#i think root beer would be his favourite drink

[maskedinfinate]

I LOVE MY WIFE RAAAHHHHHH HE IS AWESOME HES THE BEST

[milkvast]

Starray yes

[celesteleoves]

“DIMPLES ARE SO CUTE!”

ೃ࿐ EREN YEAGER X FEM!READER

summary: eren only shows his dimples around you.

warnings: eren has dimples, fluff, mentions of spicey things (girls teasing girls ykyk), erens very stoic around people he’s not close with.

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“can you imagine jean having dimples, mikasa? i mean that would boost his ego too much.” annie laughed as you all sat around armins house.

your friend group had decided to have one big hangout! currently, the girls were sitting in the basement catching up on gossip while the boys went out to get stuff for a barbecue later.

“he still looks insanely good annie, can YOU imagine your boyfriend having dimples?” mikasa retorted back as the rest of us girls laughed.

“at least he’s good in bed-”

“hey, y/n, you like guys with dimples right?” sasha questioned as she downed a can of root beer.

“who doesn’t? dimples are so cute!” you said as the girls agreed.

“historia loves me and my freckles, dimples ain’t got nothing on us.” ymir pulled historia to her chest who only giggled and nodded.

you smiled at the two, they were so cute it drove you nuts. but at the moment, you remembered something about your crush and a feature you noticed about him.

“wait, eren has dimples guys!” you said with a smile on your face like you’d just solve the biggest mystery on earth.

the girls narrowed their eyes at you and then turned their attention to mikasa, who was a bit confused as well.

“don’t look at me, i can’t remember ever noticing eren having dimples. you sure y/n?”

“i swear, just wait till he gets back and look closely! you can see them.”

“she’s so in love she’s imaging eren with her favourite features a guy can have.” historia mocked and you rolled your eyes.

“i swear by it.”

mikasa laughed at your words as the girls listened closely to this newfound information.

“sure you do, i’ve known eren my whole life and i dont ever really see any prominent dimples on his face.”

“mika, let’s also remember she’s heavily obsessed with him. of course she noticed these things.” sasha joined in on the teasing as you groaned.

“fine, maybe you guys are right about the dim-”

“right about what?” jean asked as he, armin, and connie walked into the room with drinks and snacks.

“it’s girl talk, jean.” armin said while putting stuff down on a near coffee table before taking a seat on the couch annie sat at.

“well let me in on it!” jean pestered mikasa as he also joined her on the couch also.

“sasha! of course you ate my favourite chips bro.” connie whined as he noticed the chip bag he brought was in her hands and was now devoured by Sasha’s uncontrollable need for food.

“shut up connie!”

“anyways, we were talking about how y/n says she believes eren has dimples.” historia brought the conversation back and now everyone was listening intently.

“that mean bastard? doubt he could have something as attractive as dimples on his cold, ugly face.” jean said as he emphasized the last few words in a mocking way while mikasa slapped his arm.

armin paused and thought about it before speaking. “actually, he might. i think i almost saw his dimples once but he turned away from me, so i couldn’t see them.”

“see!” you smiled in victory and stood up to grab a coke can but before you could, a hand swooped and grab it right out of your reach. the person raised it above their head.

“don’t mind me, i’m really in the mood for some coke.” the person you guys had been talking about for a while finally arrived, eren.

and god damn, he looked too good even though you saw him thirty minutes ago. somehow, he manages to just get more attractive in your eyes day by day.

“eren, i was gonna have that actually so hand it over.” you smiled and reached to grab it, the visible height difference between you two causing troubles.

your friends went silent as they watched you bicker with each other. they had all been rooting for you two to get together, for a while now. you had easily fallen for him, what you didn’t know as of right know is that he fell harder.

although, one thing that made the whole groups jaws drop was the prominent dimples that appeared through eren’s smile as he looked down at you, his green eyes seeming brighter as he teased you and laughed.

“no fucking way.” annie whispered and nudged armin who only stared at the two with a smile on his face.

“shit man, turns out he does have something as cool as dimples on his face.” jean sighed and leaned into mikasa’s shoulder who only let out a chuckle at that.

truth is, mikasa knew eren had dimples. but, she only saw them when eren was around you or when he talked about you with a smile on his face.

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a/n: heyyy, so i’m back with the aot oneshots too! im in a aot brainrot bc of the trailer and how sad i am that aot is going to be ending soon :( anyways, hope you enjoyed!

please message me if u have any concerns, suggestions, or a specific aot or mha work in mind that you would like me to write!

[lulublack90]

Prompt 18 Neighbour AU

@wolfstarmicrofic April 18, word count 991

Remus Lupin had one asset, and that was his parent’s house. It was in the middle of the Welsh countryside. It was a mile walk to the little village, and the only thing it had going for it was the barn. It was light and airy and smelled of wood. 

Remus had spent a lot of time and effort converting it into a liveable space. The idea had been to sell it, but no one was interested in living so far away from the major cities. So, under the advice of his estate agent, he rented it out for short holidays. 

So far, it had been quite lucrative. With the money he made from that and his own job, he could afford chocolate whenever he wanted. 

The holiday season was coming, and he already had two weeks booked out. He tended to get a lot of city dwellers looking to get away from it all or families trying to get back to their roots. 

He checked his emails one morning with a fresh cup of tea and a plate of crumpets. HE filtered out the junk and found an inquiry email in his barn folder. He opened it.

A man was looking to hire the barn for the full summer and all of September as well. He was looking at three months of solid booking. It was a shame he couldn’t offer it, having already booked those two weeks. And he refused to let down his other guests. He typed a reply stating as much. He got a reply back almost instantly, asking if there was somewhere he could pitch a small tent. Mr Black said he would gladly still pay full price while his other guests used the barn. Remus couldn’t believe what he was reading. It seemed too good to be true. He sent a couple of pictures of his personal garden. The views weren’t as good, but it would be sheltered from the worst of the wind, and he could use Remus’s garden furniture. Again, the reply was quick. The man agreed and said he hoped he wouldn’t be any bother. 

Remus sent an invoice and got Mr Black to confirm he agreed to the price, and with the confirmation, he booked out the three months. He sat back with a pleased look on his face as he finished his crumpets. He just hoped that Mr Black would be a good neighbour as it was a long time to deal with a terrible guest. 

July arrived, and with it, a sleek black motorbike and an equally sleek owner. Sirius, as he demanded to be called, settled in instantly. He played his music a little loudly, but as it was to Remus’s taste, he decided to enjoy it. 

Remus found he quite enjoyed Sirius’s company, and they spent nearly every night in Remus’s garden drinking beers. Remus had even started making enough dinner for Sirius, though Sirius had told him he didn’t expect it but did appreciate it as he was useless at cooking.

It turned out that Sirius needed a break from his high-pressure job, which was why he’d come to Remus’s. 

“I hate it. It’s been my life since my mother found out she was pregnant with me. They own the company now, but my brother and I run it. He’s so much better at it than I am, and I swear he’d have such an easier time at it if I quit.” Sirius had admitted to him one August afternoon.

“Then why don’t you quit?” Remus asked as though it were an obvious solution. 

“Everything I own is tied up in the company. If I leave, I lose everything.” He shrugged. “My parents made sure it was that way after I went through a rebellious streak in my teenage years.”

“That’s terrible, Sirius. I wish I could help.” And Remus found he meant it. 

“Don’t fret about it. I’ll muddle through.” Sirius beamed at him as he patted Remus’s leg. “Right, enough feeling sorry for myself. I’m off for a walk. Care to join me?” Remus couldn’t think of any reason not to, so he took the proffered hand, and they strolled towards the village. 

Remus showed Sirius some of his favourite childhood haunts just off the beaten track, and they spent a wonderful afternoon in the thick foliage. 

Soon, the first week came around when Sirius would have to sleep in his tent. And, of course, the worst storm to hit Wales in over a hundred years decided to arrive that night. 

The trees were whipping back and forth, creaking and groaning. The fence surrounding Remus’s garden swayed dangerously. Remus refused to let Sirius stay out in this. He flung open the back door and yelled into the downpour. 

“Sirius! Sirius!” A face popped out of the zippered entrance of the tent. “Get in here!” Sirius shook his head. 

“I’m all good. Don’t fret.” 

Lightning cut across the sky, lighting the dark ground with its answering thunder not far behind. 

“Sirius, please! I won’t be able to sleep knowing you’re out here!” 

Suddenly, Sirius was streaking across the lawn and ran straight into Remus’s arms, knocking the lanky man back a few steps. Lighting flashed across the sky again and then another and another. The last bolt hit the cherry blossom tree in Remus’s garden, and a huge branch fell off and crushed the tent Sirius had been in moments before. 

“Yeah, probably a good call that Remus,” He joked. “Shall I put the kettle on?” Remus decided, not that he had much choice, that Sirius would be staying in his spare bedroom for the remainder of the two weeks. Maybe longer if the look Sirius was giving him meant what Remus thought it did. That night, they sat, snuggled up together on Remus’s tiny sofa in front of a roaring fire, sipping mugs of hot chocolate and listening to the storm wailing around them.  

[undertale-fic-librarby]

Favourite food?

Favourite drink?

Do you have any siblings?

Do you have pets?

How old are you?

How many languages do you know?

What's your all time favourite movie/tv show?

What are you enjoying to do in your free time?

Are you an introvert or an extrovert?

Your favourite music genres?

Your dream place to visit?

Something you wish you were better at?

How long do you take to respond to texts?

Do you have any tattoos? If not, would like to?

What's your sexuality?

Do you like reading? If yes what's your favourite book?

Have you ever been in love?

What's your relationship status?

Have you ever been heartbroken?

Best memory you could think of?

Worst memory you can think of?

Do you have any fears?

Are you a morning or a night person?

How many pictures you have on your phone?

Who was your favourite childhood crush?

Are you a romantic?

What’s your dream date?

What are your hobbies?

Howdy! I wasn't expecting someone to ask almost all of them at once! Here are my answers!

1. I'm a big fan of chocolate, but grilled cheese sandwiches are good too!

2. Barq's Root Beer!

3. Including in-laws & step-siblings, I have 9 siblings! Only 5 of them are actually related to me, though!

4. Yes! My family has 5 cats at the moment!

5. Not sure how comfortable I am revealing this, but I am only 18!

6. I only know one, English!

7. I don't really have any favorites, but Secret Window is a good movie, if a bit dark!

8. I enjoy listening to music & playing on my Switch! As well as running this blog & reading fics!

9. Introvert!

10. I don't really have one, I tend to listen to almost all genres!

11. I've always wanted to visit Las Vegas, as it's where I was born!

12. I wish I was better at making habits!

13. If I don't just respond in person, I'm usually pretty quick to respond back unless I'm sleeping or something.

14. I do not! I've considered it before, but I'm very indecisive & worry that I may regret it later on! If I ever do though, my plan is to get tattoos of all the flowers I've come across in my life!

15. I am aroace!

16. Of course I do! Despite my preference for fantasy & such, my favorite books are actually The Book Thief by Markus Zusak, & Counting by 7s by Holly Goldberg Sloan!

17. No, I have not!

18. I am single & happy to stay that way!

19. Nope!

20. Probably the first time my best friend & I hung out for his birthday! I'm actually going to visit him soon for his birthday!

21. I don't really have one, not that I can recall at the moment anyway.

22. Not really, but I do have strong dislikes!

23. I am definitely a night person, but I've been trying keep my sleep schedule reasonable!

24. I'm not sure!

25. I didn't have one!

26. Nope!

27. Don't have one!

28. Reading & playing games!

[charmac]

do you have any silly headcanons for mac and dennis in ur fic? like does mac prefer coke or pepsi? small things that maybe aren’t important to the story but little details you think in your head

I try and keep everything as aligned to canon as possible in terms of their likes and dislikes and preferences and what-not, so I'd say most of my headcanons of them in my AU come from actual canon.

Like Dennis preferring expensive Whiskey since he has the money but Mac still preferring beer or at least wanting a mixed drink (and blue Gatorade, his favourite flavour). Mac and Charlie making the Project Badass videos together, Dennis owning his dream car but clearly not regularly driving it, Mac being the most annoying person to share a bed with, etc.. So the small things that don't really matter to the story are always the things I make sure to take or at least pull from canon, so the story still feels extremely rooted in the source material, if that makes sense.

I think if I shared actual headcanons, it would always end up being a bit of a spoiler, since I intend to include almost all of them in fic canon :)

[orangexmachina]

✨🖊️🍽️🪐

✨ Has Star Trek had a personal impact on you?

I've made some great friends through Star Trek, and the fandom itself is so accepting and kind. I'm in university for creative writing, and the show has had a huge creative impact on me and really encouraged me in my goal to become a screenwriter. I think it proves there's something really valuable in television as a medium and the shared act of creating. Also, characters like Spock, Data, and Bashir are all really affirming to me as an autistic person. Particularly Bashir as growing up I had some developmental delays that I still struggle with, and I can relate to his worries about disappointing his parents.

🖊️ Do you have a favourite quote from ST?

🍽️ What alien food/drink would you want to try?

Most of the Star Trek food is pretty unappetising, but I'd love to try plomeek soup. I always imagine it looking and tasting a little like Tom Yum, and I love that. Pretty much any of the Star Trek drinks are things I'd love to try, I particularly want to know what the hype is around Raktajino. And this is really stupid but I've never had root beer before and watching ds9 makes me want to try it.

🪐 Favourite alien planet.

This is so difficult. Culturally, I'm obsessed with Vulcan, but visually Betazed is gorgeous.

[invisibleraven]

18 for Flynn/anyone?

Marisol doesn't even look up from her crossword when her front door opens and then slams shut, knowing it had to be one or both of her daughter's best friends. "Shoes off!" she calls.

"Rightio Mrs. T!" a voice calls back. Ah, Reggie then. She bites back a smile at that, the boy had been coming around more and mor lately. She wondered how long it would be until she had to install a door stays open rule. She thought not long.

"Hey Mrs. T!" Reggie says as he comes into the kitchen, grabbing a few sodas and a box of cookies from the panty. She gave him permission to help himself to anything he wanted ages ago, and he always takes advantage. Heaven knows he's as slim as a rake, and she highly doubts his drunkard of a mother or absentee father are feeding him much at home.

"Hi sweetie, you staying for supper? it's meatloaf night!"

"Sounds delicious," Reggie says, then peers down at her crossword. "!4 down is acute."

Marisol glances at the clue and finds he's right, penning the answer in. "Thanks sweetie. Go on up, I'm sure she's wondering what's taking so long."

"Mom stop hogging my friends" Flynn hollers down, and Reggie blushes but his smile betrays him. Marisol knows he feels loved her, and at the Molina's as well. The boy needs as much love as he can get... but it's still fun to let her and Flynn tease each other about it. She shoos him up the stairs and goes back to her crossword, the music starting not long after she hears the door creak, but not shut.

Flynn is painting her nails on her bed when Reggie comes in, so he tosses the snacks on her desk, and pops a straw into her soda can, offering it to her. "Mmm, cream soda, my favourite."

"Well d'uh, wasn't about to earn the ire of your mom by taking her grapefruit stuff, the root beer is all Julie's, and of course I got my regular Dew," Reggie says, chugging back some of the electric yellow mixture.

"How you can drink that shit, I'll never know," Flynn says as she blows on her now bright turquoise nails. "You want me to do yours?"

Reggie nods and peruses her collection, finally pulling out a bottle that held a almost neon pink colour. "Bold choice," Flynn says approvingly.

"Going to the Dirty Candi show tonight, figured I should rep my favourite member," Reggie replied.

"I thought Alex was subbing for the green one?" Flynn jokes and Reggie sticks out his tongue. "I still can't believe you have a thing for Carrie."

"Like you don't," Reggie snorts.

Flynn scowls and shoves his shoulder playfully, and he shoves back, making her giggle. "You want a pillow fight or a manicure Peters?"

Reggie hums for a moment before taking up her pillow and tossing it at her. "Oh it is on!" she exclaims, hitting him back and giggling as he squawks.

They go back and forth for a while, then collapse side by side on Flynn's bed, breathing heavy. "So... manicure?" Reggie asks. Flynn nods and they sit back up, pulling out the file and the bottle.

"So you finally gonna make a move on Carrie?" Flynn asked.

Reggie shrugged. "Dunno, you think I have a chance?"

"More than I do," Flynn said.

"You're a catch Flynnie!"

She snorted at that. "Tell that to every person I've ever had a crush on that didn't like me back."

"Well they're all idiots. Blind idiots," Reggie said, admiring his nails. "Any one who doesn't fall head over heels for you doesn't know what a good thing they missed out on."

"Do you?"

Reggie looked up at her, confused. "Do I what?"

"Know what you missed out on?"

Reggie blinked at her. "Am I missing where you asked me out or told me you liked me?"

"I asked you out to Homecoming!" Flynn said, shoving his shoulder. "And to the movies!"

"You never said as a date!" Reggie said. "If I knew it was a date I would have said yes! I've liked you for forever now!"

"You idiot!" Flynn said, smacking him once more. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"Why didn't you?" Reggie said, giving her a small shove back, and Flynn started falling backwards, grabbing a hold of his flannel to keep steady. Only she pulled him down with her.

Leaving Flynn flat on her back, with Reggie perched over her, staring down. Looking into her sparkling brown eyes, the soft blush on her cheeks. "Hi," she whispered.

"Hi yourself," Reggie said with a grin, rubbing the apple of her cheek with his thumb. "So about that date..."

"Thought you were gonna try and snatch up Carrie?" Flynn questioned.

"I mean, we still could, if you think she'd go for being a throuple..." Reggie trailed off.

"I'm good," Flynn said, pulling him down for a kiss.

Marisol stopped at the top of the stairs, and grinned. She'd give them a few minutes, then 'casually' interrupt.

And definitely be making sure Flynn kept her door open when Reggie came by from now on.

[parma-formenorion]

Blorbo ask game

Few outside of the person who tagged me and @oracleofimladris knows my OCs so I'm going to do my main OC, Hithon, chieftain of the Tundra Folk. Tagged by @melpomaenofimladris. (now go do one of your other characters, Mel :P)

What is your blorbo’s:

1. Favourite season?

Spring-winter (late winter), when the sun returns to Forodwaith and sets all the world alight with white fire.

2. Favourite food?

A sausage-like loaf containing minced reindeer meat, fat and salt, wrapped in a fatty membrane from the reindeer's stomach, smoked for hours over birch wood, and fried in more reindeer fat on special occasions, or otherwise left to dry and ferment in the cold air.

3. Favourite plant or herb?

A delicate spray of white flowers on a deep red stock, growing from a rosette of dark green leaves. She blooms in June, taking root in rocky cracks in the high places.

4. Favourite person/being?

Probably Cúvaer, his closest and oldest friend.

5. Favourite place?

Each place has their season and their purpose in his life - in his summer lands, on the northern coasts of Forochel, he is happiest wandering on the high cliffs overlooking the ocean, while in his winter lands, on the slopes of the ice-bound bergs and fjells of inner Forodwaith, he loves best the the soft mossy valleys, where much that is fair clings to life in beds of lichen or in the shelter of berry bushes. Also there's a little marshy area along one of the autumn migration routes with consistently excellent cloudberry-picking opportunities, of which he will reveal the location to none but members of his own house.

6. Favourite animal?

If asked, he's probably say some sort of joke answer like the lemming (for fun, google 'angry lemming') but I think he finds dogs to be the most reasonable creatures.

7. Favourite drink?

Hot water.

8. Favourite hobby/activity?

Calculating absurdly large numbers, with a system of rocks or other small, immediately accessible objects as counters.

9. Do they like to read? If so, favourite genre?

He can't read a system of writing other than the Runes of Daeron, which aren't used for long texts, traditionally speaking. He does enjoy the oral tradition. In these waning days of the third age, he listens most attentively to news from other lands, good or ill.

10. Do they like to dance?

Yes.

11. What is their favourite room in the house?

Dwellings in Forodwaith are single-roomed affairs built around a large central fire. There are outbuildings for storage and depending on the area, shelter for animals, but otherwise all activities of life are conducted in either the yard or inside at the fireside. He doesn't particularly have a favourite place to spend time in all of that, tho.

12. Favourite place to travel to?

Though it is a long, dangerous journey, the Wild Wood has always made his heart glad.

13. Who is their best friend?

see #4.

14. Favourite bioregion?

I'm too busy to learn enough about Western biology to figure out what the bioregions in Endor would be according to that way of knowing, so I have no way of answering this at this time.

15. Choose one for them: wine, beer, cider, hard liquor, or none?

Shots of Everclear.

[mrs-i-have-too-many-biases]

TTO: Worth it  || Hwang Hyunjin

Chapter five: A new look

Synopsis: After the band The Thunderous Ones go viral, Hyunjin (famously known as ‘Hyune’) comes across obstacles that may question himself if it was all truly worth it. Will the overwhelming fame go to his head? Will he forget where his roots lie and who supported him through it all? Or is he willing to throw it all away? Would it all be just worth it?

“I can’t believe I actually fell in love with you.”

“What?”

Genre: Fluff, Slow burn, Fanfic Series Word Count: 2,04K Band position: Singer, rapper, guitarist Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x Fem!Reader (ft. TXT’s Choi Yeonjun & Ateez’s Jung Wooyoung) Tropes: Semi-Social Media!AU || Best Friends to Strangers to Lovers || Band!AU || College!AU || Non Idol!AU Warnings: Swearing,

Author’s Note: Everything used in this series is used for entertainment and fiction purposes.

Chapter five: A new look

“Oh, for the love of God!” Y/n screamed out when she was frantically shaken by her best friend, gaining glances from her fellow classmates as they all left the classroom. “Have you lost your mind?” She adds, trying to catch her breath.

Hyunjin, who had been stressing non-stop about their upcoming gig, which was a month away from now. Y/n whined in annoyance when she was dragged along by his painted hand, to the school’s atelier. She’d find him there almost every day after class, where he was ‘panic-painting’ as she would like to call it.

Y/n took a seat as her friend continued ranting about how stressed he’s been ever since he realised how close the date of the gig was getting. “…I don’t even know this fiasco ended up on my canvas. I was supposed to paint something semi-realistic but this looks like it belongs in the abstract section of a museum!” His hands thrown in the air as he almost admitted defeat.

“Well, at least you do realise that anything you make is art. Besides, Miss Kwon is obsessed with literally anything you make. Even if you were to tape a banana onto the canvas, she’d be putting you on a pedestal.” “Ha ha, very funny.” He sulked, throwing one of his – used – paintbrushes at her. “Cheer up, buttercup. I’ll get you some chicken and some beers, how does that sound?” Y/n cocks her head to the side with a grin plastered onto her face. Hyunjin pretended to think about it, forgetting to answer her as his brain overtook his train of thoughts.

Y/n waited a little longer for a respond, but realised that there was no point. She got onto her feet and made her way to her best friend and hugged him from behind. The warmth that travelled from her touch through the fabrics of his clothes returned him to the present, his breath stuck in his throat as felt her arms squeeze him tighter. He soon forced himself to relax in her arms, not wanting her to suspect anything.

“The painting was supposed to symbolize the act of love, the challenge being that we weren’t allowed to use stereotypical or obvious objects like swans for example.” Hyunjin explained as they looked at the painting. “So, what did you paint?” Hyunjin let out a pained groan, whilst Y/n laughed against his back. “I tried to paint the back of a neck where one if removing the necklace from their lover as an act of love. I wanted my painting to show that everyday things can just prove how much love someone can have for their partner. And that love isn’t necessarily materialistic.”

“Well,” Y/n removed her arms so that he could turn around as she spoke, “is there something you need to tell me?” “What?” “Well, you do this,” she points to the painting, “for me all the time.” Hyunjin’s eyes widened and he starts to stutter in panic, afraid that he had accidently exposed himself.

He stopped in his tracks when he hears her laugh, that he loves the most. “I was just messing with you.” She giggles. “Shall we go and grab some food and drinks? It’s on me, I think you deserves something nice after all this.”

Hyunjin munched hastily on his chicken and gulped down his beers as they sat across from each other at their favourite ‘Chimeak’ place. “I just think it’s terrifying how we will be performing at an entirely new place. With entirely new people who know nothing about us. I just really hope that our first impression is good and that we hopefully attract new people to listen to us.” Hyunjin rants with a mouth full.

“What about changing your looks?” “Are you saying I’m ugly?”  He wailed loudly, people turning their heads to the pair with confused looks on their faces. “First of all, you better stop,” Hyunjin simply laughs in amusement, “Second of all, no. I meant like changing your clothing style or your hair.” “So, you’re telling me this doesn’t suit me?” He teases once again. “For fuck sakes I will throw this beer in your face.” She hisses, reaching out to grab her drink. Hyunjin quickly took her hands in his, stopping her from doing so as he sheepishly smiled at her. “What did you have in mind my dear, darling maniac?” He sang bitterly sweet.

“I was thinking about maybe you could change your hair colour-“ “Are you out of your mind?” He gasped. “Apparently I am according to your reaction.” “You’re the one who tells me to change my fucking hair.” He laughs in ridicule. “Just think about it,” she starts “people especially your fans will go crazy if you change your hair! You remember the time when you went from long to short hair, how crazy everybody went.”

“Besides that, haven’t you seen the tons of edits people have made where you have coloured hair?” “People made edits of me?” “Sweetie, The Thunderous Ones have a whole as fanbase, of course there are fan edits.” She laughs at his surprised expression. “I’m not sure, but if that’s what the people want.” “Aren’t you sweet.” “Yeah yeah, spread the word.”

After their dinner they went back to Y/n’s place. Hyunjin was seated on her bed as he waited what hair colour she had picked out for him. The second he saw her walk into the room with a box of hair bleach he stood up in denial. “No, we are not bleaching my hair.” “But you said I could do anything I please.” “Even so this really doesn’t seem like a good idea Y/n.” “Oh God, you used my name. Should I be scared?” “Y/n…” “Hyune, it will be fine. Besides we aren’t just bleaching your hair… I’ll be dyeing it red.” “What?”

Hyunjin launched up from his seat, causing his friend to squeal in ‘fear’ as she was now being chased through her apartment.

“Why can’t you just trust my vision!” She whined, standing on the other side of her couch. Trying to read his body language as he was still ready to attack. “Maniac, you said yourself that you need glasses.” “That’s not what I meant and you are well aware of that Hwang Hyunjin.” She yammered. “Why does it have to be red, the entire campus will notice me from miles away.” He argued. “That’s exactly the point!” She argues back.

Hyunjin manages to distract her and tackle her onto the couch. He wrapped his long limbs around her, pinning her to the soft surface underneath them. “Just let me dye your hair red. You would look so good in it.” She ran her fingers through his hair. Hyunjin’s eyes were fixed on her lips as she spoke. She was passionately explaining on why he should follow her advice and trust her vision. Yet all he could think about was how his lips would feel on her heated cheeks or her soft lips.

“I know how we can settle this.” Hyunjin spoke. “How?” She replied. “Rock, paper scissors?” He suggests. “If I win, we’ll be dyeing my hair black. If you win it’ll be red, okay?” “Fine.” She chuckles. The both of them sat up straight, their fists ready on their open hands as they waited in anticipation.

“Rock.” “Paper.” “Scissor.” “Shoot!”

“For fuck’s sake!”

“Wrap this around your head, I don’t want any dye on my couch.” Y/n handed him a plastic bag and started to clean up her bathroom. “Shall I order food and drinks? We can watch some movies together?” “Yes please! I sacrificed my bathroom for you.” Hyunjin didn’t answer but simply laughed.

As the food had arrived, the both of them had laid down. A movie playing in front of them, munching happily on their food. Until Hyunjin opened his mouth. “You’re such a lucky bastard to live alone in a such a nice apartment.” “And I’ve told you many times, you’re not going to live with me you sweaty butt.” She teases. “Petty bitch.” He shot back playfully.

“You know how much those guys hate me.”

Hyunjin had told her many times about the dirty glances he had been receiving from the guys he shares an apartment with. At first, Y/n was confused. Because she thought that the band had their own apartment. Turns out that Hyunjin was set up into an apartment with the jocks of the school. The selfproclaimed athletes had been jealous of their latest roommate as soon as the band had started.

The people they were trying to hook up with only took interest in them and were hopeful that they could have a glance of the bandmember. Y/n especially remembers the one time where Hyunjin had hurried to her place, the second he heard his name coming from his roommate’s room, who thought everybody was out.

“You fucker, you know fully well that I was joking.” She pouts. “I honestly would love the idea of having you as my roommate to be honest. It would make date night so much easier. Besides, you walking me home would be so convenient. You won’t have to text me when you arrive home. Because we would have our own!”

‘Our own.’ He thought

Our own. 

Our own. 

Our own...

‘Stop messing with my head, all I already could think of was you.’

The silent was killing them both, she realised what she just had offered and felt like she was malfunctioning. “Shouldn’t we wash the dye out of your hair-“ “Yep we should, shouldn’t we?”

Knowing Hyunjin, he had a fucked up sleeping schedule. There wasn’t a lot he could do about it. He tried going to bed early, having warm milk with honey before bed and some medicine that he bought in the past. Yet, nothing seemed to work as well as the feeling of her hand caressing his face, her fingers running through the strands of his¬– newly dyed– hair, softly massaging his scalp as he tiredly laid on her lap.

He was ready to give her the world, because she gave him sleep-full nights.

“I’ll post the pictures tomorrow, I don’t really feel like moving.” Y/n announces. “As long as you keep moving your fingers through my hair, I’m fine with anything.” Hyunjin mumbled into her thigh.

“I did send the guys a sneak peak of your hair and Chan is freaking out.” Y/n giggled. “I’ll react to it tomorrow, you’re very comfy. Don’t want to move.” He yawned out. “That’s fine, I won’t be able to move to bed if you’re going to fall asleep like this.” “We can sleep on the couch and cuddle, you’re warm.” Hyunjin dragged her down so that she could lay down with him. Her head rested onto his chest with his arms wrapped around her waist.

A blanket was draped over them, the cold room contrasting with the body heat they exchanged. Minds hazy and hearts skipping a beat. Both in denial of their feelings to one another, telling themselves to calm down. That everything was fine; ‘they won’t notice.’

The two indeed did not notice how hard both hearts were beating for one another. They decided to just enjoy themselves in the moment and soak up each other’s senses.

Living in the moment.

They have no idea what’s coming for them…

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which LI's do you think like football? and which club do they support?

anon, I have no idea what's going on in the European clubs, to be honest.

but as you may or may not know, I'm from Brazil and down here we play ✨ the beautiful game ✨ so I can tell you not only who likes football but how they act while watching it and just everything about it really 😁

as always, please check under the cut 👇

SEASON 1

TIM

loves football. understands the rules? not much! however, he likes to watch it with friends, especially if it's a important match or just to hang out. prefers to do it at home though, so he can be as loud as he can. totally drinks and have some snacks while watching. knows only the basic rules (enough to scream when his team scores).

MASON

this guy knows everything. from all the players name (from his team and other teams), to all competitions and the status of each team. definitely gets mad at the TV because the player was NOT offside even though the ref would beg to differ — or vice-versa, honestly.

ROHAN

I CAN see him liking it but not being too crazy about it. likes to hanging out with friends to watch it on TV at a pub or someone's place. doesn't know a thing about the rules or players. mostly is there to have a good time and drink.

SEASON 2

GARY

aficionado and totally cried when England was eliminated from the WC. owns his favourite team's jersey, knows all the players (and the big stars that played for the team before) and probably owns a lot of stuff with the team's colours or crest. GETS REALLY excited when watching a game and prefers to do it at home because 'football is a serious matter'. totally watched a game or two at the stadium. can't play for shit.

NOAH

does not particularly care for football or the whole thing and says he doesn't care but you can catch him stealing glances at the TV when a game is on and even discreetly celebrating when someone scores.

LUCAS

ok, I know, I know but HEAR ME OUT. I do think he likes watching and maybe even playing (I'm not sure if it's common there for boys to play it as a hobby but here it's a big thing). knows all the rules as well, but it's not that dedicated to his favourite team. definitely drinks while watching a game.

SEASON 3

AJ

she loves all sports. thinks football is fun and loves how it brings people together. reunites friends every WC so they can watch the games. doesn't have a particular team she supports but won't say no to watching it together. might cuss the TV once or twice.

HARRY

loooooves football and totally has a particular team he absolutely support. at pub, the stadium, a mate's house or even from the comfort of his own couch, it doesn't matter, he will be watching every important game of his team.

BILL

a little like Gary, except he isn't that crazy about it. loves to play it as well. maybe has brothers and that's something they bonded over — or even with his dad. definitely is the one guy overexcited at the pub who cheers a little bit too loud when his team scores. and he is also drinking while watching because is there any other way of doing it?

CAMILO

totally loves it. maybe even takes you out on a date at the stadium, if you're into it as well. during the WC, will DEFINITELY root for Colombia and likes watching it with his fam or friends.

NICKY

ok, so, I — and some friends — HC Nicky's Brazilian. So he definitely loves it and probably grew up in a house where football was a big thing. watched a lot of games with his dad and still thinks of him when a game is on. has an emotional connection with his team and believes every tradition ever. knows how to play and is one of his favourite hobbies.

TAI

like AJ, he likes every sport and is down to watch it, especially if his friends like it. isn't that big on it but won't be saying no to a game night with beer at one of his friends' place. thinks rugby is better and WILL be stating it.

SEASON 4

BRUNO!!

oh, man, he LOVES IT. and he understands all the rules, knows his team of heart in and out, can argue about their performance and WILL blame the coach, thank you very much. can spend dayssss talking about it and 100% owns a lot of stuff with his favourite team's crest and colours. plays it as a hobby as well and started a group chat after love island so 'the boys could play it sometime' (still trying to convince Youcef to play — will never happen)

TOM

is the first one to reply to Bruno's groupchat. repeats Messi is the GOAT every chance he gets. has a vip booth at the stadium. maybe even a ball signed by Messi, who knows?! every WC, he posts IT'S COMING HOME.

OLIVER

just like watching it. doesn't make a big fuss about it unless he's with friends and they're all going crazy. the best part, for him, it's the excitement when the ball is close to the goal.

📌 headcanons masterlist.

[batrogers]

Silly question time - in a modern au, what would be Chief's favourite fizzy drink? (Feel free to include thoughts for more if you come up with them)

For them all, fizzy drinks and a bonus inclusion of some favourite snacks I've done elsewhere:

Skyloft = Cream sodas and baked goods. He loves to bake, muffins and cupcakes and the type. He's actually quite good at it.

Minish = Sprite, but he leaves it out until it's flat. Will shove a spoonful of honey in his mouth. Or a handful of honeycomb. He does not give one damn about bees.

Kokiri = Champagne (This is entirely Gan's fault.) HIs favourite treat is fresh fruit of any kind. Does not like mixed flavours, although he'll tolerate it.

Outset = Jarritos or Fanta, any kind, but especially coconut or pineapple or things. Not super into intense sweet flavours. He likes coconut raw, and similarly. He's pretty easy to please.

Chief = Ginger Ale or some kind of seltzer water. Snack of choice is a weapons-grade fruitcake, or pumpernickle bread. Do not let him cook.

Ordon = I am informed a good Southern Boy would dink Pepsi. I do not, so I cannot comment. He also is capable of homemade baklava. Fear him.

Four = Coca-Cola boy, because saying he's a Coke fiend is hilarious. He also likes extremely sweet things, although Blue probably wants whiskey.

Prince = Refined enough taste he'd also say champagne, although probably he's likely to drink la Croix because he hates himself. I think he'd also like hard candies, and he might propose to Ordon over baklava.

Rabbit = Dr. Pepper, to complete the holy trinity of bitching about the "best" drink. He likes sweet breads, like banana bread, pumpkin bread, carrot cake, etc. Yes, he will laugh about the carrot cake joke.

Smith = Moonshine Root beer. He might own a Sodastream also, and use it on everything, ever. Likes tarts and other pastries, and may demand Ordon teach him to make baklava.

Far = The guy who pours a little of everything into his cup at the drink machine. Yeah. He'll drink anything. Please do not invite him to a frat party. He also will eat anything, and if he's digging in a honeycomb just. Don't. Don't ask which bit he grabbed. Don't.

Hateno = Would sip Far's drink, compliment him on it, then get annoyed it's not replicable and figure out how. Likes candied fruits, since he can take them with him. Also keeps freeze dried durian around, to his lover's immense dismay. Seriously, DON'T ask him for a snack.

Several of them also *definitely* have eaten bugs but that's another list. Thanks for asking! This was funny.

[honorhearted]

Despite the surly mask Francesca initially donned, she surprised him when her features melded into a bright laugh, the sound reminiscent of wind chimes on a warm summer day. "Well the fridge is stacked, so help yourself," she offered. "I don't really tend to drink unless there's a drinking game involved, which actually happens fairly often when my sisters and I are trapped in a hotel for too long."

Ben snorted. "I can't tell if you're being polite, or if you're trying to ply me with liquor. Either way, I think I'll hold off for now...unless there's some root beer in there." Holding up a hand, he said, "I know, I know: I seem like I'm overreacting, but it's imperative that I stay sharp."

He didn't wish to damper the unexpected shift with talk of her stalker again, but it would always be the proverbial elephant in the room. In fact, Ben was, as well, given his role as her appointed protector. He couldn't very well just drink and risk lowering his inhibitions -- not unless he wanted Anthony breathing down his neck about it.

"I wanted to be an astronaut when I was really little," Francesca said, recapturing the earlier mood. "I loved the idea of going to other planets and being so close to the stars, but I guess it wasn't meant to be."

"Well, according to a Fanforum page, some people genuinely do believe you're an alien," Ben offered, "so perhaps your alter-ego got the chance?" Chuckling, he amended, "Actually, I think you were categorized as one of those 'lizard people' instead...but my statement still stands."

"I think I'd be pretty terrible at it anyway -- Were your parents supportive of your palaeontology dreams?"

"How come? Not a fan of gravity?" With a lopsided smile, Ben lowered his eyes again and nodded. "My parents were arguably too supportive," he said, "because they bought me anything dinosaur or fossil-related they could find. I remember walking around wearing one of those godawful bucket hats, quizzing all of our neighbors on varying factoids. A couple of them moved not long after that, so I can't help but wonder if I was somehow responsible."

Francesca brightened. "Monet is my favourite too."

Ben laughed. "Okay, now I know you're messing with me...there's no way that we have this in common, too."

"I'd love to go to Normandy where he painted most of his oils - He makes the world look remarkable, doesn't he? It feels a world away from the street we've just come from."

"You've never been?" he asked, surprised. "I'm sorry, perhaps that was ignorant to ask...it's just, you seem like you're granted just about everything your heart desires. Did your family never book a show in Normandy?" Expression softening, Ben nodded at her query. "Yeah...though you put it far more poetically than I ever could. As someone who's witnessed plenty of 'ugly' out there, it's nice to be reminded that there's a lot of beauty, too."

"Francesca."

For a moment, Ben was genuinely thrown by her remark, his mouth opening as he searched her eyes for clarification.

"Its not Miss Bridgerton -- Its Francesca."

"Oh...so no Fran, then?" Even though his kneejerk reaction had been to make a quip, his expression was warmer, softer, and he had to admit he was flattered that she trusted him enough to allow a hint of familiarity. The higher-ups always encouraged this level of rapport, but Ben hadn't been treating this as an assignment. In fact, ever since his arrival, he'd done everything in his power to try and shirk said responsibility, but now...well...perhaps this wasn't a punishment, after all.

"Ben," he finally offered. "My dad calls me Benjamin, so I guess if you're mad at me, that can be the address you prefer, but...my friends call me Ben." He chuckled. "They call me lots of things I'd rather not repeat, but that at least seems suitable as our start."

"And is that a good thing or a bad thing? Given your status, I'm assuming you love your brothers. So in that case... Thank you, Your Majesty, for bestowing upon me the highest of honours."

She supposed it wasn't either of those things, judging by the fact that he would likely never hang around with her brothers outside of a professional setting. They could be good fun when they wanted to be, but would they show that side of themselves with the man protecting their sister? Maybe Colin, but he didn't have much of a filter anyway.

"Then I guess its too bad you only have me," she quipped, although she wouldn't be able to stop Daphne and Eloise from hanging around -- That was the deal when cementing your success and career with your sisters. "Hopefully I'm not too terrible to socialise with."

"My 'socializing' tends to be with people I serve and protect. For what it's worth, you're the least grating person I've had to aid in months. The prettiest, too, but that's not much of a competition, seeing how my last guy had age spots, dentures, and an ill-fitting toupee."

Surprising herself with a bright laugh, Francesca nodded towards the mini fridge nestled in the corner - Their own makeshift bar. "Well the fridge is stacked, so help yourself. I don't really tend to drink unless there's a drinking game involved, which actually happens fairly often when my sisters and I are trapped in a hotel for too long."

As Ben spoke of his childhood and the dinosaurs that he so loved, Francesca found herself holding onto each word with a soft fondness in her gaze. She so adored listening to stories, laughing quietly as she pictured his mother's exasperation.

"I wanted to be an astronaut when I was really little," she confessed. "I loved the idea of going to other planets and being so close to the stars, but I guess it wasn't meant to be. I think I'd be pretty terrible at it anyway -- Were your parents supportive of your palaeontology dreams?"

"Who's your favourite artist? I've always liked Monet...in fact, I did a report on him in third grade."

Nodding in agreement, Francesca's smile never wavered, wondering how the two of them had gone from mindless bickering to... well, this. She hadn't spoken to anyone like this is so long, it felt almost wrong to let her guard down.

"Monet is my favourite too. I'd love to go to Normandy where he painted most of his oils - He makes the world look remarkable, doesn't he? It feels a world away from the street we've just come from."

"I know this is just a job, but I also believe in basic human decency. I wouldn't be in this job if I was interested in making a quick buck. And you're not...y-you're not just... I can't even pretend to understand -- I don't -- but I imagine it's difficult knowing who you can trust, and who really, genuinely wants to be your friend. And although I'm sure this will come off as trite B.S., I hope you know you can trust me. I'm here to protect you, and leaking your secrets would do the exact opposite of that. I'd never intentionally endanger your life."

It was sweet, the way that he was so quick to defend, and yet Francesca's lips parted to reassure him that she had not meant it as an offense -- If only the words would release. For a moment after his speech, she sat, chewing on her lip as she considered what else could be said. 'Thank you'? 'Don't worry about it'?

"Francesca," she eventually said, blue eyes on blue in silent comradery. "Its not Miss Bridgerton -- Its Francesca."

[inspectorboobzilla]

@xissp​ || Continued

Jet still was barely talking to her despite the couple days she had been aboard. Spike had suggested she just be herself around him, he would get used to her sooner or later. The idea stemmed from there. 

Be yourself. He’s bound to like you. 

Shura decided to do what she done best. Drink. She went out and brought some different drinks, making her favourite cocktail for him. Shura wouldn’t tell him what it was she was making, but he seemed game to at least try as he sat at the table watching her root around the place for something to mix it with. There still seemed to be some awkwardness, she would never quite gain his eye contact for long. 

“Obviously, but since y’aint got a shaker it’s the best I can do” she huffed, mixing the ingredients, making sure the ice had chilled it enough before straining it into the glasses, adding in the mixer and slices of lemon and orange. “Put yer beer down it’ll ruin the taste” Shura instructed, bringing the glasses over and placing his in front of him. 

“Irish Whiskey, lemon, and club soda. It’s a classic. I think yer gonna like it” she added, nodding for him to take the first sip as she took her seat. 

[amysteriousmessenger]

If you are accepting requests what about first date headcanons with the RFA (if that is too many characters what about just Yoosung? 😊) hope you have a great day xx

I hope this okay anon!! I added Saeran and V into this just for my own serotonin <3 oh to think about Saeran’s first date~ Reminder that I have a giveaway open!

Yoosung Kim First Date Headcanons 

Oh, he is so nervous. He’s never been on a date before, so cutscene to him asking Zen and Seven what he should do: with Zen suggesting that he should be as suave as possible, presenting you with bouquets and chocolates and Seven telling the boy that he should only speak backwards to prove that he was cool. Definitely not trying to just make him look like an idiot.

He’s a poor student, so your first date would be somewhere relatively cheap, most likely the cinema and then go get some food afterwards! Yoosung would believe he had to be chivalrous and let you pick the movie and where you wanted to eat, and would try to pay for your ticket and food since he’s the one who asked you out.

He’ll be internally panicking the entire time in the cinema, wondering whether he was allowed to wrap his arm around you or touch your hand. He really wanted to, but he didn’t want you to think he was moving too fast. So, when you lean your head on his shoulder he swears his heart stops. He won’t move a single muscle for the rest of the movie because he doesn’t want to disturb you. 

He’ll try to work up the courage to hold your hand on the walk home and he’ll actually manage it when you’re about two minutes away from where you live. It’s the thought that counts.

Zen/Hyun Ryu First Date Headcanons

On the outside, Zen’s cool and collected. He knows how to flirt and how to look good whilst doing it. He’s had a girlfriend before but that was a while ago, so he would be ever so slightly worried that perhaps he’ll be a little rusty. He spends extra long looking himself over in the mirror making sure that he looks his absolute best before he comes to meet you.

Your date would be an evening in the bar, sharing a couple of drinks and getting to be more comfortable in one another’s presence. Zen’s usually flirty, but he’s even more so after he’s had a couple of beers. He’ll be throwing compliments and winks at you like there’s no tomorrow: but that’s okay because you’re definitely enjoying the attention. 

You’ll talk about everything under the sun, the RFA, his work, your hobbies, how much he hates Jumin, how weird funny Seven is.

Zen will make sure you’re into it before he touches you, but he’ll be quick to wrap his arm around your waist or lightly touch your hand, using his finger tips to trace around the inside of your wrist. He won’t admit it, but seeing you so happy for his affection and even reciprocating it flusters him a little because it’s so genuine and sweet. 

Zen insists on walking you home, especially because it’s late and he wants to personally make sure you get home safe. He’ll swap between holding your hand and holding you by the waist as you walk, and will kiss your cheek before you go into your house. He doesn’t want to push his luck or overstep any boundaries, he’s a gentleman afterall, but he’s very pleasantly surprise when you pull him in for another kiss on the lips.

Jaehee Kang First Date Headcanons 

Jaehee’s also rather nervous before the first date, but tries her best to keep calm. She figures that you wouldn’t have agreed to the date if you didn’t already like her, but she’ll still doubt herself in that you should be with someone more interesting and less plain.

She’ll invite you to a lunch date at her favourite coffee shop, and will enthusiastically explain all the different types of coffee beans and processes to you. Your heart flutters at the sparkle in her eye and she apologises for getting too excited, please reassure her that you love listening to what she has to say. 

When you both order and sit down, Jaehee gives you the Zen DVDs she offered to lend you, and the two of you talk about the different musicals and extra behind the scenes, and Zen, and you promise to guard these DVDs with your life. 

You listen as she slightly vents about Jumin, which is very understandable and you console her for having to catsit Elizabeth the 3rd once again. Jaehee gets a little bit flustered when you read across the table to hold her hand, but her gentle smile indicates that she’s enjoying the affection.

When it’s time for you to part, after Jaehee got another coffee to go whilst muttering that she just got another two emails from Jumin, Jaehee’s a little hesitant on the appropriate goodbye, she isn’t quite sure what to do since it was only a first date. The two of you hug, and she’’’ be so worried you’ll feel how much her heart is racing.

Jumin Han First Date Headcanons

Pulls out all the stops. You continuously assure him that he doesn’t need to and that you’re on the date to spend time with him, not his money. And whilst he understands that, he wants to treat you to a pleasant first date that you won’t forget and just believes that it should be standard to treat his partner.

He’ll have Driver Kim pick you up and bring you to Jumin’s favourite restaurant, where he’s (Jaehee) made reservations for the two of you. It’ll be an evening meal, shared over a bottle of horrifically expensive wine.

He’ll show you another one of his beautifully captured blurry images of Elizabeth the 3rd. He’ll even offer to show you the livestream he has on his phone, showing you watch Elizabeth was currently curled up asleep on the sofa.

He’s more interested in hearing about you than talking about himself. Jumin doesn’t mean to worry you with his forwardness. He’s very intent on being nothing like his father in terms of dating, and wants you to know that he doesn’t go into anything half-hearted, his lovelife included. 

You offer to pay your share, but Jumin declines. He insists that he was raised to pay for his partner’s meal, but he appreciates the sentiment that you were not depending on him to cover your bill, even though he always intended to do so anyway. 

You’ll share Driver Kim’s car on the way back, with Jumin taking your hand and kissing it as you left the car, telling you that he had a wonderful time and hoped that you did too, a small smile present on his face. 

Saeyoung Choi First Date Headcanons

Seven is very stressed. Firstly, he can’t believe that he even asked you on a date, let alone the fact that you said yes. Who would want to date someone like him? He’s a mess. But regardless, he’s getting himself all worked up and it’s only a slap in the back of the head from Vanderwood that sorts him out. 

Your first date would be to an arcade during the evening. You let Seven pick the date, and you laughed when you heard what he had chosen. It was so him: fun, childish, a bit chaotic. 

He’s very good on the claw machines, and will make a point of winning you any stuffed animal you want. He’ll also just win any particularly cursed plushies that he sees. This means that you’ll end up with an entire bag of cute stuffed animals, a minion, a bootleg Shrek, a fish with no eyes and a random sock that somehow made it’s way in. 

As a joke, you bring the bootleg Shrek up to your lips and kiss it before pressing it against Seven’s lips to also kiss the stuffed toy. His heart is racing and he sends a flustered, very speedy message of ‘ASDFGWESHARED AN INDRECT KIS WITH SHREK!!!’ to Vanderwood, and completely received an ‘I don’t care’ in reply. 

The two of you take a selfie to send to the chatroom, and Seven’s heart is fluttering so fast, you’re so close to him and oh god he can even smell your perfume and it’s so nice and- Snap. You took the picture, and laughed at how Seven wasn’t even looking at the camera in the photograph, he was glancing at at you with the softest expression on his face. He’s so embarrassed.

You get a ride home in one of his babies, and once you collect all of your stuffed toys out of the backseat, you root around in the back and give Seven the bootleg Shrek you both kissed. He wishes you a goodnight and turns to turn the radio on after you get out the car. He wasn’t looking at you, so his heart was not prepared for when you planted a kiss on his cheek before promptly running back into your home. Oh. He’s fallen, hard.

Saeran Choi First Date Headcanons

Saeran had never been on a date before, he’d never even had anyone romantically interested in him or been romantically interested in anyone before he met you. There was no way he was going to ask his idiot brother for advice, even though Seven was quite literally begging him to do so. He’d relented to the extent of briefly looking it up online, but nothing seemed quite right. 

He’d settle on a picnic and a walk around the park, since it was simple and sweet. He was a little nervous, so hoped that the flowers and sky would calm him down and he’d be able to talk to you about any flowers that the two of you found. 

He’d make the picnic food all on his own (letting his brother eat any of the scraps from the preparation) after asking what your favourite foods were. He’s so happy to see you enjoying what he made, it fills him with a warmth he still cannot quite pinpoint, but he knows he wants to feel it again and again. 

He’d take your hand in his as you walked around the park, where he could point out the different flowers and tell you their meaning, and how pretty they would look braided into your hair. When the two of you see an ice-cream van, he immediately suggests going over to buy some, and your heart clenches at the sheer childlike joy at getting to eat it. It’s so sweet and tender to watch. 

He swears he can see a poof of red hair every now and then from behind a tree, or in the reflection of a shop. Surely not. He must be imagining things. He had better just be imagining it. 

V/Jihyun Kim First Date Headcanons

V isn’t particularly picky when it comes to dates, as long as it’s doing something that you would enjoy. If you left it down to him, which you did this time since it was your first date and he was the one that asked you out, it would be spending time together at his house over a bottle of wine. He’s not as formal as Jumin, so he doesn’t mind you coming over straight away. V’s not expecting you to spend the time, so he’s already arranged for one of Jumin’s drivers to come and pick you up afterwards, as a personal favour to Jumin. 

Genuinely, V just wants to know more about you. He’ll ask you about your likes and interests, what you hate, how you love, what your world views are, how you see yourself and what art means to you. He’s not a particularly great cook, but he’ll make dinner for the two of you and pour you a glass to go with it. 

He doesn’t regard himself as an interesting enough person to warrant your attention, but he’ll answer almost any question you ask him about himself. He’s trying to be a more open and honest person, especially to you. Whilst there are some things he’s tentative to talk about, he’ll freely share his world and artistic views with you.

V will show you some of his photographs, and more intimately his paintings, in his studio and let you see his workspace. He’ll show you around his private collections and, if you’re comfortable with it, will ask to take pictures of you since there’s not enough time to paint you- although he definitely mentions wanting to do that at a later date too.

[i-write-boop-spoops]

Guzma and an abandoned baby headcanons

The title isn’t as weird as it seems, it actually makes sense!

A lovely anon requested a one-shot, or headcanons, about Guzma finding an abandoned baby and him interacting with and looking after them.

I went with a headcanon format, so I hope that’s cool anon, thanks again for requesting.

There’s some cursing and mentions of alcohol consumption, but that’s about it.

Enjoy!

Guzma likes bugs. He likes ‘em a lot

Way more than the average person, from his team, that much is obvious

So, one day, he’s wandering out and about near Po Town, looking for bugs, naturally.

And he hears this noise

At first, he thinks it’s just some baby pokemon, crying for its mama

But then, as he hears the sound ring out again, he realises that he was somewhat correct.

A baby is crying out for their mom, but it’s a human baby.

Wait, what the fuck?

Why is there a human baby chilling out near Po Town?

He follows the sound, hoping to find a family at an ill-advised picnic, but he doesn’t.

The baby is alone, wrapped in a blanket, squirming as they cry. They are nestled between a mighty tree, right between its thick roots.

They must be only a couple months old, far from walking or talking.

He doesn’t know what to do, but he knows he can’t leave the little thing there.

It’s way too dangerous.

Gently, he picks up the infant and cradles them in his arms, shushing them gently as he rocks them.

They immediately calm, and smile at him.

He melts.

He brings them back to Po Town, and goes about looking after them properly.

Gets a little crib and other baby things from thrift stores.

Calls the kid squirt and cutiebug.

Learns how to feed and change them from the grunts who have much younger siblings and niblings.

Hates waking up to feed them, loves seeing them nice and calm as he holds the bottle while they drink, and cradles ‘em softly.

He loves making them giggle when he plays with them.

Favourite part of the day is holding the little squirt in one arm as he sips a beer and watches some TV, while they smile and gurgle at him.

After a few weeks, although he’s gotten quite close to the bug-baby, he realises, maybe the dark, dilapidated and dirty Team Skull HQ ain’t the best place for a cute kid like them.

He thinks they deserve a better father figure than a low-life like him.

He decides it’s best to bring the baby to the police to see what they can do.

He must really like the kid if he’s going there.

They are cold to him, but helpful, promising to make sure the bug-baby is taken care of.

He really misses the squirt, but he thinks he did the right thing.

He has a few pictures of them and he likes looking at them when he’s sad.

Considers adopting the kid if they don’t find a home in the next year, would definitely do so if they’re not adopted after that.

How does Guzma Jr. as a name sound?