#forgot to reblog this like the airhead i am

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✧ SaneGiyuu Headcanon: The Married Life of Tomioka and Shinazugawa Sensei (Modern AU) ✧

Admin 15: Why, hello hello, welcome back my fellow SaneGiyuu stans to my mediocre Headcanon, before I get to the point allow me to say a million thanks for the likes and reblogs from the first HC, you guys are beautiful and kind, I love you guys so much, you guys don't have to but still Thank you, thank you and thank you, and for that, I shall gave you all tis simple crumbs I made from the bottom of my (high-key non-existent) heart enjoy the crumbs my friends

⚠ Warning: Implied NSFW ahead, please tread lightly! ⚠

Ay, ay, so let's see... Sanemi and Giyuu are married couples however no students knows but the staff and headmaster know about their relationship...or marriage in general

They live in a simple and affordable house, perfect for two (and even family of four lololol) and quite near the station

Sometime you wonder, who would wake up first? Surprisingly it's Giyuu, Sanemi would still sleeping coz yk, all the students homework he gotta examined and he had to stay up for that shit, poor Nemi sensei.

It's hard to wake him up, Giyuu would gently shake him so that he woke up although it gave him quite a while

So he invented a trick

"Sanemi, wake up, it's five am, we have to get ready"

"I graduated literally few years ago, I don't need school"

Oh you sweet, clueless, stupid, airhead hoe Sanemi Shinazugawa, You're a teacher...

Time to pull out big guns

(Slight NSFW warning)

*insert Giyuu moanin'* "Nemi~ come over to the bathtub with me please"

Needless to say, Sanemi jolt awake and rushed to the bathroom in order to join Giyuu (what a hoe *fifteen has been slayed*)

As nice as sharing a passionate morning baths, it has to end, Giyuu knows how proud his husband is with his body so he let two or three buttons left undo.

But BETCH YOU THOT HE GON SHARE WHAT'S HIS

"As nice to see your chest, you have to remember it's mine too"

And now he's "Jealous"oka Giyuu

Sanemi somehow find jealous Giyuu cute because he would pout, pout and pout.

Baby boy, baby

After dressing up, they had a breakfast together, just a simple bowl of rice and some salt marinated fish

If one of them finished the food first, they'll make the lunch for two

They made a bento, with ohagi, mochi or three coloured dumplings as desert

They didn't forget to brush their teeth after eat, don't worry, bare with them and their morning routine

Before they went to train station, they give MORNING KISSES, mostly on cheeks before they went off.

As they arrived at school, Giyuu immediately took out his bamboo sword and get ready.

"I'll see you at lunchtime, Danna"

"At least give your Danna a kiss before you go, Mr. Shinazugawa Giyuu..."

Giyuu roll his eyes and give his white haired husband a short sweet kiss before he went to the staff room.

Now skip to lunchtime

Giyuu is a bitch

Okay, I take it back!! He ain't a bitch, he just maybe a little late? He was chasing Kamado boy for violating the school rule by wearing that hanafuda earrings

He then decided to stop and join Sanemi having a lunch under the birch tree away from the people eyesight.

"The fuck took you so long, Giyuu?"

"Duty calls to chase Kamado around"

Sanemi roll his eyes, his husband is really stick to his duty seriously,....which is why he love his husband sense of duty.

They ate the bento while cloud watching together, and talk a lot of things, by how the students being whiny and doing stupid things or the commotion that Rengoku and Uzui sensei caused in today's class.

FEEDING EACH OTHER THE SEQUEL

They feed each other's food then even wipe the rice that stuck on the corner of their lips and would sensually licks it away

After they finished their food, they CUDDLE WHILE ENJOYING THE SWAYING WIND, SETTLING COMFORTABLY IN EACH OTHER'S ARMS.

AND PLAYING GIYUU'S HAIR

Giyuu is a small spoon so it's pretty obvious, lol

Sanemi thought Giyuu's Raven hair is so soft and fluffy, he couldn't resist the urge to run his fingers through it

Much soft, very floof, 19/10 would recommend to touch 👌🏻

When the bell rang, Sanemi groaned in disappointment, but Giyuu assure him that they'll see each others soon and give him a kiss on cheek

I'm fully aware of me skipping stuff but I had no choice, forgive me-

When teachers are allowed to go home, the two would take a brief stroll before they went to their home

HAND HOLDING AND WHISPERING THINGS HAD THE FUJOSHIS SQUEAL

When they passed a convinient store, they stopped for a bit in case both of them would cook something different for dinner

Giyuu is aware girls and guys staring at his husband

"Jealous"oka Giyuu pt.2

He wrapped his arms around Sanemi's waist and pouted and spoke in tiny

"ᴄᴀɴ ᴡᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ɢʀᴀʙ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏ?"

Sanemi had UwU attacks and sense his jealousy as people do stare at him and wrap his arm on Giyuu's petite waist

"Yeah sure thing, babe, let's just grab some ingredients and skedaddle"

Right at home, they take liberty on laying on the couch and straighten their legs.

"Sanemi, you smell sweaty"

"Pot calling kettle black, Giyuu"

"Go take a shower"

"No you"

"No you"

20 "no you"s later, they settle things by taking a shower together (again)

((SLIGHT) NSFW WARNING, NOT RECOMMENDED FOR POOR INNOCENT, CLEAN SOUL, IF YOU FIND IT DISTURBING JUST SKIP, FIND AN ADULT OR HIMEJIMA, PLEASE)

Things get a little heat up-

Sanemi can't stop f o n d l i n g that tiddie and pepper Giyuu's sensitive neck with butterfly kisses

His other hand I rather busy down there, ahem.

Sanemi couldn't stop whispering dirty yet sweet things to him, telling how beautiful he is, telling how Sanemi adore him and how Sanemi loves him

That went from 10 to 100 rather quickly

What do you know? They ended up love making in the shower.

The bathroom filled with Giyuu's erotic moans and Sanemi occasionally groans and growls-

Okay, I rest my case, End of NSFW

Once they're completely cleaned up Sanemi carried him with princess style and carefully put him down on their shared bed.

Sanemi dried his hair with a warm and loving smile on his scar decorated face, what did he deserves someone like Giyuu

🎶NEVER MIND I'LL FIND SOMEONE LIKE GIYUUUU 🎶 (Get the fuck out 15)

"We might miss the dinner you know... I'm sore..."

"Don't care, I have been well fed thanks to you"

Blushy Giyuu.jpg

"come on, let's just cuddle up, I need to recharge"

Giyuu had no choice but to oblige and make himself comfy on Sanemi's strong arms and warpped in the cozy duvet

In the end they fell asleep and forgot about dinner, and just sleep peacefully with a smile on their faces

Admin 15: So there we go, I realized the boys are rather OOC but, but I just can't help it, I'm so sorry *bows* well anyway that's the crumbs for today, I terribly apologize for grammar errors and mistakes or that if you don't like it, and thank you again!

[winchester90210]

The BH 90210 Rewrite. 1x17: Stand (Up) And Deliver.

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Read the previous chapter here!

Chapter Summary: Tensions run high when Brandon decides to run for class president.

Warnings: It’s like 90% angst this week. Everyone’s a jerk at some point in this. Brandon’s a jerk. You’re a jerk. Kelly’s a jerk. Just be prepared haha. There might be a swear word in there somewhere. If any of you find something that should be tagged in the warnings, let me know! 

Words: 4,100. 

My work is not to be reposted and/or edited without my expressed written consent. (Reblogging is fine and encouraged!!!)

A/N: Just a little disclaimer beforehand: I like Kelly. I know this chapter doesn’t exactly paint her in the best way, but all of the relationships will heal in due time. This one was really fun to write and I hope you all enjoy it! Let me know what you guys think!

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“Brandon, wait up!” You swerve around the clumps of people in the hall to catch up to him, “I’ve got a proposition.”

“Yeah? Your desk or mine?” He wraps his left arm around you, hand warm against your waist as he pulls you close.

 "Well, actually, Andrea has a proposition for you. I’m just the messenger,“ You slip a paper out of the folder in your hands and pass it to him. His head cocks, looking back at you peculiarly.

 “‘Run for office?’ Y/N/N… no one even knows me here.” 

“That’s what makes this so perfect, no one knows you enough to hate you or anything! Look, this is a good idea because from what Andrea told me, the rest of the candidates are a bunch of popular airheads. And with your Kennedy hair and actual set of morals, you’d be a total shoo-in! At least think about it, okay?” He pecks the top of your head, fiddling with the paper in his hand. 

“Yeah, I’ll think about it.”

-

“Yo, politicos! Last-minute dark horse entry into the class presidential elections!” One minor downfall to Brandon’s entry— David Silver. You forgot he was documenting the entire thing and you didn’t find out about it until he was there sticking a camera in your face and asking you what made Brandon such a ‘suitable candidate.’ You might just lose your mind. “Brandon Walsh, the new kid on the West Beverly block.”

“The sister is always the last to know,” Brenda grumbles, leaning back into the lockers as she watches her brother get relentlessly hounded by a few bulky cameras. 

“He kind of looks like a politician,” Kelly shrugs, “He’s got that Kennedy hair.” Kelly watches as well, though she’s much more interested than the candidate’s sister. Brandon turns down the hall and out of sight, the group of cameras following his every move. She bites her lip amorously. “It’s like a magnet.” 

“What?” 

“Power,” she smirks, a devilish glint in her eye. 

Brenda shoots her a warning glare, “Kelly, don’t.”

-

“What great news!” Mrs. Walsh gushes, “You know, we’ve always felt bad about moving here and screwing up your plans to run back home.” 

“Do you think you can pull it off?” Jim questions, sipping his afternoon coffee. 

“Oh! Definitely,” Donna makes her presence known at the entrance of the kitchen, with Kelly not too far behind and… suddenly you feel the urge to leave. Immediately. “The other guy’s a nobody too. No offense.” 

 “I’ve never been friends with a candidate before!” Kelly smiles, rounding the table to go over to Brandon, while you’re off by the kitchen counter with the other twin. 

“Friends with a candidate’s sister,” Brenda corrects. 

“Uh, right,” She nods,  “I’ve never even voted.” She sets her hand on him, her fingertips gently grazing his shoulder. 

Brandon clears his throat, shrugging her hand off of him and moving over to the counter, “Well, you gotta get involved, Kel. It’s important to try to change things.” 

“Oh, I plan to.” 

“Kelly!” Brenda urges. Once she realizes everyone’s eyes are on her, she readjusts herself. “Uh, didn’t you want to um, borrow one of my jackets? Because I have it upstairs if you want to come get it.” Huh. That was… weird. 

-

It’s the next morning, and you’re sitting there at the kitchen table with the Walshes, making button after button after button. It honestly felt like your hands were gonna fall off at this point. The things you do for that boy. 

“So there I was, listening to Donna being heckled and instantly I knew what to do!” Brenda grins, reminiscing about the previous night at The Fall Out. 

“That’s great, honey,” Jim smiles absentmindedly, “Would you pass me that glue, please?” 

“Bren, that’s incredible! You’ll have to drag me along next time, I so want to see that in action.” You’re the only one to actually acknowledge her as you help Cindy glue down something onto one of one thousand campaign buttons. Ugh, you could feel the blisters forming. 

“Definitely! Performance-oriented coffee houses are really happening, I mean, I really felt like a part of it!” 

“Right… Is this button crooked?” Cindy asks, holding it up to her chest to get a second opinion. 

“It’s fine, mom.” Brenda sighs, scooting her chair out from under her. She stands up with a silent huff and stomps to the foyer to greet whoever came to the door a few minutes prior. You know what you’re doing is for Brandon, but you can’t help but think about how Brenda’s holding up throughout all of this. I mean, her parents barely even acknowledge her existence at this point. 

“Well, I was up all night from that toxic cappuccino, thinking about what you said about getting involved…” Kelly’s purring at Brandon in the foyer while Donna stands idly by. “Brandon, I can help you win. I know everyone.” 

“Or how to glom onto everyone,” Donna mutters. 

“And that’s exactly what you need.” Kelly bargains. 

Brenda stalks over to the group, eyeing the persistent girl suspiciously. 

“Kelly, whenever political stuff comes on you switch to MTV,” She raises her eyebrows in disbelief as she objects. She isn’t gonna let Kelly sink her claws into her brother. Not on her watch.

“Look, help from anyone would be appreciated,” Brandon smiles politely, stepping back into the doorway as Kelly tries to bound closer. 

“Help doing what?” Andrea swoops in from behind Brandon and waltzes in through the open door, arms full of rolled up campaign posters. 

“I’m going to run Brandon’s campaign!” Kelly grins. 

“Kelly, he already has someone running his campaign,” Andrea reminds her.

“Yeah, I think Y/N already has it covered,” Brenda jumps in, nodding eagerly. 

“Well, isn’t there enough room for the both of us?” Kelly asks, hitching an eyebrow up. She folds her arms over her chest and starts at the candidate. 

“I really don’t think it’s a good idea, Kel,” Brandon agrees. 

“Oh, come on! You can never have too much help. It’ll be fun.”

-

“Here, I got some cute politician photos,” Kelly offers. Oh yeah. Kelly being here was a real help. “Try to model yourself after these guys, okay?”

“Well, I can see you’ve been busy,” You comment, peering over her shoulder to look at the pictures she prepared. “Gary Hart never even made it to the nominations, Kelly. Besides, what we need to be focusing on are the actual issues. Not if Brandon looks cute enough.” You go and sit back down at Brandon’s desk. 

“Yeah!” Brandon agrees enthusiastically, “See, I had this idea that we could feed the homeless people with all the surplus food they throw out of the cafeteria.” 

“That’s perfect!” You smile approvingly, tapping your fingers against the wooden desk. “And that’s why you’re going to win— you actually use your brain instead of just your face.” 

“Wait!” Kelly cautions, “We have to hit people with what they want for themselves.” 

“Hey,” you hear Brenda’s voice come from the conjoined bathroom, “Big news— I’ve got my own campaign going— to leave school.” 

“Brenda, that is a great idea!” Kelly exclaims, “Yeah, we’ll tell them they can leave school for lunch!” Oh dear.

Brenda stomps back into her room without hesitation and slams the door behind her. You sigh, lifting yourself from the seat. 

“Be right back, B,” you trail after your best friend into her bedroom, sitting beside her on her bed. “You’re serious about quitting school?”

“Yeah, I am serious, actually.” 

“Hey, y’know, in some cases, getting your equivalency could actually be more beneficial. Just because it’s not right for other people doesn’t mean it can’t be right for you.” Well… you didn’t think it was a great idea, but you weren’t about to tell her that. The last thing she needs right now is for another person to dismiss her. And hey, if anyone can pull it off, it’s probably her. 

“Tell my parents that,” she snickers, eyes rolling.

-

You can’t believe you’re even thinking this… but you are so sick of Brandon’s face. You can’t turn down a hall without seeing his picture, seeing his face staring right at you. “Brandon Walsh for CLASS PRESIDENT.”  It was mocking you at this point. And you know, you know, it was partly your idea. But it was mostly Andrea’s. And the idea was to work on the campaign with him as a team. A small two-person team. Maybe even three with Andrea. But not Kelly. Anyone but Kelly. 

You’re sitting with Brenda at  Fall Out and it feels good— getting out of school, out of your house, out of Casa Walsh. Not to mention the great coffee. 

“Rumor has it that some things you learn with Jack you never wanna unlearn,” Sky, the spunky redheaded barista whispers. 

“Are you two…” Brenda trails off, both hands wrapped around her warm coffee mug. 

“No way,” she giggles, “Even good sex ruins a good friendship.” The guy you had met earlier, Jack, treads over, plopping himself down on the empty seat at the table. “Listen, Jack, I really hate to ask you this, believe me… but it’s family crisis time again, I’ve gotta go up to Modesto.” 

“Forget it,” he scoffs,  “every time I house-sit for you we wind up in a fight. It’s always ‘you didn’t water the plants’ or  ‘you forgot to feed the guppy.’”

“Hey, you know, if you need a house sitter I might have a candidate,” Brenda smirks.

-

You watch, horrified as Brandon’s campaign video plays across the Walshes tv screen. It’s self-indulgent superficial nothingness as clip after clip of Brandon being cute and literally nothing else is displayed. This had to be the most incredible thing you’ve ever seen. No selling points, no talk about anything he’s looking to improve, not even a lousy bribe. Wonderful. Very smart move letting Kelly put this together. And it’s only getting better as it freeze frames, with David’s voice-over pulling through. 

“Bran the man! And he can deliver.”  You had to fight off every urge you had to laugh out loud. I mean… come on. Come. On! Bran the man? Way to go, Kel. 

“Bran the man?” Brandon’s just as confused as you are, mouth agape. You have to take a deep breath to suffocate the laugh that’s trying to claw its way up before you speak. And behind that laughter, there was just a little bit of anger. Juuust a little bit.

“Now, okay. As incredible as that was, Kelly, and I mean incredible— you told us… nothing.” 

“That’s the beauty of it! He doesn’t have to say anything.” 

“That’s not a good thing! He could be trying to reinstate nazis or the KKK into West Beverly and we’d have no idea. Brandon, you can’t possibly think this is a good idea!” You protest, eyes wide. 

“Hey, we all want to win, Y/N/N.” Okay. Make that a lot of anger. He was actually going to let that flaming piece of self-indulgent garbage be his campaign video? 

“Well, if this is your way of winning… I think there’s a part of me that actually wants you to lose. I’m out.“ You shove on your jacket, jumping up from your seat and start to foot it out the door.

“Hey, where are you going?”

You shrug carelessly, “I don’t know. Might grab some pie, might rent a movie, maybe a pizza. We’ll see.” You make it out before he can get another word in, the slamming of the door the only sound in the house now. Hah. Bran the Man. Unbelievable. 

“I can’t believe it,” Brandon mumbles, “she totally just deserted me.” 

“Well…” Kelly begins, “I’m still here, Brandon.” He lets out a gravelly sigh, shaking his head as he paces over to the bookshelves. 

“I don’t know. I think she’s right. The whole thing might be a little vain.” 

“Listen, Brandon,” she stalks over to him, voice lowering, “If you really want something… you have to go after it. Hard. Any means necessary.” 

That’s when it clicks for him. Had Kelly had been coming onto him this entire time? He looks down at his feet, chuckling sheepishly, a hint of bitterness peaking through. 

“I’m an idiot, aren’t I?”

 Kelly shakes her head, approaching closer and letting her arms snake around his neck. 

“I wouldn’t say so.” 

“Kelly,” he grabs her wrists and removes them from around him, setting them back at her sides.

“C’mon, no one has to find out,” she purrs, attempting to return to the previous position. 

This time, he’s not so gentle, practically flinging her arms off of him. “What’s your problem? She’s technically not even your girlfriend!" 

“But she’s not not my girlfriend. Just because we haven’t sat and talked and said ‘we’re dating’ doesn’t mean it changes our relationship. I love her, Kelly. And there’s nothing you or anyone else can do about that." 

“But—“ 

 “Let me rephrase this so you understand,” he continues, only speaking fractionally slower. Taunting her. “I’m not going to do this to Y/N. And I’m not gonna self-sabotage after one argument. I don’t know if I’ve been sending off the wrong signals or something— but I have no interest in you romantically. I agreed to let you help so I could get extra help on the campaign. Not so I could see your clumsy, evil attempt at trying to seduce me out of the relationship with the girl I love.” He clears his throat, “Now… Are we clear?”

Kelly exhales in defeat, eyes lightly lined with tears of embarrassment. “Crystal.” 

-

“This place is so cool!” You cheer as you enter through the front door of Sky’s apartment, cheese pizza in hand. 

“I know, right?!” Brenda beams, “I can’t believe I actually convinced my parents to let me stay here for a few days. Then again, maybe they’ve been so focused on Brandon that it slipped right by them.” 

“No way! Parents worship the ground their children walk on, they just never admit it,” you convince, throwing your jacket on the couch.

“That’s probably true,” Brenda laughs, “how’d you convince your parents?”

“I didn’t, Eric did. I swear that kid could talk his way out of a paper bag,” You set the pizza down on the coffee table, kicking your feet up. “So, our first order of business. What are we watching? Dirty Dancing or Risky Business?”

-

You sigh as you and Brenda watch her brother chat up a random jock. Tom or Todd or Mark or something. 

“Brandon hates that jerk,” She notices. Andrea joins you at your other side, scoffing.

“Yeah, well, jerks are voters too,” she adds. 

“I just can’t believe he let himself get manipulated this way!” Brenda might not be able to, but you sure can. 

“Major integrity loss,” Andrea laments. 

“And here comes Svengali,” you fawn sarcastically as Kelly struts her way over, nose wrinkled in disgust. 

“Brenda, how can you wear that costume?”

“Well, Kelly, you put one arm through one sleeve and one through the other,” Brenda taunts back. You’d think with the number of costumes Kelly wears that she’d be a pro by now. 

“First of all, Hippie Witch is out,” She hisses.

“It’s not hippie witch. It’s twin peaks and it’s very in, but that doesn’t matter.”

“What does matter is that it’ll hurt Brandon,” Kelly barks back. Yeah. Like she’s ever cared about Brandon.

“Just till elections, kay, Bren?” You don’t even notice Brandon until he’s there, directly in front of you. He’s like a pop-up book from hell, “so, are you guys coming to the campaign party at Donna’s?”

“As much as we’d love to, we have to stay and house sit for Sky,” you shrug.

“Sounds thrilling,” Kelly comments. 

“Well, Kelly, one day when you’re finally grown up enough to be on your own, maybe you’ll understand having responsibilities beyond finding the best shoes to match your outfit,” you snap. 

-

“Can’t you at least leave the chair?!” You call after the man that’s been carrying out Sky’s possessions for the last twenty minutes, but your voice is raw and it’s all in vain as he carries out the last of it. “There’s nothing left!” 

“Uh, you’re something,” Oh. Jack. Or was it Mark?

“They took everything,”  You bellow, “I mean, I could’ve tried to fight them to the death for it but I’m not sure that would have done any good. The repo man knows no bounds, apparently.” 

“I know, I saw ‘em cruise by. It’s pretty awful. But hey, at least it’s only things. We’ve got what’s important. You… me, Shakespeare the fish, and some Franco-American spaghetti.” He strides into the apartment and over to the oven, to which you follow. He holds his lighter up to it, but to no avail. You jump as there’s a knock at the door. You bounce over, figuring it’s Brenda. And… well, it is. And then some. 

“What’s going on?” You ask, Jack not far behind you. 

“Y/N/N, I’m sorry, I tried to get them to go somewhere else but they wouldn’t listen,” Brenda apologizes genuinely as the group of people push their way in, “Hey, Jack.”

“So this is the fish you’re feeding while the cat’s away, huh? Classy,” Kelly smirks. Crowd after crowd file their way into the apartment every time you believe they’re about to stop. “Where’s the food?”

“Well, I’m sorry, Kelly, but if I knew you were coming I would’ve stocked the place for you!” You retort, eyes narrowing. 

“I tried calling but the phone was disconnected,” she responds and sashays over to the fridge. 

“I’m here at the Walsh campaign party,” oh god. You’d know that voice anywhere. The joyous David Silver. “It’s sort of a standup event, everyone seems to be having a great time!” David speaks professionally to the camera as he walks through the front door and into the bare living room. You give a quick wave to Scott, who’s holding the camera as David continues to lay it on thick. “And here’s the candidate’s sister! The hostess with the mostest!” Brenda storms right up to David, ripping the microphone from his hand. 

“Get out!” The room goes silent as all heads are turned to her as Jack calmly grabs the mic. 

“Uh, friends. Yeomen. Country club men. Lend me those pierced ears. Listen up, how many of you really know what this candidate stands for?” Brenda slowly approaches Brandon, who was in the middle of chatting up potential voters. 

“Do you even know anymore, Brandon? I mean, you’ve sorta turned into this processed candidate, haven’t you? Leaving any real help, any honest shot of winning behind.” 

“David!” Kelly practically catapults herself across the room, grabbing David by the arm, “Why don’t we turn on the video, okay?” Damage control, you presumed. David moves to plug the tv in, but as soon as it goes into the outlet— darkness. And not the metaphorical deep kind of darkness, but literal darkness. The power goes out. 

-

“No manager is listed! What do I do, ring all the bells?” You lament as you turn around to go back into the apartment, met by Steve at the doorway. 

He mumbles as he breezes past you, “Low-rent city, Y/N/N.”

“You’re welcome, Steve!”

“Hey, where’s the fuse box?” Oh joy, the candidate himself. 

“No clue.” 

“No offense, but you really have the apartment from hell!” Kelly snickers. And that’s your finishing touch, tonight. Between the power going out, everything getting repossessed, and Brandon and Kelly the power couple from hell, you can’t take it anymore. 

“You know, you guys just showed up!” You start, arms folded, “You just burst in, not even thinking that Brenda and I might have a life, just assuming that it would be fine to invite yourself to someone else’s apartment!” 

“Y’know, you could’ve been a little more supportive and offered the apartment,” Brandon jeers. 

“Supportive?! Give me a break! What about you, Brandon?! You’ve been so vain and self-absorbed these past two weeks that I’m not even sure you’re the same guy anymore!” You snarl out, and you can almost guarantee that all the neighbors are now privy to the drama, but at the moment you really don’t care. You try to stop the words but the more they flow out the harder they are to stop. You can feel the burning in your eyes as they well up, “and you, Kelly!” You can hear the disgust rolling off your tongue as you say her name, “You just hate when anyone besides yourself gets attention, so you decide to console yourself on Brandon! Why can’t you go for any of the millions of guys in Beverly Hills, why do you have to always go straight for your friend’s boyfriends?!” 

You pause for a moment and inhale deeply, “Look. You guys have had no problem passing me right by, so why don’t you both just keep on going and leave me the hell alone?” 

“C’mon, Y/N. Don’t do this now!” He whips you back around, his grasp firm but gentle enough that if you wanted to keep walking, you could. You look him dead in the eye as your voice softens.

“I’m sorry, it bad timing for your campaign?” 

Brandon sighs, and when the light catches his eye you can see he’s just as thrilled with this fight as you are, tears delicately rimming the edges. He releases his grip on your arm. Taking your hand in his instead, apologetically, he drops his voice down to match yours. 

“I gotta go now. Are you sure you don’t want to come?”

“I don’t even think I want to vote. But hey, you know what, Brandon? Congratulations. You might really have what it takes to be a politician.”

-

“Mr. Walsh, your proposals please.” 

“Uh, my first order of business will be to get rock bands every Friday at lunch.” The room breaks out in an erupting cheer as you and Brenda watch amusedly off to the side. You look down at the “Walsh for Class President” button in your hand, fidgeting with the metal clasp between your fingers as a brief chant of “Walsh! Walsh! Walsh!” starts. God, he had them eating out of his fingers at this point. 

His opponent, Michael Miller, leans into the mic. His voice rings throughout the room skeptically as the cheers settle, “How do you plan to implement this?”

“Well, Uh…” He swallows, “Contact the bands.”

“It’s a little more complicated than that. There are releases and— and permits and insurance. When I was assistant activities committee chairman—“that doesn’t sound like a real title but whatever“—I brought in bands for the prom. Are you aware of all the red tape involved?” 

“Uh…” Come on, Brandon. Say something. “No.” Uh-oh. “But you are. And that’s just one of about fifty reasons why you’re more qualified to be president than I am.” 

Your hear Kelly’s enraged whispers from behind you, “What the hell is he doing?” As you smile down at your hands you know exactly what he was doing. He was being Brandon. 

“And you certainly run a more honorable campaign. During the two weeks of total campaign madness, I set out to be an honest reputable candidate. I ended up with a vague campaign and I seriously hurt the people I love along the way. Not only that, but I’m nowhere near as experienced you as you are. And that’s the reason why I’m throwing my support to you… Mr. President.” Unanimous frustration spreads across the room, groans and everyone else’s aggravated yells sounding out. But you? You’re trying to keep your grin down. 

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"Hey, B.” You approach him in the hallway as he skids to a stop, letting Steve wander off with Donna and Kelly.

“Oh, hey. You want to talk?" 

"I think we better,” you pause, “I can’t believe you dropped out… I mean, Steve was gonna stuff the ballot box for you and everything. He’s a real friend, that Steve.”

"I’m sorry." 

"Wait– why?" 

"You were right. I was self-absorbed. I got so wrapped up in trying to win any way that I could that in the long run all it did was push you away. I’m sorry."

"I’m sorry too,” you sigh, “as soon as things didn’t go as I planned I ran off. I think it’s safe to say we both did our share of messing up this week." 

"Me a little more so than you, but yeah. I’d say so,"  he nods in agreement. As you peer to the nearest wall, you’re met with yet another Brandon Walsh poster. You smile deviously, yanking a sharpie out of your purse. You raise the marker to the poster and begin to sketch a goatee onto his black and white face with the real one off to your side, chuckling at your immaturity. You hand the sharpie off to him so he can continue to defile his own face. "Remind me to thank Andrea for this experience, will you?" 

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[yakkaxna-blog]

Hello, hello! This is moo with yet another disaster!

Multi-OC

Independent 

Canon & OC friendly ( obviously )

Multi-ship & multi-verse

NSFW friendly 

I’m sure I forgot some stuff because I’m an airhead but if you have any interest in interacting with a complete sunshine that is also a criminal, a witch that only tolerates others, or a complete brat, please this give this is LIKE or REBLOG! I am still putting new stuff together to fully define my boys but I shall try not to disappoint!

[digiitalis]

SHIPPING INFO | ABOUT MUN. REPOST DON’T REBLOG

✧ WHAT’S YOUR OTP FOR YOUR MUSE ? Alright, let’s break this down by active muse, I suppose? Kurama is sort of a funny duck when it comes to shipping, at least my muse is. I started out not shipping him with anyone, then @uurameshii​ ‘s Yusuke came along and now here we are. Never been more YusukexKurama trash than now. I also have a long lasting OTP of Kurama with Kuronue which came back to life with @thievingbat​ ‘s Kuronue. And now they’re an OT3 so that’s great! Otherwise I trend toward friendships with Kurama. 

Jin is basically fighting sexual. That’s to say, if you’re nice to him and can beat the shit out of him, he’ll like you. I don’t have any active ships on tumblr with him, but I’ve always been JinxTouya trash. Just sayin. YusumexJin is a BROTP to end all BROTPs. 

Jude. Poor. Poor Jude. He can’t catch a break. My OTP for him is JudexHappiness. or JudexSweets. I’d like for him to meet a nice boy though. 

And finally, Khint. I’ve had some ships for him in the past. Mostly KhintxHis Dead Wife, KhintxPrell Dwoss ( @thislovelylady​ ‘s OC ), and KhintxCassia ( @thislovelylady​ ‘s Muse’s Mom) Lol. Basically he is a dad in need of a partner parent, which is hilarious. 

✧ WHAT ARE YOU WILLING TO RP WHEN IT COMES TO SHIPPING ? I’m not really 100% sure about this? Most typical types of prompts are alright. Angst, fluff, even fighting or crack nonsense. But those are granted. The big question is, of course, SMUT. I’m pretty ace. Like, not sex repulsed or anything, but not really interested. So smut is more of a “we’re comfortable with each other as muns and our muses know each other well and you’d like to do some SINNING so let’s do it!” Kind of thing. It’s deeply unlikely that I’ll do it with you if you just ask randomly. This takes some real character trust and development, and personal connection between me and the other mun. 

Otherwise, AUs, Crossovers-- all of that’s okay. Even toxic relationships, so long as we’re clear they are toxic, and slow burn. All good. Don’t expect an automatic yes for shipping though. I prefer to have our characters be friends and build up a relationship than just start out as a ship. (The exception to this is characters who have preexisting relationships. Even then it’s better to build off of it. Have just as many shipping threads as ‘hey you dick you forgot to buy milk’ threads.)

✧ HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE ?

For characters, age gaps depend. Kurama is 1000+ (I have him around 3000 for reasons) year old fox demon. Thus, everything is cradle robbing. So he’s good as long as the ship partner is of legal age. Jin is similar. For Jude and Khint, as they are human, I’m good with a ten-ish year window, still given that they are of legal age. So Jude is okay with 20-30ish, Khint is more in the 35-45 window. 

For Muns, you MUST BE OVER 18. I can’t stress this enough. Even non sexual romance is a bit weird. We can be friends, though!

✧ ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING ?: Short answer, yes. Long answer, shipping is more of a function of compatibility of muns than of muses. With the right muns, relationships between characters can grow easier, and even find their niche as either worst enemies, best friends, or lovers. I usually ship with people I get to know well, and build a friendship with before immediately shipping. If it turns out that we’re both excited about something and we have compatible personalities, it usually turns out to be a ship. Of course OTPs and things do influence shipping, so do character personalities, but ultimately it comes down to the Mun. 

That being said, if I don’t want to ship with you, or I’m tentative about it that does not mean I don’t like you! It just means I don’t know you well enough or I’d prefer the muses to stay friends. :)

✧ HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY’RE CONSIDERED NSFW?   Once naughty bits are involved. Yeah. That’s when read more goes up. I wouldn’t expect much NSFW content on this blog though. (Outside of my favorite sin cryptid-- you know you you are. Me ‘n Jani love you.) 

✧ WHO ARE OTHER MUSES YOU SHIP YOUR MUSE WITH ? My Kurama currently has two official ships. @uurameshii​ ‘s Yusuke and @thievingbat​ ‘s Kuronue. Sometimes separate. Sometimes together. I’m open to other people, but that’s who I currently have. Everyone else is friend-zoned until further developments. 

Jin is not being shipped with anyone. He has a small crush on 90% of the yu yu crew though. How could he not with all of these strong people about. Yeesh. 

Jude is also not currently shipped with anyone. Like Jin, he just ends up with a lot of crushes. Most of the time they are unrequited and he is a very sad child. It’s okay Jude, you have your chocolate chip cookies. 

Khint is being shipped with @thislovelylady​ ‘s muse’s Mom Cassia. Yes. Because parent ships. Good. (I need to hop on that I’m so sorry.)

✧ DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU ? Please please please ask. Things like unrequited crushes are fine without permission, but send me an im or something if you want it to develop into mutual stuff. Maybe I’m feeling the same as you! We can ship! But if you don’t ask and either A. Say nothing but have your muse come on to mine or B. Say nothing ever. There will be no ship. That’s on you. And if your muse comes onto mine strongly without talking to me first, I might end up blocking you. Because that shit makes me hyper uncomfortable. 

✧ HOW OFTEN DO YOU LIKE TO SHIP ?: I’m pretty exclusive about ships. I am multi-ship, but I’ve said it before, I usually reserve it for friends and people who talk it out with me. I actually prefer friendships to romance-- and prefer friendships that become romances even more. 

Furthermore, if your character’s only interest in mine is SHIPPING then I’m deeply unlikely to ship. That’s not what I’m here for. And that’s not what my muses want. Kurama is an old fox demon. Childish love at first sight romances are a no go. Jin is an airhead who wants to fight. He’s not gonna want an immediate significant other without at least punching them first. Jude is an emotional baby who will get hurt if a relationship is shallow. Khint is not for that romance-y gushy stuff. 

If you wanna start rping with a ship, we need to talk through extensively: how they met, why they like each other, how their relationship works, etc. Not be afraid to talk to me, but I may insist on a thread or two of them as friends or strangers.

✧ ARE YOU SHIP OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS ? I’m not obsessed. But once I have my ship. It is my ship. My child. I want them to be happy. Or deeply unhappy if that’s how that ship works. I will devote myself to the ship. 

...Okay not that dramatic, but I like my ships once they exist.

✧ ARE YOU MULTISHIP ?  Yeah! More or less. I don’t know how I feel about multiples for the same ship though. 

✧ WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE SHIP(S) IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM ? I’m currently a mainly Yu Yu Hakusho blog. So ships there, I like... KuramaxYusuke, YusukexKeiko, KuramaxKuronue, JinxTouya, KuwabaraxYukina, KuwabaraxKurama, ShishiwakamaruxSuzuki, GenkaixSome peace and FUCKING QUIET... yeah. There are probably more but who knows. 

I’d like to point out that KuramaxHiei is not there. Now, it used to be a huge OTP for me, but for some reason, in recent years, I stopped shipping it. -shrugs-

✧ FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU ?: You can start by making a pentagram. In each corner lay out the following items: salted caramel, a pre-order of Kingdom Hearts 3, some green tea, a vulpix item, and something red. Light a candle in the center with hell fire and if your home becomes covered with glitter, it’s working. 

Or if you don’t have hell fire, messaging me works too. Or sending me a meme or two then messaging me. Or giving me compliments then messaging me. 

TAGGING: @thislovelylady @keikoxyukimura @vinelashed @gaoxthe @kurcnue TAGGED BY: @uurameshii

[thesundanceghost]

our most brilliant friends

Days like this were what Max lived for.  Days full of friends, food, and sunshine. She felt wonderfully lazy, the sun burning at her pale arms, the cool bite of the ice cream against her tongue.

Dustin looked even more relaxed somehow, eyes fixed on the cone in front of him, and the sun glinting off his hair.  Max had learned quickly that despite his affection for basements and arcades, Dustin thrived in the sun.  It was like they were one and the same-- warm and bright.  Not that she’d ever say that out loud.  The boys would never let her live down a metaphor as rough as that one.

“Okay, um, Airheads or Pez?” Dustin asked as he took a bite out of his waffle cone.  He’d almost finished with his ice cream already, while Max was still steadily making her way through hers.

“Airheads,” Max responded without hesitation.  She took another bite of her banana split and spoke with a full mouth. “X-Men or Justice League?”

Dustin made a face at the question.  “X-Men, no doubt… Um, Michael Jackson or Prince?”

“Michael,” Max answered after a moment’s thought.  She was about to respond with another question when a third voice spoke up, making them both jump.

“Hey fatso!” Dustin’s eyes darted immediately to the road.  Max felt her blood boil as she spotted Troy Matthews leaning out the window of an older friend’s car, laughing smugly.  He glanced back at his friends.  “He looked, you guys!”

Max looked back at Dustin, whose familiar smile had vanished from his face.  He didn’t look scared or upset, just resigned as he watched the other kids.

“Hey Toothless, maybe you can chew on this too!” Troy called.  Before either Max or Dustin could react, Troy was throwing something hard towards them.  Dustin flinched as something hit his pant leg, leaning a bright pink splash, and they both stared at it, relaxing when they realized it was just a half-eaten pint of strawberry ice cream.

The car began to drive away, and Max was on her feet, grabbing her skateboard angrily.  How dare they talk to him like that?  She’d give those losers something to chew on for sure.

“Max,” Dustin spoke up.  Her head whipped towards him quickly, but he looked completely relaxed, still sitting at the picnic table.  “Don’t worry about it.  They’re long gone anyway.”

Max watched in slight confusion as Dustin just bent down to pick up the ice cream.  The top had fallen off, and some of the melted ice cream had spilled out, but it was still at least half-full.

“Amateurs,” he said with a chuckle.  “If you’re gonna throw ice cream at someone, at least make it a cone or something.”

Dustin grabbed a napkin off the table to wipe at his jeans.  “That’s definitely gonna leave a stain.  But hey, free ice cream, right?”

He grinned up at her, looking as happy as he did two minutes ago, as if nothing had happened.  Max frowned at him as she made her way back to the table, sitting hesitantly across from him. She still felt tense and angry, and she knew that if those douchebags came back she'd be chasing them down in a second, but Dustin seemed completely happy-go-lucky once again.

“Max, if you don’t start eating soon, I’m gonna finish this by myself,” Dustin warned.  He took another bite before suddenly flinching and bringing his hands to his head.  “Ah! Brainfreeze!”

Dustin squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head as if to scatter the cold from his head.  His curls bounced around wildly, a sight that would usually make Max chuckle, but she barely paid attention to now.  She kept frowning, staying quiet as Dustin eventually felt better and returned to his dessert.

“How does that not bother you?” Max suddenly blurted out loudly.  Dustin looked up at her in surprise.

“The ice cream?” He asked slowly, confused.

Max huffed, burying her spoon back in the vanilla sundae, which was starting to melt together with the chocolate syrup and maraschino cherries, the banana buried underneath. “The names.”

Dustin relaxed, giving a nonchalant shrug.  “I’ve heard worse.  I don’t really care.”

“But they’re terrible to you!” Max protested.  She didn’t get how he could be so chill about this.  “They’re dicks, and you shouldn’t have to listen to that shit.”

Dustin frowned at her, like he was finally understanding that something was wrong.  “I dunno.  Everything they say is just stupid.  I mean, if you want to get technical about it, he’s right.  I am missing teeth, and I am chubby.  They’re not even insults, really, just statements of facts.”

Max frowned at that, feeling defensive for him.  “So?  That doesn’t matter.”

Dustin nodded.  “Exactly.  That’s why it doesn’t bother me.”

Max sighed, resting her chin on her hands as she thought.  She wished she could be more like Dustin, more carefree and confident, even though he never came close to seeming arrogant.  He was just happy, comfortable in his own skin, and she envied that.  Even now, minutes after being called fat by a bunch of losers, Dustin was still eating away at the ice cream in front of him just because he wanted to.  

“I don’t get how you do it,” Max spoke up quietly, biting her lip.  “I care about everything. Every little comment, every odd glance-- I can’t stop thinking about it.  Everything just makes me so angry.  But you just don’t care what people think.  I wish I could do that.”

Dustin frowned thoughtfully, setting his spoon aside.  “That’s not true.  I care what people think. Just not those people.”

Max glanced up at him, pursing her lips.  She looked at him with question in her eyes, waiting for him to expand.

Dustin huffed a breath, frowning as if trying to gather his thoughts.  He was quiet for a second before shrugging, meeting her eyes.

“The way I see it is, I’ve got all these really great people hanging around me.  I mean, I’ve got kickass friends, right? We basically saved all of those losers’ asses last year, whether they know we did or not.  We saved the whole damn town.

“And even without any of that stuff, you’re all still awesome.  Like, Mike’s a dork, but he’s one of the best people out there, and definitely the best Dungeon Master to ever live.  And Lucas is wicked smart, and crazy brave.  And Will came back from the dead and he’s still the nicest person in this town.  El literally has superpowers.  And Max, you’re the most badass girl in our school.  Actually, scratch that, you’re the most badass kid in our school.”

Max felt herself blush at that, even though she still didn’t know where this was going.  Dustin continued.

“So like, why should I care about what some knuckleheads think about me when I’ve got these way better people telling me I’m pretty cool?  What’s the point of having awesome friends if I’m just gonna ignore what they think and pay attention to some other losers?  It seems kinda messed up to me.”

Max blinked at that.  It sounded so simple when he put it like that.

“I mean, it’s not a perfect system,” Dustin concluded, giving a small shrug.  “It’s not really that easy, and it still sucks sometimes.  But it’s a start.”

Max felt the corners of her lips begin to pull up into a smile. Maybe there were a lot of people who overlooked Dustin and brushed him aside, but she knew how special he was.

Max jumped as Dustin leaned over and began to pour the liquid strawberry ice cream into her melting sundae.  He laughed and pulled back when she swatted at him in irritation.

“Dick!” She exclaimed, though she was laughing.  She looked down at her ice cream, which was now an unpleasant swirl of white, brown, and pink.  After a second she grinned, looking up at Dustin, who was watching her happily.

“You know what we should do?” She asked, grinning slowly as she developed the idea.

“Mix all of the ice creams together and create one supreme milkshake and then race to finish it?” Dustin asked excitedly, a gleam in his eye.

Max nodded wildly, and they wasted no time in pouring the sundae back into the strawberry container.

“Mush up the banana more, mix it in!” Dustin exclaimed happily.  “No taking out the cherry stems either, everything stays!”

“Put the rest of your waffle cone in too!” Max pointed out, grabbing at it and crumbling it in her hands, making Dustin’s eyes brighten even more.

Soon their conversation was taken over by laughter, and Max forgot all about the altercation, instead focusing on the creation in front of them.

It wasn’t until later, when they were making their way home slowly, both stuffed from ice cream, that Max brought it up one last time.

“Hey Dustin?” She said.  Dustin looked over from his bike, tilting his head to the side in question.  She grinned at him happily.  “You’re the coolest guy I know.”

The grin she got in return was blinding, and she knew she’d been right.  Dustin Henderson was pure sunshine, and anyone who couldn’t see that was an idiot.

Author’s Notes: I keep telling myself I need to wait until Season 2 to write anymore Max fics but I like cannot stop myself oops. Anyway, if you liked it, please please please reblog this!!!  It means a lot!