TMAGP 21 thoughts, spoilers below the cut
“What if Alice is right about how fucked up the OIAR is?” I mean fuck, dude, she probably is
“It’s fine I can just quit if something tries to murder me” Sam that won’t help with the whole “monster trying to kill you thing” that’ll just make you unemployed in addition to being about to die
When Celia said she had a “complicated immigration status” I fucking cackled like girlie you are never beating the universe hopper allegations
Also yeah why did the OIAR not notice that she probably has next to no legal documentation of her existence? Like I get them being more lax than other government organizations but this is a whole other level
tbh it’s probably because Lena was like “eh fuck it this isn’t even in the top 70 weirdest things I’ve seen” and let it slide
“I wouldn’t be able to take Jack with me if I went back” Does this mean she knows how to go back?????
MAGNUS INSTITUTE CHESTER STATEMENT
ooh this is some alchemy shit
POLITICAL RESOURCES? did the institute have fucking plants in the government or did they just have, like, lobbyists?
love how this guy is like “we need stop being Christian centric when choosing the date to our fucked up eldritch ritual guys”
I’m sorry, a UNIVERSAL TRANSMUTATION? as in transforming the entire earth or even the whole universe???? Dude what???
The fucked up ritual in question is called the Dome Project, which judging only by the name sounds like they’re trying to make Flat Earth real, which is fucking hilarious
ok they were allegedly trying to create a utopia but every “utopia” is flawed so the question is how did they fuck this one up?
Oh damn they were trying to create a perfect“final state of society” that never changes. Even without the eldritch bullshit that’s a terrible idea just look at like every dystopian novel ever (and also the game slay the princess, which is built around the idea that change is a necessary component of life and has Jonny Sims voicing a lot of the dialogue)
I love how this guy’s best argument against bringing the world to a stagnant state is just “but we’re alchemists, guys, change is our whole thing :/”
Was I the only one who thought “et al” was pronounced like “et all” or is it just me? Or is it a regional thing?
Wait was their plan to actually just build a big ass dome to house a “perfect society”?
Oh shit they had actually already started construction.
Of course they were exploiting workers to build this “perfect dome”
THE DOME IS REAL????? (It’s called the millennium dome, don’t just google “dome project” you’ll just find a bunch of unrelated shit about business models and stuff)
WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON’T KNOW HOW LONG THE DOME WILL BE THERE? Isn’t that a major safety issue?
bro thinks the place is supernaturally contaminated and he’s probably right
Oh boy it’s also contaminated with heavy metals the real danger here is lead poisoning
I’m sorry what the fuck??? Construction guy got cloned by some dirt in the site and then his clone just fucking yanked him into the dirt? Clone didn’t even bother to replace him
lol statement writer just went “tldr we shouldn’t do our ritual here it’s fucked up enough as it is and incorporating a stagnant utopia into our eldritch ritual is dumb and we shouldn’t do it”
Alice has realized that Freddy is purposefully giving Sam Magnus statements
GIRLIE DID YOU JUST DELETE IT FROM HIS CASELOAD???
oooh shit she got caught by Lena
“haha Sam’s computer keeps malfunctioning so I tried to fix it and he definitely gave me permission hahaha ANYWAYS when are we getting a new IT guy?” smooth, Alice. Smooth.
Oh shit where’s Gwen? She’s late coming back? Lena doesn’t know where she is????
Ink5oul probably got her
Was that a .jmj error noise I just heard?
Oh fuck we actually get answers to the Gwen question and she is in fact running from ink5oul
Jesus this chase scene is actually scary, I’m impressed. It’s kind of hard to unsettle me this much without involving one of my actual phobias. Nice.
Also I had to google what trash polka is, turns out it’s a really cool tattoo style that’s simultaneously photorealistic and trippy, usually done in black, white, and red.
Oh shit Ink5oul can mess with tattoos they didn’t do
oh fuck they caught Gwen
Hey why is Gwen monologuing like those corpses?
[ERROR]? Where have you been, loca?
WHY IS THE MAGNUS ARCHIVES THEME PLAYING UNDER GWEN’S STATEMENT MONOLOGUE?
The transcript describes [ERROR] as “a nightmarish specter of an older world” and I’m not sure what to make of that yet but they sure are possessive of their victims, apparently. Judging by the fact that they said “there is more” I think they’re targeting either anyone with institute ties or anyone in the OIAR. Maybe both.
Love that Gwen just fucked booked it instead of sticking around to witness whatever that whole [ERROR]/ ink5oul interaction was
I’m glad that [ERROR] didn’t kill ink5oul tbh I like them
THE TAPE RECORDER FUCKING BIT THEM IM CACKLING
The Magnus Protocol sure is a podcast
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No offense to Sam but the way he's been talking about Lestat lately is ... troubling, to say the least. He did an interview with Screenrant and he legit said that Lestat's abuse of Louis was "probably not as violent an act as Louis made it out to be in season 1." That's a direct quote, by the way. I understand that a lot of Lestat fans have their rose-colored glasses on and they're not the only ones, sure. However, when you have the actor saying things like this, are we really surprised Lestat fans are just as willing to turn a blind eye and act as if he's this innocent beacon of sunshine whose word is the gospel truth? I can't include links but you can search up Sam Reid and Screenrant on Google and the article should pop up.
ya, I've seen that quote (article and text at the bottom of this post).
if this fandom was full of critical thinkers the way ppl always luv to claim, we'd be able to discuss these things and even say maybe these actors say dumb, harmful shit sometimes. assigning sam reid the new role of anne rice stand in, coming from ppl who already have an unhealthy relationship with her, usually going back decades, is why trying to do anything here is p useless.
this fandom will never know peace bcuz instead of focusing on the fact harm was done, racist fandom has to keep digging and victim blaming black characters bcuz how could the white character do this, it's ooc, it's bad writing, it's not what anne rice would have done (except she did lol but there's always an excuse for why that doesn't count).
there's a lot of things the fandom could be talking about but instead it's gonna be tossing this quote up forever as "the truth" and it's gonna be like 50 year olds in the fandom doing it too. embarrassing tbh.
One of my favorite moments in the episode is Lestat apologizing over the cloud gift move from last season. It's powerful and moving, and yet so frustrating because the trial carries on like nothing after. Can you talk about playing that scene with Jacob?
Sam Reid: Yeah, I think we kind of had to make sure it [landed]. I don't want it to be like, "Yeah, but actually, it's not such a big deal. He apologized, and it's over now," which is what Claudia said. It's probably not as violent an act as Louis made it out to be in season 1, but I think the fact that Lestat did something to him that is so out of his nature was driven by the extent to which they love each other.
Lestat was driven to the point that he didn't fully even recognize himself, and he saw from his own hands an action that was unforgivable. You've physically hurt the person that you love so much that you no longer feel like you deserve to be with them. He knew that, and I think the thing is that he realized that as soon as he's done that, he also has to die.
In terms of working on that scene with Jacob, I think it's important for us to acknowledge that this is not the end. Do you know what I mean? This is not the finality of that beat. Louis doesn't forgive him at that moment, and Lestat sees that. He can't look at him that much during the trial, but there's another moment when Lestat looks at him and all he sees is pure hate in Louis' gaze. "He's never going to forgive me." But he doesn't flip back to just doing the trial — he still wants to save him, you know what I mean? He's got to just hurry the proceedings up, get through the f--king thing, and stick to his script.
That definitely is also when I feel like we get into that silhouetted, mirage version of the trial. I think that's when we're in full-blown POV bulls--t of how it actually went.
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txt ~ crush crush crush
pairing: txt x gn!reader (separate)
scenario: how the members behave when they have a crush on you!
warnings: none! but this IS the first thing im posting on here so pls don't judge too harshly,, starting out with some headcannons since my writing is rusty 🥹💗
click here for my masterlist!
Soobin:
SOFT SOFT SOFT
soft boy number 1
he treats you so nicely anyways, but when he realises his feelings for you,,, sheesh
ups the sweetness by 800%
likes to do things for you
cant reach the jam on the top shelf? boom soobin.
lost your favourite pen? boom soobin picked it up after you dropped it.
looks at you like you hung every star in the sky
"you look beautiful today Y/N... actually nevermind you do every day"
such a simp can't even hide it
will share his food with you and no one else
"OH SO THEY GET A FRY WHEN I GOT A PUNCH-"
"shut up beomgyu."
so scared to confess, perfectly content being your best friend forever apart from when he goes home and cries cause he wanted to kiss you
its okay sooby it'll happen 😌
Yeonjun:
touchy touchy boy
not shy with his feelings
deffo just wants to be close to you all the time
flirty little shit !
uses lame pickup lines from google
"how's your fever?"
"?? what fever? i'm fine?"
"oh sorry, you just look hot to me ;)"
you call him corny but its kinda cute
although he's confident and flirty he's still SO nervous to actually confess
definitely gives himself away before actually asking you out he's so obvious bro-
flirt back and he'll be so happy
better yet use a dumb pickup line on him and he's putty in your hands
Beomgyu:
friend zones you so hard out of fear you won't like him back
just a couple of besties 🤩
he wants to cry
he knows he has a crush, fully tries to ignore it
thinks he's smooth ... but everyone already knows
including you
talks about you to everyone, especially his gaming buddies
"Y/N's so cool they're coming over to watch a movie with me later"
"GYU WE'RE ABOUT TO DIE HERE ???? NOT THE TIME !"
bullies you (affectionately)
you could be the same hight as him and he'll still be like "haha shortie"
when he accepts it he's a lot more chill
maybe too chill
"hey why'd you not lend kai your hoodie? you let me wear the same one last week?"
"oh because im in love with you"
"oh. sweet."
deffo the type to accidentally blurt and not even notice until you ask him to be your bf like 5 mins later
Taehyun:
kinda shy tbh
he doesn't like to express his feelings in words, prefers to do things to show you he cares
definitely scared when he realises he likes u
boy had little to no interest in other people before u came along (not including the members of course :3)
buys you food if you say you haven't eaten
checks up on you a lot
"did you eat? you haven't been working too much have you?"
even if it means sneaking out of practice to text or call you
literally thinks you're better than everyone
"hey tyun, isn't that girl over there pretty? i love her haircut"
"hmph.. it would look better on you"
whipped but pretends he's not
he so is
Hueningkai:
soft boy 2
SO BLUSHY !!!
he's so flustered around you
yeonjun takes the piss out of him for it
gives you little gifts and trinkets to hint that he likes you
sometimes very random
"here Y/N, you mentioned you needed this the other day :)"
"kai why did you just give me dish soap-"
obvs gives you fun things too (PLUSHIES !)
strikes me as a very gift giving guy
"hey Y/N did you know penguins romance each other with pretty rocks they find?"
"no i didn't but that's cute"
"yeah.. so anyway i found this cool rock outside do you want it?"
will explode if u flirt with him
call him a pretty boy. do it. i dare u.
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Flowers
Pairing: Wednesday Addams x fem!reader
Summary: Wednesday’s plan to court you is thwarted by an unforeseen issue.
Warnings: allergies(?), an inability to write good kiss scenes, the tone for this one is kinda all over the place tbh but it’s just fluff
Word count: 2.5k
Notes: this is a request for my mother, hope you enjoy<3 (also i know nothing about flowers, all information is from google. hopefully i didn’t piss off the gardening fandom lol)
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Frustration was nothing new to Wednesday.
To her woeful dismay, she experienced it almost constantly. During the day when imbeciles in the halls with no concept of an indoor voice spoke loud enough to be heard by the entire school. In the evenings when Enid’s obnoxious pop music was loud enough that she could hear it through her headphones. When she was on the cusp of solving another mystery and suddenly her leads went cold.
No, Wednesday was no stranger to frustration. But the type of frustration she was feeling now was completely new to her.
Because, usually, Wednesday could find a reason for her frustrations.
Her fellow students acted idiotic because they were Neanderthals. Enid, though a werewolf with heightened senses, was unaware of just how loud her music was at times. Periods of inactivity during a case typically either meant that she was missing something (unlikely) or that she needed to wait for her target to make their next move.
There were always reasons. Cause and effect. A perfect balance for her logical brain to understand—even if she didn’t like the answers in place. But no, not this time.
This time, there were seemingly no reasons for what you were doing. No matter how much she thought about it, no reasoning that her mind put forth made sense. It was simply impossible. Like trying to solve a thousand-piece jigsaw puzzle in the dark.
And it was especially maddening because, by all accounts, she had done everything right.
Wednesday had plans to court you. She was initially going to do something traditional like hand-deliver you the heart of one of your enemies, but Enid was repulsed when she found out about these plans. Instead, her roommate insisted that flowers were a much better substitute.
Initially, Wednesday thought it was the dumbest thing she’d ever heard, and she still thought the idea of a “secret admirer” was moronic at best. But the idea of expressing her revolting feelings through the language of the Earth’s flora…undeniably enticing.
So she begrudgingly began to put together a plan.
(Wednesday did not, however, inform Enid of this. She refused to give the werewolf the satisfaction.)
She was originally going to start small. A posy of Black Dahlias, maybe, or a small vase of Hydrangeas. But she supposed she got a bit…carried away.
It was demeaning honestly, how much effort she was putting into something so stupid. Getting seeds from her mother, finding a secluded place to plant and tend to them, breaking into your locker during the early hours of the morning so no one could witness just how low she was stooping for you. She put weeks into this nonsense.
And all of that time and effort culminated in you throwing the flowers away.
Every. Single Time.
Actually, no—it was worse than you just throwing them out. Every time you opened your locker and saw the flowers, you leaped back as if you had found a bomb amongst your things. You immediately, without even inspecting them or trying to decipher their intended message, took the flowers and disposed of them in the nearest trash can.
She didn’t understand it. Whatsoever.
Especially because they were good flowers. Expertly grown and cared for, picked in the early morning to make sure they stayed fresh for as long as possible. She even made sure they had contextually appropriate meanings to try and get her emotions across without words.
Her first foray into this madness was a bouquet of black roses, to tell you that she would die for you if given the chance. Then the next day, an arrangement of orange lilies to represent how she was willing to humiliate herself for you (clearly). The next, a black vase of Deadly Nightshade, simply because it was a personal favorite of hers.
There was an array of others as days passed—the aforementioned Black Dahlias and Hydrangeas, black petunias, red tulips, and yellow carnations. There was a superstition that Chrysanthemums brought bad luck and terrible nightmares, so naturally, she gave you those as well.
(She had considered giving you Aconites to signify the hatred that wished she felt for you, but given the fact that they were poisonous, she decided against it. As much as she yearned to poison someone in this godforsaken school, she didn’t wish to see you suffer that fate. Yet.)
Hell, she had even turned to the likes of red roses and sunflowers when she saw the negative reception to her first picks, but they all ended up in the same place: the trash can at the end of the hall.
It was torturous. Because Wednesday knew you returned her affections, she had known for a while. She originally thought it a burden, a weakness for her to potentially exploit until she made the startling discovery that she returned your wretched feelings.
So the idea that she might have misconstrued something she thought to be incredibly obvious made her physically ill. The implication that she was…incorrect tormented her.
There were few things Wednesday hated more than being wrong.
But one thing she was beginning to despise more was the feeling in her chest whenever she saw her flowers in that trash can. You were making her feel something she prided herself on never feeling: defeat. And she was tired of it.
Wednesday refused to sit by and allow you to make a fool out of her from the shadows for any longer. Enid’s stupid plan be damned.
She was going to find you and she was going to get answers. Whether it was quick and easy or slow and painful was entirely up to you.
-
Finding you in the Nevermore library was unsurprising.
You went there often to read and recharge your “social battery” when needed. And it seemed like now was one of those times. You sat silently with your eyes trained on a book in front of you, the headphones covering your ears turned up so loud she could hear the faint hum of your music from across the room.
It was clear that you didn’t want to be disturbed. Unfortunately, Wednesday did not care.
She stalked up behind you quietly, resting her hand on your shoulder once she was within arm’s reach of you. Wednesday took far too much joy in the way you quite literally jumped out of your seat. The sudden movement sent the chair backward into Wednesday, who easily caught it and settled it back into its original position.
Breathless, you spun around, eyes widening when you saw who it was.
“Wednesday, wha-“
“Why do you always throw them away?”
You blinked owlishly. Once, twice, then spoke. “What?”
“The flowers,” she clarified, impatience creeping into her tone, “why do you always throw them away? Did you not like them?”
Wednesday could tell you wanted to ask why she wanted to know about this, but thankfully you were smart enough to answer her questions before asking any of your own.
“Well, n-no. I didn’t dislike them. They were pretty flowers.”
The admission did nothing to comfort Wednesday, whose patience was running incredibly thin. Still, she kept her tone as neutral as possible.
“Then what was the issue? Why throw them out?”
“Well-it’s just…” you paused, cheeks darkening as you mumbled something incomprehensible. Wednesday blinked.
“What was that?”
You sighed.
“I’m allergic.”
Oh.
Well, she supposed that made sense. It certainly explained why you reacted the way you did whenever you saw the flowers in your locker. Her prior anger melted away, understanding slowly replacing it.
She thought back to her earlier musings, the dark irony nearly made her smile. The flowers really were, for all intents and purposes, an allergen bomb.
Wednesday noticed a moment later that you were still speaking.
“-not technically life-threatening or anything. I just get itchy and my eyes water, although my throat does start to close up if I’m around them for too long, but it’s usually pretty manageable. It happens around most plant life. That’s why I transferred out of Botany class. Principal Weems thinks it might be a pollen allergy but I’m not sure-“
Your rambling would be (barely) tolerable under any other circumstance, but right now Wednesday just wanted to express the feelings that had been plaguing her for months on end.
“It was me.”
That effectively shut you up. She watched patiently as the gears turned in your head, the words that came out your mouth not quite keeping up with the realization she saw in your eyes. “What?”
“I put the flowers in your locker. To inform you of my…feelings,” she said, disdain creeping into her voice at the end.
You looked positively devastated. “Oh, Wednesday, I’m-I am so sorry. I didn’t mean for it to look like I didn’t like the flowers or didn’t appreciate the gesture. I like you, Wednesday. I really do. I-“
With a sharp inhale, you cut yourself off and look away. Concerned, Wednesday’s brows furrowed. Before she could properly investigate the issue, you looked back to her, a question in your eyes that she couldn’t decipher before you said it aloud.
“Can I hug you?”
The smaller girl blinked. She, admittedly, wasn’t expecting that to be your question.
Wednesday wasn’t one for physical affection, but she found herself stepping forward before she could think better of it. And when she felt your arms settle around her, gently pushing her against you, she couldn’t muster even an ounce of regret.
She didn’t return your embrace—she had a reputation to uphold, after all—but she did lean into you, turning her face into your neck and closing her eyes for the briefest of moments.
“Your apology is accepted,” she whispered against the nape of your neck. Your shoulders relaxed against her, but your grip tightened.
“I still feel really guilty.”
Wednesday tilted her head up slightly to meet your eyes, brows furrowing. “Guilty for what? I practically tried to kill you.”
“Unknowingly,” you added, a smile pulling at your lips. “Though, it would have been fitting for you.”
Wednesday’s lips twitched.
“What can I do to make it up to you?”
Wednesday stepped back, eyes traveling down to your lips. A split-second decision was made, the words falling from her lips before she even realized what she was doing.
“Kiss me.”
Part of Wednesday wanted to be laid to rest right then and there, the humiliation she had felt before returning with a vengeance. But another part just wanted you to comply, to sate the curiosity she’d been fighting for months now.
Somehow, you managed to look more shocked than she felt.
“W-What?” you stuttered, eyes wide and mouth partially agape as if what Wednesday just said was the most preposterous thing you had ever heard.
“I said kiss me,” she stated with a confidence she didn’t fully feel. You swallowed.
“I-uh, are you sure?”
You shifted on your feet, still unsure. Wednesday nearly sighed again.
“I wouldn’t have said it if I wasn’t.”
That seemed to be enough for you to finally act. Timidly, you brought your hands up to cup her face, your touch lighter than a feather on her skin. Your wide eyes never strayed from hers and she stared back in hopes of speeding up your glacial pace. To her chagrin, it seemed to have no effect.
You leaned in agonizingly slowly, likely to give her ample time to pull away if she changed her mind. But Wednesday didn’t have the patience for your kindness. So she took the initiative to lean up and pressed her lips to yours, her eyes fluttering closed upon contact.
It was both everything and nothing like Wednesday thought it would be.
Kissing you wasn’t anything like the dumb things Enid said to describe kissing Ajax (she loathed the fact that she even knew any of that in the first place). There weren’t any fireworks or godforsaken butterflies or any other insipid romance cliché her roommate was obsessed with.
It was soft, slow, and utterly addicting. Even more so than she predicted it would be. She knew long before this moment that the press of your lips to hers would be her downfall, and like usual, she was correct.
Everything about your kiss was ethereal—the warmth that encompassed her from head to toe, the tenderness in the way your lips moved against hers, the feeling of your thumb lovingly stroking her cheek. She knew that she would crave it from this moment forward.
In mere moments, her senses were completely overtaken by nothing but you. It was overwhelming in the best way possible, and she savored it for as long you would allow.
Wednesday stepped back only when air became an unfortunate necessity for the both of you. After a long moment, she dared to open her eyes and look at you. Your eyes were still closed, lips slightly parted as you regained your breath. A light flush crept onto your face, tinting your skin a light shade of red and though Wednesday didn’t care for color, she liked the way it looked on you.
“One more thing,” she muttered when she finally regained a fragment of her composure. You blinked back into awareness, a sweet smile tugging at your lips, complimenting the light blush on your face quite nicely.
“What’s that?” you whispered into the space between you.
“You must go on an…outing with me.”
“An outing?” Your face scrunched lightly. Then you gasped softly, eyes alight with something far too exuberant. “Do you mean a date?”
Wednesday cringed, breathing a quiet sigh through her nose. She stepped back to fully look at you, and you let her, dropping your hands back to your sides. Momentarily, she mourned the loss of your touch.
“You may call it whatever you want as long as I get to choose the location.”
“Alright, and where do you want this date to take place?” you inquired, smile a little too sly for Wednesday’s liking. But she simply grinned.
“The morgue. I’ve been itching to perform a proper autopsy lately. It’ll be nice to have a partner with all of their limbs.”
She watched the color drain from your face with a bit too much amusement. To your credit, you regained your composure faster than she thought you would.
“Ok, y-yeah, sure,” you stammered, eyes darting around the library. Wednesday’s eyebrows shot up.
“Really?”
“Yeah, totally.” You straightened up, taking an audible gulp as you tried your best to look unbothered. Her grin grew at the sight.
“Then I will pick you up from your dorm at 9:30 tomorrow night, got it?”
“Yep.” You nodded. She turned to leave but stopped.
She knew she should leave but…
Turning back on her heel, Wednesday grabbed your blazer and pulled your lips back to hers for one more kiss. This one was harder than the last, sure to noticeably bruise, but it was no less satisfying. Actually, the feeling of your body pressed flush against hers made it even more pleasant, she decided.
She allowed herself a moment to revel in your warmth, your taste again before stepping back and meeting your dazed eyes.
“See you tomorrow.”
Without another glance, Wednesday exited the library. The small smile on her face didn’t waver the entire journey back to her dorm. Not even when she passed the trashcan with all of her flowers.
If anything, her smile only widened at the promise of what was to come.
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I always had this idea in mind, hiro hamada x reader who gets extreme haircuts? (sorry if something is not coherent, I'm using Google Translate)
Hiro x Reader w Extreme/unique haircuts!
Pairing(s): Hiro Hamada x Gn!Reader
Ramona flowers core (Not actually just what I thought of when writing this)
Your hair is the first thing he takes note of when he first meets you
Then again, when the next week he sees you, you have an entirely different look
He thinks it’s sorta odd but doesn’t really think anything else of it
But when he does mention it to someone (prolly to someone in the group since that’s how you guys met)
They’re confused cuz it’s the norm for you
Ngl I feel like he’d be sorta embarrassed (for the lack of a better word) about it
Not rlly but yknow just sorta awkward about how your hair draws attention to you guys wherever you go
But eventually he realizes he shouldn’t feel this way since it’s all chill
As your relationship progresses he doesn’t really mention it but he does say when he likes the hairdo
Whether or not it’s known to him, he’s actually the inspiration for a lot of new looks of yours
He says his fav color is blue? Then you dye your hair blue
(Tv girl ref?-🤓)
Anyway
It’s probably not rlly that big until you ask hiro if he’d wanna help you dye your dead hair
Then he’s just like sure and you two actually end up going to the dollar store or something to get the dye and do it at his house
Cass was surprised when she got home that evening from shopping to find you with a plastic bag over your head but honestly? Doesn’t mind it
Just go downstairs to get the snacks she bought you guys
Plus it’s not rlly that shocking or notable until she gets a call from Hiro while she’s working the cafe (he doesn’t wanna bother her) and he asks if he could dye his hair
I mean she’s like sure, but how come?
Flashback to you asking hiro if he’d wanna dye his hair with you
Because we both know he won’t cut it in anyway you’re willing to
He ends up with a streak of your fav color and you with his
It’s cute until he turns over and your cutting your bangs, again
Honestly should’ve mentioned it earlier
But this was honestly shocking when he first saw it
You’re so nonchalant about your hair being cut, dyed, crimped, burnt, etc
He’s surprised it hasn’t completely died or fallen out))
Honestly? I wouldn’t be surprised if you had a social media account about your hair
And neither would Hiro tbh
If you do he’d honestly follow and like every post (supportive king)
That is until you approach him with cutting his hair
You’re lucky hiro even let you dye his hair
Don’t push it ☝️🤓
But yea honestly what were you thinking?
His hair is just fine, not every guy needs to go through that canon even of getting their lucious hair cut and be balded
It’s not a rite of passage and certainly not gonna happen here so move along
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