#I miss my color. Time for a re-dye

[scarletwinterxx]

unconditional - jeong jaehyun imagine

hellloooo~ before i go back to being an absolute mess, here's a scenario for our valentine boy. i miss him already😭🥺😭🥺

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Three rings.

It took three rings before you answered the call. It was late so he thought you might be asleep, but he knows you always sleep late so he gave it a try. Just before he was about to hang up he hears your voice from the other line

"What?"

"Not even a hello?" Jaehyun chuckles

"What do you need, Jae? Aren't you rehearsing right now?"

A few hours ago he sent you a text while he was at the practice room, complaining about how he wanted to go home already but he still had a lot of songs to rehearse. It's now past midnight and he just got back home and the first thing he did was call you.

"Nah, I'm back home. I need to wake up early though. I'm going to dye my hair for the fanmeet"

"What is it with you guys and dyeing your hair before enlistment?" you teasingly ask him, referring to your older brother who did the same before shaving his head full of damaged hair just a few months ago. "Are you gonna go bald too?" you ask with a laugh

"Yea no, Jungwoo's not going anywhere near me with a pair of scissors"

"Aw, I was looking forward to that"

"May I remind you how you cried when you saw Taeyong hyung after shaving his head" he reminds you, recalling that emotional night.

The two of you met through your brother, his leader, Taeyong. Through the years you and Jaehyun grew close since you're the same age and used to attend the same school. What he likes most about being friends with you is how you treat him like a normal guy, not some famous boy group member.

To you, he's just Jaehyun.

As for Taeyong, he knows there's something more but he doesn't say anything about it to you. He'll let you figure it out on your own. He already had that talk with his member and even though Jaehyun may be his bestfriend, when it comes to you it's a different conversation. Though Taeyong already knows that Jaehyun's priority is very similar to his, your safety and privacy. Your brother knows you're in safe hands.

"So why did you call again?" you ask your bestfriend

"What's your favorite hair color that I did?"

"Huh? You called just to ask me that? I dunno, blonde? Like your hair during Perfume promotion? Ooooh but pink suites you too"

He listens to you list down all the colors, waiting for you to finally pick one. He lays down on his bed, staring at the canopy above while your voice fills his ears

"Okay I think it's blonde" you say with finality like it's such a serious discussion

"Are you looking at pictures of me?" he asks, a teasing hint in his voice

"I need reference, just to be sure. Why are you asking me anyways?"

"Nothing, just curious. Anyways, I got the tickets for you for the fanmeet"

"Oh shit, didn't I tell you I can't come? I have this thing I can't miss"

Jaehyun immediately sits up on his bed, mood already deflating. It's the last time he'll perform before his enlistment and he was hoping you'd be there. You're always there to watch the group and even the individual members' concerts, in a way you try to show your support while your brother is away.

"Really? You can't reschedule the other thing or maybe come the second day?" he asks, voice still hopeful

"I'll ask my supervisor, no promises though. Sorry, this was scheduled since last month"

"No, don't worry about it. Guess I'll just see you after? I still have your gift from Paris"

"You didn't need to get me anything, I told you! Anyways I need to go, talk to you tomorrow" you hang up the call before he can say anything else.

There's really no other agenda, you weren't about to miss your bestfriend's first solo event. You were going to be there no matter what, rain or shine. You just wanted to surprise him.

The two of you still messaged back and forth before the event, until the morning of the fanmeet Jaehyun was hoping for a change of plan from you but it's been hours since he last heard from you.

"The fans are coming in now, you're going on in less than an hour" his manager tells him "Some of the members are here too, just waiting for the others"

"Okay"

He scrolls through his phone, singing quietly to himself while he waits. People are going in and out of the dressing room so he didn't pay much attention to whose coming in through the doors, little did he know one of the staff member was guiding out just outside the door while you hold a big bouquet of flowers.

"Did I overdo it?" you ask his manager, earning a chuckle from them "I think he'll like it" he tells you

"He better, I spent a good amount of money for these. He's in there right?"

"Mhm, he's alone now. You can go in, maybe he'll stop moping around"

You thank staff for helping you before stepping in his dressing room, he's sitting on the couch with his back to you so he still hasn't seen you.

"Heard you were moping around, maybe this will cheer you up"

Jaehyun turns his head so fast, almost gave himself a whiplash. Checking to see if he heard that right, if it was really you. And there you are, standing a few feet from him with the biggest bouquet of flowers

"Thought you were busy today?" was all he can say.

He really thought you weren't coming today, he was feeling really down despite looking forward to this event for weeks. He just really wanted to share this day with you and now you're here.

"I was lying, forgive me but I wanted to surprise you so you can't be mad at me" you tell him, walking over to where he was. He stands up from his seat to meet you in the middle, you give him the flowers smiling so big your cheeks hurt.

"You really think I was going to miss this? How little did you think of me?" you tease him, there you notice his blonde hair recalling your conversation from a few nights ago "You look cute, I like your hair"

He still hasn't said anything, just looking at you like he can't believe you're here

"Yah, what's with you? You okay?" you ask

Instead of saying anything, he pulls you in for a hug. One arm around your waist while the other holds the flowers you got for him.

"Thank you for coming" he whispers against your hair. You smile at his words, you throw your arms around his shoulder to give him a proper hug "Wouldn't miss it for the world. Are you going to sing my song though?" you jokingly ask as you break from the hug

He looks down at you, now mirroring the smile you had. His previously somber mood making a complete turn for the better now that you're here.

"Which one?" he teases back, even though you think he's only joking there's truth to his words. His songs is his way of confessing his feelings to you. It's not as easy to say the words outright but when he sings them, it's much much easier.

He remembers how much you liked it when he made a cover of 'Like Me Better', that was one of those rare moments he's seen you fangirl over him. When he found out one of your favorite movie moments ever was the one from 10 Things I Hate About You, the scene where Heath sings for Julia, he decided to do a cover of that two. The smile you had on when you first heard his voice singing it is forever etched in his mind.

From then on, you've been referring to it as 'your song'. He performed it too during his birthday event, you were there in the crowd of course wearing a disguise but he didn't forget to throw a smile your way as if to let you know that that song is indeed for you and only you.

"Wait and find out, I'm not gonna spoil it to you"

"So you are singing it" you grin at him, already getting excited

"I'm singing my songs too, aren't you excited for that"

"I am, shut up" you give him a punch on the shoulder, "Oh and Taeyong oppa said goodluck" you add, walking to where he was sitting before. He puts the flower down, following you on the couch while the two of you wait for his manager to call him on stage

"Are you gonna cry tonight? Promise I won't make fun of you... a lot"

He knows you would, like he knows how you would probably take a video if ever do cry. "If I cry, then you'll cry too"

"I'm a sympathetic crier, sue me"

"Your brother will kill me if I make you cry so you better not, oh now that you're here" he takes a paper bag from his stuff, passing it over to you

"Ooo goodies from Paris, is it a keychain? fridge magnet? Wait what the hell, Jaehyun?! This is expensive" you say as you open the cartier box

"Early Christmas gift" he shrugs

"You said that was the Prada bag you got me last time you were in L.A"

"That was your birthday present"

"I can't accept this, Jae. This is too much" you tell him but he's already taking the love bracelet out of the box along with the little screwdriver to put it on for you

"Add it to your stack, it will look good" he mumbles, his focus on putting the bracelet on your wrist

"You gave these too! You're spoiling me too much" you laugh, watching him struggle a bit

"Good, so now other guys won't impress you that easy while I'm gone" he mumbles, finally the bracelet locks on your wrist. He looks up at you, sending you smile then lets go of your hand. You shoot him a look, as if asking him what he meant but he choose to ignore you.

"Hey, we need you out there now. Let's go" his managers peeks his head inside, calling for Jaehyun.

He stands up, you follow behind him but before he steps out the door you hold him by the arm "We're going to talk" you tell him

"About what?" he asks, blinking back at you

"You're insufferable, you know that"

He chuckles at your statement, taking the hand that was holding his arm to hold it in his instead. Intertwining his fingers with yours. You look down at your linked hands, it should feel weird. He's your bestfriend for goodness sake. But instead it feels right, like your hands were molded to fit together.

Hoping he doesn't notice your cheeks getting warm, you keep a straight face while looking up at him.

"Told you, my songs are about you. Didn't you hear the part I said I've been crushing on you but I've just been keeping it to myself"

"How was I suppose to know that was about me?!"

"Who else would it be about?" he asks back, still smiling at you. His dimples on full display

"My answer is always you" he teases. Another song lyric, you know that one too. Rolling your eyes at his comment, you give his side a pinch using your free hand

"Jaehyun we need you backstage!" the two of hear his manager shout from outside

"You have so much explaining to do, Jeong Jaehyun" you tell him, letting go of his hand to push him out the door but he don't budge.

He smiles at you again before swooping down to give you a kiss on the corner of your mouth, catching you totally of guard.

"I'll tell you everything there is to know, later. For now I got a show to do. Gonna make sure my girl won't take her eyes off me" he winks then he opens the door, leaving of behind in utter shock.

You walk out the dressing room, watching Jaehyun's back as he makes his way to the stage. Before he turns to the corners, he looks back at where you're standing sending you a quick smile and a salute. You smile back at him, waving your hand to send him off.

[cakefloof]

my fun lil design for a fun lil character!

design explanation, alt. expression, and bonus doodle under the readmore!

first thing i knew i wanted to draw after experiencing In Stars and Time... um. my own design for a human-form Loop! i feel like one of the first things they'd do if they were allowed to be "human" again was re-dye their hair black. it's (probably) still their favorite color, after all! and a good way to differentiate themself from the current timeline's "original"...

... oh and they have platform boots because they're Short again as a human being and Miss Being Tall.

based off of their battle sprite after 3 loops. hehe

& sif and loop meeting proper post-game in this miraculous reality...

[cloversnstrawberries]

older brother!platonic yandere!80s slasher & gn!reader w/ dyed hair [headcanons] ! !

intro post | masterlist

additional notes; i'm actually re-dying my hair as i write this, so i think that proves that i'm totally not biased and absolutely not writing this because i yearn for an older brother who'd be willing to do my roots for me so i don't look like i have a big bald spot on the back of my head. because i have blonde hair and it's a very stark contrast to the bright pink. ough. not very yandere in this, but i needed this as a balm to my soul.

warnings; mentions of murder, violence, and killings; zachary's inherent clinginess, slight possessiveness, soft(er) yandere, overprotective behavior, and if there's any more I missed, please let me know!! this is pretty fluffy, actually.

w/c; 1.4k

The first (and only time) you dyed your hair without his help, it was an utter mess. I'm talking hands stained with the dye, if you bleached your hair then the towel was wrecked.

If you lived in a rented property rather than a house owned by your parents; well, lets just say you would've kissed your sweet, sweet deposit goodbye, what the mess you made in your wake.

Whether you bleached it or had hair light enough to just slap the dye on top, did natural or unnatural colors, the result was still the same regardless.

The bathroom was a mess, and he came home from football practice to find you with a plastic Kroger bag over your head; on your hands and knees, trying to scrub the leftover dye from the linoleum tile floor of your shared bathroom. You were in distress over it, if not in tears. Afraid you'd ruined the counter/floor.

You didn't go in blind, per se-- but you only had tips given to you by the few alternative kids, and from the sweet gas station cashier who dyes her hair to cover the fact its graying-- to go off of.

There was both a fear of having decimated your bathroom permanently, and a nagging feeling that you might've goofed up the actual process; damaging your hair indefinitely.

Whether it was the work of a miracle, or just plain old luck-- you didn't damage your hair too much, if it all. You'd missed a couple spots, namely on the back of your head, but other than that you did a pretty damn good job.

The bathroom, however...

When Zachary came home, he immediately started looking for you. Usually you were on the couch, watching TV-- or in the dining room, doing homework. You weren't in either of those spots, and you weren't in your bedroom either.

He knew it was stupid to worry about this-- But the reason behind his anxiety at not finding you immediately wasn't because "oh, what if something happened to them? what if they messed with the wrong kids and got jumped, or they went missing?" (both were unlikely in a town like yours, but not entirely impossible).

No, he was afraid that you'd committed the grave sin of hanging out with someone other than him-- and without his knowledge, to boot. Zachary didn't think you were the type to 'go behind his back' like this, but the fear was still there.

So you can probably imagine the absolute relief he felt when he found you in the bathroom-- but his sigh soon turned to wheezing laughs when he got a look of your sorry state.'

He's still your brother, after all. Siblings were basically made to laugh at each other in situations like these.

Normally, you wouldn't take it too harshly-- but this time around, you couldn't quite handle it. The fear of messing up your hair due to your inexperience, and the idea that your bathroom would forever be stained with your semi-spur-of-the-moment decision...

Well, he was quick to change his tune when you looked about ready to cry-- or started crying harder, if you already were. He stopped laughing, and immediately crouched down beside you, offering some reassurance.

Before heading off to the storage closet out in the hall, grabbing some cleaning stuff and a rag-- you were just trying to use water, which wasn't doing nothing, but that was mostly in part with how hard you'd been scrubbing. The dye wasn't going anywhere with that method.

You two spent about 20 minutes cleaning the bathroom up. By then, the timer you were using to make sure you didn't overdo the dye-time (that you totally didn't nab from the kitchen, but thankfully it'd been one of the few items spared from the wrath of your messy dye job) had already gone off.

Zachary noticed how uneasy you looked, afraid you'd messed up your hair for good. Again, he reassured you, before saying he'd help with the rest of the process.

Your hands were already beyond saving-- but he had enough foresight to go get some latex gloves from the hall closet before coming back to help you.

Then, for the next ten or so minutes, you kneeled beside the bathtub, head bowed over directly under the faucet-- the water was freezing cold, the nice punk girl, Melanie, told you that helped keep the color longer-- so you were taking little breaks when your scalp started hurting from how cold it was.

Eventually, after you were pretty sure he'd gotten all of the extra dye out-- the gloves having gone from clear to almost opaque with your new hair color--, he helped you up and wrapped an old beach towel around your head.

You sat on the lid of the toilet as he took over the duty of cleaning the tub-- telling you to just chill out for a while. once he was done with that, he brought you into his room and you two played on his Atari while your hair dried.

After that whole incident, Zachary borderline threatened you to come to him next time you wanted to dye your hair or anything of the like. Mostly because he didn't like seeing how scared and upset you were when you thought you messed it up :(

Weirdly enough, he'd rather you be mad at him if he messed up-- then see you be mad with yourself for messing it up. Besides, you'd probably forgive him in less then a day.

...Mostly because he's the one who drives you places outside of town, and has the membership card for your local video rental store. You never got one of your own, because he just always let you use his.

Can't really do that if you're giving him the cold shoulder, yeah?

But other than that, he's pretty good with keeping up with it all. It must've been a bit of a funny sight for the old ladies at the local hair shoppes, seeing a boy like Zachary coming in and asking the staff for tips on dying hair. Products to use, what to avoid, how to keep it from transferring-- etc etc.

After the first time, you never spent your own money on the stuff. It was always Zachary who was buying it; you tried getting him to stop that, feeling bad about spending his money on something that was solely for your benefit--

He gave you a withering look that made you immediately shut up and drop the topic, never to pick it up again. In your mind, he was too selfless-- you didn't want to feel like you were using him or anything.

But actually, he was sort of doing it for his own benefit. It let him spend more time with you-- not like he didn't already do that, but it was another sort of bonding activity that could be added to the list of 'our things'. You've never tried to dye your hair alone after the first time, because you knew it'd upset him.

Once he claimed something as an 'our thing', then there was no way to pry it from his grasp-- it'd be cemented in his mind that it was only something you could do with him present or actively participating.

It was just one of those quirks you have to get used to. In this situation, you weren't complaining that much about it, actually. He was very helpful, and it was nice to just be able to sit and do whatever while he did most of the work.

Whether or not you keep with the same color, or change it every week-- he'll help you no matter what, and won't question it. You wanna keep your hair honey brown for 3 consecutive years? cool! you wanna dye your hair different bright, in your face colors every other week? also cool!

He's not one to rag on you about self-expression, however-- if you did choose an unnatural color, you're bound to get stared or gawked at because of it. You were expecting it, and so was Zachary.

That's why he made sure to sharpen his fire hatchet and hunting knife, obviously. There was an uptick in Fools Killer victims after you dyed your hair-- completely unbeknownst to you, Zachary was using your out-of-the-ordinary appearance and the subsequent stares to 'sort out the bad ones',

To find victims who otherwise would've 'hidden their negative intentions towards you'.

[shrimpyjackal]

I NEED to see your versions of grown-up Sammy and Goldie

☆urgently☆

OK that last part is up to you but still give us at least some doodles of 'em pls

well that was not urgent....

I think I tried to do my spin on Goldie in this post, but now I have a tiny changes in her design! Mainly i changed ner hairstyle & made the prev clothes as an alternate option!

I have a concept of em in their casual clothes! ...they have a dozen outfit versions, this is not even funny-

Yapping abt the sillies down below!

Despite the fact that in teen years Sammy was the tallest even in non-human form...now he is the shortest one. Goldie & Peri are the same height, but her shoes make her taller than him. Irep is obv the tallest one-

they all split-up after graduation, and even if they all wanted- they wont find the time or desire to meet. If you wanna catch them all- trap them... Or pull a school-reunion card

Sammy cackled out-loud when heard abt Peri and Godparenting in one sentence. Stopped laughing when realised it was serious.

Goldie had opened to Sammy the world of skirts with poskets and he was not the same since.

Sammy:

Dude is in the middle of development of his food critic career. Never meet him while hes at work. Its like a meeting an entirely different person

oh and btw he is that one friend that has an immediate and drastic communication style-switch depending on the situation or friends he is with,. Often mirrors your behavior, so just be polite with him- he`ll be polite with you

Hanged out with Irep too much- developed a huge love for dark/achromatic clothing with small colorful accents

pockets in his skirts can be so big they can hold his Sparkle Stick without magic expancion. And Da Stick is like 50 cm/ 19`7 in long.

Goldie:

Goldie is a fairly great voice actor! ( i LOVED her voice as a kid so much you have no idea-)

One time teen Goldie (as a joke) participated in a human-world contest for a VA of a side-character in a game, but forgot abt the contest & never knew she won. If anyone told her- she would cry that she missed the opportunity to be popular even outside of the Fairy World

She has hair extentions, her actual hair are shoulder-lengh, and she sometimes dye the tips in pretty colors, for the events.

oh she LOVES pearls, even the uneven-looking ones. Has a lot of handmade pearl-bags. They`re small, but who needs a lot of stuff anyway?

[sockiess]

Re-dyeing Sams hair he's lazy to do it himself (he just made that up to see you)

I love your ideas omg🫶🫶 please keep them coming omg could never get sick of them

Love is a gentle thing

warnings: none! :) just sam being a cutie patootie

soft! sam

“Hi baby :D” Sam beamed at me while holding the bleach and blue hair dye in his hands. “Hi Sammy” I smiled back at him while walking into his bathroom. “Is this what you called me for? to help you with your hair?” I asked him. “Yeah was to lazy to do it myself” He replied while picking me up and setting me on the bathroom counter.

“You’re so pretty” Sam said while I added the bleach to the faded blue part of his hair. “Thank you Sammy” I said while spreading the dye around making sure not to miss a spot. “Love you so much” Sam cooed while rubbing my arms. I quickly came to the realization that Sam didn’t just call me over to dye his hair for him, he called me over because he wanted to see me.

You see Sam is stubborn and won’t ask directly if I can come over because he misses me. He always has me “help” him with something whether it be choosing what jewelry he was gonna wear, Helping with his homework, Or like right now dying his hair.

“You gotta let it sit for a little baby” I said while rubbing his cheek. “Good, gives me time to kiss you” Sam said kissing me softly and slowly adding more passion into the kiss. We where making out for a while until the timer went off.

“Ok babe we gotta rinse” I said pulling him away and turning on the sink. Sam leaned his head into the sink and let me wash the excess bleach out. “Why are you looking at me like that?” I asked him while I massaged his scalp. “Because you’re so beautiful and sweet” Sam said softly relaxing into my touch. “Thank you Sammy” I blushed

After he was all rinsed and dried I started applying the blue color to the blonde part of his hair. Sam literally couldn’t keep his hands off of me. “Time to rinse again” I said and re-turning on the sink and placing his head into it. We sat in comfortable silence as I rinsed out the excess dye and watched the blue run down the drain knowing damn well it was gonna stain his already stained sink.

“I missed you.” Sam said out of the blue while I dried his hair. “I missed you more Sammy” I replied kissing his cheek. “I love you so much” He whispered and gave me a small kiss on the lips. “I love you too Sammy” I replied kissing him back.

After his hair was dry I turned him around to look in the mirror and he smiled his pretty smile at his reflection. “Looks so good baby thank you.” He said while kissing my forehead.

I know what people think of Sam but Sam is always so soft with me and even though to other people it may just seem like he’s using me to help him with things I know that it’s his way of telling me that he wants to see and hang out with me and I will continue to help him with whatever he needs.

I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS🫶🫶THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING!! WANT ME TO ADD OR CHANGE ANYTHING LET ME KNOW!

[saekkas]

𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓;

HEADCANONS

VARIOUS

blue lock boys as bittersweet phrases in which you help them through their deepest insecurities and regret. features: isagi, rin, nagi, sae, and kaiser.

i think i'm losing my mind in which they get to see you as a drunk, giggly mess. features: everyone.

germs? go away! in which you get sick and it's their job to take care of you. features: everyone.

mother nature: the original wing-woman in which you go camping with the blue lock boys whilst having to deal with their shenanigans and your own feelings towards them. features: everyone.

just wanna be yours in which someone flirts with them, but they're only looking at you. features: everyone.

the world is ours in which someone catcalls you and he's there to defend. features: everyone.

down on my knees romantically cliche things the boys do when they're in love with you. features: everyone.

COLLECTIONS

HOW LOVE LOOKS LIKE a collection of ways on how the blue lock boys silently say i love you.

00'1 – itoshi rin remembering the things they like, sharing a soft smile across the room, looking for them in a crowded room, and tucking in their hair behind their ear to see their eyes.

00'2 – michael kaiser missing them every second they're gone, spoiling them with affection and material things, constantly feeling wanted and reassured, and willing to burn the world down just for them.

FICS & ONE-SHOTS

MICHAEL KAISER

color me blue in which you need to wrestle your boyfriend out of his bed to fulfil a promise: re dye his hair.

the honeymoon phase you've been pulling all-nighters and your fiancé isn't happy about that. good thing he has a trick to lure you into bed with him.

sweet nothing in a different universe, michael kaiser comes home to you, and every single hardship he's endured has meaning when you wrap your arms around him. in this one, he has only himself to blame for when his house becomes a shadow of the home he used to live in.

jealousy looks good on you kaiser is a coward who needs a little incentive to finally confess his feelings towards you.

playdate dates with him are fun, more so when they turn into a three-hour sanrio shopping spree.

ITOSHI RIN

coralline rin's becoming more human the longer he's with you. he doesn't mind at all.

oh, what a tangled web we weave itoshi rin has never been good at keeping secrets. this fact becomes increasingly clear when you catch him in the middle of his part time nightly activities of saving the world.

wrapped around your finger your beloved son is a tiny, warmer version of your husband, itoshi rin, clingy and talkative without a care in the world. rin thinks you gave birth to a devil, one that won't let him spend time with you alone.

TIMESTAMPS / DRABBLES

MICHAEL KAISER

gray and blue

©𝐒𝐀𝐄𝐊𝐊𝐀𝐒; do not plagiarize, redistribute, reword, or re-publish my work on here or to any other websites.

[ravisinghs-wife]

hii, luvvv

could you write an imagine or a headcanon about percy jackson x tall!fem!reader

Percy Jackson Hc

a/n: hii! I included both, I hope you like it:) englisch isn't my native language so pls respect that<33

warnings: none, I'm pretty sure (let me know if I missed any!)

word count: 0.7k

Masterlist

you meet each other in his third year of camp

you went to the same military school that Bianca and Nico went to and are good friends with them

Percy and co. rescue you and the di angelo siblings from the monster and bring you to camp

the hunters also offer you to join them, like they also offered Bianca, but you say no

at camp percy shows you around and you discover that the girl that fell from the cliff was his best friend, and was named annabeth chase

you try to comfort him, but it ends up being a bit awkward since you didn't know her name until five seconds ago

he first hates it that you are taller than him because he is just an awkward teenage boy that things that something like height says something about someones character

when you first find out that he doesn't enjoy you being taller than him you start to tease him about it

he hates it

he starts to love it tho when you get to know each other better

however

when the camp nearly wins in capture the flag against the hunters because of you, they are impressed by it since you had no paper training and still and such a big impact in their almost-win

they ask you again to join them, but when you again say no they offer you to join them on the hunters quest to help artemis

when percy joins the quest uninvited you are first kinda angry because they clearly said that he wasn't allowed to join you guys, but are later thankful for his once unwelcome join since he saved your life from another monster and stuff

you two get closer on the quest until you become really good friends

you would help him hold the sky and have matching hair strands with him

he comforts you when Bianca dies since you were really good friends with her

you get together between the fourth and the fifth book

you pick him up after school to go watch a new movie in the cinema

that doesn't work out how it was planned because you two got kicked out from the movie theater because you were talking too much

after you two got kicked out you walk to his home and bake some blue cookies after his mom's recipe

it ends with a flour fight and both of you are covered in flour from head to toe

while cleaning the mess he randomly starts rambling about how much of a speacial and good friend you are of his and that he never wants to loose you

it's pretty obvious what he is trying to say

you try to also say something but he doesn't let you

"but what I'm really trying to say is that I couldn't live with-"

"percy-"

"no, let me finish. So I-"

to shut him up you bend down to kiss him

that's how you got together<33

his mom is pretty pissed when she comes home, seeing the whole kitchen covered in flour but her anger quickly vanishes when she finds you two sleeping on the couch while the credits to Nemo play

but anyway

he gets super exited when you res your head on his shoulder

he tries to hide is blush, which is kinda hard considering that his whole face is red like a tomato

you always have to bend down to kiss him<3

he is such a golden retriever boyfriend

he loves pda and cuddling

annabeth would simply try the new tactic for capture the flag to you, but percy just cuddles you and claims that it is his "boyfriend duty" to cuddle you all the time

he'd love to be the little spoon

you two would always dye your matching hair strand, from where you fought atlas and hold the sky, in another color every month

he'd always beg to dye it blue

you do literally everything together, be it sparring or watching your siblings

he'd definitely love pottery, so you sometimes would sneak out at night and drive to the city do visit a night course of pottery (idk if that exists, but let us just pretend that it does for the story)

making soup or cereal bowls for each other<33

always baking blue pancakes together for every minor event (birthdays, holidays etc. )

sometimes you'd tease him while doing it and hide the blue food color from him

he only gets it back in reward for kisses

he says he hates it but he secretly loves it

don't tell that anyone tho

[lyricalchrysanthemum]

re: your post asking for asks. Do you have any abandoned wips you haven't had the chance to talk about but Want to? About say, the Sinnoh or Johto kids

SINNOH IVE HAD A FEW. Both fic wise and art wise.

One of them I’ve had is the scene where Dawn and the boys meet her Absol on route 202. Lucas mentions that it’s not really native to the route, since he hasn’t seen it before. But it isn’t until she catches it, at the absol’s insistence, and it’s registered fully in their pokedex that they realize that Absol is a pokemon that foretells disaster.

Another one that I’d like to finish is the events of the akashic record. Going over what they saw, what Volo did there, but most importantly, their debate over what to do with the world. Dawn specifically wanting to destroy the world, and Barry wanting to rewrite the timeline so the world leaves them alone, both so their trauma wouldn’t have to happen to them anymore and their pain will stop hurting. Them being put in the same situation as Team Galactic, but being close to enacting what they wish to accomplish. But they, especially Lucas, ultimately choose to love the world instead, saving it.

As for pure ideas, no progress, I wanna write more simpler moments for them. Such as stuff in Hisui like Lucas meeting his Petilil, Barry meeting his Arcanine, stuff with Yuki being a big brother mentor to them. Another thing is like to do is write about Dawn encountering the legendary stones, learning about what they are, and choosing in a split second’s decision that she wants to live. Fusing the legendary stones with herself and her friends.

I also wanna write more stuff relating to the distortion world, as I’m a big fan of the distortion world in my verse and it’s essentially become a mini arc of Sinnoh’s itself. But I haven’t gotten a chance to.

Some ART I haven’t finished includes stuff like Dawn and Lucas’s decision to follow Barry into the distortion world, despite knowing it would potentially kill them. There’s also a piece where they’re all sitting down and resting, a moment of quiet for them. But other than that I haven’t drawn for them in a while.

I’ve been meaning to as of late though… I miss creating for them lately. But art block has been hell to combat.

Johto has no real wips but ideas for writing piece have been swimming around in my head, especially relating to Kris.

One of these was a scene between Kris and Bill before her death, a regular moment for them. Specifically Bill helping out with her hair dye, since Kris was never good at it and her brown hair color was showing. Before fast forwarding to when Lyra’s taken her place, Bill looking at her and noting that Kris’s roots were showing.

Other fics I’ve had in mind was Ethan exploring Kris’s mindscape, which shows her memories in GSC tinted glasses. And another time Kris gets so desperate to keep Lyra in cyberspace she manifested Shadow Lugia out of desperation. As well as the moments leading before Ethan goes into cyberspace, where Bill nearly dies and Lyra’s unconscious body collapses into Ethan’s arms.

I’ve also had some ideas for mini arcs, since Johto is split into those, focusing on individual characters. Whitney and Bugsy I’ve had pretty clear ideas in mind, especially for . Personalities. Whitney’s a himedere and Bugsy’s kind of a bit too obsessed with creepy crawlies but. They have issues Ethan needs to solve.

I DO have abandoned WIP art for Johto though. Art involving Kris losing her head, as beheading is one of her shared motifs with Lyra. As well as art involving Silver’s escape from Team Rocket, and his memories with Red and Mewtwo afterwards.

[game-boy-pocket]

No Tears of the Kingdom for me until USPS delivers the damn thing, but I beat my run of Breath of the Wild tonight.

I kind of rushed through it, especially toward the end when I started looking up all the remaining shrines I had left to complete. It's not an ideal way to play unless you're a speed runner, but BOTW for me is a long con that takes well over a month to beat. I probably could have taken my time just a bit more since I knew my copy of TOTK would not be here today. But I also maybe should have started sooner...but Mario brain would not let me. I was too high off of the movie. Anyway... despite all that, I still had an amazing time.

It's not perfection but this is exactly what I needed the next Zelda game to be after I was severely disappointed with Skyward Sword. And it's what I hope Zelda continues to be, but more refined, and slowly re-integrating what worked from the old formula...

Frankly, I don't want to ever fully go back to the old formula. I don't see any reason to. I think they nailed it the very first time and have not improved on it in any meaningful way. All the 3D games that came after OOT, followed that blueprint, but they all essentially took a swing at the king and they all missed... the old formula can live on in the form of 2D Zelda, which I don't think is going anywhere. Besides Ocarina, my favorite Zelda game is the original game on the NES. And playing this game felt a lot like playing both of them for the fist time again. And being able to go where I want with an obvious intended path very much reminds me of Zelda 1.

When I first played this game, I had a gut feeling... that this would be my new favorite Zelda game for several years, but the instant they released another one that expands on the foundation of BOTW, it's going to plummet down my ranking, dethroned by it's successor. And I do hope that ends up being true... but I also hope there will still be a reason to come back to this one. If not... well I'm just glad I got to take one more adventure before Hyrule changed. Ah... on this play through, I did the main quest as soon as I could, and then the Champions Ballad as soon as I could, because my god the Master Cycle Zero is the best thing that has ever been in a Zelda. I don't use horses, but you can't get me off of Master Cycle zero for anything... it's still wild that this concept was born in Mario Kart 8 on Wii U and made it's way to canon Zelda games... did not do trial of the sword though. Fuck that. Once was enough. Got all 120 shrines because I did want to get that Wild Armor set... I don't dislike Link's new look, but to me, Link's color will always be green... and if the Tunic of the Wild is not in TOTK, I will be doing most of my adventuring in the Hylian Tunic dyed green, assuming the dye shop is still in business... if the wild set is in the game, I sure hope it's not an end game reward. I want to have stuff to do besides looking for Korok seeds in the iconic green outfit. Now what to do with myself while i'm still waiting for TOTK to arrive...

[fuckupguitarist1039]

Man, I love Summer

"You made it. You’re done.” She smiled proudly. It felt like only last Monday me and my best friend were sat on his bed doing our first ever set of notes. We’d walked to get pizza in the blistering summer sun that burnt us both before we had made it through to cool air conditioned doors. The Quick Check a few doors down scolded our volume as we wandered in in search of drinks full of artificial colors, flavors, and sugars. I only drank regular Coke with you. And on the days I missed you and needed some sense of proximity, found in the taste of summertime adventures through the woods and long days at the beach. We’d infiltrate the Starbucks drive through before the gym and go again for a second round after a horribly shitty work out. We’d rinse off in the ocean and let the comforting waves heal our sore muscles. Sunscreen was unheard of as we rode skateboards down the side streets behind your house. Debating using the hot tub, deciding it was too hot. Laying on the deck and spending time with your sisters. Still walking to the convenience store in the rain, no umbrellas accompanied. Making beaded bracelets at four in the morning, we were so tired we kept dropping our almost completed star shapes off the side of the bed. Gossiping about who we saw on their bikes while out and about ourselves, hardly acknowledging they were most likely speaking similarly about us in their own bedroom. 

Spending hours on Facebook Marketplace, looking for cheap cars to fix and free plywood to fix the roof of our fort that had caved in through hurricane season. On the super stormy nights we piled all the blankets on the couch and took shots while watching scary movies, letting the thunder add to the suspense. We baked Christmas cookies in August, except we ate all of the batter raw before the oven was done preheating. Sneaking out of your sliding glass door at exactly 2:03, treading lightly across the wet deck without shoes on to avoid making any noise, the wet socks were worth your parents continued sleep. Speeding down the highway with the top down, hitting 120 MPH for the first time in my own car. We were late to a concert. I drove an hour in 35 minutes. The sun made your light hair even lighter and you helped me re-dye the back of my hair to the natural looking black I struggled to keep it in my never ending war against the heat waves and salt water. Getting lost on the way to dinner, your sister laughed at me while I made a U-turn in front of a sign inscripted “no u-turns”. 

Purple Monster Energy and amusement park lines. We only bothered spending the money when there wasn’t a town fair within 5o miles. Taking day trips and following road maps. Blowing up excessive amounts of balloons and putting dish soap on our slip and slide. Driving past our friends’ houses when we couldn’t find anything better to do, hoping to pick up some other accomplices with fresh ideas. Cramming 9 people into the back of my convertible on the way to Applebees. The top stayed up ICOC, in case of cops. Avoiding our Summer work and pretending I won’t be committed to college the same time next year. Dinners at bars, hoping someone would accidentally serve us a drink. Mostly we drank Coke and ate soft pretzels, but there was a valiant attempt. Doodling on each other whenever we came across markers in the art supply store. Mcdonalds runs and Target trips. Wandering around Food Town and sitting on top of the old Shoprite. K Street and Exxon, B and P as a back up. Air fresheners in my car just in case anyone got nosy. Ice cream and long walks from Main Street to the boardwalk. Complaining about kids at Jenkinsons, still waiting in the long lines. He listened for hours while I reminisced about a 5 minute conversation with my hopeless situationship. Walking through the mall on days too rainy to walk down the road. 

I got to be a teenager. Something many don’t have the pleasure of. I wasn’t ready to give it up. No, I still don’t think I am. I’ll lie about my age and stay forever 15, hell, I could pass for 12 if I tried. But today, our psychology teacher said,  “That's it! Those are the last notes you’ll ever have to take in high school!” with a bitter sweet smile on her face. My heart sank, and I looked over to you. One more summer, I pleaded with God. One more to make me feel alive. So for the love of all summer days and the late night heat wave haze, let me be a teenager, just a little longer. A little longer, just with him.

[mypimpademia]

— Golden Retriever

Kirishima x black!fem!reader (w they/them pronouns used)

TW: None

Note: came up w pretty much all of this while talking to @mistaas so some creds to them!

⇶ Eijiro Kirishima was the absolute epitome of a golden retriever boyfriend

⇶ Always happy to do anything you want to do, and at anytime

⇶ You wanna go shopping? Go and get dressed, and don't even think about grabbing your own card

⇶ You wanna get manipedis together? As long as he gets to pick your colors!

⇶ He's just so happy to do anything you want to do, especially when it's together

⇶ And, Eijiro is the perfect boyfriend if you're more the of high maintenance type

⇶ Always keeps up with when you get your hair done, and has money ready just for that

⇶ Pre schedules too, calls up the salon or person that does your hair 1-2 weeks before to book an appointment for whatever you need whether that's a retwist, braids, a wig install, etc.

⇶ He's probably better at reminding you than you are at reminding yourself

⇶ And he's always got a nice little date night planned for the both of you, and a good time is guaranteed no matter where you go

⇶ Eijiro also helps invest in your hobbies and passions

⇶ Art, fashion, hair, nails, makeup, you name it

⇶ And if it's needed, he's more than happy to be your model!

⇶ Eijiro is more than secure enough with his manliness to walk around with full beat, 3 inch nails, and a 32 inch jet black deep wave buss down

⇶ Matter fact, he enjoys doing such

⇶ It makes him feel good, and honestly he understands why so many people do it😭

⇶ Eijrio will even do his workouts with it on, and gets upset if he breaks a nail or anything, and whines to you about it

You heard the tread of heavy and familiar footsteps near your bedroom, before the door swung open with a light creak.

Eijiro walked in, sighing from exhaustion from his earlier workout.

"Hey baby, how was your work out?" You asked him, without turning to face him.

"It was good, but..." He responded trailing off at the end.

"But what?" You said, beginning to turn towards him.

"But I broke a nail, and my lace is lifting." Eijrio whined, as you finally got a good look at him.

Your tall, muscly, and almost intimidating looking boyfriend had on a 32 inch jet black lace wig that was lifting in some places, and 3 inch black glitter, red bottom, coffin shaped nails, with the left pinky nail missing.

You were at a loss for words, and ultimately broke out laughing.

"What's so funny?" He pouted.

"Baby, you didn't have to keep any of that on, I told you I was just testing out new methods." You chuckled.

"I know! But I felt pretty, I wanted to keep them on but I guess I cant..." Eijiro huffed.

"Aw baby, I'll do it again whenever I try something else out, okay? Let's get these off you."

⇶ Of course, this can't just work one way, Eijiro wants the same in return!

⇶ Spend some time with him doing what he likes too!

⇶ Play video games with him, it's okay if you don't know how, he'll teach you!

⇶ Help him re-dye his hair

⇶ And if you're comfortable, come to the gym with him!

⇶ You can do your workouts together and he can show you how to use different machines if you don't already know

⇶ Or, at least do home workouts with him or be nearby when he does them

⇶ He'll even let you sit on his back while he does push ups!

⇶ If you're scared of being too heavy, don't be. Because regardless he'll lift you onto his back like you're weightless and start his workout

"It'd take a boulder for me to break a sweat, you've got nothing to worry about babe!"

⇶ Eijiro is also 100% the type to have you hold his legs down while he does sit ups too

⇶ Not because he needs you to hold them down, but because he wants a kiss from you everytime he comes back up

⇶ He will make you his passenger princess

⇶ Eijiros got a habit of stopping by unexpectedly. It's not completely unexpected, he always calls and asks if you're home and if you are he tells you to get dressed then swings by to pick you up

⇶ Your dates are usually planned, so days like these are just for him to drive around and do errands while you sit pretty in his passenger seat with his hand on your thigh

⇶ Stops to get you food of course, and asks if you need anything while you're at the store

⇶ The day full of errands always turn into evenings of him asking you to spend the night, to which you happily oblige

⇶ You help him cook dinner and meal prep, then eat dessert while watching a movie or playing video games together

⇶ Always gets sleepy before you, but can't actually sleep without you, so you follow him to bed where you curl up together and he mumbles about how much he loves you before his words turn incoherent and into soft snores

⇶ Needless to say, a relationship with Eijiro will be the most fulfilling relationship you could ever ask for. Anything you need and want, just say the word. And all he asks for in return is the same energy

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[mrsshabana]

"Your biggest fan" deserves a lot more love so I'll start asking more questions about ᕙ(`▿´)ᕗ I'm not sure If I missed it when re-reading or not- but I've got two questions! I'm curious if Gyutaro's hair in this fic is a solid black color, or if he possibly dyed it to the green and black ombre? I could see some of the band members deciding to dye their hair just cause they felt like it. My second question is did you ever find out what song references you wanted to use for him in the fic? You don't have to answer if you want it to be a surprise for whenever it happens but I will say I am so excited for the next chapter whenever it comes out!! Maybe I'll get the motivation to draw him from this fic too.. who knows.. ᕙ(^▿^-ᕙ)

I'm so glad you asked this because I was wondering the exact same thing. I went back and looked, and I think I was imagining him with his fully black hair. I do think it would be fitting for a band member to have dyed hair, but I kind of wanted to leave him with his black hair since he has green hair in AAO. Also in this fic Gyutaro is very shy and tends to prefer blending into the background. Anything that he feels might make him stand out gives him a bit of anxiety. But being in a band is slowly helping him become more confident. Especially with you around. (*/ω＼*)

For the songs, I think I found a few. There is one particular Slipknot song that I am really loving. But I am loving a lot of the Three Days Grace songs too because I think a lot of their lyrics would be meaningful in the story (specifically songs from their one-x album). I am having a very hard time finding a singer that has a similar voice to Gyutaro's. Because his voice isn't necessarily deep, it is just very raspy. So I may just have to pick a song I like and hope that we can imagine Gyutaro singing it even if it doesn't quite sound like him. I am very open to specific song suggestions though! Even if the song has two singers where you could imagine one as Gyutaro and maybe the other as Douma could be nice too.

And I would love to see more of your drawings!! There is a specific scene in the photoshoot chapter I am working on and Gyutaro looks so damn sexy. I wanna sketch it but idk if I will have time. (≧﹏ ≦)

[osmanthusoolong]

Hi I like your hair. I have pretty long hair and am thinking of buzzing it sort of like yours because with my various disabilities taking care of my hair... does not consistently happen. I'm worried I won't be able to pull it off anywhere near as well as you. How often do you have to re-buzz it? Is it a lot easier to do the colors than with longer hair? Is it easy to wash? Sorry if this is weird you can just delete it.

Thank you so much!

Buzzing it was definitely the best hair idea I’ve ever had, it’s been a lot of lengths over my life. A part of it for me absolutely is that I haaaaaate Doing My Hair, and having it be something that takes rubbing a towel over after showering at most to style is so nice.

I do think most people can probably pull it off, though it’s gonna be a big shock for a couple of days at first. And you will want a hat if it gets cold where you are (but summer heat is a million times more bearable).

In terms of maintenance, I cut it and dye it about every three weeks, but it grows really fast. I’d probably be able to go a month or five weeks if I went with a #3 guard but the texture of #2 is so good. I get A to do the very back a lot of the time because I have a goofy cowlick and it’s easier that way. The dyeing has the advantage of it being basically always on fresh hair so I don’t really worry about damage and it’s easier to not miss spots, but it does need doing more regularly (when it’s a couple centimetres, a centimetre of roots is a lot more visible than it would be on longer hair). The whole process takes like two hours at absolute most, most of which is sitting and waiting.

Day to day is a million times easier than any other way my hair has been. Definitely uses a lot less everything (this applies to bleach and dye), and there’s no detangling or anything to worry about. It’s easier to wash as well, I’d say. I keep my dye from fading by getting a dye in a shade similar but more saturated (pink gets maroon, lilac gets like a grape, etc), and mix some in with my conditioner. So maintenance takes like…not really any time or thought.

If you think you wanna try it, I definitely think you should go for it. It’s a really comfortable, freeing feeling for me to just have the fuzz. (And it’s a very very nice sensation to run my hands over, or especially have someone else do). The nice thing with dyeing it is that because it’s so short, it’s pretty easy to switch colours or give yourself a break from dyeing it if you’re not feeling up to it for a bit.

[kkusuka]

Unsupervised

Dabi/ Touya Todoroki x Fem reader

Genre: Smut

Synopsis: You haven’t seen Dabi in a year and he seems to miss you a whole bunch.

words: 1.9k

Cw: minor manga spoilers, slight degrading, overuse of the word doll, you get walked-in on and I'm sure there's a word for that I just can't think of, voyeurism

The threat of being arrested loomed over your boyfriend's head since becoming a villain. Apparently, the fear of never being free again was stomped out by his ambition to overthrow his father.

So when he was captured during an ambush, you felt your heartbreak for him. No matter what had happened in his childhood, life in prison was the only outcome you could think would happen.

Your heart shattered when you were proven right.

You haven't seen Dabi in a year, he was constantly being transferred into higher security prisons. Not to mention the times you tried to visit but he was placed in solitary right before, his bad habit of getting into fights finally caught up to him.

The time made you think about all the nights you spent laying under the stars talking about your future, a peaceful life, maybe a family. Or all the evenings you would dance around your living room in that shitty apartment as a soft waltz plays from the speaker. You’ll never get the chance to have a nice wedding or that baby girl, he would treat so well-

“Um, Y/n? You’ve been cleared to enter.”

Shooting your head up at the mention of your name you take notice of the guard holding the door to the visitation rooms open. You could feel his eyes on you as you placed the fashion magazine back into its place, before grabbing your small purse and walking over to the man.

He led you down a monotonous hallway bringing you to a stop before door number 12.

As he went to open the door he asked once more if you had anything in your purse that could aid in an escape of a high-class prisoner, you're sure the reminder of just who your boyfriend is was a dig at you. But you couldn't even care about that.

He warned you one last time before opening the door and stepping in, taking a second to stand there when a deep familiar voice rang out from the depth of the room,

“Dude, no offense but I was getting in the mood to see my girl, and seeing you really turned me off, where is she anyway?”  you rushed to step in immediately noticing the taunting smirk on his scarred face, “ah! There she is! How are ya Doll?”

Unable to hide your overwhelming rush of emotions, you almost ran towards the man, who promptly stood, letting you wrap your arms firmly around his waist. He maneuvered his still cuffed wrists over your head, pressing you into his body.

Slightly swaying your bodies, he lifted his head towards the guard, who was stationed in the corner by the door ( observation, a skill you picked up from one of Dabi’s impromptu survival lessons) raising his hands, “Man couldn't you undo these one time? They're ruining our reunion.”

You let out a soft, wet laugh at the humor that you missed so much, letting a sniffle out as he stuffed his cheek into your hair, eyes still burning into the guard.

“You know we can’t Mr. Todoroki, it’s against policy for high-class profiles”  You could tell this guy did not like you or your boyfriend and wanted to make sure you knew it.

At the excuse, Dabi let out a loud groan and spun you to sit on the couch adjacent to the chair he plopped himself onto. Settling from across from him you finally got to take a look at him, the look was reciprocated as he stared back at you.

He wasn't as skinny as you expected, that meant he was eating well, or as well as he could in this situation. His skin looked less blistered, definitely from the lack of quirk use. The staples on his hands were replaced with actual stitches and seemed to be healing.

But most notably was the white roots poking out of his dyed locks, something you would never see. He would dye his roots the second his natural color peaked through. It was almost like looking at a different person.

But his eyes, the slight upturn of his lips as he smirked back at you, and the deep chuckle when he noticed your stare. All telltale signs he was the same man you knew, and loved, for the last six years of your life.

“Whatcha lookin’ at doll?”

You couldn't help but let out a smile at the nickname, “Your hair, and your eyes, and your arms, and your, your everything. I can't believe it’s really you” Yu tried to laugh the last phrase out but your soft sobs got in the way.

He gave you a smile and held his arms out, making small ‘grabby hands’ at you, motioning you to come back into his arms.

“Well you didn't come all this way to just look at me, and, dude can’t you just take ‘em off for a minute. These things are totally ruining our moment”

Before the man could answer an intercom blared into the room a fight had broken out in the main corridor and they needed all guards in the area. Meaning he had to leave, at least for a few minutes.

He shot the both of you a look, reaching to grab his keys from his belt, opening the door, “I will be right back, I’m locking the door, the cuffs are staying on. The door will be locked until I come back, no funny business. Am I understood?”

You gave the man a curt nod as he shut the dock, as the lock clicked in place you were thrown onto the couch, your coat and purse threw to the floor. Dabi was looming over you in seconds, pulling his arms apart snapping the chain of his handcuffs.

“H-hey! What-”

“Doll, I haven't gotten off in a year and all of a sudden you show up and we were handed a golden opportunity I will not waste”  he growled as he slipped your top off.

Reaching behind you he unhooked your bra, throwing it into some corner of the room, something he’ll probably manage to sneak back into his cell with. He kneeled in between your legs leaning to take a nipple into his mouth, rolling the other, maintaining eye contact.

“Fuck I missed these, my head doesn’t give you credit, mouse” you missed this, you missed his voice, you missed the way he bit your neck as a hand reached down to maneuver your shorts down your legs.

He lifted his head, admiring the marks he left on your neck, pushing you to sit against the armrest. Then pulling your thighs to his shoulders pressing his face into your dripping core. Giving it a small lick and a guttural rumble from his throat. “Oh, baby you shaved just for me? Now I've got to give you a taste. And you’re just as wet as I remember”

Attaching his lips to your clit, giving it a suck, you followed his command of playing with your hard nipples aiding in the build of your orgasm. Reaching a hand to hand onto his colored locks, pulling him closer to you while tightening your thighs around his head. His chuckle sent shivers to your core, adding to the wetness.

His tongue was shoved deeper into your cunt as you clench around him, riding through your orgasm. Letting you fall onto the couch, painting as he released his cock from his boxers

“You know what to do Doll, get in position.”

You couldn't forget how he wanted you if you tried. It's been buried, fucked really, into you. You're sure you would have pulled your knees to your chest, opening yourself completely, presenting yourself to him, as he fucked you.

He laughed at your submissiveness, “I’ve trained you that well? All this time and you're still my cockwhore! Say it, tell me I was a bitch in heat you are for me.”

Instead of letting you answer he fully sheathed himself in your heat, his hips flushing against yours.

“I’m not hearing you talk Doll! ‘Cmon you’ve said it before, tell me how much you love my dick in your pussy.” he accompanied each word with a roll of his hips, brushing into your clit. Bringing a hand up to roll your nipple.

“I-i’m a whore for you cock, I’m a-a well-trained bitch in heat”  

“Hah! Yes, you are, my bitch in heat!”

He was pounding you into the couch, thrusting with his entire body weight straight into your cervix. Your mind was a mess of his soft growls and the finger rubbing circles around your throbbing clit. Only knowing the feeling of his cock re-carving his way into your cunt.

Mid-thrust the door swung open and you could make out the face of the shocked guard frozen in the doorway. Dabi shot a glare over his shoulder at the intruder before letting out a mocking laugh as he slowed his hip, eliciting a whine from you.

In a second, Dabi fell back, dropping you onto his cock, facing the shocked guard, who was opening his mouth attempting to speak.

“Dude, don't just stand there,” Dabi mocked snapping the guard out of whatever trance he was in, he opted to step in and shut the door going back into his former stance, “ha! Give him a show doll!”

He helped you start off by picking up your hips and dropping you back onto his cock, settling you into a steady rhythm. When you try to hang your head and look into Dabi’s burning eyes, he seems to have other ideas.  

He placed his hand under your chin and pushed your face to meet the eyes of your observer, “Not at me baby, give ‘em a show, it's what he stayed for afterall” keeping with your rhythm his other hand flew down to your clit, fondling with it, laughing when you let out a gasp of his name.

You felt eyes fall onto your bouncing breasts, taking Dabi’s words too great you reached a hand to play with your pebbles nipples, letting out a pornstar worth moan, and Dabi let out a fake moan to pair with yours.

As you felt the coil in your core begin to grow, you lost your pace opting to let Dabi bounce you on his cock until he took mercy and flipped you over, throwing a leg over his shoulder.

Sensing you were close Dabi aimed for the spot in your depths, “Please, gonna cum, Please, please!” the coil was getting tighter and your cunt was squeezing him.

“Go, whore” and with that you fell apart around his cock, milking his orgasm from him as he shoved his cum, farther into your cavern.  

A minute of breathing passed before he peeled himself off you and glanced towards the guard who choked out a command to clean yourselves up and that you only had five minutes left. Scouring the room for your clothes, Dabi surprised you when he handed your bra back until you noticed him pocketing your panties.

After staying in his arms for whatever remaining time you had left, the same guard came back and yanked the man off you and replaced the broken handcuff, locking them on his wrists.

As he was escorted out he glanced back, winked, announcing, “Bye-bye Doll, wait for next time, I’ll stuff your throat full, ok? Just wait.”  

Two weeks and he’ll have to make do on that promise.

[berryunho]

YES YUNHO’S PCS LOOK SO GOOD LIKE I SWEARRRR but yikes some pcs have like a green screen background and it’s NOT the vibe ✋😭

Also can I get confirmation of like the current hair colors/styles of the members rn cause I keep forgetting what they’re supposed to be and imagine them as possibly diff ones LIFNKDNS like rn in my mind their hair is like:

Hongjoong - B&W hair (IK ITS LIKE SUPER RECENT BUT I THINK IT JUST SUITS HIM SUPER WELL WITH HIS PERSONALITY RN LIKE ARGH BUT IIRC ITS SUPPOSED TO BE MULLETHONG??)

Seonghwa - Pink (Another semi-recent one but XR show Seonghwa with the Pink hier in the halateez outfit is stuck in my mind 😩)

Yunho - Blue (From the wave era! Tbh I don’t remember what hair color he’s supposed to have rn but I think it was black/brown??)

Yeosang - DEJA VU ERA LETS GOOOO (Yeosang’s lowkey superior hair idc idc-)

San - Answer era (NEVER FIRGET THIS SAN AGHHH)

Mingi - It’s orange that’s fs, that one I remember clearly LMAO

Wooyoung - Two-toned WOOOOOOO (I also remember that he’s supposed to have his wave era navy/purple hair but I actively forget that 💖)

Jongho - Red hair Jongho aka his superior color 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

Ik I’m like way off for some but still want to know more clearly what they’re supposed to be so I don’t have to scour for them on my 16th or so re-read 😭😭

- Love, 🍓 anon!

okay fr im glad im not the only one thinking that about the greenscreen pcs LKFDJS:KDFJ like ... who decided that was a good idea ... hello82 pls explain ... (update on my albums: i.... may or may not... have snatched 2 signed copies of z ver from the hello82 restock after lamenting over missing the original drop and ... the answer rly manifested the signatures bc. seonghwa and mingi. LASKJDFKALSJDF i did cry. im looking at them rn like... FLSKDJF:LKSDJ ANYWAYS as for pcs i finally pulled a yunho and jongho and with that ive pulled everyone at least once with only one (1) dupe so basically im ballin)

BUT YES ABSOLUTELY HAIR UPDATE !!! im gonna be completely for real w you rn and say that hongjoong and mingi and seonghwa are the only ones i knew this off the top of my head for LMAO i had to reference my ... character slideshow ... thing ... that i originally created to show my best friend My Vision for the answer LOL but fr yall are free to see them however you so please! this was my vision:

hongjoong - okay. so i definitely see where you're coming from w the split dye and it definitely fits the character and i support it. but yes. the mullet <3

seonghwa - pink would be so funny w his character so i love the vision fr LSKDJFL but ive always thought the fucking wonderland bang (the bay-yang if you will.) was so funny so that's how i picture him LMAOOOO

yunho - blue hair on yunho >>>>>>>> anything else. inspiration for my url even. but yes hehe i have it down as his answer era hair so brown :]

yeosang - i just went back to chapter 7 to see if i mentioned his hair at all bc i was so ready to make deja vu yeosang canon rn in this moment BUT I DIIIIDDD AKSDJFAS;LKFDJAS he's blonde. but maybe he'll mysteriously dye his hair 🤔🤔🤔

san - ... okay rereading ch 6 i think i was describing his wonderland hair with the blonde underneath which ... long hair on san > but i also support answer san very much and they're quite close hairstyles so... yeah !

mingi - yes :]

wooyoung - yes its the wave hair LMAOOOOO forget that i reminded you <3

jongho - yes again ! absolutely have to agree w you on that one (the fact that when i began writing the answer when it was fireworks era and that was jongho's current hair ... my god ... where does time go ...)

BUT YEAH ALKDJFASLKDJ really just see them how you naturally picture them hehehe don't strain yourself reading but thank you sm again as always for doing so hehehe :] ily <3 <3

[admiringlove]

IX: aparecium; an incantation to always remember.

— you finally read all the other pages of his diary.

+pairing: miya atsumu x reader.

+genre: crossover(hq x hp); fluff; angst; frenemies to lovers.

+word count: 2.9k.

+warnings: FLUFF!! pls, if i don’t put fluff, some of my moots would cry(*cough* ray).

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+author’s notes: this is the last chapter(im def not sad) BUT i will be writing bonus parts!!

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You stand in front of your apartment, sighing as you close your eyes, making your way inside your bedroom and begin to pick up the cardboard boxes with the help of your wand, moving them outside into the living room for someone(who is quite late, yet again) to take to your new home.

You tie your hair up, fixing your overcoat a little as you sigh, making your way to the smallest box, placed in the corner of the room. Just by looking at the stamp on top of it, you smile. 

The memories of your time at Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry. 

You carefully sit on your knees, your plaid skirt riding up just a smidge, as you open the carton in front of you. 

To say that it was filled up completely was an understatement because right now, a few books and photographs fell out onto your lap, making you chuckle. You picked up the photographs, settling with your back against the wall and your legs stretching out, as you looked through them one by one. 

The first one—one of your graduation ceremony, standing next to Shimizu Kiyoko(the current owner of the most popular Quidditch shop in London) who was beaming vividly at the camera with you, holding up your wands as a gesture that you had finally done it. Something that seemed almost insurmountable when you first started school, and now? You all were content, happy with your lives. 

The second photograph was one from the third year, your first time in Hogsmeade. You were in The Three Broomsticks, and a mustache of the froth from the butterbeer had formed atop your lips. Behind you, a certain fox pointed and laughed his guts out. 

The next picture was from the Shrieking Shack—where all of your friends had ditched the second last day of school and spent the whole day drinking and reminiscing the past seven years of nostalgic happiness. A boy held your hand with the fondest look in his carob orbs, and you returned it. 

You gingerly took the three photos, storing them in the photo album that had also fallen out of the box in the process of you opening it. Smiling, you took out some more mementos. 

Your broomstick, the Nimbus 2001, sat at the bottom, but you excitedly removed it and placed it on the ground, saying, "Up!"

It almost made it to your hand but fell down upon grazing your fingertips. You pouted, blaming the number of years it had passed since you had played Quidditch. Peering into the box as you placed the broomstick aside, you found something even funnier. 

Cheap, piss colored hair-dye that was almost ten-years-old. 

You chuckled, looking at it playfully as you opened the top of the bottle. The disgusting odor that came from it made you grunt as you immediately placed the cap back on top, never desiring to touch that thing ever again. And once more, you placed the item in your hand to the side, looking into the box to find more things that reminded you of your happiest years. 

You couldn't believe your eyes at what sat at the bottom of the carton. 

An empty notebook with a soft leather cover, with a grey quill by its side, sitting there and ridiculing you. 

You blinked twice, making sure what you were seeing was real. Hell, you even rubbed your eyes until you could see mindless patterns in the dark. You opened your eyes, the patterns making themselves sort of visible in plain sight, disappearing after a few milliseconds when you grabbed the brown book in front of you and whispered with your wand in hand, "Aparecium."

September 2, 20**.

I don’t know what I’m doing at this point. It’s been 3 years since I started loving her.  When I saw her walk into the train today, umm, yesterday cause it’s past 2 AM now… I felt so happy?? I mean, I know I tease her and all, she’s quite amazing. She’s got the brains for it all and insults me back even when I say something stupid.  I really dunno. 3 years and I’ve made 0 progress. I seriously need to re-think my decision about my love for this girl 'cause 'Samu says there’s no chance she loves me back. Dunno if I’ll be able to stop my feelings, though. I’ve liked her since my second year. Damn me, for being such a lovesick puppy.  And to think I colored my hair for her too. [Y/N] called it piss-colored. Out of all things, why the fuck would ya compare somebody’s hair to piss? That’s utterly disgusting. I wonder where [L/N] gets these dumb ideas. Damn her, that slug. Anyways, I have class in a couple hours. G'night. 

'Tsumu. 

You immediately let out a hearty laugh, flipping to the next page when you remembered a certain encounter with the boy who wrote the diary. The day he told you he loved you, by the infamous Black Lake, he spoke of this particular page. He said that he addressed the nightly trips around Hogwarts, about how much he longs to be yours, about his happiness when he sees you, and your snarky comments that are just as, if not more, witty than his. 

September 4, 20**

Today was the third day of school. Also my first trip around Hogwarts with [Y/N] under my invisibility cloak. We snuck into the kitchens and got ourselves steak pies and treacle tarts, and then went to the Astronomy Tower where we ate them while laughing about nothing in particular. I love these little trips. They make me all warm and fuzzy inside. Dunno how to put it into words, but I really like spending time with her alone. It makes me really really really happy. I wish that someday, maybe when I'm all grown up and play for a known Quidditch Team and she's a DADA professor, we are still like this. Going around to aimless places, eating food, and laughing about the old times(or anything really, I just want to be with her even when I'm older). And just like always, she doesn't fail to throw dumb comebacks at me. I can't help but chuckle at them, because sometimes they really are offensive. Well, looks like it's time to hit the hay now, so g'night. 

'Tsumu.

You gasp as the page comes to an end, a hand on your mouth. He wasn't wrong when he said he wrote about you. You smile as a tear runs down your cheek as you flip to a random page this time, and you realize that it's written in his sixth year of Hogwarts. 

December 23, 20**

I stayed back for Christmas break this year and my dorm is all empty. So is hers, because she says she didn't want to go back home at all until the summer. I feel bad for her gran, that woman must feel lonely. 

You giggled at the line, grinning because you remember your grandma sending you a Howler, which yelled at you in the empty dorm-room for not coming home for the holidays. She said she missed you, and that your grandfather's health was deteriorating. She had also said that she knew why you didn't come back, and that it was okay, because she understood that you couldn't see another loved one go. The Howler ended on a sorrowful note, but everything eased back into its place because you remember the writer of the diary in your hands being there to comfort you when a dreaded letter came in after the holidays. You continued reading where you left off, wiping away the new wave of tears that had emerged from the memories.

Yesterday, me and [Y/N] went around the castle under the invisibility cloak I gave her. It was fun because I always get to see this little smile on her face that only shows up during these trips. We also went to the forbidden section of the library just because we wanted to look at a few spells that are probably illegal. I did accidentally kill a rat practicing the second unforgivable curse, and [Y/N] helped me hide all the evidence by feeding the dead rat to the Hippogriff she had found in the Forbidden Forest. I swear, if someone saw the way I did the spell and couldn't stop until [Y/N] threw Expelliarmus at me, they would throw me in the deepest pin in Azkaban and I'd probably never be able to see [Y/N] again. Anyway, I have to go back out for dinner now. G'night.

'Tsumu.

You, again, laughed at the man's childishness. You recollect distinctly how scared he was, that he had almost pissed his pants in the Courtyard that night. You had assured him that nothing would go wrong and that your lips were completely sealed, because he was your friend of course, so you had quickly formulated a plan to help him. And yet again, you flip to a new page, one from the fifth year this time. 

July 15, 20**

 I hate this part every year. Ever since my third year, it sickens me to come back home for summer. I can't see her because she lives in Lambeth while I'm in Westminster with my posh family. It makes me a little angry sometimes that my family is well-known in the wizarding world because this means my summers are filled with whatever my parents want me to do. The train ride back home was definitely not quiet. It was so chaotic(mostly because of the constant bickering between me and [Y/N]) and Kita-san yelled at us at the end. That was the first time I've ever seen him get angry, so he was either really fed up or we were being too dumb. Anyway, I'm gonna miss Hogwarts a lot for the next month or so, because after that I get to see her again. Honestly? Can't wait for the sixth year. I hope she grows taller, because right now, she's quite the midget. I'll write her a letter or two, but I probably won't send all of them. G'night for now. 

'Tsumu.

You continue reading it all. Page by page, parchment by parchment, word by word, letter by letter until you finally get to the last page. The one he wrote on the graduation day, where he says that he wants to marry you someday. But you don't get to read it just yet, because he walks into the room with his booming voice and boyish grin.

"[Y/N]! Sorry I'm late, sweetheart! I apparated back home as fast as I could 'cause Coach saw me slack off a lil-"

"So ya actually read it all, huh?" he smirks, walking up to you and crouching down next to you, "Ah, the last page, have ya read it yet?"

"Not the last one," you smile, "—if only I'd read these sooner, we wouldn't have gone through all that mindless drama in seventh year, right?"

"Eh, 'twas kinda worth it in the end," he shrugs, sitting down next to you and placing his thumb on your chin, "Love, you've been crying?"

You shook your head lightly, letting out a small chuckle which to him sounded like the sweetest melody on the face on the planet, "Tears of joy, 'Tsumu. You were a cute teenager in love."

He smiles with his teeth on display, his fading blonde hair falling on his face with perfection as he whispers, "Only for you, darling."

"I'm glad," you mutter, closing in and placing a ghost of a kiss on his lips when you realize, "Wait, shit! We have to take all of this to the House! I'm supposed to leave for Hogwarts tonight!"

"Kiss me first, then we'll talk."

"'Tsumu, you really didn't have to come all the way to Hogwarts to drop me off," you giggle, as the yellow-haired man intertwines his fingers with yours quietly, giggling along with you as he says, "Hey, now yer students get to see yer hot boyfriend that you've been with for the past eight years."

"My stupid boyfriend that did a lot of illegal things in school. You're not exactly a good influence, you know," you mumble, earning a little offended open-mouth Atsumu walking alongside you to your quarters. He continues faking the vexed expression, a hand on his heart as he says, "How could ya wound me like this, baby?" 

"I love you though, so it's justified," you say, opening the door and placing your trunk by the bed. He closes the door, leaning on it with his arms crossed over his chest as you set up your things in the room. When you turned around, you saw Atsumu looking at you with the most enamored look in his clove-infused eyes. You sighed, your shoulders immediately relaxing when your orbs land on him by the door. You step towards him, your beige trench coat trailing behind as you wrap your arms around his very muscular figure(now that he's a part of Nottingham Jackals as a Beater). 

"You're going to leave, aren't you?" you mumble against his chest softly, as he chuckles out, "Yer lucky ya get to stay in Hogwarts when I'm gone. Everything's gonna remind ya of me."

Before you open your mouth to retort, your boyfriend says, "Don't worry, slug. I'll send ya letters everyday. And I'll come to meet ya twice a month. Maybe you can even let me meet yer students."

"'Tsumu, no-"

"Imagine! Children and teenagers, all of 'em love me to death. They'll love yer class, even more, when you make me meet 'em!" he exclaims, his eyes filled with curiosity, "Also, also! What about the third years? I wanna be there when the boggart lesson goes on-"

"'Tsumu, no. The school won't allow it. Although, my students do come and ask about you a lot because they like your Quidditch playing skills. They're not idiots like me, they won't fall in love with your stupid personality," you chuckle, pulling away from the hug, but still holding his arms with yours. He pouts, pulling you into a soft kiss, but immediately pulling away and winking at you, "I'm gonna see ya in a few weeks. Maybe I'll take ya on a date to Hogsmeade again, we can sneak into the Shrieking Shack again under that invisibility cloak."

"'Tsumu, I'm a teacher, not a student!" you laugh, but he simply says, "If anything, that gives us an excuse!"

Miya Atsumu never expected you to be agitatedly running around in your green-room, trying to find things for your hair and make-up. He chuckles lightly because all the other people in the room can do is shake their heads and sigh at your frantic state. Your maid-of-honor, Kiyoko, tried to calm you down about half an hour ago, but it was to no avail. 

Atsumu sent Kiyoko a knowing glance, to which she and all the other bridesmaids stepped outside for just a minute. 

"[Y/N]," he says, his voice low but still soothing. You stop in your tracks, turning around and gasping as you looked at him—clad in sweatpants and a white shirt—and widened your eyes. 

"Dummy, you aren't supposed to see me just yet! Go away and wait at the altar!" you yell, walking over to him and attempting to shove him outside the room. 

Emphasis on the word, 'attempting'. 

"You look exactly like what you are right now, a slug. So listen to me, love. I need to give ya something before you start stressin' out all over again," Atsumu murmurs, placing his hands on your shoulders tenderly as he pulls out a book with a leather cover and hands it to you. 

You sigh, picking it up as you sit down by the vanity. Atsumu looms behind you, crouching down to whisper next to your ears, "Love, open the last page, will ya?"

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion, turning your head to look at him with exasperation. He places a peck to your cheek, humming indulgently as an indicator for you to continue as he instructed. You sigh again, shoulders drooping low as you turn over the book and open it, and muttering, "Aparecium."

July 2, 20**.

I want to marry [L/N] [Y/N] someday. 

Miya Atsumu. 

From the last day of the seventh year, and Atsumu continues to explain to you that during the train ride back home when all of you were sleeping, was when he wrote the last entry of his diary, and never opened it again. Because he knew, that he meant every word scribbled on every page. 

You sat there, listening to the man with the messy faded blonde hair, losing yourself in his perfect brown eyes all over again. You felt as if you were diving deep into an ocean of pure chocolate, the sweetness and the slight bitterness getting the best of you as you drown—but voluntarily, because drowning was your intention. 

"I love you, Atsumu," you say out of nowhere, cutting him off. He stops abruptly, his eyes growing wide and his mouth forming into a pout. His lips form into the brightest smile ever, as if the rays of a thousand suns meeting at one point. His boyish grin melts your heart, as he presses his lips to your forehead and says, "I love you more, darling. Now, take a breather, will ya?"

"Oh, and before I go. Don't disappoint me today, slug. I've been waiting to do this for the past eleven years."

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