#his fucking blonde and black hair is ! IT ! FOR ME !

[dekustowel]

[12: that time she met the parents]

synopsis - in light of a major controversy that causes his fan support to dwindle significantly, katsuki bakugou is forced to do anything possible to garner back the affection of his fans before the announcement of the year's hero rankings. katsuki has two options: either "date" japan's most-adored social media star, in hopes of her amazing reputation bringing up his, or kiss that #1 spot goodbye. it's a no-brainer what he chooses. and it shouldn't matter at all, right? it's a fake relationship. nothing more, nothing less.

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Your eyes quickly darted up from your phone catching on to something that would leave anyone that bled red speechless.

now to make something perfectly clear - you never thought katsuki bakugou was ugly.

not in school, when you'd see him in the hall. bakugou was unapproachable in his own right - and believe it, your friends tested that theory often. there was an unspoken beauty about him, said in a whisper from lips that knew they would never meet his.

he was not ugly when you lived separate lives and only saw him on billboards and your television screen. there are enough people in japan with bakugou's face plastered across their shirts, their rooms, and their bodies, that you could never deny his beauty had only amplified over the years.

you could always appreciate that the boy wasn't ugly.

'not ugly' isn't how you would describe seeing him today, leaning against the nicest car you've ever seen, with a grimace that would make anyone smart enough turn in the other direction.

today, katsuki bakugou stands tall and striking, with blonde hair that catches the light just right, framing a face carved with sharp, almost ethereal features. his eyes, a vivid and unsettling shade of red, holding an intensity that made it hard to look away. he's definitely a little more than 'not ugly'.

when the fuck did you start noticing details about his fucking eyes?

you pushed down any semblance of a reaction to the masterpiece before you as you wearily approached him.

"you look good," was not supposed to be said out loud, but your body's doing all kinds of weird gymnastics today, so you accept that you've said it and search his crimson eyes for a response.

katsuki doesn't dignify what you just said with a response.

instead, his eyes rake over you in what appears to be fucking disgust, as he opens the car door, feigning any illusion of a gentlemanly bone in his body.

you're barely able to get all your limbs safely in the car before bakugou slams it closed and walks around to the driver's side.

it's going to be such a long afternoon.

the car ride is mostly silent other than the low hum of an unrecognizable artist playing over the radio.

you take a moment to look at the interior of katsuki's car. black, like his fucking soul, and absolutely spotless. leather seats, probably so it's easier to clean the blood of his sacrifices off of. manual, because bakugou obviously wants you to know he's better than you in every way.

he probably never even stalls.

you laugh to yourself before your eyes zero in on his radio.

he listens to music, like the rest of us. this shouldn't surprise you, he's human. but it's an insight into the katsuki bakugou novelty. and your next move lines up with all the other impulsive ones so far for the afternoon.

you reach over and turn up his radio to just about max volume.

I thought that I was dreaming When you said you loved me

"you like Frank Ocean?!" you just about yelled, causing katuski to jerk the wheel a little bit.

"are you fucking insane, don't do that!" he scolds, turning down the radio to a more manageable volume, "and what's it to you?"

"i love Frank Ocean."

"not very uncommon, most people do."

"i guess, i just didn't realize you fell into the category of most people," you look out of the window as the sunset cascades down one of musutafu's nicer neighborhoods, "it's refreshing. you're human."

"get out of the car, y/n." you hadn't noticed the car come to a halt in front of a particularly nice house. it looked like the kind of house that loved poured out of. the sort of house that contains and produces well-rounded, delightful members of society. how katsuki bakugou lived here his whole life, you don't fucking know.

"so, this is where you grew up," you mutter, folding your arms over your chest, and leaning against the car door.

"what's it to you?" he snaps, his voice cutting through the air just as the driver-side door slams shut with a hard thud, matching the edge in his tone.

"nothing," you say, letting a smirk slip as you stand upright. "i just didn't know you were a little rich kid," you add, your tone light but taunting, a crooked smile playing at your lips as you glance his way

"have you realized im god's favorite yet?"

you laugh a little at his comment before mindlessly slipping your hand into his as he walks by. bakugou stops, turning to you with—well, it's hard to place his reaction—you've never seen it before. it’s agitation.. but softer?

it's convoluted, like everything involving katsuki bakugou.

"what’re you doing?" he demands, his gaze fixed on your interlocked fingers. despite the edge in his tone, he makes no move to pull away, his hand staying right where it is.

'holding your hand?"

"why?"

"for your parents, so we look like a couple?" you ask, voice midly irritated as you start to pull your hand away, "do you want me to let go?" But just as you begin to slip free, his grip tightens, holding you in place. suddenly, you’re acutely aware of the warmth and solid feel of bakugou’s hand, more comfortable than you'd expected.

his grip is firm as he drags you toward the front door, his strides confident and unfaltering. meanwhile, your stomach twists with nerves, each step making you more aware of how close you’re getting to his parents’ house. you try to keep up with his pace, but your pulse races, and you find yourself squeezing his hand a little tighter—hoping he doesn’t notice just how nervous you really are.

"callm down," he says simply.

you swallow, the anxiety tightening in your chest. "what if they don’t like me, katsuki?"

he scoffs. "doesn’t matter, ‘cause we’re not actually dating, idiot."

unhelpful.

you don’t even look at him, too consumed by the dread pooling in your stomach.

this was a bad idea. im going to kill Mina. this was a terrible idea.

"hey," he says more gently, an arm slipping around your shoulders. a warmth spreads through you, chasing away the knots of fear. "relax," he murmurs.

you glance up, eyes wide. "everyone likes you. just calm down, all right?"

you're barely even able to process the interaction you were just a part of before the front door comes swinging open, presenting the clear explanation for bakugou's good looks and charm.

she really is a milf. fuck.

"jesus, katsuki! it's fucking cold, you're gonna just stand there gawking at her and let her catch a fever?" the woman, who you can easily assume is bakugou's mother, beckons for you both to come inside.

"the pictures don’t do you justice; you’re absolutely breathtaking," she beams, pulling you into a warm embrace. as you bask in her warmth, her eyes sparkle with mischief. "but why are you with my son? you could do so much better, sweetheart."

"thanks, mom." bakugou deadpans.

"shut it, twerp. im talking to your girlfriend," his mom snaps back, a hint of annoyance in her voice.

"matsukawa, come meet your future daughter-in-law!" she calls out, her voice echoing through the room. A deep blush creeps up your neck at the thought, and you nervously scan the space, trying to steady your breathing.

your gaze accidentally locks with bakugou’s, and in that fleeting moment, something in his expression takes you completely off guard. there's an intensity there, a mix of vulnerability and warmth that absolutely floors you.

but as quickly as it happens, he turns away, leaving the moment hanging in the air.

completely unacknowledged.

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FUN FACT: Mitski and Matsukawa already googled everything they'd need to know about y/n before Mitski messaged Bakugou. they already liked her! they really just wanted to see their bratty son ;)

thank you for reading!

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[maybefalsefacts]

The first time Logan saw Wade in drag, he thought someone broke into their apartment

Visually, Logan had no initial recognition.

Long blond hair. Big chest. Smooth skin. Tight dress. Tall boots. Long gloves.

Logan would have unsheathed his claws and tore the intruder to shreds for daring to invade his den.

Would have.

If not for those familiar baby blues staring out at him in shock and horror.

Logan knew those eyes. Knew them like he knew every star in the sky. Knew them like he could walk their apartment blindfolded and drunk.

Then he smelled the weird mix of makeup and hair products that came from the assortment of shoeboxes Wade kept on the top shelf of their closet.

Hanging up his jacket and toeing off his boots, Logan closed the door behind him. Stepping closer, he found the underlying scents of Wade's coconut body wash and the bitter smell of death that followed the merc everywhere.

Looking closer, Logan noticed the other details. Wade's waist. Wade's arms. Wade's thighs. Wade's fingers tapping irratically. Wade's breathing picking up.

Wade was frozen.

Logan was home early. Wade hadn't planned on getting caught. He hadn't wanted Logan to see.

Logan was... Confused. But, ever the supportive boyfriend, "You look nice. Going somewhere?"

As Wade buffered, Logan walked casually to the kitchen. He pulled a root beer (he was trying to cut back on real beer) from the fridge and snagged a piece of jerky from the fancy jar on the counter (it was too heavy for Puppins to move and she couldn't open it. Her dog treats were in the matching jar beside it).

Back in the living room, Logan got comfy in his recliner and raised an eyebrow at Wade.

Finally snapping out of it, he started messing with his dress and gloves. "Ummm... You're... Home early?"

Cracking open his root beer, "Yeah. Power outage in the shop. It won't be fixed till tomorrow, so they sent everybody home."

Wade nodded absently, looking anywhere but at Logan. "Makes sense."

Puppins lept up onto Logan's lap and he patted her absently. To Wade, he gently called, "Hey, you alright?"

Wade straightened, "What? Yeah! I'm great! I'm excellent. I'm-"

Sensing a long-winded ramble coming on, Logan cut him off, "Wade."

Wade flinched.

Logan waited.

When Wade's eyes finally found their way to his, Logan held out a hand.

Slowly, Wade stepped gracefully around the couch, heels clicking on the hard wood.

Pushing Puppins back to the floor and setting his drink aside, Logan gently pulled Wade down to sit on the arm of the chair. He put one arm around Wade's waist and the other brought those sexy black boots across his lap.

Though Wade came willingly, he chewed on his cherry-painted lips the whole time.

There were times when all Logan had to do was wait for Wade to talk. Let the other man ramble until he got to the real topic. This, clearly, was not one of those times.

Reaching up, Logan used his thumb to pull Wade's poor lip from between his teeth. Softly, "Do you want to tell me why you're getting all dressed up? Or just skip to me telling you that you didn't have to hide it?"

Wade's eyes met Logan's once more, full of disbelief and hope. "I... I know it's weird bu-"

Logan cut him off again, "No. Putting ketchup on your pancakes is weird. This is-"

"Disturbing? Disgusting? Gay? An insult to masculinity?"

Logan frowned, "I was going to say, this seems very important to you. Especially since you were so worried about my reaction that you didn't want me to know about it at all."

"Oh." Wade looked down at his hands, playing with his fingers. "Um..."

"Wade."

Wade flinched again.

"Does this make you happy?"

Wade continued to stare down at his hands. Eventually, he gave the smallest of nods.

Logan nodded too, like that settled the matter. Because it did.

"Well, then, go have fun. Go drink, or dance, or fuck around, or Femme Fatale, or whatever it is you do. And, when you come home, I'm going to bend you over the couch and fuck you until you smell mine again."

Wade blinked at him wide-eyed, unable to believe what he was hearing.

Logan was just... Letting him go? Sending him out? Like this? He wasn't disgusted? Or jealous? Or weirded out?

Completely overwhelmed by how amazing his boyfriend was, Wade leaned down and kissed Logan senseless.

[fullfriendnerdclutch]

Unfortunately for Franco, there's not many streets that are safe from petty thieves nowadays, including the spot where he parked his car. Seeing an opportunity to gain some quick bucks, Leo stealthily opened the car to steal the scattered phone and its earphones plus some fake jewellery that Franco stashed inside the car. Leo proceeds to run away with the stolen goods, his mind already thinking about the potential money that he could gain from the sales of the item. But a notification startled him, "New Job" it says and the message somehow leads to the phone automatically unlocked on its own. It seems like it's an audio that continues to play so Leo put on the earphone

"Gender: Male, Age: 22, Height: 6'2", Weight: 205 lbs"

In an instance, Leo found himself frozen on the spot as his body altered beyond comprehension. The way his 6'5", 157" statuesque form densed as his bones shortened yet muscle swole due to the order looked straight out of body horror sci-fi movie. As the tattoos that scattered across his face vanished to showcase a clear youthful skin and the muscle growth stopped, another lulling voice flows into his receptive ears

"Hair Color: Dark Brown, make it wavy; Eye Color: Sage Green; Facial Hair: Pornstache; Body Hair: No! Hairy only in his pits!"

He might not be able to see it, but his jet black iris already turned into a sparkling green that can hypnotize anyone that stared at it while his damaged bleach blonde hair turned into healthy brown locks. The growing moustache matched the shades of his now brown hair and it sits right above his lips and framed it nicely and somehow he unconsciously smirked as he managed to turn around to found his reflection in one of the closed store display by the side of the street

Satisfied with the reflection, he still heard another sound still coming out from the headphone so he then decided to put it once more

"Ethnicity: White American with whatever ancestry; Language: English. Just make him a classic, in-denial, All-American douchebag curious to smooch his own jockbros!"

Leo scrunched his forehead upon listening to the order, but the resistance turned out to be short-lived as his brain received the order rather easily, altering his personality and sexuality to fit the order per stated by the client. Still tranced by the memory-altering order, the final set of order eventually spoken by the audio.

"Size: 5 inches; Preference: Bottom; Body odor: Not really pungent, just make him hella sweaty because he'll be in the gym for most of the time and he'll wait for me at ____ Gym until I pick him up!"

And as if on-autopilot, he walked like a drone to the aforementioned 24 hours gym and start to bust his ass until the one that made the order picked him up.

When the one that made the order eventually walked into the gym, it's been 3 hours since Leo stepped inside the workout temple to sculpt his body. The person is grinning from ear to ear upon seeing Leo all alone, as expected. Leo, sensing that the person walking his way is somehow responsible for his transformation and will be the one that spread his boycunt apart, stopped his workout altogether and greeted him

"Hey man, are you the client?"

"Yes, you punk. I'm the client, and I'm about to destroy that ass for fucking up my night," grinned Franco devilishly as he grabbed the earphone and the phone away from the unaware Leo.

Thank God the punk stole the phone late at night when no order would be made as people would be asleep by then. With a little thinking, Franco made the order to his own phone using his client's account and manage to stop the thief from getting away with this. Plus, now Franco got a pretty hot fuckboy to use on the side and he has no plan to revert this thief back to normal until he's satisfied

"Say "aaaahhh" motherfucker,"

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Jesus fucking Christ, this one is so hot bro I'm legit leaking @captainmalewriter

Great concept and execution, tried my best to keep up with this follow up but the OG is really hot

Made to Order

Franco pulled up to the apartment building of his latest client. He parked his car along the street and sent his client a quick text letting him know he had arrived. Franco then pulled out a pair of earphones from the glove compartment, connected them to his phone’s jack port, and put them on. He then booted up a survey app. It greeted him with a light blue screen and a ‘Hello!’ in a British accent. 

“Let’s see what kind of guy this dude paid good money to bang…” Franco muttered to himself as he pulled up the list of responses from the survey he sent to his clients. He scrolled to the latest data entry and skimmed it over. A grin formed on his face as he read it. 

“Alright then! No time like the present, let’s get to work.”

He downloaded the data entry into his phone’s local storage and composed it into an audio file. Once it was ready, Franco pressed ‘play’ and leaned back in his seat as the makeshift music began to fill his ears. He took a deep breath and cleared his mind of any and all thoughts, allowing the music to submerge his mind and body with powerful subliminal messaging. 

Gender: Male. Age: 24. Height: 6’4” ft. Weight: 170 lbs. 

Franco groaned as a cold chill ran up his spine. As he grew taller and heavier, the muscles in his legs rapidly flexed and relaxed. 

“Ohhh… Fuckk man…”

Franco couldn’t help but massage his aching body as he began to physically transform. He became hyper-aware of how his body felt and moved, which made touching his sensitive skin with his warm hands all the more pleasurable as it gradually changed. Franco moved the car seat back, as he needed the extra space to accommodate his sudden growth spurt. He gained several inches of height and about 30 pounds until he matched the size his client had requested. 

Hair Color: Brown. Eye Color: Green. Facial Hair? Mustache only. Body Hair? Yes.

The next few details of Franco’s client’s request rang in his ear and reverberated throughout his body. He gripped the sides of his seat as he felt his body working overtime to pump out heavy quantities of hormones. He winced in pain as his dark brown eyes changed colors. They became lighter and lighter in hue until they were a brilliant shade of green that glimmered in the sunlight. 

Franco’s hair was next to transform. The straight, black hair on his head grew lighter and curlier until he had wavy, brown hair. The skin on Franco’s upper lip tingled and itched as the hair follicles began rapidly growing in. Franco let out a heavy moan as his mustache hairs kept growing and growing until he had a thick mustache that hung over his lips. Once he had the right mustache, his underarm hair began growing, too. Franco only had a light dusting of pit hair, but thanks to his strange audio files, he could grow well past his natural limits. His armpit hair grew longer and thicker until he had a jungle of brown pit hair in his underarms. His pit hair had become so long that it even peeked out when Franco had his arms down!

Ethnicity: Mexican. Language: Spanish, or English w/ Accent. 

Franco let out a sigh of relief as he heard the next three lines of the audio file. Thankfully, the next transformation would be more mental than physical, which gave Franco a chance to take a quick breather. 

He relaxed against the headrest as the audio file echoed inside his mind. The more Franco heard his client’s preferences, the more his psyche changed to match his request. Suddenly, Franco was no longer a middle aged man from Midwest U.S.A. but a young Mexican man who had only recently immigrated into the country. His mind became filled with all sorts of new knowledge surrounding his Mexican heritage and culture, such as the Spanish language. 

“Mmm… Que rico…” Franco purred sensually as his throat muscles broadened and his vocal cords thickened, granting him the heavy accent his client had requested. The audio file also gave him a deeper voice too. Although that detail was more for Franco’s personal enjoyment than anything else.

But despite his newfound knowledge, there was only one thing the newly transformed Franco desired: to fuck as many men as physically possible. There was nothing he loved more than seeing a man pressed down against a pillow as he railed them to the next Tuesday. Just the thought of a man’s bubble butt swallowing his dick was enough to make him start leaking.

Size: 7.5 inches. Breed: Dom top. Body odor: YES.

While Franco was busy relishing his new voice and fantasizing about his next bottom, the next line of the audio file played, triggering the final piece of the transformation. Franco threw his head back as the next wave of bodily sensations caught him off guard. He let out loud, guttural groans as his manhood grew obscenely erect until it filled in his underwear. Franco massaged his sensitive, throbbing member as it grew longer and fatter than what he originally had. Before he knew it, Franco’s new endowment ripped the fabric of his briefs. His dick sprang to life like it was just begging to be released and played with as soon as possible! 

Franco wrapped his hand around his new dick and gave himself a few strokes just to test out his new tool. As he did so, a rank smell began to fill his car. It was sweaty, smelly, and addicting. That scent was none other than his natural body odor but kicked up to 100%. With the windows rolled down, Franco was becoming hot-boxed off his own tantalizing smell. Not that it really bothered him, as he was too busy admiring the glorious sight of his new, hung cock standing at full mast with a healthy bush of thick pubes to complete the look.

A tap on the window interrupted Franco’s moment of self-admiration. He glanced over and saw his client watching him with hungry eyes and a hand stuffed down his pants. Franco smirked, then rolled down his window.

“Hola papacito. ¿Te gusto?” Franco flexed his arms and winked at his client. The man nodded vigorously like a dog begging for a juicy steak. Then, he took a heavy whiff of Franco’s potent body odor and sighed, satisfied. 

“I can’t wait any longer! C’mon, let’s get you inside!!”

Franco grinned. He loved the whiny sound of a man begging to get fucked. He tossed his phone and earphones to the side and followed his client up to his apartment, where he proceeded to show him the dom Mexican top he requested to fuck him hard and raw. Another man made to order, another man satisfied.

[zevrra]

—business casual

boss!nanami who’s had way too much to drink at the company work party. the pretty flush on his cheeks is damn near the same color of the wine he drinks. it’s his fifth or sixth glass and by the look on his face he’s surely gone overboard. he’s a little sluggish, glasses drooping to the edge of his nose, but still looking elegant as ever in the beige turtleneck he wears. he catches your gaze across the room and with a simple glance at his watch, you knew it was time to leave.

you stumble into the usual hotel room with nanami at your heels. you help him out of his long black coat, fingers pushing into his blonde hair as his lips find your neck. he groans at the taste of your skin on his tongue as he helps you out of your own winter clothes. leaves you in nothing but the fancy lingerie he had purchased for you in secret. his cold hands roam your warm body as your own fingers help with the belt at his pants. slipping it away just as he pushes you back onto the bed.

he settles between your thighs, hands moving along the length of your leg as he slowly takes off your heels. his drunk gaze barely leaving your own when he begins to place kisses against your skin. starts at your ankle, moving along your calf as his hands slide against your inner thighs, causing you to mimic his soft groan. when his lips press into your knee, inching closer to the one thing his drunk mind desires, you stop him for a moment.

you take his red flushed face into your hands with a cunning smile. “oh hun. what is it? tell me what you want.” you whisper, biting your bottom lip as his drunken hazel eyes look up at you before looking away in slight embarrassment. you bite back a chuckle at the man before you. always so in control and proud yet now with you, he’s a pathetic mess between your thighs. your foot presses into the thick of his own thigh, moving across the hem of his slacks where you know his hard cock waits to be pleased.

he stifles his own drunken moan against your thigh at the press of your foot against his groin. forces him to look at you once again as deep seated, passionate need rages through his body. the blush darkens on his face, reaches the tips of his ears, probably trails down his chest as he stares up at you from his seated position.

“i wanna…eat your pussy. i know you’re aching and dripping for me already. i’ll do anything you ask just please…let me taste you.”

you smile at his honesty, knowing most of it was just the alcohol talking since normally nanami wasn’t so…open. you loved this side of him just as much as you loved sober nanami who would order you to spread open wide for him instead. and the lust in his eyes alone sent shivers up your spine. knowing no matter what, he would end the night pounding into your womb with his leaking cock.

your own need is burning you from the inside out at the simple thought of him later fucking you senseless so you nod in agreement. running your thumb across his bottom lip as you lick your own lips. “be a good boy and please me.”

[vvizardz]

Look me in the eye and try to truthfully tell me that Eddie is not some sort of metalhead

[cloudpools]

Jesus, she was cute as hell. Carter had a thing for people who bit their lip. A weird, yet fun little fact about him. Why the fuck was it so hot??? He couldn't really explain it, but either way, he wasn't gunna say anything... yet. Carter sure as hell didn't want to weird her out or make it seem like he had any altier motives. They were still only acquaintances after all. But maybe after today, that'd change.

"You don't gotta act surprised. I probably owe you a drink after terrorizing you." He took a swig of water, watching as she fidgeted. Was she uncomfortable? Or excited? Hard to tell. "Don't stress too much about it. I'm probably gunna go in this." Carter gestures to his paint-stained clothes. Ripped black jeans speckled in all sorts of earthy, desaturated tones. A white t-shirt he'd cut the sleeves off of. There were a few holes in it, but it worked well as a smock.

"Don't ya got work to finish? Or are you dipping early to hang with me?" Carter smirks, downing the rest of his drink and placing the stein in the sink. "You look great the way you are. Don't feel like you gotta dress up for nothin'. Me on the other hand? I always do my hair." He chuckles, quickly running his hand through his spiked blonde locks. "So not only are you a yapper, but you're an anxious yapper huh? Seems like a bad combo..." He laughs again, hoping the joke landed this time.

Madison stared at the glasses Carter retrieved, the mismatched items giving her an eye twitch. As he hoped, his little comment did make her crack a smile. “Ah,” she giggled & waved her hand to dismiss him, “you’re not an asshole…. We’ve always been pretty friendly to eachother. Right?” She sipped her water & tapped her finger against the cup, “I supposed we are allowed one disagreement.”

“Go out?” She repeated. Her eyes widened & she bit her bottom lip. She had seen Carter around plenty of times & although they were really talked to eachother, she found him kinda attractive in a new & exciting way. “You wanna go out… w/ ME?” Her cheeks tinged pink & she tried to fight back a smile, “yeah, I’d love to go out w/ you.”

Shyly she began twisting at her hips making her hair fan out w/ each turn. Carter was tall, cute, had that bad boy persona, clearly talented, & didn’t seem judgmental, all things that made her want to get to know him better.

“That sounds… fun.” She sipped her water & tucked her hair behind her ear. “So…. What should I wear? What will you wear?” The nerves ticked in her mind, “so I’ll just change & meet you back here? Or you come to my door? Or-” she paused feeling herself asking too many questions.

“Sorry. Haven’t been out w/ a cute guy in a long time.” The word cute slipped out & she kept talking as if she didn’t catch herself saying it. The speed of her words gradually increased the more she talked showing her nervousness. “Should I…. Do my hair? Or is this more casual?”

Oh man, was she full of questions.

[ex0rin]

Wyatt Russell in distress for @lowlifesymptoms | Black Mirror: Playtest

[beanghostprincess]

isn't it funny how sanji got two hair colours? how his head hair is a bright blond but beard and body hair are a deep black? and how his modified siblings got different hair colors as a modification marker? and how sanji's was supposed to be black?

You're just giving me more reasons to write angst

[ilynpilled]

overwatch’s greatest crime against humanity (fierce competition) is the fact that they gave my brown eyed princess green eyes in this gay ass skin

[five-star-stay]

230719 - han jisung - airport

[jils-things]

i have this feeling im gonna like.... have a phase with every no.rton costume. this is gonna take awhile/j

[mira0000000-blog]

GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[downtherabbitholewithlucy]

Some of those dogs may be burnt, but ya’ll he looks sooooo good here with the salt ‘n pepper gray curls on his head 🤤🥴😍

[ayushipop]

🕯🕯🕯🕯🕯🕯🕯🕯🕯🕯🕯🕯pink🕯🕯🕯🕯🕯🕯🕯🕯🕯🕯🕯🕯

[plaguethewaters]

okay concept. sit with me. C!wilbur has naturally black hair and he dyes it brown.

[rayveneyed]

nanami kento is the kind of man that makes people swoon without even realising it.

he's the kind of man to walk into a luxury store after work, suit jacket folded over one arm and a bouquet of flowers in the other -- his blonde hair still mostly perfect from the high-end pomade he uses. he scours the shelves, frowning to himself, while the attendants whisper and giggle amongst themselves near the tills -- an argument over who will be the one to talk to him, because he's intimidatingly pretty.

("just look at him," one whispers. "he's definitely buying something for a girlfriend."

"a wife," another disagrees. "c'mon. he's giving husband vibes."

someone hums. "but i can't see a wedding band."

"his mother, maybe?" says one other. "oh, i love when guys come in shopping for their mother."

"nobody's mother is getting a bouquet of a hundred red roses--")

eventually, one of them is volunteered as a sacrifice -- smiling and sweet as all attendants should be, she clears her throat. the others, crowded around the till, watch the exchange closely. "excuse me, sir. is there anything we could help you with today?"

her mouth is dry and her hands are clammy -- and when he fixes her with those narrow, burning eyes, her throat bobs.

"ah, yes." and his voice is deep and gravelly and drawling, and her stomach turns. she can only imagine what her coworkers are thinking -- hell, she can only imagine what she's thinking. her mind has stopped short. "my girlfriend likes this brand quite a bit. i thought i'd pick her up something..."

disappointment brews in her stomach -- and it's stupid, she knows it's stupid, because obviously a guy like that is taken. and -- she glances down at the roses -- obviously he treats her super fucking well. of course he does, because why wouldn't he? "oh, perfect! do you have anything in mind?"

"well, actually..."

he ends up buying one of the priciest gift boxes available -- fancy body care and perfume laid out in their signature boxes, decorated with ribbon and dried lavender -- no argument, no fight. he doesn't look for something cheaper, doesn't try to haggle or remove something to decrease the price. he adds, and adds, and adds -- and when she mentions a special offer at the till, a little add on for an extra 2000 yen, he accepts it readily. he inserts a black card into the card machine (of course, a black card), takes the beautifully wrapped bag, and thanks the girls for their services -- and just as he's leaving, his phone rings.

of course he answers the phone with hello, darling. of course he begins to ask his girlfriend about her day, the girls think with some amount of annoyance -- of course. maybe the curse of retail isn't entitled assholes expecting you to wait on hand and foot for them -- maybe it's the handsome men coming in to splurge on their girlfriends while you're painfully single and working for pennies.