#i spend so much time on mullet heart

[alisdump]

noooo heartliming don’t be so hot and sexy nooooo

(+ mullet!heart rizz hiiii my beloved)

[weird-an]

Halloween is stupid.

Steve always liked the parties, but dressing up? He spent enough time in a stupid sailor costume, thank you very much.

But...Dustin insisted Steve should put on the costume. The kids are having a party. Steve is a loser for going to it, according to Billy.

Steve stopped caring what people think about him ages ago. For some reason it still pisses him off, when Billy is the one judging him. Billy had just talked him into watching Escape From New York and well, Snake Plissken was a cool guy. So, Steve put on an eye patch and a leather jacket. Easy. He actually looks cool. Not that any of the nerds would care.

It's the first Halloween since Billy and him are a thing or whatever. Maybe that's why Billy is salty, because Steve is going to spend it with the "dorks" and not with his... guy?

Steve isn't sure what they are exactly. They fuck, they fight, they sometimes get drunk together and talk about what they aren't allowed to. About monsters lurking in the woods, about shadows in the mind, about another Hawkins.

But now Billy is here, sitting at the Byers kitchen table with a beer in his hand, glaring at a pumpkin Max had carved out and put a thin mustache on.

Steve stops dead on his tracks. Billy is wearing Steve's most expensive polo shirt. His mullet is slicked back a little, but a few curls have gotten loose, framing his face. He's even wearing Steve's cologne. He smells like Steve which is a little confusing.

"What the fuck," Steve says flatly.

Billy raises a brow. "Nice to see you, Harrington."

"Are you dressed up as me for Halloween?" Steve puts his hands in his hips. Is Billy fucking serious? "Is that my watch?"

"I knew you stole it, Billy," Max shouts from the kitchen.

Billy looks at Steve's watch like he's seeing it for the first time and then grins at Steve, batting his eyelashes at him. "C'mon, let me be King for a day, Steve."

It's kinda hot. Shit. Steve is going to fuck Billy until the bed breaks.

"Just don't try to date my sister," Mike Wheeler quips from somewhere in the living room.

Billy chokes on his beer. "That... won't happen," he coughs.

Steve snickers and sits next to him. "You wanna escape with me later?" he whispers.

Billy groans into his beer. "I hate that this works."

"I saw you stare at Kurt Russell," Steve says, voice still low. Billy knew that movie by heart. Steve caught him reciting the dialogue.

"Harrington, at least I'm not going home with myself." Billy rolls his eyes and tugs at the collar of Steve's polo.

"Like you wouldn't."

Billy's mouth snaps shut. His nose gets tinged a little pink.

"You know, that pumpkin just looks like-"

"Harrington! I swear to God if you finish that sentence-"

Steve just changed his mind. He loves Halloween.

[souperbloom]

would you be able to write smth with ash or luke abt him and reader trying to get pregnant and they lowk discover he has a breeding kink?? i feel like both of them r the type to want to be fathers so bad so the idea of putting a baby in their girls sends them fckn insane

wrote (most of) this request in the Bahamas, thought i’d put my own spin on it. felt hashtag: inspired.

enjoy <3

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island time. [A.I.]

🦜 honeymoon!Ashton

freshly married and lost in paradise, you and your husband Ashton make a brand new discovery on your picturesque Caribbean getaway.

a/n: god this is literally the most domestic shit i have ever written (but also not at the same time???) i need to be put down after this one

CONTENT WARNINGS: smut’n’fluff!, brief mentions of drinkin’ & smokin’, exhibitionism/semi-public sex, dirty talk, trying for a baby/mentions of pregnancy, breeding kink (duh.)

the end counts as cockwarming? eye-d-kay!!

WORDCOUNT: TBD

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Light peeks through the silky white curtains of your honeymoon suite, waking you up with the sunshine splashing against your cheeks. You close your eyes tighter, hoping maybe for a second you’d be able to lull yourself back to sleep.

In your daze, you swing your arm over to the side of the mattress, expecting to feel another body lying there. But rather than a broad, sleeping giant, you’re met with a fist full of bedsheets.

You mumble to yourself, finally cracking open your eyes to see that your newly wedded husband, Ashton, was nowhere to be found.

You let yourself sit up fully, only to find a stripped comforter, and a small piece of notebook paper folded neatly in half resting on the pillow beside you.

"Gone surfing. Meet me down by the beach. Love you. x"

That was all that was written, aside from the little animated surfer drawn on the corner of the paper holding his hand in a shaka, and a little speech bubble that read: “Cowabunga, baby!”

You giggle down at the comic, your heart already feeling so full from how amazing this honeymoon has gone so far. It was only day three of your dreamy fifteen-day getaway.

You’d originally agreed to ten but of course, Ashton convinced you otherwise.

It didn’t take long to shimmy out of your pajamas and into that new bikini Ashton had insisted on buying you, down at the little gift shop in the town square. When he saw how your eyes lit up after seeing it on the mannequin, he knew he couldn’t have you go another sunny beach day without it.

So, he snuck down to the gift shop that same night after you went to sleep, and left it beside your pillow the next morning.

The sun had already been up for a few hours, reminding you how surreal it felt to be in such a beautiful, tropical place. Now, as a married woman.

Even the simple task of waking up and rolling out of bed had you feeling like an entirely new person. You were grateful for the days passing slowly, being able to spend much needed quality time with your husband, Ashton.

It still felt crazy, calling him that.

Once you freshened up, lathering lotion on every exposed area of your body and tying up your hair for better access to the sun, you headed down to meet Ashton at the beach.

The crisp morning breeze made you grateful for Ashton’s long sleeve henley top that you had decided to throw on as a coverup, shielding your new bikini from the hotel lobby employees and saving the view for the one who really wanted to see it.

The scent of his cologne lingering on the shirt was a plus, too.

You made your way down the stone pathway towards the beach, already having an idea where your husband would be. It didn’t take long to spot his overgrown chestnut mullet blowing in the breeze, chatting up the bartenders that were working the early morning shift.

As you near, you notice the wetsuit draped on the back of his bar seat, surely used to surf and dried off by now. You creep up to him slowly, taking in the sight of his sandy, bare back and slightly sunburnt shoulders.

The bartender notices you before Ashton does, so you press your index finger against your lips to tell them to keep it a surprise. Although Ash doesn’t drink, he’d made it his mission to befriend every single employee at this resort; just one of the many quirks of his kindhearted soul.

Without a word, you get close enough to latch your arms around his neck, attacking him with a bear hug. Slightly startled, Ashton’s head whips around knowing it was you, yet just double checking to be sure.

"Ah— there’s my beautiful wife," he murmurs sweetly, before slapping a wet kiss on your arm, "G’mornin’, gorgeous."

"Good morning to you too, handsome."

"Y’know, I don’t think I’ll ever get over being able to call you that,” His eyes peer over at your head resting on his shoulder, and you look back with the same amount of love and adoration.

"Get used to it. But don’t wear it out," you jab.

As your arms are still locked around him, you look down and notice the smoke funneling up between his body and the bar.

"Bright and early, huh? A joint to start the day," you hum to him, as he twists around to pull you between his legs.

"You know what they say about the early bird, sweet pea."

There was comfort in knowing that everyone at this bar knew you and Ashton, already having made accordance with each of them. He knew all of their names, as did you. He also snuck around and told them all of your favorite drinks when you weren’t around; Ashton was making it impossible for you to ever want to leave.

"Got a surprise for you." Ashton grabs the bartender’s attention with a quick, yet polite, whistle. He orders you a breakfast mimosa, which makes you giggle, speaking on the fact that you hadn’t even eaten breakfast yet.

"And what might that be?" You ask, traipsing your finger along his thigh right next to the hemline of his navy blue swim shorts, "Is it another bikini? Because I’ve already got one of those."

"No, it’s much better than a bikini— But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t hoping to see that bikini on you right now." He grabs your hips, pulling you to sit between his legs on the barstool.

You chuckle quietly, satisfied to know him like the back of your hand. "Well, I guess today’s your lucky day."

After a few minutes of back and forth with your bartender friend and a couple of weak sips to your mimosa, Ashton pats your hip as a signal for you to dismount the barstool and follow him.

He’s very quiet in doing this, giving you shoddy answers to your curious questions and leaving no room to the imagination as you walk hand in hand along the beach.

"I’m gonna cover your eyes at some point, but promise me you won’t start screaming for help or anything like that," He jokes and you scoff, squeezing his hand tightly.

"I would never. Plus, what’s a surprise without a bit of kinky blindfolding?"

"Mimosa’s doing its job already I see," he says with a grin, “Maybe I won’t need to cover your eyes— you’ll be seeing stars by the time we get there."

"Are you calling me a lightweight? You’re the one that’s trying to get me drunk at ten in the morning!"

You’re starting to reach unfamiliar territory on the beach now, watching the beachgoers slowly dwindle to only a few straggling joggers and surfers.

"Nobody’s trying to get you drunk, sweet pea. You just gotta learn to let loose... I thought I’d give you the upper hand and start your morning off with a drink. You’re on island time now."

You shrug as if to say, fair enough, before Ash pulls you tightly into his side. He locks his arm around your head, using his palm to cover your eyes and his body to guide you to the right place. You lose your balance at the sudden loss of vision, but Ashton is right there to catch you, letting you fall into his chest with a giggle.

"Shit, no warning? What the fuck kind of morning have you been having?"

You could practically hear his smile without even having to see it, "A great one. And it’s about to get even better."

A few more steps are taken before Ash is pulling you back to stop you from walking any further. You noticed that he had walked you into the sand, rather than the pathway you had been on the entire time.

"Okay, just a few more steps— easy does it…" He’s holding up your temporarily ailed body, walking you through soft tropical sand. There were moments where you’d misstep, sending your feet tripping right out of your sandals and leaving Ashton to come to your rescue.

"I promise I’m not drunk, my God… Don’t know what’s gotten into me today," you try to cover up your wave of embarrassment with a giggle, and Ash laughs along.

"No worries— Take one more big step for me, okay?"

You take one final comically large step into the sand, and stop when you feel his body come to one as well. His large hand over your face was undoubtedly making you sweat, but you didn’t really have the heart to tell him.

"Are we here?"

“Mhm," he coos, "You ready, sweet pea?"

"As ready as I’ll ever be," you smile.

Suddenly, his hand lifts from off of your face. You’re first met with a blinding light, but as your eyes adjust, you start to take in the scenery.

A lush, empty plot of beach with scattered palm trees and bushes. The crystal clear water blended in with the sky, not a single cloud throughout the entire shoreline.

You look around, confused for a moment, wondering why Ashton had brought you to a random empty plot of beach.

"Did you just walk me in circles to show me what I’ve been seeing for the last three days?"

Ashton lets out a snort, his hands finding your hips in front of you before he places a gentle kiss upon your lips.

"You’re funny. Turn around."

With his hands to help spin you, you turn around, faced with something you had been begging for since the moment you touched down in the Caribbean.

A private cabana.

"No. Fucking. Way!" You squeal excitedly, accidentally ripping yourself from his grasp to run up to the three little steps, "And here I am sounding like a fuckin’ dickhead—"

Ashton shrugs, "You learned from the best… Go ahead. Check it out."

He stands cross armed with a smug smile, watching you run laps around the cabana. You take in the dark wooden support beams and blue linen that surrounded them. There was a sheer white curtain in place of a door, and fairy lights strung on the outside. You’d seen them around the beach in the passing days, but you swore this was prettier than any of the ones you’d seen so far.

"Ash, it’s fucking gorgeous!" You gush, standing to the side of it and hugging one of the wooden beams.

"Wait ‘till you see the inside. C’mon," he holds out his hand walking towards you, and you take it gleefully. When you make your way up the steps, Ashton pulls back the curtain and slides them open just enough for the two of you to walk in.

A king sized beach bed sat between two wicker bedside tables. Sun rays shone through the straw roof, leaking light onto the power blue sheets

And on one of the little beside tables, two breakfast plates.

"So, you did have a reason for getting me that mimosa," You chuckle, fluttering down onto the bed while still taking in the interior.

"I had good intentions… Too bad you drank the whole thing before we got here,” says Ashton, plopping down next to you.

"If I’m on island time now, why wait?"

Ashton snakes his arm over your shoulder, the two of you watching the palm trees sway in the late morning winds, and listening to the ocean crash against the shore. You lean your head on his shoulder, taking in a deep breath.

"This is just— beautiful, Ash. Thank you for doing this."

"Anything for you, sweet pea. Making you my wife was only half the battle. You know I’d give you the world if you asked. A beachside cabana is nothin’."

Your heart swells at his kind words, feeling so overflowed with love that you have no choice but to tackle him onto the bed with a kiss.

It’s slow at first, his lips slotting against yours quickly and finding the rhythm you claim. But as your tongues entwine, the kiss deepens. His hands find your waist, pulling you onto his lap and spreading his legs to give you a place to rest your hips.

"Baby," you hum, giggling while Ashton’s lips are occupied by the nape of your neck, "What about breakfast?"

"Breakfast can wait. You're only thing I wanna’ be tasting right now."

Although flustered by his words alone, you pull away to look at him, a soft sigh escaping his lips at the lack of you. You proceed whack him on the chest, trying to keep alive the magic of the beachside cabana without getting too distracted by your hunk of a husband.

Well, at least not just yet.

”Breakfast cannot wait! Don’t let my friskiness ruin the amazing morning you planned. We’ll get back to it soon enough."

His bottom lip is caught between his teeth in a pout as he is about to protest, but you cut him off with a disapproving gaze.

"You had me last night and you still want more?"

"Always want you. This is nothing new."

The way he seamlessly draws you back into a kiss seemed impossible, how suddenly you were pulled right back to where you, your body, and mind were last night.

And the night before. And the night before that.

Your heart begins to race when his teeth sink into your bottom lip, pulling down agonizingly slow and testing every last bit of your decorum. You whine into him, gripping his chest so roughly that little crescent etchings are left in the place of your fingernails.

"Ash—," you whimper, barely pulling enough air from your chest to utter his full name.

"I hear you baby, I hear you…"

Ashton could tell you were getting greedy, from the way your hips ground down into his. How the friction of his bulge held captive in his swim shorts was giving you just the right amount of pressure you needed.

You didn’t care about a good breakfast, or why Ashton was refusing one. Not anymore. You didn’t care about anything.

Except for him.

The kiss picks back up and suddenly, you weren’t even sure how, the henley top that was once clad to your back was now strew across the floor. Ashton’s hands roamed up your sides, grasping at your ribcage as you continued to swivel your hips.

"So fuckin’ perfect—" Ash mumbles, in a dreamlike state that made his gritty voice sound even deeper. Music to your fucking ears. "And, you’re wearing the hell outta’ that bikini."

"Whatever my husband wants, my husband gets," you muse, bottom lip tender from the incessant nipping.

After a few more minutes of tender kisses and tugs at your bikini strings, Ashton's motions had grown more ravenous.

"Well, your husband wants you to take it off," he teases, continuing the soft banter from before and shifting the both of you up towards the headboard.

"I think that could be arranged," you reply, watching the little streaks of sunlight from above create patterns across his bare chest, "Wanna do it for me?"

"You know I fuckin' do."

He couldn't get the words out fast enough before he was pulling the strings and the bikini top was falling between your bodies, exposing your bare chest to his hungry, wandering eyes.

"My god, that never gets old," he gawks, reaching his hands up with no time to waste and taking your nipples between his fingers.

The action alone draws a moan from the back of your throat, and makes you grind down onto his hips hard enough to feel his hard-on practically popping out of his swim trunks. It had been a long and rather busy few days out on the island with Ashton. And you'd be lying if you said that the two of you weren't on a... mission.

Is it really that cliché to try for a baby on your honeymoon?

"Baby," you moan, breathless, smitten, "please. Now. We— we have to—"

Ashtons eyes widen at your subtle command, shoulders tensing at those subdued words and piecing together exactly where your head was at.

"Yeah, yeah... I've gotcha sweet pea."

It was your turn to be the dominant one now, ordering him around with your eyes as he slowly lifted you off of his hips and began to slide out of his swim trunks. You sat and waited patiently, perched on your knees with a wicked smile.

Ashton's excitement at your tries for pregnancy never failed to make you swoon; could've been because you were ovulating, or because you were so infatuated with the idea of starting a family with him. Either way, neither of you were complaining.

"Lay down f'me?"

His words break your spell and suddenly you're following his command. You shift and rest your head against the fluffy down pillows, running your hands along your chest towards your midriff.

Ashton’s blistered palms make headway up your thighs, prying your legs open like he was parting those crystal blue waves you’d been swimming in all week. His eyes feast on your sprawled out figure, examining each and every dip and curve.

"God, you’re beautiful. Could’ stare at you all day, sweet pea." He breaths shakily, his head sort of reeling, like a mental game of ping pong. He wasn’t sure where to start with his pretty girl, and it was so, so obvious.

"Don’t have time for that baby," you purr, watching him slither around you delicately as though you were made of porcelain, "Need you— now."

"You need me now? Since when did you start calling the shots around here?" Ashton chuckles, the shade of his honey green eyes slightly flickering to that of a foggy forest.

Right as you’re about to open your mouth to reply, his grip on your thighs tightens. You help out in pleasure, then quickly clamp your lips shut as he settles himself between your legs.

His chest presses against the sheets and his face is now inches away from your core, pulsing and aching through your swimsuit bottoms and practically screaming for his attention.

"Such a pretty angle. Love seein’ you like this," he drawls, his gaze pointed at where you needed him most.

A gentle whimper gets caught behind your teeth as you attempt to shift beneath him, only making that grip he had on your legs tighten just a bit more.

"Tryin’ t’ fight your way out of this, aren’t you?" he mocks, moving his hands to the inside of your legs and firmly pressing your knees down to the mattress, "You can’t go all shy on me now, sweet pea."

There was something predatory about the way he was acting; stalking like he was on the hunt for just a bit more than the feeling of you wrapped around him. He wanted to savor this moment, this fun little game of cat and mouse.

"Ashton, please," you beg.

Either he was choosing to ignore you or he didn’t hear it at all, but your plea remained empty as his head ducked down to press a kiss below your naval.

"Gonna’ fill you up real’ nice..." he groans into your flesh, teeth nipping at the delicate skin, "Would you like that? Want me to fill you up with my cum, baby?"

You nod sheepishly, resorting to tucking your bottom lip between your teeth as his teasing continues.

"Gotta use those words, beautiful. I know you’ve got a mouth on ya’."

"Yes," you blurt, "I’m— I’m ready. Please, fill me up baby, please."

His eyebrows raise in amusement and the death grip he once had on your knees finally loosens. He uses his arms to stalk towards you, crawling up your body so that the two of you met at eye level.

"Say that again for me?"

As you open your mouth to repeat the words that descended your husband into madness, you feel a broad hand sneak between your legs and push your swimsuit bottoms to the side. His finger slips between your dripping folds, running a line up and stopping to gently toy with your clit. The steadfast eye contact remained.

"Are you paying attention, sweet pea? I said, say it again."

You stutter for a moment, unable to coherently collect the words on your tongue as he continued to tease you. "Baby please— Want you t’ fill me up—"

"Gonna’ make you mine, sweet pea. I promise. And since I did it already then fuck it baby, I’ll do it again."

His tip prods at your entrance while your eyes frantically dart across the various features on his face. You watch his plump lips part slightly, and the notch in his brow grow more prominent as he savors that first stroke.

The two of you sigh in unison, in bliss, at that first initial feeling of him filling you perfectly. He has no choice but to gaze into your eyes, the ones that had been looking at him with equal admiration this entire time.

"Fuck, baby— so fuckin’ tight n’ ready for me, yeah?"

His starting thrusts are slow, each stroke hitting deeper within your lower abdomen and creating pressure throughout your entire body. You hold your breath, savoring that feeling before letting it out with a labored groan.

"F-feels so good, Ashton. Can— can feel you everywhere."

What you were saying hardly made any sense; but that never mattered to Ashton. All he knew was that the feeling of his cock meticulously hitting that sweet spot every time was enough to get you buzzed.

Love drunk, if you will.

"Takin’ my cock so well. Like such a good girl. How fuckin’ perfect you are, baby— and you’re all mine."

The eye contact between you was blazing, the heat radiating off of his cheeks flushing against yours. You could barely keep your eyes open as his hips began to snap faster and faster, his breathing becoming more gritty and labored.

"Ashton, baby, oh my God— please—" you cry out, the wooden bed frame now shaking and whacking against the walls of the cabana with the force of his limitless thrusts.

"Feels good, sweet pea? Gonna fill you up with my fuckin’ cum, baby. Gonna fill you up n’ fuck it into you nice and deep. You’re mine. All fuckin’ mine."

You take your hands and cup his face, watching his pupils bounce as his lips weave into a wicked smile. Sweat slicked his forehead as he looked down on you, eager to please you and so satisfied with the way you’d been falling apart.

"Fuckin— touch yourself. Please, God— touch yourself for me, pretty? Wanna hear more of those sweet sounds you make."

Your jaw drops, as does your hand from his cheek. Your hand then moves to finds your clit in record time, and you begin to rub it in quick circles. The simple action causes an electric shock to run down your spine, only amplifying the pleasure going forward.

"Gonna cum together, yeah?" asks Ashton, who had resorted to tucking his head into the crook of your neck and occasionally biting down on the meat of your collarbone, "Gonna’ cum with my girl— fuck, baby. You feel incredible."

"Mmmh."

You only find enough strength in you to hum as the speed of his thrusts increases. It was hard to take your eyes off of him and surely the feeling was mutual; it had become a competition of who could look at the other with the most love and devotion.

"Fuck, I’m close—" Ashton blurts, his voice weakening, "Ready for me, baby?"

"Yes, yes, yes, fuck yes," you cry out, still pawing circles at your clit as the rhythm you once claimed grows sloppy.

"Want you t’ feel my cum so deep inside you, my girl… Been so fuckin’ good t’me. Always are."

The two of you groan, loudly. It echoes and bounces off of the quaint walls of the cabana as Ashton finally releases inside of you. You could feel his liquid pooling, mixing with the juices of your own arousal and God, did it feel incredible.

A collective sigh is shared not long before Ashton dips down again to place another kiss onto the sweet spot of your neck, "Ashton, baby— oh my God."

"Gonna’ put that baby in you, sweet pea. Can fuckin’ bet on it," he states. A groan mixed with some sort of pathetic whine as he slowly pulls half of his length out of your pussy.

Right as you’re about to let out a sigh of relief, he rams himself back into you.

"Fuck!" you cry, pinching your eyes shut for the first time since this whole ordeal has started. He was awfully cocky about it all but then again, it wouldn’t be Mr. and Mrs. Irwin without a bit of a boast.

"Feel that? That to me feels like a success," Ashton gloats, his eyes mocking your tightly knit brows and scrunched up nose.

A chuckle falls past your lips as you relish in the feeling; you and your husband becoming one soul. You can’t seem to get your attention to stray away from the mousy brown curls that had flopped out of their style and into his eyes. How obscenely intimate it felt to be this close to your husband in all of his glowing, sweaty, post-sex glory.

"That doesn’t mean we can’t try again tomorrow," you tease him, brushing a rogue curl from his eye, "We’re still here for another week and a half."

"If it were up to me, we’d do this every day. But, I don’t wanna wear you out. Husband and wife now, yanno? Gotta you can, uh— keep up."

The two of you chuckle and sigh, basking in the feeling of his cock still buried inside of you and sharing the love of the intimacy.

"Hey, I think I could keep up with your beastly self. You’ve just gotta give me the chance to prove it."

Ashton spares you a warm smile, the same smile that won you over the first time you’d ever met him.

"I love you, baby."

"God, I love you more."

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[ch0lwrld]

10:04 PM (pt.2)

warnings: suggestive? they don't really do anything, mentions spoiler for jujutsu kaizen (sorry) a/n: here is the continuationnnn of pt1 hope you like it I worked really hard on it LMAO I put more effort into writing these fics instead of my assignments guys. lmk what you think! ✍️ proofread by me and @watariisbestboy

You had just picked up Soobin, already returning to your apartment. It was a movie night, and you knew how busy he was, but he insisted on spending time with you before leaving for his tour, even with the preparations already in full force. He was still making time for you, nonetheless.

As you reach a red light, Soobin urges you to look at a picture he took earlier. He wants you to compliment him on their new concept, but you don't dare fall for his tricks.

"Wow," you say in mock awe.

"You didn't even look, ugh, here!" he practically forces the phone into your face. The brightness blinds you briefly before you look at the photo. Damn, he looked good. The photo in front of you entirely took you away. Now you know how MOA feels. And he took your silence as an agreement. 

"I know I'm so sexy in this, right?"

"No, I was looking at Beomgyu. He's been looking a little too good recently, and the long hair suits him." You genuinely complimented the guy.

"Ew, please, I look better. Next thing you know, I'll be in a mullet for the next shoot. Ah, look at this one!" Soobin attempts to show you the next photo, but the light has already turned green. 

"Whatever, I know what you'll say anyways," and he continues to smile at himself, tapping away at his screen. 

"Okay, mister, and speaking of your bandmates, when am I meeting them?" you had been meaning to meet the four of them. Soobin always talks about them, and it warms your heart to know he has such kind people to surround him in such a stressful field. Recently, Hueningkai had texted you, but you didn't believe it was him. It would make sense since you know Soobin, but you were still cautious. You had forced him to prove himself, and when he sent a sneaky pic of him and Soobin sleeping in the background, you just had to believe him. Kai told you that Soobin mentioned your guys' similar plushie collections, and your friendship grew from there. 

"I know you just want to because of Beomgyu, but no, you can't. You're mine."

Oh, does he know what that does to your heart?

"…Maybe, BUT I really wanna meet Kai. Kai has been showing me the recent penguin plushie he bought, and I wanna meet a fellow squishmallow connoisseur." 

"You feed his addictions; it's not good. And I don't even know how he got your number!" He suspects that Kai took his phone to steal it from him after mentioning you once to the guys. He regrets ever bringing you up because now you and the guys want to meet one another, and he can't have that happen as much as he appreciates the people he loves the most actually liking each other; he likes the dates the two of you have... just you two. 

"Whatever! I'll meet them one day. It's bound to happen~."

"Maybe one day.." As his sentence begins to trail off, the expression on his face changes to a familiar one that tells you he's thinking. 

"But you and I both know you would never be able to say a word to Beomgyu. Also... why is he your bias? Hello, I'm right here!" He's been pestering you about that ever since his debut. 

He doesn't understand why you would not like him the most. He's your best friend, why Beomgyu?!

"That might be true, but don't call me out. Let me live." 

"Yeah, in your delusions? It's unhealthy to be stuck there, but I can help you get out."

You had already reached your apartment's parking garage, settling into your designated parking spot and turning your car off. 

"Yeah? And how's that?" you turn to look at him to see what he means.

He places his arm behind your car's headrest and points at himself with his other hand. 

"Me." and he has that damned grin on his face. You push him lightly with the palm of your hand, but enough to see that he has hit the back of his seat. Your giggles are all that's left before you begin packing your things. 

"Sure," you say as you gather your phone and keys from their holders—the car doors closing, resonating throughout the garage walls, and the familiar smell of gasoline and others you can't name became more prominent.

"Oh, come on, you know you love me," and he wiggles his eyebrows in your direction.

"I only use you for body heat, if anything." you look at him deadpan.

"Oh, so I'm being used." he feigns hurt, hand against his chest as you walk towards the elevators. 

"Yup!" You comment gleefully.

——-/-——-/-——

The time you take to reach your apartment feels like little to nothing despite you taking residence on the 20th floor. Quick banter and giggles fill the halls. You fear one of your neighbors will hear and complain. 

Once inside, he removes his shoes and slips into the slippers you bought for him with enlarged eyes and vibrant blue peeking out from under his sweats. He smiles to himself, reminded of his fond memory of you surprising him with the pair. He recognized them the instant you had flaunted them in your hands, already wearing the matching pair in a light green. You had shown him a video of the slippers once, insistent that you needed them because they could tongue kiss and hold hands. 

Making himself comfortable on your couch, he grabs the remote as it's his turn to pick the movie for tonight. He had nothing in mind but wandered to those Studio Ghibli films you love. He could understand why you liked them so much, having watched all of them with you on a movie marathon. He was happy to see you indulge yourself in the numerous scenes played on screen and be there for you when it got emotional. You were the type to cry during movies, and he cherishes the fact his shoulder is the one you chose to cry on. You set the snacks you prepared beforehand on the coffee table in front of him before heading to your room to get ready.

When you return, he's on his phone but quickly looks up to see you in one of the hoodies he thought he lost. But unfortunately, he's not too mad seeing you being its captor. If anything, butterflies fill his stomach, and he distracts himself by scooting to make space for you beside him. 

Your small figure in his hoodie does things to his heart, and he knows he's got to do something about these feelings he has for you. But it's probably too late, seeing how affected he is, and you aren't even cuddling yet. 

You take your place on the couch, snuggling into his side and placing the blanket over the both of you. The warmth that floods you is comforting against the cool air. You look at the screen ahead, and your eyes widen slightly as you recognize the familiar title. 

"Ponyo? I thought you wanted to watch that one anime you like." You were curious why he had picked the movie since it was one that you watched when you were feeling down or just needed something to listen to while you slept. You forget the unfortunate end of a particular character he loves, as you mention in the anime series. The mood then dampens, and his expression becomes downturned. 

"Ahh, sorry, I forgot he died. RIP Gojo"

"Too soon…" he says. "It's bad enough. I had to be reminded of it live the other day." You remember seeing this moment live (what can you say? You're a fan!) and could only watch and adore the cute expressions on his and Kai's face.

"Sorry, sorry," you say, chuckling at his expression. You poke the sides of his cheeks, feeling pity about his loss. "Let's just watch the movie then."

——-/-——-/-——

As the movie begins to play, a scene comes up where Ponyo heads straight for Sosuke. She passes the mom, who holds her arms open for the little girl, only to see her run and hug her son just behind her. It's an adorable scene, and you can feel the pure childlike happiness flowing from it. It's reasons like these that have always drawn you to these films. 

Suddenly, Soobin nudges your shoulder to get your attention. 

"That's us," eyes never straying from the scene before him. 

"Yeah, and you're the mom, right?"

"Shut up.. hey we should dress up for Halloween together."

"Yeah? You as Sosuke and me as Ponyo?" You suggest.

"Yeah! I'm sure I have a plain yellow shirt somewhere.." He ponders the thought that, if anything, he can always scavenge through the other guys' clothes.

"You fit the part, but.. I don't know how I would look as a ginger. Never thought of myself in red." Honestly, you thought red was good as a clothing choice, and you had never dyed your hair besides when you thought going blonde was a good idea. But, ever since, you stuck to staying natural.

"Well, we can buy a wig and test it out, so you don't have to commit. No matter what, I think you'll look cute."

"Maybe… oh, but my friends are gonna be on my ass about this." The realization dawns on you. How could you forget? Their nagging comments still ring in your ears (out of love <3). 

"Why?" he questions, cocking his head to the side. 

"Couples costumes? They already think we're in cahoots." You say as you quote the last word with your hands. 

"Of course, I always tell them you don't think of me as anything more than a friend." you let out a nervous laugh and take a bite of the treats before you to distract yourself after revealing such information. You think about all the times Soobin has come over, and your roommate mischievously wiggled her eyebrows at you. 

They'd get a kick out of this one…

“…”

But when Soobin doesn't say anything, it worries you a bit. Did you say something wrong? 

"Hey, is something wrong?"

"No, I just.. it.. Nevermind." 

"You sure? You know you can always tell me. I won't judge." You can tell he's hesitating, but you don't want to pressure him. You're already ready to take back your statement, but he begins to speak up again.

"I... I know you won't. It's just, what if I see you like that... more than a friend, I mean."

You pause. What? 

There's no way that Choi Soobin would like you, of all people? I mean.. he's surrounded by beautiful idols every day at work... What could he ever see in you romantically? You're way out of his league, and the thought has your mind doing laps. You don't know what to say, and he takes your silence as a rejection.

"Sorry, I knew it was stupid. I didn't want to make it awkward; I just thought that tonight would be the night I would finally be able to tell you how I felt."

You continue to stare at him as he fiddles with his fingers. His eyes are darted to the side, away from your knowing gaze. But he continues to spill his heart out for you to hear.

"Maybe it was just me or the way the guys would tell me you might feel the same that's making me say this… Sorry, I shouldn't have told you. I was worried I would ruin what we had, and I couldn't lose you, but.. Ugh, I've already done it."

His shoulders shake as he closes in on himself, regretting his decisions. You immediately take his hands in yours, making him look back at you from the sudden contact. 

"You don't have to say anymore, Binnie." as you place one of your hands on his cheek, his eyes watery, you hate that you're making him feel this way.

You couldn't bear watching as he beat himself up over this. You couldn't after knowing that the possibility he liked you back was real.

"And what if I told you I liked you too?" you whisper, already so afraid as you watch his eyes widen. You couldn't continue to deny your feelings and refuse him because you felt like you weren't fit to be by his side. You wanted to take this moment to finally tell him that all those dates were starting to feel way more than just two friends hanging out. His smiles are the highlight of your day, and his laughter and the sight of his dimples as he grins, are something you wish to see any second you can, especially if you were the one who caused it. That the mere touch of his hand against your own sends your heart soaring out of your chest? That- 

And before you know it, everything has been said. Words slip from your lips faster than you could think, and your distance decreases. Teary eyes stare into teary eyes in the dim light of your living room.

"Can I.. kiss you?" 

All you can manage is a meek nod in his direction before your eyes shut. The feeling of his lips against your own was so soft and everything you could've imagined and more.. you could feel your heart leaping out of your chest, and you worry he can hear it. Your hand on his is starting to tremble, but he only grasps them, rubbing circles to soothe your nerves. 

You meld together so well; finally, having him like this does wonders for your heart. When you finally separate, your hands and legs feel like jelly, and you can only see the soft smile creeping up on his face. A reddish hue can be seen along his cheeks, and you can only imagine the damage it's done to your own.

The movie is long forgotten, and the sound of your heart beating against your eardrums is all you can hear. Even in the quiet of the room, he whispers.

"I like you, y/n—a lot. And I hope that... if you will. Will you allow me to be your boyfriend?" And you don't dare hesitate to answer. 

"Yes! Over and over again, yes!" you say in a giggling fit. You're now straddling his lap and entangling your limbs in his clumsily. You never thought reciprocating feelings with your best friend would feel like this, but you never want it to end.

"Does this mean I can finally do this?" you ask.

He looks at you curiously, tilting his head adorably as you attack his face with pecks and kisses. Hearing his yelps of "help!" followed by giggles. Oh, the things you would do to listen to his laughter on replay.

"Oh my god, get a room." a voice states their presence. 

You jump from your spot on his lap as you both look up at the voice. Your friend had just left her room to refill her glass of water, judging by the empty cup in her hand, to walk in on you, peppering Soobin's face. Sure, she had wanted this to happen for a while, realizing your shared feelings long before you knew. Still, it doesn't make this scene less awkward. A feeling of shame fell upon the two of you, more so Soobin, as he didn't mean to get caught in such an intimate position by your roommate. You look back at him, see his guilty expression, and grab his hand to pull him into a standing position. 

"Maybe we should take this to my room instead," you chuckle. 

You lead him to your bedroom, just a few steps away. He follows behind you, enveloping you in a back-hug, head on your shoulder as you struggle to shuffle your way into the room. 

"I love you." He mumbles near your ear. 

"Moving so fast? We just confessed."

"It's not like I haven't said it before! And plus..." 

You know that it's because its meaning has changed now that you reply back, "I love you too."

[rubyreduji]

[childhood best friends to lovers | woozi x gn!reader | 796 words]

You remember back in primary school a boy with a doughy face and a wide grin and shiny black hair cut into a mullet. He asked you to play tag during recess on the first day and when you eventually fell and scraped your knee he held your hand all the way to the nurse.

The next day he shared his snack with you and told you he thought your purple bandaid was cool. Later you two played trucks together and it was then set in stone you two would be best friends forever.

Lee Jihoon was his name.

You two were inseparable. You were always playing together and pairing up for projects and spending afternoons at one another’s houses. You’d sit and listen while Jihoon practiced his instruments and he would sit and watch you draw.

Even into middle school you two couldn’t be pried apart. It was a well known fact by everyone that it was always Y/N and Jihoon. Through thick and thin you two stood by each other. He was your ride or die and you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him.

That is, until you turned fifteen.

“Y/N.”

“Yeah, Ji?”

“I’m moving to Seoul.”

Everything freezes. Your heart twists. You don’t want to believe it. You can’t. Seoul is on the whole other end of South Korea. It’s almost a four hour drive. Why is Jihoon springing this on you right now?

When you don’t respond right away, Jihoon continues.

“I auditioned for a company to become a K-Pop idol, and I got accepted! Pledis Entertainment. I’m going to move to Seoul so I can train before I debut.”

You just stare at Jihoon incredulously.

You’ve always known Jihoon is incredibly talented with his singing, and you knew he had an interest in K-Pop, but you never knew he auditioned to become an idol. Now he’s moving across the country and you won’t be with your best friend anymore.

“That’s…far from Busan,” you finally say, your mouth dry.

“I know, but this is a dream of mine. I promise we’ll still talk, and I’ll come and visit you when I can.”

“I’m…I’m really happy for you Jihoon,” you tell him in a soft voice. “I’m just going to miss you so much.”

“I know, I’ll miss you too.” Jihoon pulls you into a hug. “We’re best friends forever though. Always remember that.”

After Jihoon moves away you see him sporadically and talk to him when he has the time, but as you grow older those times become few and far between until they stop all together. You don’t blame him. He’s become a very successful K-Pop idol and producer, but you can’t help but miss him. You don’t keep up much with his music, but you hear it on the radio sometimes and you’re happy he’s become so popular.

The first time you see Jihoon in person is not planned at all. You think it’s probably been around seven years since you last really interacted with him, around the time he was debuting. You’re a fashion designer and stylist now and when you were asked to help work on a project for a K-Pop idol you weren’t expecting the idol to be the one and only Woozi, aka, Lee Jihoon.

Words get caught up in your throat when you see him. He looks good. Very good. But you suppose that’s what happens when you become a K-Pop idol. A flood of emotions overtake you, as you look at your best friend after all these years.

Jihoon looks just as stunned to see you.

“I- hi, Jihoon.”

“Y/N. Hi. It’s…been a long time.”

“It has.”

“You look good.”

You laugh. “I think you look better.”

It’s easy for you two to pick up right where you left off with your friendship. That’s not surprising though, because as much as you two have changed, you’re still just Jihoon and Y/N. It’s always been easy with Jihoon. 

It’s not the exact same as it used to be. Of course it wouldn’t be, you two are adults now. That’s not the only reason though. There’s something else lingering in the air. Maybe it’s because of your comfort with each other, or because it’s been so long since you saw one another, but you swear Jihoon is flirting with you. Maybe you’re flirting back. 

Your suspicions are confirmed when Jihoon asks you out on a date. You agree of course. 

You two go and get coffee and when Jihoon reaches across the table and grabs your hand, it feels the exact same way it did all the years ago on the very first day you met Jihoon, and you know that this is how it’s meant to be.

[mingyus-blackcard]

ੈ✩‧₊ Black Rose ੈ✩‧₊

Pairing : Choi Seungcheol x Male reader

Words : 1.3k

Genres : Angst, Revenge au, Yandere au, Idol au

TW: Angst, Main character dying, Yandere,

Music : Guilty by Taemin

A/N : This is the sequel to the fic Red Rose, it is advised to read that before reading this for better relatability. Feedback is much appreciated. Requests and questions are always open!

Making the last adjustments, choosing the music bank schedules, organizing the promotional events—all of which took a toll on Seungcheol as the leader of one of the most well-known bands in the world—and spending the majority of his days in the studio as the comeback was approaching. He had just collapsed onto the couch after his trip to the HYBE building, too tired to move a limb, and was about to fall asleep when the doorbell rang, ruining his precious sleep. He sweared if it was the manager or any of his members despite loving them to death, he would kill them with a pen and not care of the criminal charges faced by him. 

“Mail for Mr. Choi, Apartment 3607.”

He murmured a brief thank you and opened the mail, which was little more than a sheet of paper, thinking as to what he might possibly get at 7 o'clock in the evening.

“Another one of the fan letters, don’t know how they manage to get my address.” He muttered before starting to read the content of letter.

“Dear Seungcheol,

You never know when your heart starts beating for someone else, just like mine started 2 years ago.

Even with those long lashes shielding your ebony eyes, they drew me in. Your shaggy mullet was in need of a haircut, but who was I to say? Those strong muscles ready to tear off the blue shirt you never threw, even though I told you repeatedly to do so. You would always respond that it was your lucky charm because it helped you get with me. Guess you got a home run with me. 

If all you had to do was run, why take a break for me. Your so-called love for your fans, would be all shattered if they get to know of your true escapades. I can already imagine the headlines, ‘Top boy band’s leader being the definition of coward.’ Or maybe it’s just my poetry speaking up. That’s why they say don’t date a poet, you will definitely become one of their muses. After the so called break up, which I must point out you didn’t have the guts to do in person, I felt like death was possible without dying. I did not want to kill myself, rather kill something inside me. I was tired of fighting, I wanted to give up but then I remembered, for once I want to be fought over. So here I am, giving you a chance, fight me for your future, fight me for your career, fight me for your success. Meet me at the place where you first took me for out first date. The time being when Cinderella had to rush back, but here it will be you rushing to save your image. And well if you think this is mere joke, see you tomorrow in the headlines my love.

To the moon and never back ~

Y/N”

Seungcheol just sat there, the paper crumbling in his hands, the shock taking over his body. How could a guy who didn’t think of anything but romance be able to manipulate him into giving up his career. Checking the time which halted at 9pm, Seungcheol not taking this lightly rushed to his car and drove the spot he and Y/N had their first date. A cliff which Seungcheol had founded while filming for going seventeen. The sunset adding the sparkle to the champagne as they clinked their glasses to the eternal future filled with love. How they shared their plans for the future, Y/N merely a first-year English honour student while Seungcheol finding the muse in him for their next album. 

They laughed the evening, 

They smiled the night,

 They fell in love at the sun’s sight.

As soon as Seungcheol reached the spot, he was not shocked to see Y/N waiting for him. He was definitely not used to seeing Y/N being all buffed up. The back his used to hug had definitely become broader, the waist he used to hold, had definitely become smaller, the legs which he would hold had definitely become thicker. 

“Y/N” Seungcheol called out, for him to be greeted by the eyes where once he saw his love. Instead of holding the usual glint, the black orbs now being a sign of darkness.

“You came.” Y/N smirked, very well knowing the answer as to why he came.

“You called.”

“I called or did your dangling future called.”

“It’s not like that-”.

“Honey leave the bullshit. I am not dating you anymore and neither are you. I am here to just get some reward for the information I have dug up.”

“You don’t have to do this.”

“Do what?”

“Stoop so low that you will leak the relationship.”

“Just to correct you, firstly, the relationship we had. Secondly, who am I to stoop low when the other guy has to send his company to break up.”

“I had my reasons.”

“Such as winning a daesang, going on a world tour, releasing 3 hit albums ?”

“Try to understand, I was forced-.”

“Keep your excuses for your next song. Don’t give me the crap.” Y/N said while moving a step towards Seungcheol while the latter took a step backward, wanting to keep his distance if the former tried to pull a trick.

“I have enough words for my next album Y/N. Do not worry about how much money I can through that. How much money do you want instead for keeping your mouth shut.”

“I remembered you liked my mouth open wide, guess people change over time.” Y/N simply winked while taking another step towards Seungcheol.

“Cut the crap-”

“That’s a lot of attitude coming from a person who has a lot to lose.” 

“What do you want? You name it, Money, sponsorship, trips, luxury, just name it.”

“ I wish money could buy what I wanted Seungcheol. Sadly, it’s something only you can give.”

“Tell me, just tell me and I will do it.”

“Such a good lil pup you have become, An apology.”

“What!? Are you kidding me Y/N!? You made me come here just to apologise!? Ok, then here you go. Sorry Y/N for breaking your little heart. Happy?”

Y/N just stared at Seungcheol, taking a step forward each time each time Seungcheol backed.

“Happier than before, thanks to you my love.”

“Don’t call me that, anyways I shall be leaving, had enough of your nonsense in the middle of the night.”

“Of course, leave as you shall please, but only if the twig you are standing on does not break before you move.”

As soon as the words came out of Y/N’s mouth, the snapping of the twig was heard, Seungcheol losing his grip and trying to find something he could grab, before slipping down the cliff only to hang from the edge of the cliff.

Seungcheol looking around with frail eyes, his breathing becoming haggard, his hands holding on for dear life.

“YOU PLANNED THIS DIDN’T YOU!?” Seungcheol gritted through his teeth, trying his best not to move much to avoid losing his grip and falling.

“Nah, that’s just nature playing against you. I have yet to take my apology.” With that Y/N kicked Seugcheol’s hand, which was hanging on the cliff. Seungcheol wanted to scream but could not, he knew the music in his album had finished playing. He could only stare at the guy who was once the love of his life. His life flashing through his eyes, his members, his family, his friends, Y/N.

Y/N just stood there, watching him fall, not feeling an ounce of regret. The months he spent crying and dwelling on that guy finally redeeming as something useful. 

“I can call you anything my love, 

But at your funeral when cries are what I hear,

I shall take pride in bringing you the rose,

The petals flying as the wind blows,

The rose which is dear,

The black rose, capturing the fear. 

[kaurwreck]

do you have any general headcanons about bsd that you're fond of? sort of alternatively, any interesting tidbits about the irl authors to share? your blog has taught me a lot, maybe even a bit against my will 💀 irl authors were so funny ANYWAY ty so much for oversharing because i enjoy it a lot!!

I've been chewing on how to answer this because I have so many headcanons I'm so fond of, but it felt too self-indulgent to pour headcanons on you when I could offer facts as an alternative.

I post what I learn because it excites me, but also because I think it's wrong to have the resources I do without striving to share them. Since I haven't been writing fic like I used to, analyses and factual deep cuts are also all I have to offer the community in return for the joy this media brings me. It's not what everyone always wants, but it's the only other way I know how to engage.

That said, at least this time, I'm going to share several of my headcanons (some of which are theories) instead. But, so that I'm not completely wasting anyone's time, I'll also include one (1) Akutagawa fact at the end, if only because I think it's devastating 🧡

the Executives

Chuuya and Verlaine have a monthly standing appointment with each other to smoke and drink Bordeaux and wax poetic in French in Verlaine's depression hovel. It's a pretense for Verlaine to tell Chuuya about Rimbaud, and for Chuuya to listen and remember so that he can be the edifying stele Rimbaud's grave wasn't afforded.

It's also so they can vent, gush, and gossip.

Kouyou and Verlaine both want to dress Chuuya and bicker over it, especially ahead of formal events and special occasions. Chuuya and Verlaine are closer in taste, so Verlaine often prevails, but where Chuuya won't accept Verlaine's suggestions without inserting his own street urchin, delinquent flourishes, every so often he allows Kouyou to dress, accessorize, and accent him to her heart's desire (especially if she hasn't seen Kyouka in some time).

Chuuya does not, ever, listen to or humor Mori's wardrobe suggestions.

When the Executives convene for a meeting requiring conensus or a quorum, Mori places a maneki-neko in the seat reserved for Dazai as a proxy. (It used to be in Dazai's seat all of the time, but it was repeatedly vandalized, so now Mori otherwise stores it in his desk.)

Chuuya is a workaholic who's leisure is often occupied by engagement with interests relevant to his professional development; Kouyou maintains strict boundaries around her leisure time (namely spent on or to provide for Kyouka), and Mori is only not-working when he's spoiling Elise, although he usually works through that too.

As a result, Chuuya and Mori spend the most time together, and Chuuya is so used to co-working with Mori in Mori's office that he forgets it's not also his.

Chuuya maintains the Port Mafia's relationships with foreign syndicates, contacts, and illicit trading partners. This is for several reasons: he's a polyglot, and it furthers and maintains his other languages; Kouyou thinks it's good for him to practice diplomacy and negotiation; Mori is aware the organization prefers Chuuya as his heir and wants him well established with their business partners should Chuuya succeed him; Chuuya has friends in Europe he enjoys visiting when the role requires travel; and it deters malicious foreign interest in the Port of Yokohama since Chuuya reminds those who don't consider Japan a world power in the aftermath of the Great War that Yokohama is stewarded by a hot tempered guard dog who can control the most astronomically influential fundamental force theorized by physics.

Chuuya's half-mullet is a reference to both Verlaine's side ponytail and Kouyou's half-bangs.

Mori is asexual.

the Agency

The Agency office has a spare room that Fukuzawa has furnished and decorated to be a relaxing reprieve for mindful repose. The Zen room, colloquially. Dazai uses it to masturbate at work, Ranpo uses it as a spare pantry, Yosano has appropriately pointed out it should be a lactation room for accessibility and equity but uses it to read and write erotica when bored, Kunikida uses it for the nervous breakdowns he doesn't want the others to see (and to smoke), Kenji has never once needed it, Tanizaki and Naomi use it for unspeakable acts, Kyouka uses it for shikantaza as Fukuzawa intended, and Atsushi isn't aware it exists.

Atsushi isn't allowed to have prolonged screen time because Kunikida thinks he's too impressionable, which is why Kunikida won't let him have a smartphone or a tablet. He's going to be very annoyed when he learns that Ango allowed Atsushi to use his tablet unsupervised during the Hunting Dogs arc.

Atsushi doesn't know about bills, pensions, or investment portfolios because Kunikida is maintaining his for him without him noticing. (Kunikida intends to teach him about each and transition small responsibilities, but only once Atsushi turns 20.)

Kunikida also maintains Dazai's, or at least he tries. Dazai keeps finding the accounts and draining them on sake, gambling, elaborate attempts to tease others, and impulse purchases.

I do not think Dazai has any savings from the Port Mafia; I think he spent what he had during the two years he was in hiding, and that he's never been capable of resisting ridiculous purchases for elaborate machinations. Like, he once paid a man who took the same train as Kunikida every day to stand near Kunikida and sneeze without covering his mouth at the exact same time every day for almost a year. Then, on a day when Kunikida had several important meetings, Dazai asked the man to sneeze 37 seconds later than usual. It ruined Kunikida's entire day; he had to take paid time off to recover from the aftermath.

Yosano treats Kunikida like a little brother and nurtures and chides him. She doesn't baby him, though, because he responds best when he has high expectations to meet and because he externalizes his frustration in a way she genuinely doesn't have the patience to tolerate. This is to his benefit; it humbles him and keeps him from becoming too condemnatory and punitive.

Dazai and Yosano slept together when he first joined the Agency. They haven't since, but they have a mutual understanding that she can and does use (i) his self-flagellating, psychosexual attraction to her and (ii) his habit of objectifying competent, compassionate women as victims of his attraction to manipulate him for his self improvement and her sometimes sexual gratification. He's usually fine with it; she doesn't when he isn't.

They're also aware that they sometimes remind the other of Mori (well before they became aware of each other's pasts with him) so they maintain a level of emotional and physical distance to protect themselves and each other. Mostly, this distance is pre-calculated and mutually respectful. But sometimes it's not; sometimes, it's punitive and petty.

Yosano and Dazai have never explicitly negotiated any of the above, nor have they ever needed to. This is another way in which they remind each other of Mori, and so their synchronity ensures their distance.

Atsushi thinks Kyouka is under his care, but Kyouka and the rest of the Agency know that he's under hers.

Tanizaki's feigned harmlessness is to deflect attention and scrutiny, but it's also part of his 24/7 BDSM relationship with Naomi.

Dazai is the only stray cat Fukuzawa knows better than to smother, which is why Dazai may wander but will always slink his way home.

Atsushi's selectively acute perceptiveness into the hearts of others renders Dazai unusually vulnerable and bare in such a way that Dazai covets. But it's also why Dazai frets enough about Atsushi's perception of him that he changed clothes before seeking him out and tried to explain himself at the end of Dead Apple. That Atsushi didn't need him to is why Dazai wanted to; Atsushi engenders a drive in others to meet his faith in them energetically and with sincerity. He has no idea that he has this impact on others; which is why Lucy and Akutagawa also want to drown him.

There are enough spare dorms that Kyouka and Atsushi don't need to share; Fukuzawa, Ranpo, Yosano, Kunikida, and Dazai just all agreed that Atsushi and Kyouka would be happier and do better if maintained as a pair. And Dazai thought it would be funny to lie.

etc., Etc.

Kouyou speaks, acts, and dresses like an oiran in reference to irl!Kyouka's favorite and most consistent character archetype. Non-coincidentally, irl!Kyouka's preference for writing seductive, powerful, maternal, victimized, narratively damned women characters was Oedipal in nature.

Dazai's skill, like Kyouka's, was transferred to him, which is why he's incapable of controlling it as effectively as other touch-based skill users like Hirotsu and Chuuya control theirs. Dazai's skill was transferred to him by Natsume and is a fragment of Natsume's own skill (his nine lives, so to speak).

Skills are shaped by and manifest in response to their users' intense and often unmet or insecure needs and desires. Much like any coping mechanism, they're constructs as deeply ingrained as personalities once formed.

Kyouka and Dazai's limited control over their abilities is a psychological barrier rather than a matter of in-universe physics.

Atsushi is the white tiger, Akutagawa is the azure dragon, Dazai is the black tortoise, and Chuuya is the vermillion bird. They're the four symbols, and they embody four of the five phases (while grappling with the fifth).

Natsume brought Dazai to Mori, and followed Dazai to Fukuzawa.

Ango, Kunikida, and Chuuya have a group chat to coordinate the keeping and care of Dazai, but Ango is habitually kicked and then begrudgingly allowed back in.

Agatha Christie directs the Order of the Clock Tower from where she's imprisoned in the Elizabeth Tower (nèe the Clock Tower, misnomer Big Ben). This is less a headcanon and more a substantiated theory— if you notice, the room Agatha Christie is always depicted as being inside in the manga has wood panels that are reminiscent of the oak paneled walls of the irl prison room in the irl Elizabeth Tower. The anime iteration more generally references elements of the Elizabeth Tower's Gothic Revival design in the room's symmetrical and ornate carved details, decorative moldings, arches, tracery, vaulted ceiling, heavy and curved and elaborately patterned furniture, etc., etc. Her skill being called And Then There Were None and her cold, calculating, sadistic personality also suggest she takes after Judge Wargrave, who was both the righteous condemner and among the righteously condemned.

As for your irl fact: Akutagawa Ryuunosuke's children did not call him dad; they called him Ryu-chan.

[slytherinshua]

YOUR DISTRACTING KISS

genre. fluff. warnings. a little profanity and a lot of kissing. hwiyoung flirting SKDJS HELP. ME. i don't think it's suggestive at all, but...? pairing. hwiyoung x fem!reader. wc. 948. request. no. a/n. ITS INSANE HOW DELUSIONAL I AM FOR THIS MAN LIKE IT DOESNT EVEN MAKE SENSE HOLY SHIT IM SO DOWN BAD IM SCREAMING EVERY DAY BCUZ HES SO SKDFJHSKD(@#*$(???????

You loved watching your boyfriend write songs. He liked to do things the nostalgic way— spending his time in an old car garage with a crappy sound system set up, an electric guitar and bass at his disposal. He wrote down lyrics in a little notebook. He said he got more inspiration for the song when he wasn’t staring at a computer. 

Youngkyun had already been writing for an hour before you arrived with coffee for him. Your heart raced whenever you stepped into the garage, sliding down the metal garage door after you stepped in. You had made a lot of memories with your boyfriend in this old garage. You had even spent some dates here, and participated in more than a few makeout sessions.

Youngkyun looked as stunning as always, but what you would never get tired of looking at was his long hair and bare face. There was no arguing that the mullet style suited him the most, and it drove you absolutely crazy to think about. Along with his rings, oversized t-shirt and 4 or so loose-chained bracelets on his left hand, he looked like a proper rockstar boyfriend. You slid the iced americano over to him, flashing him a smile which he mirrored.

“Thank you, baby.” He muttered, focusing back on the lyrics he was jotting down, taking a short break to sip the coffee. You sat next to him, watching him work for a few minutes before taking out your phone. You heard a frustrated groan after a while and looked up.

“Need a break from this— ‘fucking frustrating.” He mumbled, tossing the notebook onto the table. He looked over to you, grabbing your wrist to pull you over until you were sitting on his lap. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pushing some strands of his pretty hair behind his hair.

“You’ll get it eventually. You always do.” You reassured. Your hand lingered on his face, feeling his soft skin beneath your fingers. You traced his cheekbone and he sighed, closing his eyes under your touch.

“Just want a distraction for now.” He told you, leaning his head back to rest on the top of the couch. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and back down as he gulped.

“Pretty.” You whispered to yourself— ever enamoured by your pretty boyfriend and his attractive features; one of the most attractive being his neck.

His lips lifted at your comment, and he opened his eyes again to look at you, “I was the one who wanted a distraction, not the other way around.” He reminded you, teasingly smirking at the way you quickly brought your eyes back up to his face from where they had previously been focused.

“We’re both a distraction to each other. I have a shift in an hour…” You trailed off.

“And?”

“And it takes 45 minutes to get there from here.” You completed.

Youngkyun laughed, “Then I have 15 more minutes to be distracted by you.” He pulled your face down to meet his, starting to kiss you slowly. He had always been a passionate kisser, sincerity and warmth shown to you every time his lips touched yours.

“Guess I’m going to be late… Again.” You breathed in between kisses. Not spending too much time talking before finding Youngkyun’s lips again— they were too addictive not to want to keep kissing. His lips always tasted like the orange lip balm he used.

“Is that a problem?” He questioned, pulling your waist closer to him. You shook your head immediately, both of you giggling at the situation. Your boyfriend sighed as you slipped your hands into his hair, the gentle movements of your fingers folding through his locks massaged the tension from his head, relaxing him further.

He kissed your lips again, always soft and gentle with you despite his evident frustration with his work. He had been shown enough many times in the past that letting out his pent up frustration through gentler actions worked the best. He just needed relaxation and attention, and you were more than happy to provide both.

He wished he could have your lips on him all day, especially when you shifted yourself to be able to kiss his neck. Your plush lips pressed short kisses to the side expanse of his neck, slowly travelling towards his Adam’s apple. Once you pressed another gentle kiss to it, you pulled your head back up, untangling yourself from your boyfriend and finally standing up. You glanced at the time on your phone and let out a laugh, slightly short of breath from all the kissing.

“10 minutes late already. Not too bad.” You grinned at Youngkyun and he scoffed. He held your hand back, stalling a little longer until you had to leave.

He gave it a gentle, loving squeeze, “Thanks for the distraction. Can I take you out for dinner after work?” He offered, staring at you with such an adoring gaze. He was so in love with you it felt like he was going crazy.

“I’ll make sure I look pretty for you, then.” You responded with a smile, “Gotta match up to you somehow.”

He frowned, “You already look absolutely gorgeous, angel. Don’t look too pretty. I’ll get a heart attack.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” You assured him, grabbing your bag and heading towards the garage door, “Love you!”

He smiled as he watched you leave, calling out that he loved you too before you shut the door behind you. He picked up his notebook again, fiddling with the pen before starting to scribble words down. Thanks to your little distraction, he had found the perfect lyrics to finish the song.

↳ sf9 taglist: @eternalgyu

[chaoticstanley]

Beetlebabes dni (seriously fuck off)

So, my current hyperfixation is Beetlejuice, movie, cartoon, and musical. But I have all the Beetlejuice cartoons on file so as I was watching, I decided to redesign Lydia and Beej in the show’s style for my own fic I’m working on. I added silhouettes of the show’s designs as a comparison. And I finalized my OC as a bonus. So here’s some info about Bj and Lydia. I’ll explain my OC some other time.

Beetlejuice:

I used all iterations of him as inspiration, but in terms of visual, it’s mostly the musical and cartoon. Gave him his green hair and also a mullet cause... Idk I think it looks good. But in terms of personality, it’s a nice combo of all three. He’s a lot more nastier and violent than his toon counterpart, but still retains some of the sensitivity showed in the show. For example, he’s still protective of Lydia, but instead of simply putting beetles in a bully’s hair, he’ll genuinely traumatize them with a scare or straight up try and kill them. He’s still a handsy and overtly sexual being like in the movie/musical. Instead of responding to emotional rejection (outside of flirtatious contexts) with a depressive episode like the show, he gets very angry and vengeful. He’s petty, selfish and a conniving ass like all three iterations. But he’s not as dumb as his toon counterpart. He’s irrational and acts before he thinks sure, but when it comes to being a trickster, he’s more thoughtful and malicious like the movie version.

His relationship with Lydia is a big brother/little sister type. She’s one of the very select few who’s ever gotten past his walls. He’s protective of her and always encourages her interests in the gross, rude, and dead. But he’s less affectionate than the show/musical. He’s not a big fan of pda and just barely tolerates her occasional hug. He and Lydia are the type of friends that exchange insults and petty barbs as a way of showing how they care.

A brief note on his most common alter ego, Bettyjuice. I modernized her into an egirl because the aesthetic is perfect with all the stripes. She’s pretty much the same as the show; gross, rude, and impulsive. But I made her too pretty unfortunately. I kept leaning towards cute with certain attributes like the added beanie and her adorable tummy, so that’ll probably be tweaked in the future, but we’ll see. I do like this design a lot even though it’s not gross enough.

Lydia:

Again, all iterations were an inspiration. Her Netherworld design is just a more aged up version of the original poncho, but I added a touch more purple at the forefront to reflect her personality. And her normal design is more muted just as a contrast to the Netherworld to make it seem mundane in comparison. In terms of personality, she’s got the character development of the musical. She’s still deadpanned and sarcastic like the movie/musical, but she’s much softer and more sweet like her toon counterpart. She’s a little more mature now that she’s 18, but not by much cause she’s still a young, developing girl. She only has a few friends her age since most of her peers at school are put off by her goth aesthetic and macabre interests. It also doesn’t help that she hangs around a weird egirl who likes to throw bugs at people (Bettyjuice of course). She does have two friends, Becca and Pamela (loosely based off Bertha and Prudence) and of course, her family. She still loves the Maitlands and hangs out with them a bunch. She has a better relationship with Charles Deetz now that she’s a little older. The one she has conflict the most is Deelia, but there’s still clear love there. She fully accepts Deelia as her mother now, while, of course, still keeping Emily Deetz in her heart as well. But they tend to bicker and argue the most because of their different worldviews, but much less so than before now that Lydia regularly spends time in the Nethworld.

But of course, Lydia’s best friend is Beetlejuice. They pull pranks, get into mischief, and regularly get revenge on Lydia’s main bully Claire Brewster.

But yeah, that’s it. I’ll explain my OC later, but I’m too tired rn. I’m working on some more art for Beetlejuice, but the main inspo is the cartoon since it has a lot more to work with in terms of story and world building.

[unohanabbygirl]

Part two of four to my FMN hairstyles plus this verse’s canon hair facts thread because why not?

Just like Laena, Alicent is also a very simple woman when it comes to how she styles her hair. Its not that she’s afraid of change but that she’s simply content with her current style. This look has did her good two thousand years ago and it does her good now. A pretty brown that sometimes looks reddish depending on the light, a few nice layers and blown out bangs are all she needs. Alicent straightens her hair every once in a while but only because she likes the way it makes her layers pop out when she bumps the ends. Though she’s finding other heatless methods since Laena has been hassling her about using her blow dryer + flat iron too much.

Whenever she visits foster centers or spends time with her clients little sisters or daughters the girls love playing with her hair, happily allowing them style it in fishtail braids with little ribbons and bows.

Visenya has nearly given her a few panic attacks because her grabby little hands love trying to rip out clumps of her bangs.

She may or may not be contributing to Baela’s hair ties going missing.

If I had to use one word to describe Rhaena’s hair it would be fairycore. Bows, beads, barrettes and hair jewelry of all kinds have always been her friend. Sometimes they’re colorful while other-times they’re monochromatic but there’s always a pattern they take on. I imagine that if she were to go to the Renaissance concert that she’d wrap all of her locs in sliver hair string with shiny silver beads at the end.

Updos are her everything, her hair stays in ponytails or buns. Usually paired with a bang swooped to the side.

She cut bangs into her hair a few summers ago and reattached her locs with a crochet needle when she missed them because they’re such apart of her. But she’s sure she’s gonna do it again soon because its such a look. Not to mention that temporary hair color held such a special place in her heart in her middle school years. Especially pinks, purples, and blues. 12 yr old Rhaena used to take a few locs and go crazy with the color during the warmer months. Though she always made sure to use a vegan brand because their products washed out the easiest, two deep shampoos and she was back blonde.

She’s currently considering dying her whole head a light plum color and Is definitely the reason so many of Baela’s hair ties go missing but returns them secretly whenever her sister gets box braid or faux locs because she’s 100% gonna keep them in a ponytail the whole time before cutting them out.

Aegon iii AKA 🥚

He’s a lil emo baby and I truly love that for him. Very much into the dramatic, editorial sort of hairstyles which are veryy unconventional but is kinda scared of what Rhaenyra would think if he went that far because his mother’s approval means everything above all and is scared shitless she wouldn’t. Instead, he chooses to cut himself some choppy layers and dye the ends jet black with cheap box-dye. His bangs are way too overgrown and don’t even really qualify as bangs anymore. It’s to the point where he kinda can’t see but doesn’t make them shorter because he’s too committed to this specific look.

Doesn’t care too much about maintaining health so he’s rough with his hair and uses the crappy three in one shampoos while hardly conditioning (yes, his hair is dry asf but we love him anyway)

Will likely go fully jet black with blonde highlights one day.

Aegon’s hair is…lets just say it looks cool which is great!

Its not ugly at all, most people like the messy almost mullet look he’a got going on. However, the real problem is that it’s somehow even more dry than Egg’s. He washes it ofc, but never conditions because its too much work and lets be real here; Aegon would 100% not even bathe if it were socially acceptable to be musty. (Plus Jace is all about good hygiene and Baela will literally punch him if he comes in her face smelling like old socks so it serves as encouragement.)

Aemond has tried to get him going with a proper haircare routine several times but it’s more difficult than training a dog to do sign language so he’s given up completely.

[nevermeyers]

: ̗̀➛ yakuza! shinwaka headcanons pt 2 𐇵

> short version. pt 1

» Wakasa was thinking about a new hairstyle for Shinichiro. It occurred to him that he could make him a mullet and bleach it blonde, or leave it in its natural color. However, that proposal never came to anything. Shinichiro is too fond of his own hair.

» Wakasa is usually carried away by anger and will surely respond badly to anyone who crosses him after a day of work so he appreciates that Shinichiro is able to make cold decisions.

» Shinichiro loves to play pool. He is a hobby that he discovered Wakasa's club. He likes to play quietly, with time for himself and his own thoughts. The sound of the balls colliding is pleasant and keeps you awake. Wakasa prefers poker.

» So, every Friday, on the top floor of that big building, while downstairs the men chat and surround themselves with women, Shinichiro plays pool alone. Surrounded by huge windows that make the sky seem close, with the stars hidden by clouds and the lights of the city on. Wakasa always watches him without saying anything.

» Shinichiro never left the house he grew up in. He never threw away Manjiro's things, he never stopped waiting for Emma. Wakasa moved to the richest neighborhood in Tokyo, but spends more time at Shinichiro's house than at his own.

» Black shirts. Sleeves rolled up to the elbows. Wakasa can't look away from those arms every time Shinichiro hands him a folder with who knows what the fuck is on it.

It turns out that Shinichiro is great at economics and finance, despite the fact that he was just an average guy in high school. His fingers brush as he takes the folder and melts into the black of his eyes, tense. Shinichiro makes him nervous, it's a fact.

» Wakasa knows that Shinichiro will always be there when a negotiation starts to turn aggressive. He knows where he keeps the gun, he knows how precious that Beretta looks when he holds it up to someone's head. He would say that that Shin's heart had been completely emptied if he were not filling it, the same with his own.

» Wakasa always tried to suppress his feelings. Ever since he was fifteen years old and found himself thinking of Shinichiro too much to be normal, ever since he noticed the way his heart beat for him. Years later, his heart doesn't beat, it burns.

» Shinichiro is surprisingly soft on Wakasa, as if his hands weren't stained with murder.

When they're alone and he holds his face lovingly, when he sits Wakasa on the kitchen counter and listens to him complaining about some shit from the Police. Shinichiro is good at listening, nodding, kissing. For someone who has lost everything, losing himself in another body doesn't sound like such a bad idea if it's with Wakasa.

» Shinichiro loves touching the tattooed roses on Wakasa's arms, sliding his fingers across the petals of his skin until reaching those of his lips.

» Wakasa has a bad temper. He's been getting worse over the years, honestly. He is not the type of boy who likes to show his emotions, even in front of Shinichiro. That is why it affects him so much that he touches it with such delicacy.

His own death didn't matter to him, but Shinichiro's? Shit, his biggest fear in those moments where he wakes up in his arms it's losing him. It is being abandoned.

» Shinichiro always acts with deliberate calm. He rarely allows himself to lose control and prefers to unload at the gym or by smoking. There isn't a day that I don't think of Manjiro. He can never get him out of his head.

He loves staying in bed with Wakasa, just staring at the ceiling, especially when it's still dawn and he feels him asleep in his arms. He will not allow himself to lose him.

» Wakasa would obediently fulfill any wish of Shinichiro, if he were asked. Not just because it would turn him on to be controlled by a man like him. He likes that Shin shows interest in him. A "stay" is enough to make him cancel any plans he had just to stay by Shin's side.

[eoieopda]

— bias tag game *ੈ✩‧₊˚

rules: you're going to pick 10 of your biases (or as many biases as you have and then fill in the rest of the spots with idols you like) and number them 1-10. then answer the questions below! try not to look at the questions before you make your list! (tysm for the tag, @the-boy-meets-evil 😌)

jade’s bias list:

hoshi (svt)

yoongi (bts)

dino (svt)

seokjin (bts)

woozi (svt)

dk (svt)

mingyu (svt)

hyunjin (skz)

minho (skz)

seonghwa (ateez)

answers are below the cut!

tagging: @jihopesjoint @sailoryooons @daechwitatamic @here2bbtstrash @here4kpopfics @theharrowing

1. between 7 and 5, who did you bias first?

woozi! he’s the first member of svt that i could successfully pick out of a lineup, lol. i saw his suchwita episode before i’d ever heard any of svt’s music, and i really adored his personality, which contributed to my descent into madness (caratdom).

2. between 2 and 6, who are you more attached to?

oh, good lord. this is so hard. yoongi is my first ever bias. like, he’s my helen of troy, and the war i went to over him was getting into k-pop ☠️ BUT i deep dove into gose while i was dealing with the death of a loved one, and dk especially brought me so much joy so ??? GAH. both. it’s both.

3. if you were to spend the day with either 3 or 1, who would you choose and what would you do?

frick!! none of these are going to be easy, huh? ummmm. i feel like spending even one minute with hoshi would be too much combined power, leading to some cataclysmic event where the world explodes, so…. for safety’s sake, dino. we can sip a lil beveragino and laugh ourselves stupid 💘 just a pair of enfjs having heart-to-heart convos; it’s casual.

4. what is your favorite physical feature about 9?

his nose?? is that weird? the lil bump on the bridge, the freckle, the pointed tip — 10/10, no notes.

5. what is your favorite part of 6's personality?

dk is so asdfghjkl radiant. everything he does is charming, but in a very approachable way, that’s silly and self-aware. i love people who are secure in themselves in a way that lets them be goofy with reckless abandon. and he is, and watching him restores +120 HP. that seems to be his effect on svt as a whole, which i’m also grateful for.

6. if you were to tell 8 anything you wanted, what would you tell them?

you really are the prettiest woman in the world 😌

7. between 1 and 2, whose closet would you raid?

ahahahaha truthfully, i don’t see myself wearing either of their styles because they’re the kings of shapeless clothing 99% of the time, and that’s not my vibe at all. HOWEVER, if i must choose, i’d say hoshi. he has been known to serve cunt on occasion — and i hope the ridiculous hat from the cheers mv is in his closet 👀

8. what is a style that you want to see 3 try?

OOOH. i lived and died for the black mullet + lip ring so i’d love to see something super edgy on dino. although if he ever popped up with real piercings and/or tattoos, i don’t think i’d recover 😵‍💫 but still!! edgy!! gimme lost boy + kinda fuckboi ex who’s in a band that you can’t forget about vibes pls.

9. between 5 and 4, who are you closer to in height?

lmaooooo — woozi, 100%. i’m 5’, he’s approx. 5’5”, and seokjin is approx. 5’10”. i wanna see the three of us standing next to each other because it’s just: 📶

10. between 10 and 9, whose music do you like the best?

seonghwa’s. i’m late to the ateez party, but i really love their discography.

[kidge-planet]

heyo , what are your headcanons for kidge's wedding ?

hello anon !

I have a few so there you go with some KIDGE WEDDING hc ! :

first , Hunk obviously was the one that was ruling the kitchens! he also made the cakes his self ! He did a red and green cake ( he hesitate to do it black and green but thought that black wasn't feeting the wedding's vibe but he also choosed red beceause Keith's armor stayed red. ).

The main cake ( Yea , Hunk was very motivated and did 3 cakes ) was a raspberry and chocolate cake decorated with beautiful red roses surrounded by huge leafs . Next to it , Hunk putted a small plush of the black lion and the green because he thought they were cute. He also added a few junyberries around the cake .

Keith and Pidge letted Hunk do whatever he wanted with the food because they trusted their friend ( I mean , hunk is the greatest chief of the universe!) but also because they thought it was nice to have the surprise of the food ! (especialy for the cake that they LOVED)

Secondly , Shiro was Keith's best man . he made an amazing speech that got many people to cry . Matt did the same , he explain how much his little sister meant to him and how glad he was that she founded someone like Keith. He also joked about how he would kick Keith's ass if he hurted his little sister.

Colleen , Sam and Krolia were sat at the same table . It was a business talk there : "How should they call our grandchildren?"

Yorak?

Leah?

Dylan?

Steven?

...

They said a thousand names that Keith and Pidge will never chose when they'll have kids in the future..

(Matt was also at the table , thinking it was funny of how important this talk seemed to them.) Also , Sam was into the idea of having grandkids BUT , felt uncomfortable about the idea that it implied his daughter to be sexualy active. He still feels bad about it today , poor Sam.

Lance also made a speech ! he talked about how much they grew together :

"Pidge and I were teamates at the Garrison . She used to ran away when Hunk and I wanted to hang out .. I didn't understood why , but when I learned all she had done to get at the Garrison , I understood. and that was soon after I learned that she was actually a girl. After that , our friendship grew and we learned more about each other. She is now an amazing woman , a friend to whom I'll give the world and im just glad that that now , she found happiness! Even with an hot-headed emo , mullet, half galra and texan !

has for keith , I used to hate him ! Not gonna lie ! But in voltron , I learned that this weirdo wasn't that weird . And I learned to appreciate him and to spend time with him. Then we became Great teammates! Great friends. Take care of that Lady mullet , make her happy and feel like she is the most important thing in your universe. Your love was to me unexpected but actually pretty obvious. I wish you to be together until the end ."

Keith felt more in love then ever. It warmed his heart to know that Katie would be by his side for what was supposed to be forever. She was now his wife . Miss Kogane. his. And he was hers. He spended most of the party cuddling her , kissing her or just standing next ; holding her hip or her hand. ( He didn't spent the whole time with her , but most .)

He had pressure beceause of all the guys that would want him dead if he hurted Katie.. But , he Knew that he would NEVER do this to her beceause she meant the world to him.

For Pidge , it all felt so special ! she had all the people she loved by her side and her newly husband that she loved more than anything. She enjoyed the fact that he was oftenly coming to get a hug , a kiss and others stuffs during the party . he was adorable, that's what she thought.

I think that's all , see you :)

Also ! Ask some more questions!! I would love to answer them !!💚❤️🤌

[praeteritus-memories]

❥❣❅✍✺❧☺☹♯☮ (for kakyoin)

❥- Can often/easily can your muse get heartbroken?

(I think pretty easily if only because he's so used to being alone for so long that having his heart broken = being alone again that it ends up becoming really REALLY hard on him.)

❣- What calms your muse down?

(Video games and reading are Kakyoin's best ways to calm him down, he's a nerd at heart so really anything kind of nerdy is relaxing for him~)

❅- Favorite time of the year?

(Summer! Not only is the Summer considered cherry season, but Kakyoin's birthday is also in the Summer and he does love his birthday so how can he not? The hot weather is annoying, but hey he can put up with it if he can have a cherry parfait!)

✍- Can your muse write? How well/How bad?

(Kakyoin has very pretty handwriting! It's very elegant and swirly, when it's writing in the Western alphabet anyway, his handwriting in Japanese is just as neat, just less swirly since Kanji and Hiragana don't need swirls as much as Western cursive does lol)

✺- Something your muse finds pretty

(Ironically, Kakyoin does find emeralds to be really pretty. He's often considered someday breaking down and buying a nice pair of emerald earrings but a part of him is too humble to spend too much on jewelry when it's not a gift from someone else)

❧- What is your muse’s favorite kind of food?

(Cherry desserts! You name the dessert with cherries in it, and Kakyoin absolutely loves it!!!)

☺- Something that makes your muse happy

(Being able to just be his nerdy self and share facts he knows about where he and that person are or something like that!)

☹- Something that makes your muse sad/upset

(Anytime people pretend like they know/like him when they don't even bother to get to know him on a surface level.

It just reminds him of how lonely he is and how he feels like no one will ever understand him.

It's a large reason why he hates chocolate actually, girls would give him basic chocolate without even bothering to notice he doesn't even like it and clearly prefers fruit flavors over anything else.)

♯- Something that gets your muse angry

(If there's one thing he hates, it's slobs and people who look down on him. It's why he had a tough time getting along with Polnareff in the beginning, they're polar opposites to a point where Kakyoin would have very obvious outburts at him.

Not to mention the stand baby who kept toying with Kakyoin's own pride constantly with it's abilities)

☮- How much your muse worries about appearance?

(A lot, surprisingly! He's really proud of his confusing mullet and curl so he puts in a lot of effort to keep it looking pristine and neat. He also likes to dress sharply and perfect, part of the reason he wore his school uniform for the entire trip despite the fact that he wasn't even in school lol)

[myshredda]

idea: pink cuts her hair short like Yellow and Green's [maybe not THAT short, but shortER]

Duck notices that she has a little bit of anxiety relating to the length of her hair, maybe she tugs at it and tries to brush it back away from her face and he's like "Right. Time to break out the fashion magazines" and spends an entire morning with her, smooshed together in Red's armchair, her head on his shoulder, paging through his stack of magazines together and picking out which hairstyles she likes and which she doesn't

and she's really nervous at first because she's never been allowed to make a decision about her physical appearance before, it's always been decided for her, and it's so overwhelming for her, but Duck seemingly has infinite patience when it comes to the topic of fashion so he just sits with her and lets her take her time and even lets her take a snack break and come back to it and eventually she decides on one she likes

so duck pulls out their fancy hair scissors that he uses on Yellow's mullet (because he's the one that helps Yellow maintain that thing, no matter how much he bitches that it makes him look Australian, he always helps him cut it the way he wants it) and goes so slow, and tells her exactly what he's doing the whole time so she doesn't get nervous, and when he cuts the front of it he goes SO SLOW by her face and eyes so she's not scared, and takes breaks when she needs to, and eventually, they're done and he lets her look in the mirror

he gave her a little bob, with short-ish fringe so it stays out of her eyes, or can be pinned back when she doesn't feel like having fringe, and she just stares at herself wide-eyed for a minute because she barely recognizes herself, because she's never gotten to pick her haircut before, because no one's ever been this gentle with her, no one's ever seen her as anything other than a cog in the cult machine, and she turns back and hugs Duck around the neck and BAWLS

And of course Red runs in because he's terrified that the cult showed up to get her back and it met by the sight of Duck with the widest fucking eyes he's ever seen like PANICKED, gingerly patting her back and mouthing "WHAT DO I DO?????????" at Red, because he's only able to express his feelings through Acts of Service, not like, Words of Affirmation, and also he's never done this before with a girl child??? (not that it's different that a boy child but Duck's just nervous about messing this whole thing up somehow) And Red just sits on the floor next to them and wraps them both in a hug, while Pink sobs out how much she loves it and how happy she is and Duck's like WHY DO ALL YOU KIDS FUCKING SOB WHEN YOU'RE HAPPY OH MY GOD YOU'RE GONNA GIVE ME A HEART ATTACK and Red shushes him but Pink just laughs and laughs

[haneys]

I have new ocs btw lol and once again they came to me inna dream. breezy surferbro bleached blonde. roots showing five o'clock shadow on. flip flops on. Hawaiian shirt flaying open. corny top scars tatts. he really dgaf. trans biaro. he's just kinds letting the days go by chilling and being dope. no the sharpest tool in the shed but he emits chill vibes plus is a handyman so ppl vibe with him. big family. there's also this other guy who's kinda a rich fail son that's being very burned out by the whole yoire gonna take iver the company from ur dad so now ur basicislly being ceo junior and trying to learn how to not tank it. and there's also the dad. the dad was like the fucking vampire dad from hotel transylvania fucking help me. surfbro and failson met for a brief moment because the Richfam were doing some how about we all spend a day like Nirmal People I prommy were not detached from how normal people live trust me. and then they were having like the worst day in the beach the dad was really like well this fucking sucks while the mom (I want her so bad) was like meh but also thought it was funny to see the dad be mad as hell. failson before all that was like yeah I'm straight I'm just so busy with the whole ceo thing I don't have the time to date and think abt women👍 and then he ran into the surfbro amd he was like oh I am a homo. cool. this is not confusing at all and also I'm gonna behave so normal and natural rn. surely. and it was like the worst floppiest try at flirting ever. and I mean to be fair he kinda just had a personal revelation and also tried to date like probably once in his life but still it was really funny to see. surfbrobdidnt even register he was being hit on. he was like you're kinda weird lol let's hang out. failson had like heart eyes aura the entire time. the dad was like YOURE FUCKING KIDDING ME.???? he really didn't like that. not even the fact that turns out his son is gay he dgaf it was just the person he chose. like litersly super diving behind a McDonald's wpuld get someone better. he was seething and malding. the mom thought it was VERY VERY funny exactly because he was malding. but oh well the day comes to and end and thay all can move on surely right. 🤨 wrong. anyway to make it short failson gets surfbro to work for him, mostly secretary style, since he was looking for a more stable job than his odd jobs and repair work around the neighborhood. failson is having a great time. the mom really likes surfbro and thinks he's funny to have around. all the staff loves him. the dad tries to kill him. I mean no like litersly he's so mad 80% of the dream was dad teying to kill him looney tunes style he tried to drop a piano on him. he tried to flatten him with a mullet. the got surfbro escaping a big rolling stone. litersly cartoon saw traps. but surfbro has maxed out luck Stat he isn't even AVARE. failson is like hey I know my dad doesn't like u too much I hope he haven't been giving u any problems and surfbro is like nah it's ok 👍 unaware there's an angry lion waiting for him in the break room but becayse if bizzare chain if events he ends up safe and sound and the lion mauls the dad etc. it was so so so great. genuelly the dad surfbro stuff was better to me than the gay love winning thing. truly the dream of all time