I’m a night owl and he’s a morning person so he lays in bed for at LEAST an hour with me before he gets up

On topic of the bed, I take up 90% of the bed and he just squeezes in and takes the remaining 10%

I keep trying to convince him to get a pet, and the only issue is I want a cat and he wants a dog (we will eventually compromise and get both. The dog is gonna like me most much to my displeasure) (it’s like when dads say they don’t want a dog and then the two become inseparable)

He always gets perfect gifts somehow?????? But I’m total shit at gift giving so I give him a card and some money every year for his birthday

I got him to dye his hair once but it was cursed so never again

I got him to actually take care of his hair and it’s so pretty now <3

I tell him kinda creepy shit and he hasn’t called the police yet, I think he should

I do make up on him. He’s very pretty

Animals always seem to like him and it makes me jealous! He’s a Disney princess and it’s unfair

He has gorgeous nails and I love to paint them pretty colors!!! <333

I have to do the clothes shopping because he’s super simple and won’t get anything fashionable unless I’m there

(We’re not married yet but I have plans!!! This is under the cut bc it’s secretttt) (all my mooties are invited<3)

[kangaroorpmemes]

desperate housewives out of context // season 5 based on this video x

“hi. I’m the whore that lives down the street. can I borrow a cup of condoms?”

“why don’t we just tell them the truth?”

“well, that should be long enough.”

“here.”

“kiss my ass.”

“you’re telling me you own a mug with bernadette peters in gypsy?”

“they said that my breasts were a triumph of german engineering.”

“if you don’t fire them I will cut you with these scissors.”

“so, I want a new style that says I’m not a giant turd of sin.”

“I got drunk on bourbon and threw up all over their lawn.”

“I hope you’re enjoying this party because you’re not living to see another one.”

“I’m sorry that I lied, the guilt has been tearing me apart.”

“you know what’s gonna tear me apart? a ten pound baby shooting outta my hoo-ha.”

“shitty bastard.”

“milk, bread, vodka, condoms...”

“there’s someone in my life who hits me with a dead squirrel every single day.”

“I’m not supposed to drink.”

“they’re not supposed to do tattoos in the kitchen but I have a tattoo on my ass that says otherwise.”

“it’s ten a.m, I don’t want to drink.”

“the hell is that?”

“oh, my water broke.”

“for gods sake we have to go to the hospital!”

“I’m trying to lock this job down.”

“I will have this baby right here and then beat you with it.”

“nothing worse than having old junk around.”

“you’re saying I’m worthless.”

“I’m not saying you’re worthless, I’m saying you’re worth less.”

“I’m having sex in the kitchen. where food’s prepared. what kind of demented slut would do that?”

“I’m busy, I don’t have time to explore my hypothetical career in the adult film industry.”

“we’ve had sex for 23 days straight, I’ve seen more ceiling than michelangelo.”

“you want some wine? we’re celebrating.”

“what’s the occasion?”

“you want to be a neanderthal, that’s your choice, but I prefer to behave with class and dignity.”

“I think it’s time we had a parent/child talk.”

“two of my friends involved in a nasty catfight? I live for that stuff.”

“you can dye that hair all you want but the grey’s just gonna keep coming.”

“you attacked my child and then me, why should I listen to you?”

“I brought booze.”

“come on in.”

“I take it you have an opinion?”

“you are such a nervous nelly.”

“SPERM!”

“happy birthday!”

“we going for drinks or mammograms?”

“congratulations, you’re now dating a lesbian.”

“see ya at the parade!”

“I don’t feel good.”

“I think I’m gonna be sick.”

“there’s an unfortunate coincidence.”

“I don’t know how you do it.”

“you don’t seem happy to see me.”

“the last time we spoke you called me a greedy bitch and I called you a scary old hag.”

“is that really you?”

“you know somebody else my age with a body like this?”

“I don’t know what twittering is.”

“we’ve been robbed!”

“it wasn’t me. I swear.”

“just because we’re thieves doesn’t mean we need to be untidy.”

“if you call me sweetie one more time, I’m going to grab this camera and take a picture of your colon.”

“shut it, bitch.”

“you might wanna pile on the makeup, drag queens get their first drink free.”

“where did that come from?”

“the man put chives in my parisian salad, he should be in a straight jacket.”

“halle-damn-lujah I got my period!”

“don’t worry, you’re gonna get through this. you’re gonna be just fine.”

[thiswasinevitableid]

Monster Ball (Indruck)

Prompt for the 25th was: Drag Ball. This fic is NSFW. It’s set in my Rockstar AU but can be read as a standalone

Every Halloween since he hit high school, Duck has spent the night at home giving out candy. It’s dorky, but it always makes him feel like a part of his neighborhood. He’s glad his apartment–his former apartment, since Indrid is already talking about moving him into his Atlanta house–was in a complex with lots of families so there was a steady stream of trick or treaters. He’d put on a scary movie marathon, light his jack o lantern, and spend the night doling out candy. All in all, very chill. 

That’s not the word he’d use to describe his morning so far.

They were supposed to get to the venu for the Halloween Drag Ball yesterday for a set up and dress rehearsal. Instead, there was a four car pile-up on I-5 and they didn’t make it  to L.A until midnight. They slept in the tour bus in front of the hall, the glow of Indrid’s name in huge letters peeking through the blinds.

When the alarm went off at 5:30, Indrid rolled over in bed, eyes still muddy with sleep, and smiled at him.

“Ah, the luxurious life of a rockstar”

That was the last thing he said to him all day. His boyfriend has been running cues, going through the set lists, and doing sound checks, while Duck has been helping the rest of the crew with equipment set-up and safety checks. The ball starts at eight pm, with Indrid going on at ten. At five, he blows Duck a kiss and heads back to begin getting his make-up on. 

As Duck is chatting with the venue staff about their costumes (all variations on “terrifying ghosts”) when his pocket buzzes. 

Sugar: My dressing room, 6.

Duck: I’ll be there.

“Duck, could you help me out a sec?” Aubrey pokes her head out from her dressing room.

“Sure thing, Lady Flame.” He steps in through the door and clamps a hand over his mouth.

“Yes, ha ha, I know it’s funny.” Aubrey waves her free arm at the sleeve of her white jacket, which has snagged on her up-do and trapped her other arm above her head, “I’m so used to dealing with my usual look, not this thing.”

“This thing” is her Bride of Frankenstein hair, combed and teased to mimic Elsa Lancaster’s iconic style. Duck discovers one the studs of her jack caught in a curl and carefully detaches it. Aubrey thanks him, slipping into the other side of the jacket just as little claws click across the floor. 

“Holy fuck, when did you dye Dr. Harris Bonkers orange?”

“This morning.” Aubrey scoops her giant rabbit into her arms, “don’t worry, I found some animal safe hare dye.”

Duck snickers and Aubrey shoots finger guns his way.

“What are you going as tonight?”

“Aw fuck, I was gonna run out and get somethin’ this morning but because of the whole delay there wasn’t time.”

“Jake could do your make-up. I’m pretty sure he’s painting whiskers on Leo just so he won’t look out of place.”

“Nah, I’m good. He’s gotta get everyone else ready to go, so I’ll think of something. You all good on set up and sound?” 

“Yep! Assuming no one eats my mic cable right before I go on.” She gives the rabbit a pointed look. He gives a blank one in return. 

“Okay, just holler if you need any more help.” Duck shows himself out, triple checks some equipment while he counts down the minutes until six. 

When he uses their secret knock, Indrid purrs, “Come in.”

His boyfriend is in his pink and yellow robe, not a trace of costume in sight.

“If you’re runnin behind I can come back-”

“I’m not behind in the slightest.” Indrid slips past him, locking the door, “I set aside more time to get ready than it technically takes. Partially because I knew I’d need a bit of quiet before the excitement. And” he picks up a large, black garment box, “because I wanted to give you this without being rushed.” 

He removes the lid and holds out the box. Carefully arranged on the red tissue paper is black, leather chest harness with matching fingerless gloves, cut off jean shorts with a wolf head at the buckle and-

“Are these ears?” Duck lifts the triangles of grey fluff from the box. 

“Indeed. I, ah, I made those to go with the rest. You see, we’ll have most of the classic monsters on stage with us. But we’re missing a wolfman. The instant I thought of you as him, I couldn’t get the image out of my head.”

Duck smiles, running his finger over the ears and wondering if this means there will be a werewolf song on Indrid’s next album. 

“It’s a bit self-serving, as it gives me a lovely view all evening. But I also want everyone to see you for the gorgeous man you are. Of course, if you already have a costume you don’t have to wear it. I mean, you don’t have to wear it at all for any reason.”

“It’s perfect sugar.” Duck takes the box and teases, “kinda surprised there ain’t collar.”

As he leans forward to grab the lid, Indrids arm braces across his chest and he whispers in his ear, “That comes after the show.” Teeth scrape on his throat, “it’s a sight reserved for me and me alone, pet.”

Duck turns his face and kisses him. For a moment, there’s no dressing room, no show, no rockstar. There’s just his boyfriend melting against him like they’re teenagers at prom. 

“You need me before then, you know where I’ll be.”

“Tempting as that is, if I am late for any part of this Joseph may never speak to me again.” Indrid smiles and walks him the few steps to the door, “I’ll see you in the wings, my love.”

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The theme for the ball is “Universal Monsters.” As Duck weaves through the crowd, he passes a half-dozen other wolfmen, a mummy in platform boots and winged eyeliner that could kill a man, and what he can only describe as a post-modern bride of frankenstein in a three foot high wig. But there are also costumes of nothing but googly-eyes and glitter, a bear dressed as a trampy Cthulhu, and someone with a sign reading “black hole” pointing at his crotch.

He can’t remember the last time he felt so at home. 

Aubrey is just finishing up her act, and as Duck wrangles Dr. Harris Bonkers into his enclosure. As the applause peters out, one of the hosts returns to the stage, her long nails casting shadows across the crowd. 

“And now, my uglies, the moment you’ve all been waiting for. Presenting the god of the gruesome, the king of Halloween, our very special guest: Indrid Cold!”

Fog spills across the stage, Dani appearing as a punk-rock Frankenstein, blonde hair slicked back and abs painted on her chest-piece. Jake slinks behind the drumset in the tightest clothing Duck’s ever seen him wear; a black vampire dress with a slit down the front and a black wig spilling down his shoulders. The guest guitarist is in a white wrap dress and strappy gold heels, fake asp clipped to his shoulders. 

Another puff of smoke and the stage goes black so abruptly he hears the audience worrying that it was a blown fuse. Then a purple spotlight hits the dissipating mist, highlighting green, knee-high snakeskin boots, a black leather jacket, and silver hair. 

You better ask my mama how to make a monster.

The bass booms in and Indrid whirls around, revealing a chest painted in green scales and silver shorts that leave nothing to the imagination. It takes until the last repeat of the chorus for the crowd to stop screaming. 

“Good evening, my fellow monsters!” Indrid sets the mic into the stand at the front of the stage as a projector screen blares to life behind him, giant insects and swamp things silently stomping across it, “I’m so glad you all could join me on my favorite night of the year. With that in mind,” he grins, “let’s prowl.”

He leads with this song nearly every show. Duck will never be tired of it, of the way he purrs out the first few lines like he’s scratching at the window before smashing it open. 

Going to the drive-in

Catch a double feature

Gonna do some sinnin’

While you scream for your creature

Indrid is dripping sweat and glitter by the end of the first half, voice still strong as he promises the crowd they’ll be back.

As Duck is moving the fog machines to their second position, a horned shape in a long jacket strides up the stairs. 

“Uh, excuse me sir, but this is for performers only.”

The goatman smiles at him, “Do former ones count?”

“Holy fuck, you’re-”

“Vincent! I see you found Duck” Indrid appears beside him as Vincent shakes his hand, “I’d hug you but this will all smear right off. I’m so happy you made it!.”

“I couldn’t pass up the chance to see you. I was out scouting the last time you came through L.A. Thank you, by the way, for recommending the Hornets; they’ve really got something.”

“Vincent has a head for spotting the next big thing. Hence his being a Cryptid.” 

“That was more about having the good luck to know you and have parents who paid for years of guitar lessons.” Vincent blinks, “agh, these contacts, I swear I don’t know how my twenty-year old self managed them night after night.”

“There were several near misses with the edge of the stage.” Joseph appears, his sole concession to a costume an FBI badge clipped to his jacket, “Indrid, you’re at thirty seconds.”

“We do have a stage manager, you know.” Indrid teases. 

“And I didn’t get you this far by leaving timing to other people.”

Indrid pecks Duck on the cheek–and sneakily squeezes his ass- before moving towards the wings. 

“It really is good to see you again.” Joseph rests a hand on Vincent’s arm.

“And just when are you and Barclay coming for a visit? I finally goat-proofed the guest house on the ranch.”

“After this tour. I think. You know how Indrid usually is after being on the road.”

“A hermit?”

“Exactly. That usually leaves me with some free time to travel. Although” Joseph glances at Duck with a fond expression, “I’ll worry about him less this go-around. At the very least he’ll take more breaks.”

“His texts do suggest you’re a good influence, Duck.”

“I, uh, I try to be. I’m just glad he’s happy bein’ with me.”

“I think that’s an understatement.” Joseph settles to his left while Vincent leans against the wall on his right, the final notes of “Urban Legend” ring through the room. 

When the band plucks out a mid-tempo waltz, Joseph frowns, perplexed. 

Slow dance with you

I want to slow dance with you

In the radioactive air, 

in the rubble without care

There’s nothing I’d rather do

Than slow dance with you

Duck’s blushing so hard he swears he’s glowing pink in the dark. Indrid turns his body slightly, as if singing to the right most corner of the room. But he’s looking right at Duck, velvet-soft smile on his green-gold lips. 

Joseph and Vincent look at him at the same instant with a shared smile of understanding. 

“You didn’t tell me you’d finished.”

“Just this one song. I was playin around with a western waltz and ‘Drid got real into it. He said he was gonna test it out soon, but I wasn’t expecting this soon.”

“Neither was Joseph.” Vincent smirks, his yellow eyes making the expression devilish, “Sneaking a song into a set without running it by his manager? He likes you even more than he’s let on. Which, to be clear, was already a tremendous amount.”

“I’d like the record to show I’m letting this slide because I trust Duck and I trust Indrid’s creative judgment. Not because I’m getting sloppy.” The self-deprecating smile is clear in Joseph’s tone. 

Vincent pats his back with fraternal affection, “Noted. What’s this song called, Duck?”

“Slow Dance at the End of the World.”

“It suits him.”

Duck studies the way Indrid sways, the look of blissful daydreaming on his face. It’s the way Duck looked in his bedroom all those years ago, singing along with Indrid on the stereo. 

“Yeah, it really does.”

—-------------------------------------------------------

Energy drinks were not a big part of his diet until he started dating Indrid. When your boyfriend plays shows that routinely end past midnight and tends to be wired after a good set, you do what you can to keep up. 

When he finally makes it to the hotel room, he’s glad he had that final RedBull–gross as it was–before they left the venue. Rather than changing, Indrid is still in his stage outfit, sitting on the bed and watching Duck pull off his work boots with a widening grin. 

“How was the costume? It didn’t interfere with your duties, I hope.”

“It was real fun to wear and, if I’m bein’ honest, this is the least I’ve ever sweat working a gig. But that mighta just been the shorts.”

Indrid crooks his finger and Duck moves to the bed. His boyfriend pets along his belly, kissing the swell of it as he unbuttons the shorts. He pulls the denim down little by little, kissing each inch as it appears.

“Mmmmm” Indrid nips above his hipbone, “you make such a wonderful werewolf. It’s only due to my boundless professionalism that you didn’t lay waste to the entire show by distracting me.”

“Uh huh, and wanting to avoid another public indecency charge ain’t part of it?”

Indrid lifts his glasses, “Who told you about that?”

“Vincent.”

“Well, he’s not wrong. If I was carted off for performing lewd acts in front of an unsuspecting audience, there’d be no one left to deal with a certain werewolf.”

“No? Oh, ohfuck.” He grips Indrid’s shoulders as the singer teases his dick with his tongue. 

“No. Because only I know how to keep such a rampaging, lustful beast under control.”

The click is all the warning he gets before a vibrator buzzes to life against his folds.

“A silver bullet.” Indrid shoves the toy inside him with a satisfied grin.

“Fuck, yeah, yeah that’ll do it.” 

Indrid moves Duck’s hands from his shoulders, stands, and yanks Duck’s shorts back into place. Buttons them as he kisses him and whispers, “Don’t worry pet, I’ll be merciful before the night is through.”

The singer moves across the room, pulling things from his make-up bag, “Now, come help me get the rest of this off.”

“S-sure, be right there sugar.” The vibe is rotating between speeds, patterns, and strengths, rendering his attempts to ignore it useless. A particularly strong one catches him as he tries to move, and he leans against a nearby chair to steady himself. 

Indrid sighs dramatically, “It seems you need some extra help. Thank goodness I came prepared.” 

Duck closes his eyes, moaning as the toy picks up speed. His next moan is cut off by soft leather encircling his neck. He knows without even looking that it’s the collar with COLD spelled out in silver letters. What he’s not expecting is an unfamiliar, quiet click of metal. Opening his eyes, he looks down to find a black leather leash clipped to the O-ring.

Indrid tugs the leash, turning Duck to face him. His red glasses are on the dresser, so there’s nothing to disguise the affection in his eyes as he runs his fingers over Duck’s face and throat. 

“I was going to scold you for being so needy that you couldn’t make it across the room without needing to get off. But how can I, when you look at me like that?”

“‘Drid, please.”

“Hush, pet, I know. I’ve wanted this all evening too. Just wait a little longer and I’ll give you what you need.” He brushes their lips together, “In fact, how about you help me expedite things?”

“Do I really gotta say I’d do anything for you right now?”

Indrid laughs and kisses him once with possessive tenderness, “A fair point. Come along.”

He leads Duck back to the bed, make-up bag in hand, and reclines against the headboard. He tugs Duck to straddle his lap, then passes him a make-up remover pad. 

“Start with my face.”

Duck carefully runs the cotton over Indrid’s cheek. His hands pat and rub the skin reverently; Indrid never asks for help with his make-up, be that applying it or taking it off. Yet here he is, eyes closed and hands in his lap as Duck wipes away the monster on top of the man. 

Indrid’s sprung for the good stuff, so it only takes a few minutes before his face is clean and faintly peach scented. His chest is a different matter; the green is refusing to budge. Duck’s ability to remove it is further hamstrung by the fact he’s feeling Indrid up in the process, the singer gasping whenever he grazes his nipple piercings. And all the while the bullet vibe buzzes inside him, making him shift and squirm in search of relief. 

Hands grab his hips, “Careful, pet, or I may worry you’re not as tame as I thought.”

Duck growls playfully and Indrid tugs the leash. 

“Oh, does my sweet werewolf think I’m joking? You’re in my lap, let me lead you about on a tether, and come when I call.”

“Yeah, but if, if you don’t fuck me soon I’m gonna go fuckin’ feral.”

“Are you now? Well, we can’t have that.” Indrid rips his shorts open and shoves them to his knees. His own, silver shorts prove harder to escape, and after several moments of fumbling he snarls and rips them down the seam. 

The vibe slips free of him, only to press against his dick the instant Indrid pushes into him. 

“Fucking finally.” He gasps, working the toy in swift circles.

“No fuckin kiddin’” Duck grabs his face, kissing him hungrily as his body twists and bucks in search of orgasm. 

“God, I love how wet you get for me, sweet one. I love knowing you want me.”

“Always, fuck, Indrid please-”

“Don’t worry pet, I keep my promises. And I happen to know this tempo has a delicious effect.”

“Fuckfuck, yeah, fuckyes, sugar, yes, fucking fuck.” He gasps, digging his nails into Indrid’s arms. The singer kisses his neck, then lunges forward, knocking Duck onto his back.

“Let’s see if I can make you howl.” He gasps as Duck wraps himself around him, kisses him messily as he uses the leash to pull him into whatever position he pleases. Duck holds on tight, tangles his fingers in silver hair and moans at the obscene sound of Indrid driving into him

“Mine” Indrid tugs the leash and the chest harness at once, so hard Duck’s amazed they don’t snap, “mineminemine, all mine, always mine.”

“Yes, fuck yes.”

Indrid ceases his kisses long enough to raise up on his shoulders and purr, “Good.”

Duck doesn’t howl, but he comes pretty fucking close as Indrid bites just below the collar, snapping his hips until he cums with a moan. 

They lay entangled for an eternity, neither interested in letting go until Duck’s eyes begin drifting closed. 

“We should get to bed, sweetheart.”

“Uh huh.” He yawns as Indrid sits up; his wolf ears are on the other side of the bed, the top cover is strewn with fake fur and glitter, and the make-up from Indrid’s chest is now smeared across them both.

“Ah, perhaps a bath is in order first.”

“Yep.” Duck takes the offered hand, sighs happily as Indrid gently undoes the collar, “‘Drid? Thanks for playin’ our song tonight.”

Indrid cups his face, humming a slow dance as he does, “It was my pleasure.”