#not that there's anything wrong with the M&L series I'd just like to see a fresh take with the mechanics completely changed up

[pianokantzart]

Luigi as a jack of all stats character while Mario is a fragile speedster, you feel?

[exhaslo]

PLEASE! Please make a part 3 of the bully!miguel x ghost reader ITS SO GOOD!!!!

Haha, I'm glad you enjoyed it!! I'll just make this a quick summary of afterwards since I do have to write some other stuff! Hope this will suffice!!!

Part 1 Part 2

Warning: Minors DNI, Smut, fluff

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After your night with Miguel, you had worked with the campus to move out of your dorm. It took a while, but you had successfully moved into Miguel's apartment right by the campus. It made you happy to know that you did not need to worry about people bullying you as much anymore.

Miguel made sure of that.

There was a new rumor going around campus. How if anyone dared to try and catch the ghost that they would be beaten to a pulp. You had an idea as to what happened, but you couldn't be mad at Miguel. Miguel was only trying to protect you.

Miguel was so kind to you and you alone. He always walked with you to class and made sure that you were never alone. Sometimes he had no choice since he was in class, but people started to get the hint. It still happened every now and then, but you were pretty much free from bullying.

The only bullying you received repeatedly was from Miguel in bed. There have been times where Miguel made sure you couldn't go to class the next day. He would fuck you so good that you swore you saw stars most nights.

Currently, you were sitting in the library beside Miguel. You had wanted to study in peace for your finals. Miguel watched you, whispering every now and then that he could tutor you back at the apartment.

"I know you're smart...B-But you're tutoring will end up...well, w-with me not learning anything." You whispered, hiding your face in your textbook. Miguel just chuckled in response,

"That's the point. You'll do fine on your exams."

You smiled as Miguel nuzzled against you, wanting you to give into him. Of course you would. Miguel was hard for you to say no too. He was a charmer.

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"See, I told you I'd help you learn," Miguel hummed as he thrusted into you from behind. He held your hips up, chuckling as he watched you lay against your textbook, "Or maybe not?"

"M-Miggy~ S'much~" You babbled, gripping onto the bedsheets.

"I suppose, you're getting drool on your book,"

Miguel chuckled as he changed positions. He pressed your legs against his chest, leaning closer to you. Your cute fucked out expression just begging for more. Miguel could never get enough. He captured your lips for a kiss before sharing in your orgasm.

Sighing softly, Miguel carried you to the bathroom. He stepped into the bathroom with you, helping you wash yourself,

"I heard the funniest thing today," Miguel started as he stroked your sides, "People were claiming that the campus ghost was now possessing the campus bully."

"W-Why can't they just l-let it go!" You stuttered, huffing your cheeks out. Miguel nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck,

"I don't see anything wrong with this rumor. As long as no one is bullying you," He kissed your neck, "Who cares if they say I'm possessed. It isn't a lie-"

"M-Miguel! I-I'm no g-ghost a-and...and I don't-"

"I'm teasing."

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You had stayed by Miguel's side for the rest of your college life. Once graduation came, Miguel boldly proposed to you in front of everyone. You had turned a million shades of red, but agreed. Miguel made you happy and you were contempt with living your life with him.

When it came time for your wedding, you stood in front of Miguel in a gorgeous all white dress. Miguel just smiled as he read his vows to you,

"(Y/N), there is just one last thing I want to get out of my chest," He hummed.

"Y-Yes?"

Miguel smiled as he placed the ring on your finger,

"I caught the campus ghost."

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Hehe, this was a cute mini series. I hope you liked it!!!

[rondo-of-blog]

Change Alone is Neutral

Today I watched Street Fighter: The Movie. The live-action one, where Ming-Na Wen is Chun-Li and Guile is French.

For the uninitiated, Street Fighter: The Movie bears a surface-level resemblance to its namesake (or, the sequel to its namesake, rather) but diverges dramatically in various ways. Balrog's a good guy, Chun-Li's a journalist, and Zangief's... still a good guy, but he's VERY confused & susceptible to propaganda - relatable, amirite?

Now, when movies based on video games get talked about, the prevailing narrative is that they would be just peachy were it not for how many pesky CHANGES get made in the process of adapting the source material.

The primary audience for a video game adaptation ought to be the fans of the source material, after all, right? No Street Fighter fans went to theaters to see Street Fighter: The Movie in hopes of seeing, I dunno, Ryu entering into a found-family with his small-town cop bestie.

That all makes some amount of sense, but the truth isn't as simple as "is change good or bad?" That's yet another binary contrived to make sense of a chaotic world that defies description at its most beautiful.

No - to get to the heart of this, we're gonna have to take what I think I'll call a "step into the grey." Leave black-and-white behind and focus on what's in between it all.

So Street Fighter: The Movie is different. So what?

For one, it means we have an hour and 42 minutes of Balrog getting the heroic turn he's not gotten in the games in his 30+ years of character history. What they did to poor Grand L. Bush's hair in the film aside, I'd call everything in his depiction in the film a step up.

Gone are the constantly bugged-out eyes, gone is the characterization that (in the words of the Street Fighter fan wiki) paints him as a "greedy American boxer who loves booze, gambling and women." In the film he's a consistently-sympathetic figure who the audience is meant to root for, along with Chun-Li and E. Honda.

Now, is there anything wrong with Balrog being a villain in the actual Street Fighter games?... Not on its own but, in lieu of opening that can of beans, I'll just say it was refreshing to see him portrayed so positively.

The film setting itself apart from the games also means that the face of the damn series, Ryu, gets sidelined in favor of Jean-Claude Van Damme's Guile.

Now, am I gonna sit here and say I didn't enjoy Guile in the film? Of course not - he gets some of the best lines in the film and has an absolutely-magnetic presence on-camera, and Van Damme does an excellent job with the material.

... However.

Guile has never mattered like Ryu has mattered in Street Fighter. Ryu is the one on the covers, front-and-center, and would it have killed the film to let the big Hollywood name actor take the role of a memorable side-character (à la Ben Kenobi) while a fresher face - in this case, Byron Mann - takes the lead? I don't think so!

Just look at the 1995 Mortal Kombat movie! I hear it did pretty good doing pretty much that!

Does every movie need to be the same, then? Obviously not, and Street Fighter: The Movie would inevitably have been very different if Ryu took on a more central role. Could it have been closer to the games? Perhaps. Would that have made it better? Were the writers on the film even equipped to write a good movie centered around Ryu?

All questions I will happily shrug in response to, because I wasn't there and I can't know about things that never happened.

That's just two examples of where the film made changes to the source material as it adapted it into a movie, anyway. One positive and one negative, at least as I've presented them so far. But, getting back to the grey, let's take another look at both.

Balrog's heroic turn is nice and all, but it's not automatically good on its own. Its execution is what truly makes it great. Conversely, while I dislike the principle of him being sidelined, Ryu is still a lovable character in the film - even as he and Ken are randomly con men.

This is all very basic stuff, I realize. "Thing isn't bad on its own, it can be good if it's good" isn't exactly setting the world on fire for philosophizing. It's good to talk about this stuff anyway, I think, since it can be so easy to forget the simple things sometimes.

As far as change goes, has something I like ever changed to be something I didn't like? Of course! Several times!

When people get bogged down in rigid binaries though, which I see happening often, it can be a pretty awful scene. Conservatism is founded on a resistance to change, flatly painting any change taking place as straying from a grand old path - or 'GOP,' if you dig acronyms... and enemies of basically everything good in the world.

When something changes, that can be an opportunity to take a look at what you liked about it before so you can figure out why you don't like it now. Did it change, or did you change? If it changed into something you don't like, does that make it worse or just different? All questions that can lead to a better understanding of what you love.

I don't ask that you love every change that comes your way, all I ask is that we not flatten the conversation. Real-life exists on more than two dimensions and, while 2D can be fun for video games, I like it better this way. :)

[wakasaz]

Purple Haze

♡Pairing: Wakasa Imaushi x Hairstylist!reader

♡Summary: Benkei thinks Wakasa's hair is boring, so he recommends his favorite barbershop.

♡Tw: 18+, NSFW, poorly written, afab!reader, fingering, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, oral (m → f & f → m), use of alcohol, pet names, princess, pretty girl, sweetheart. I think that's it if I forgot something let me know.

♡A/N All characters are 21+ Not proof read. Part of hairstylist series I guess? A few people asked for this to be posted so.

♡Wc 6.8+

Wakasa wasn't one to care about appearances. The way he saw it he looked how he looked and that was that. Well, that was until Benkei had to bring up that he has had the same hairstyle since high school. Blonde and shaggy that's how his hair has always been and he didn't care but now that Benkei was nagging him about it he decided maybe he did need a change so he started growing it out.

Wakasa was content until Benkei had to open his mouth again and tell him his hair is "boring".

"You told me to get a new hairstyle and I did."

"All you did was stop getting my cut."

"Yeah, and now it's different than in high school."

"It's boring man. Did you even try to find a new style?"

"Technically it is styled."

"Putting it in a ponytail or bun isn't a style man. Look just go to my barber at least once. I guarantee you'll like it and since I'm such a good friend I'll even help pick your new style!"

"If I say yes will you shut up?"

"Yes"

"Hmm, fine."

Benkei took care of everything. Made the appointment, picked out the cut, he even went as far as to pay in advance so Wakasa wouldn't have to worry about anything. The day of the long-awaited appointment came. Benkei and Wakasa met at the shop as they agreed. Wakasa was actually early. He made it before Benkei so he waited in the parking lot on his bike. A few minutes later Benkei shows up.

"Umm hey man so I need to tell you something," Benkei says

"Hmm?"

"So my normal guy had a family emergency and had to leave early so one of his employees is taking over all his appointments for today. But I promise you man they are just as good. I've seen their work several times while getting mine done and they are basically on the same level as my guy. I'd even let them do mine if my normal guy wouldn't be able to. But if you aren't comfortable with it they did tell me they could reschedule you for next week when he is back."

"I don't care, I'm already here let's just get this over with."

"That's the spirit man!" Benkei says slapping him on the back.

If we are being honest here Wakasa didn't have high hopes. He wasn't expecting much. What was there to expect? It was probably some old dude who has been doing this his whole life and his employees were probably the same. Just a bunch of old men cutting hair. That's a Barbershop is right?

Oh, how wrong Wakasa was. He wasn't expecting much but he definitely wasn't expecting this. They walked in and there stood a young girl with (h/c) hair. Is she the one doing my hair? He thought looking around the shop. She's the only one here. Where are the old men? Now Wakasa wasn't sexist by any means, but when he thought barber he thought of old men cutting other men's hair not a cute young girl. Was it even safe for you to be here alone? Wakasa was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard someone talk.

"Benkei! I haven't seen you in a few months!" The young girl said

"Hey, (y/n)! Yeah, I think I've been coming in on your day off. It's good to see you."

Wait Benkei knows her? Wakasa thought. So she must be the one doing my hair then if he knows her.

"It's good to see you too!" She says with a smile "so is this your friend you were telling me about earlier?"

"Yep, this is Imaushi Wakasa. Wakasa this is (l/n) (y/n)."

"Nice to meet you Imaushi, Benkei has told me quite a bit about you."

"Nice to meet you too (l/n), probably all bad or embarrassing things."

"You wound me Waka! I'm not that bad of a friend." Benkei says faking being offended.

Wakasa just rolls his eyes. He knows better than that. Any chance Benkei has to embarrass him he is going to take it.

"Well if you are ready to start you can come on back to the second chair Imaushi."

Wakasa walks over and takes a seat with Benkei following not far behind.

"So what are we doing?" (Y/n) asks

Wakasa just looks at Benkei through the mirror waiting for him to speak up since he has no idea what he is getting done.

"Oh, we made an agreement I get to pick his new cut but it has to be a surprise till the end," Benkei says showing you a picture of the style he picked.

"Oh, okay. You cool with this?" You ask Wakasa who just nods his head and says "let's just get this over with"

"Well since it's a surprise do you want me to cover the mirror Benkei?"

"That would be great (y/n)!" He says

You cover the mirror and get a clean cap for Wakasa. You noticed he wasn't very talkative so you mainly talked to Benkei. You start by brushing Wakasa's hair and getting a comb out the section. The picture Benkei showed you had the sides shaved and the rest was left long. You parted the hair from the arch of his eyebrows back go right below his ear and down leaving a square section. You did this on both sides and secured the sections with a rubber band. You then clipped the rest of his hair so it was out of the way. Since the side is going to be pretty short you decided to go cut them with your shears first then go in with your clippers and trimmers after for a cleaner look. You picked up your Sam Villa essential series 5.5" shears holding them in your dominant hand with your thumb and ring finger in the finger inserts and had your pinky resting on the tang.

"You sure about this Imaushi? Once I cut this I can't put it back on. You sure you don't want to know what I'm doing first?"

"It's just hair it'll grow back. Just do whatever Benkei says."

"Okay, as long as you're sure. You can't get mad at me if you don't like it!"

Wakasa just chuckled at that. He truly didn't care. As long as he doesn't look stupid he can always deal with it till it grows out.

You proceed by cutting the square section behind the rubber band. You do this on both sides and sit the hair left in the rubber band aside on your station. You picked up your Babylisspro FX870 rose gold clippers and attached the number 2 guard onto the blade. You moved the taper lever up for a closer cut and turned on the clippers. You moved the clippers from bottom to top keeping your hand on the sectioning to ensure you don't cut outside of your section. After you are sure the section is evenly cut and no stray hairs are left behind you put the clippers down and pick up your Wahl Mag trimmers to clean everything up. You went around his ear, squared off his sideburns, and cleaned up around his hairline. You processed to do the same on the other side as well. After you finished his sides you took the rest of the hair down and brushed through it again to make sure it didn't Knott but while it was clipped out of the way. You picked your shears up again and parted his hair down the middle. You took two inches off making sure not to cut past your second knuckle. We wouldn't want to cut your palm now, would we? The haircut didn't have any layers so you just did a basic zero degrees haircut.

After you finished you let Benkei take a look then took Wakasa to the shampoo bowl. You washed his hair with Paul Michell Tea Tree shampoo and did a deep conditioner since Tea Tree can dry the hair. You brought Wakasa back up to your chair and brushed his hair out after spraying Redken One United leave-in spray. You picked up your Sam Villa 1.5" Thermal styling round brush and Bio Ionic Powerlight professional hairdryer and dried his hair. After his hair was dried you pulled it back up into a ponytail for him but left two pieces out in the front one on each side. Once finished and Benkei gave you a thumbs up you took the cape off the mirror that you used earlier to cover it and turned Wakasas chair to face the mirror.

Wakasa looked in the mirror and just nodded. You took the cape off and he got out of the chair thanked you walked out to his bike. Benkei stayed behind and talked to you for a few minutes.

"I don't think he likes it. He didn't even say anything." You say to Benkei

"It's just how he is. I don't think he hates it. He doesn't show his emotions much."

"He could of at least said something" you mumble

Benkei just laughed and ruffles your hair

"Thanks again (y/n)! I'll see you later alright."

"See ya Benkei, and of he tells you he doesn't like it let me know! I'll be glad to change whatever he wants if he isn't happy."

"I will." He says walking out

Benkei walks out of the shop and sees Wakasa leaning on his bike.

"So?"

"So what?"

"Do you like it?"

"It's alright, I don't hate it. Just wasn't expecting it."

"(Y/n) thinks you hate it."

"Why?"

"Because you didn't say anything."

Wakasa's eyes widen slightly. Not enough for anyone to notice unless they stared at him. Was he supposed to say something? Now he's worried he offended you. Benkei and you talked the whole time he didn't want to interrupt. He also wasn't sure what to talk to you about. He doesn't know anything about hair so that was out of the question. He doubts you know anything about of like fighting or gang-related stuff. Did you even know he and Benkei are in a gang?

"I didn't know I was supposed to."

Benkei just shakes his head. They both got on their bikes and went their separate ways after talking for a few more minutes. Wakasa was home and was looking in the mirror. It isn't bad. She didn't do badly. She did well. Looks damn near identical to the picture. A week went by and the haircut started to grow on Wakasa. He noticed when he was bored or spacing out he would unintentionally rub his hand up and down the shaved sides of his head. That's actually how he noticed it needed to be shaved again. It wasn't as prickly anymore. He wasn't getting the same sensation on his hands when he rubs it.

It's been a little less than four weeks. You are at work cleaning up after your last client when the bell on the door chimes indicating that someone walked in. You turned around expecting just a random walk in since your next appointment wasn't for another half hour and you knew your boss didn't have anyone coming in for at least an hour but what you didn't expect to see was Wakasa standing by the door looking lost. You walked up to the front desk. This was a small family-owned shop so you didn't have a receptionist. Everyone took care of their appointments and customers themselves and took turns helping out walk-ins.

"Hey, Benkei's friend right?" You asked

"Yeah, (l/n) right?"

"That's me! What can I help you with"

"Was wondering if I could get the sides shaved again."

"Of course! Did you want anyone in particular to do it?"

"You. Umm I mean if you have time that is."

"Sure go ahead to my chair and I'll be right there," you say with a smile

Wakasa sits down and you get a cape for him

"What are we doing?"

"Just do whatever you did last time."

You did everything the same except you both decided to only cut the sides as the rest of his hair was fine. The appointment went pretty much the same as the last except this time he talked. He actually talked.

"How long have you been doing hair?" He asked

Of course the most asked question you probably get because you look so young. You usually lie and make a joke out of it saying "oh this is my first day" or "I don't even have my license, I came in to get my hair cut and they were hiring and said I looked like I knew what I was doing and offered me a job." Or even the occasional "don't tell my boss but I'm not actually licensed, I printed the license off the internet." Your boss and the regulars know you are joking and snicker but the look on the customer's face is always priceless. For some reason, though you don't even think to say any of that to him you tell him the truth.

"Three years, I graduated high school with my license."

"Oh, so you're what twenty, twenty-one?"

"Twenty-one"

"Hmm, I'm a few years older than you then. I'm twenty-four."

You finished up the cut and he left. You started cleaning up and you heard your boss snicker.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Oh, nothing, nothing at all."

You just roll your eyes and get back to work

The next couple of months consisted of the same thing. Every 3-4 weeks Wakasa walked in for a shape up and you guys would talk. At first, it started as casual talk then turned into learning more about each other lives. Wakasa started staying longer and longer after each appointed to talk then he started coming on more often even when he didn't need a cut.

"Hey, (l/n) just need the sides done."

"Imaushi, I saw you last week. I wouldn't be taking anything off."

"Oh, well since I'm here..."

And he would start a conversation with you every 3-4 weeks turned into 3 weeks, then 2 weeks, once a week, then twice a week, every other day, and now every day. Wakasa knew your schedule better than you did at this point. He knew when you started and when your day ended. He knew the times you were alone. Those are the times he always aimed to be there. He knew your shop had a lot of males even though you did both male and female hair but the clientele was mostly male because of your boss's clients. He also knew some of them likes you or would flirt with you. He saw too many times when he was in there. One guy in particular really irked him. Hanma Shuji. He knew all about Hanma. How he's a cocky little shit who doesn't like the word no. How he's in a gang and that he is a little bit crazy. Hanma would do anything to get what he wants. Unfortunately for you, you happened to be Hanmas knew fascination.

It was 8 pm the shop was about to close and Wakasa knew you'd be alone. He was on his bike on his way there. He was a little aggravated already because he was late. Benkei was off today so Wakasa had to stay longer to close up the gym. He pulled into the parking lot and what he saw made his blood boil.

" come on, you're done for the day. Just one trip around the block."

"I already told you Hanma, no, and I not done I'm waiting on someone."

"Please"

"No"

"How about a date?"

"No Hanma I'm not interested." You said walking away to start folding towns waiting on Wakasa. Hanma grabbed your wrist when you went past him

"Listen (y/n) I always get what I want one way or another."

You pulled your arm back

"Not this time Hanma"

"You little-"

He didn't get to finish his sentence. You heard a smack and then saw Hanma on the ground. Wakasa had hit him.

"She said no now fuck off." He said in a monotone voice.

"Come on (l/n) I'll drive you home."

After that Wakasa made sure to always be there when you had closing shifts. The minute the boss left Wakasa was walking in. He would just sit there and watch you work. You would have to yell at him for eating all the lollipops you kept for the kids after they got their haircut. He would replace them though. And it wasn't his fault you shouldn't have left them right where he sits.

He would drive you home every night even though you insisted he didn't have to.

"It's not safe for a pretty young girl to be walking home alone at this hour." He would say "I'm going that way anyway so you might as well let me take you."

The drives home started turning into drives to a fast food place for dinner before going home, then turned into taking the long way home so you could spend more time together. The long way home turned into just around the block one more time. One more time turned into late-night rides around Tokyo into the early hours of the morning.

"(L/n), let's go on a ride."

"Where to Imaushi?"

"Wherever we end up." He shrugs

You got his bike and he sped away. You holding onto his waste resting your face on his back. You got used to how fast Wakasa drives. Granted he does try to slow down with you on the bike "precious cargo" or whatever he said.

You stopped at the top of a hill overlooking the city.

"Imau-"

"Wakasa, ... Call me Wakasa."

"O-okay, Wakasa, call me (y/n) then." You said smiling

The late-night drives around Tokyo quickly turned into crashing at whoever's place was closest at the time and dropping you off at work in the morning. This pattern went on for several months and before you guys knew it it's been a year of Wakasa showing up at your work and driving you around town after. So seeing Wakasa come into the shop after your boss left wasn't anything new. Except for this time it was.

Wakasa showed up right when your boss left just like any other day except this time he seems aggravated. You can tell something is on his mind. You close the shop early and decide to hang out here for a little while together. You don't remember exactly how many beers you're both in now but it's enough that you're both acting like idiots. You're both loud laughing and cracking jokes that probably aren't that funny if you guys were sober.

"I-i want you to color my hair (y/n)!"

"What why?"

"'Cause Benkei says I'm b-boring" he hiccups

You're giggling at Wakasa's drunken state-granted you're just as drunk if not more.

"Let's see what's not boring..." Wakasa says with a serious face. At least as serious as he can be this shit-faced.

"A zebra, yeah a zebra..." Wakasa mumbles to himself

"(Y/n)! Make me look like a ZEBRA~!"

"I am not putting black color on your pretty blonde hair."

"What color will you then?"

"I don't know. A demi or semi, but not anything permanent. I like your blonde hair." you say spinning in the chair next to Wakasa

Wakasa looks up at the ceiling "What's your favorite color?" he asks

maybe its the alcohol or maybe its just your big mouth but you say the first thing that pops into your head. "Your eyes" you say looking at Wakasa

He turns his head and looks at you in the eyes. "then do that" he says

You drunkenly get out of your chair stumbling to the back room where all the color is kept. Once in the back room you start looking at all the color. You're boss doesn't color hair. He leaves all that to you. Looking around the room you spot where you keep all the fashion colors. Walking over to the shelf you start looking for purples.

"Joico or Pulp Riot?" you say to yourself looking at what is in stock of Joico you realize you don't have any purple left in stock. "Guess Pulp Riot it is then" you grab two tubes of Jam and One of Nevermore. Grabbing a bowl and brush you mix the two tubes of jam and two ounces of nevermore. You grab a pair of gloves and some foils and stumble back out to Wakasa. He was spinning in your hair with a sucker in his mouth looking up at the ceiling. He honestly resembles a little kid right now.

You stand behind him holding up the color bowl and smile at him. He looks at you in the mirror. "Alright, (Y/N)! Make me pretty" He says laughing. 'you're already pretty' you think. you nod your head and tell Wakasa he isn't allowed to be mad at you later if he changes his mind and he reassures you this is what he wants and he isn't going to change his mind. You put the gloves on while Wakasa takes his hair down and brushes it for you.

You put his cape on and get your foiling comb in your dominant hand sectioning his hair to start at the bottom back of his head. Since he apparently wants to look like zebra you decide to not weave his hair and just do slices. One you get have the section sliced out how you want it you grab a foil and fold the top over your the tail of your comb and put it under the slice. You hold the hair and foil in place by grabbing the end of his hair and holding it taut while you remove the comb from the foil and pick up the color brush with some of the purple on it and start applying it from roots to ends making sure to saturate the hair enough so it isn't splotchy.

You are about half way done foiling his hair when Wakasa starts complaining about how long it is taking. "well yeah, dummy, you giggle "I'm not just cutting it this time. I'm almost done" A half hour, a pack of suckers, and half a case of beer later and you are finished applying the color. You set a timer and tell Wakasa he has to wait twenty minutes and you'll be right back. You gather up all your supplies and go back to the back room to clean them up.

In the back room is a washer and dryer, color, perms, perm rods, a table and chairs, extra capes and cleaning supplies. The sink is in the far corner of the room. While using it your back is turned to door. You are so busy rinsing the bowl and brush you don't notice someone walk in. You jump feeling someone snack their arms around your waist and rest their head and your shoulder. You quickly realize its Wakasa once you smell cherries.

"I thought I told you to wait" you say turning off the water.

"Got lonely" he says his breath hitting your neck causing you to shiver. Wakasa starts rubbing his face into the crook of your neck "mmh, you're pretty" He holds you tighter causing your back to be flush with his chest. You feel his lips graze your neck "pretty girl" he whispers leaving a kiss where his lips where.

"Wakasa" you whisper even though it is only you two in the salon. Too drunk and high on the feeling of Wakasa's breath on your skin you don't notice one of his hands leave your waist and travel up to your chest grabbing onto the mound Wakasa lets out a groan.

"You okay with this, pretty girl?" Wakasa ask. You open your mouth but no words come out so you just nod your head. "Gotta hear you say it, sweetheart" "Y-yes, Waka" you say leaning back into his chest more. Wakasa starts kissing down your neck to your shoulder then back up to your jaw line. His hand that is left on your waist starts sliding down to the top of your pants. Wakasa nudges your cheek with his nose when you turn your head to look at him he catches your lips. You tilt your head back onto his shoulder to deepen the kiss. Wakasa's hand slips past your pants and you gasp when you feel his fingers on your bare heat. Wakasa slips his tongue into your mouth while he slips his other hand into your shirt. You grind back into him and he lets out a groan into your mouth. Wakasa continues to grind on you while you both fight for dominance.

You start to turn towards Wakasa when you both hear the timer you set earlier go off. You both break the kiss and jump away from each other breathing heavily. Neither one of you will meet the others eyes. You both continue to stand there saying nothing while the timer is going off. You finally decide to speak. "we - um - we should wash your hair." Wakasa nods and walks out of the back room. You follow shortly after to find him sitting at the shampoo bowl.

You walk over and tell him he can lean back and begin to rinse his hair. You've never been nervous around Wakasa. It's always been the opposite actually. He always made you feel safe and he was easy to get alone with. He has never made you uncomfortable, but you can't stop your hands from shaking as you start shampooing. He didn't do anything you didn't want. Actually you've spend many nights thinking about Wakasa while laying in bed with your hand shoved down your pants but you never thought anything would actually happen. He was a client and he was also your friend. You didn't even know if he saw you the same way. You didn't even know if he liked girls if you were honest with yourself.

You've seen girls thrown themselves at him and he always turns them down. Always has an excuse as to why he doesn't want to go out with them. Even the girls who straight up tell him they only want sex he still declines their offers. In the year of knowing Wakasa you have never seen him with a girl romantically or sexually. And he has never talked about any girls. at least not to you or in front of you. Maybe he just wasn't sure if you were comfortable hearing that stuff. You hear it all the time though you work in a shop that is ninety percent male clientele and Wakasa has been here when the guys have made lewd comments about a girl walking by or an actress or whatever but know that you think about it Wakasa never joins in on the conversation. actually he tends to rolls his eyes and ignores what they say.

You finish up washing his hair and putting it in a towel telling he can go back to your seat. You follow him and take the towel and start brushing his hair. Yep, he looks likes a zebra. Wakasa doesn't say anything. Not meeting your eyes in the mirror and you are scared he hates it or hates you for letting him kiss you and touch you the way you've been dreaming of. Maybe he didn't really want it and it was just the alcohol that caused him to do it. You start to worry that you might have messed up your friendship with the violet eyed man.

You try to remind yourself that Wakasa isn't a talkative guy but that wasn't true. While he might not be talkative to people he just meets or doesn't see as a friend but he does talk to you. He hasn't been this quiet since the first day you met him. You continue thinking about how to fix whatever happened to make Wakasa so quiet when you hear him start to laugh. Not just a chuckle like he normally does but an actual laugh. You look up at him confused. "What?" you ask

Wakasa continues to laugh and starts pointing at you "l-look at your neck" he says you look in the mirror and see purple hair color all over your jaw, neck, and shoulder. Not to mention it is also all over your top and pants. Basically everywhere he touched you is covered in purple. You stair wide eyed not knowing what to say. You look down and see Wakasa's hands are also stained purple. "You idiot! look at your hands!" you yell. Wakasa looks at them and starts laughing even louder.

You start laughing with him and shaking your head. "I'm not sure I'll be able to get all this color off your hands and my body" you tell him "good" he says stopping laughing at looking you in the eyes in the mirror. This is the first time he has looked you in the eyes since the timer went off. His eyes are dark. "what?" you ask. Wakasa stands up and pulls the cape off himself. He starts walking around the chair to where you are. He gets to you and starts walking closer causing you to start backing up. "I said good" he says continuing to walk closer and closer. "Now everyone will know where I touched you" he says. The back of your legs hit something hard. You turn your head slightly over your shoulder and see you are up against the front desk by the door. The door that is right next to a big window showing the inside of the shop for anyone who passes by.

"I-is that a good thing" you whisper even though its only the two of you. Wakasa nods his head and walks right in front of you and puts both his hands on either side of you on the desk closing you in. "Don't wan' anyone else to touch you" He whispers in your ear "'cause you're my pretty girl" he says moving his head so his lips graze your own and dropping his voice at the word my. "You are my pretty girl, right?" he asks. You bite your lip and nod your head. Wakasa puts his hands on you waist and lift you up onto the desk using his knee to open your legs so he can stand between them. "Tell me to stop" he says eyes flicking up to your own checking for signs of discomfort but he finds none.

Wakasa wants you to tell him to stop. Tell him to stop before he crosses the line even more than he has already done. He can blame what happened earlier on the alcohol and apologize to you in the morning and the act committed being minor enough that you forgive him. Tell him to stop before he takes things further to the point you won't forgive him. Wakasa thought that tasting you and touching you for the few minutes he did earlier would of been enough, been enough that he doesn't constantly think about bending you over this damn desk every time he is in here and a guy flirts with you or bending you over his motorcycle every time he takes you for a ride. He thought that now knowing what you taste like and how you felt under his skin would of been enough for him to take care of himself and imagine it was you. But at the same time Wakasa was praying you don't tell him to stop because now that he has tasted you once he knows he won't be able to stop thinking about. Now that hes touched you once he knows if you ever let him get that close to you again he won't be able to stop because he needs it, craves it.

You don't say anything because you don't want him to stop. All you can think about is his calloused hands and his tongue that tasted of his favorite candy. 'What else can his hands and tongue do?' you wonder. "If you don't tell me to stop I don't think I'll be able to sweetheart" Wakasa says the grip on your waist tightening. "Don't stop" you whisper over his lips. The second the sound leaves your mouth Wakasa's lips are on yours. This kiss is different than the first one. Hungrier, more feral, animistic almost. Wakasa grabs the back of your head fisting your hair pulling on it to tilt your head so he can deepen the kiss. You let out a moan when he pulls on your hair giving Wakasa the chance to slip his tongue into your mouth. His hand leaves your hair and goes to your neck. You're grabbing onto his shirt pulling him closer. That's all you can think about, closer. How to get him closer to you.

Wakasa understands what your doing and pulls you to the end of the desk closer to him. Your arms go around his neck hands grabbing onto his hair pulling on it. Wakasa moans into your mouth while he grabs the hem of your shirt lifting it. You put your arms up and break the kiss as he removes your shirt throwing it somewhere in the salon to be forgotten about. As soon as your shirt is gone his lips are on yours again. You hand goes underneath his shirt feeling ever bump of his abs and every scar and flaw he has. Though you wouldn't consider them flaws. Wakasa's shirt rises high as you move your hand high and high up his body. Lifting his hands you remove his shirt throwing it to be forgotten just like your own.

Your hand slides lower on his body till you hit the top of his pants. Both hands fumble with his belt. you push yourself off the desk and slide down to your knees kissing down his tones body the lower you do. You undo his pants and start to pull then down. Wakasa grabs your wrist looking down at you "you don't have to" he says you bite your lip and pull your wrist back continuing what you were doing. His cock springs free and you take it in your hand giving it an experimental pump. Licking up the underside to the tip Wakasa throws his head back. Taking him into your mouth you start to bob your head trying to take him down as far as you can without gagging. "oh god" Wakasa says drawing out the words. He grabs onto your head and bucks his hips into you. He pushes your head guiding you and controlling the speed. Wakasas breath hitches "f-fuck" He pulls away before he cums grabbing onto your arms and pulling you up. He pushes you so your back is flat against the desk. He pulls your pants and underwear off throwing them dropping to his knees. "my turn" he says before attaching his mouth to you. He fucks your cunt with his tongue switching to his fingers so he can pat attention to your little nub. He spells his name and draws shapes switching the presser and speed he is giving you. "Waka!" you yell breathlessly grabbing onto his hair trying to ground yourself. "'m gunna-" Wakasa pulls away from you. "cum for me princess" reattaching himself he picks up his speed. your legs start to shake pulling his face closer to you. Your back arches screaming his name. Wakasa continures working you through your high.

Once its too much you start trying to smack him away. He chuckles against you pulling away with your juices dripping down his chin. He stands up and positions himself between your legs licking his fingers. The second his fingers leave his mouth his lips are on yours again tasting yourself during the kiss. You both moan into each others mouths. Wakasa fists himself rubbing between your folds to collect slick you jerk everytime the head of his cock nudges your swollen clit. Slowly pushing into your heat Wakasa has his face shoved in your neck leaving kisses trying to distract you. "'s too much" you whimper nails digging into his shoulder. "I know." he whispers "But my pretty girl can take it, yeah?" You whine holding onto him tighter "You can take it right, princess?" He asks lips hovering over yours "y-yeah" You say as he bottoms out. Wakasa smirts "knew you could pretty girl" He say kissing you.

Wakasa waits a few seconds to make sure you are okay before he starts moving. When he does start moving its slow. Painfully slow. You can whine and can feel Wakasa smiling against your skin. "What's my girl need?" he asks "hmm?" you whine again "Come on use your works for me, princess?" he says "F-faster" you say. Wakasa picks up his speed and starts thrusting faster and harder. He's holding onto your hips so tight you know they are going to bruised in the morning. Your nails scratch his back leaving marks and he groans into your neck and bites on the flesh. "waka!" you yell wrapping your legs around his waist to hold him as close to you as possible.

The only sounds that can be heart are the wet sounds of skin smacking again skins and your moans that are muffled by Wakasa mouth. Wakasa man handles you into flipping onto your belly so you are bent over the desk ass in the air. He slams back into you with such force it sauce you and the desk to move. You yell his name. Wakasa continues to fuck into you as you lay face down on all the business cards and appointment books reminding you you are still at work. But you don't care. The only thing you care about is Wakasa and what he is doing to you. You feel him move your hair and start kissing up your spine to the back of your neck. Your legs are shaking hardly able to hold yourself up. Wakasa slips a hand under you to play with your swollen nub while he abuses your cunt telling you how much of a good girl you are for him and he knew his pretty girl could take him.

Arching your back and pushing your ass back into Wakasa to meet his thrust you come undone yelling his name and gripping the desk under you trying to ground you. Your legs give and wakasa is quick you grab you with one of his arms as he continues to abuse your cunt. His movement grow sloppy and he is groaning and grunting louder with his head laying on your back he asks "where- where do you want it?" without even thinking you you say "inside". Hearing that is all it takes for wakasa to snap painting your gummy walls white and he thinks if he died right now buried in your pussy he could die happy.

You both stay like that for a minute both coming down from your highs breathing evening out. Wakasa is peppering kissing all over your back and shoulders. You can feel his cum start to leak down your thighs when Wakasa slowly stands up and pulls out his softening cock. "I'll get you cleaned up" he says kissing your shoulder one more time before walking away. You roll over and sit up on the desk. Wakasa comes back a minute later and starts to clean up the mess of both of your juices. After he is done he helps you get dressed then dresses himself.

You both clean up the salon and leave. Walking in the parking lot Wakasa offers you a ride home like always you accept on get on his bike with your arms around his waist. He speeds down the road. Once you get to your apartment you invite Wakasa in. Sitting on the couch watching a show neither of you care about Wakasa asks "What are we?"

"What do you mean?" you ask him

"Was that a one time thing? Are we just fucking now? Are we together?" he says whispering the last sentence

"I like you, Wakasa"

"I like you too, (Y/N)" he says sliding closer to you on the couch. "So, will you be my pretty girl for real this time?" he asks

The next day at work you walk in with Wakasa following behind because "I have to make sure my girl is safe before I go". You both notice your boss and two clients looking at you both. You and Wakasa exchange looks confused as to why everyone is staring.

"Finally made him your boyfriend huh, (Y/N)?" your boss asks

"What are you talking about?" you ask confused

"Imaushi. You guys are together now right?"

"How did you know?" you yell at your boss "We just got together a few hours again!"

Your boss and the clients both laugh and your boss points to you and Wakasa. Finally realizing what he was talking about your eyes grow wide. You turn to the mirror to see your neck is stained with purple hair color in the exact shape of Wakasa's hand while his hands are still stained purple.

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"Wait, so that's why your hair is purple." Takeomi asks Wakasa with Benkei following behind as they walk into the jewelry store after leaving the Brahman hideout

"Mhm" Wakasa says

"How long ago was that again?" Benkei asks

"Around three years ago I think" Wakasa says walking to the counter

A worker walks up to the three men "Is there anything I can help you gentlemen with?"

"Yeah, do you have any purple engagement rings?" Wakasa asks

This keeps getting deleted for some reason. If I happens again I give up

Also I don't write smut so I know this sucks but for the 7 anons who asked after the ran x hairstylist post here you go. Hope it isn't too shitty(it is)

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A Taste of Heaven Part 7

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Contains: Fluff, hurt/comfort, medical cannabis use, smut (oral sex M and F receiving, fingering, P in V)

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After years of study and effort, you finally secure your dream job, as one of the head curators at the best museum in New York. After inheriting a huge brownstone you're looking for a roommate when your best friend Ubbe comes up with a suggestion, his younger brother Hvitserk. Better yet, you're a food historian and he's a three Michelin star chef.

"What did Harold say?" Hvitserk put the coffee down on the table in front of you, "even if the radio host won't pay, now that he's confessed, we can take it from the proceeds of his show. We've all decided that Bob should also get a pension if his hands don't improve, which will also come from the host and the actual participants, some of them are very wealthy."

Hvitserk nodded, "when do the court proceedings start?" You shrugged, "not for ages, they need to handle the criminal case first, but it looks like they're all going to plead out."

Things had been strange over the last few days, with each good update, he didn't seem even a little surprised. He would smile softly and press a kiss on your cheek. You knew something was going on, but there's was no point in worrying about it, Ubbe would have said something if there was a reason to be concerned.

"We've got to take the kitties in for their first shots tomorrow, then we need to help Ubbe set up his house for his little one." Hvitserk shook his head, "who knew a few days with our guys would turn him into a foster mother." You smiled, "your brother has always been a little too soft, all it takes is one sad story for him to be invested."

"I know, I'm taking a half-day in case they need extra cuddles. I know when dad got the dogs their rabies shots, they felt pretty shit for a couple of days." You nodded, "that's not uncommon with the rabies vaccine. I know we're not letting them outside but I think we should get the heartworm shot rather than back of the neck."

He nodded, "good idea, is there anything else we should ask the vet about?" You shook your head, "they're too small for spay and neuter, I'll ask the vet the soonest possible date and set up the appointment tomorrow."

"Great, I'll see you tonight. Love you."

"Love you too."

There was a buzz in the office when you arrived, it had been there since the day the host turned himself in. The cleaning was done with a purpose instead of just a sad drudge, whispers were passed back and forth about who would come out next. Mary had made a bet with Carl that the politicians who advertised on the show would here glad handing to save face.

Sure enough, the interim guard stood and waved his metal detector wand while a man in a crisp suit and red tie walked into the bearly clean space. He walked up to you with the stride of a man who had never had the smug punched off his face.

"Hello Dr l/n I'm sure you know who I am." You didn't take his extended hand, "yes I do, Mr Hicks is one of your biggest doners. Are you here to win votes? Because if so, you're in the wrong place and you can bet when your campaign comes around I will be bringing this up with everyone who will listen."

His face changed, "Mr Hicks…" You cut him off, "Mr Hicks and his lies are the reason one of my good friends will have to go through months of painful medical care. I'm not some rich socialite, sir, you can't bullshit me. I don't want your cash or your promises of doing better. Leave, before I get you thrown out."

He shook his head, "I leave my check with your bosses and come back when you're less hysterical, I'm sure you'll be more reasonable once this mess is gone." You wanted to punch him but you refrained, "I'd be careful sir, Mr Hicks is singing like a canary, if I was you, I'd be worried about what skeletons he's going to let out of the closet to save his own skin."

He went red, "Mr Hicks is a smart man, he's knows when to stay quiet." You nodded, "let's hope, I imagine there are a lot of powerful people who want him to keep his mouth shut."

You raced off the called the brothers, the group call took a little while to connect but everyone was there listening, "you won't believe what just happened. You know that hardline Republican senator who's always going on cutting public spending?" There was a rush of yeses, "he just came here hoping to smooth things over with us. That's not the best part, he basically threatened Hicks when I said that he was ratting on people."

You could hear Ivar laughing, "are you starting a pool for how long this guy lasts before his powerful friends take him out?" The burst of giggles was cut off by Lagertha, chastising him, "Ivar, you know that's not appropriate. At least over the phone when other people can hear."

"Sorry mum." You shook your head, "you guys are terrible. I need to get back to work." The warm goodbyes were met with being invited to dinner that weekend and you hung up.

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The rest of the day went by quickly, most of the cleaning had been done by now and the department was almost ready for tours. By the time you were ready to head home, things looked practically normal.

Hvitserk was still at work when you got home, Ubbe had come by to drop the kittens off, having asked to look after them again today. You were in the laundry brushing Lady Soot when Ivar showed up.

"Hello sweetie. What brings you here today?" You pulled him into a hug and invited him inside, "hey y/n." He sat down and took his braces off, moaning and rubbing his legs, "I was at work, my legs won't stop aching. I figured you understand." You nodded, "I can give you some of my weed if you like? I take it for the migraines so I don't know if it will help but it's worth a try."

He nodded, "anything." You ran off and returned with a cookie, "we like our lungs in this house." He laughed and scoffed it down, "it should take about an hour and a half to work. I'll get you a heat pack in the meantime." He smiled softly when you came back and laid it over his legs.

"How's work been?" He shrugged, "busy, Bjorn's still trying to get the big security contract but they're playing hard to get. They want us armed to the teeth but they're not willing to pay for us the train their old guys or hire our guys." You shook your head, "why is he wasting his time? The security contracting part of the business is super high-end, why waste time and money on someone who wants a cheap job?"

He shifted again, trying to get comfortable, "I'll rub your legs, you explain why your brother wants to torture himself." You gently rubbed the ache away while he continued, "he hired us first to help with trading. He wanted to move fresh produce from the east to west coast without the carbon footprint but it took off and now he wants protection for his warehouse."

"Fuck that, he's made millions off of you guys, he needs to be grateful and listen to you and your brother or he needs to fuck off." Ivar laughed, "that's what mother said but you know Bjorn, he gets his mind set on something and he won't let it go."

Ivar kept venting to you as the medication kicked in, after a while he started to get sleepy so you covered him up and closed the blinds in the lounge room before calling Hvitserk to tell him to come in the backway.

"Hello my love." Hvitserk pulled you into a kiss, his hand coming to stroke your cheek, "how long's he been out?" You rested your head on his chest, "an hour, I think we should let him spend the night here so I can look after him if his legs act up again. We can wake him up for dinner at seven." Hivtserk nodded, "good idea, I'll make his favourite."

An hour later, you were walking up to Ivar's sleeping form and patting his cheek, "hey, it's time for dinner." He opened his eyes slowly, "I'm not hungry." You shook your head and helped him sit up, "Hvitserk make your favourite, you need to eat something even if it's just a bite."

You helped him put his braces back on and walked him to the dining table, "how are you feeling?" He shrugged, "much better just foggy." Hvitserk was smiling, "what are you smiling about?" He shook his head, "nothing, I just got lucky when you chose me."

Ivar chuckled, "you guys are really cute." You threw a bread roll at him, "you're one to talk, bringing flowers to Miss Hanah on your way to work." He blushed, Miss Hanah worked at the preschool next to one of Ragnar's buildings that Ivar did IT in and Ivar was utterly smitten.

"She's nice to me." Hvitserk laughed, "she's more than nice to you Ivar, you know mother saw you and her kissing in the cafe." Ivar put his spoon down, "we all know dude, Hvitserk couldn't want to tell me." Ivar started to laugh, "you guys are killing me."

"I've set up the spare room for you, I don't want you driving home in this weather while you're in pain." Ivar tilted his head, "what weather?" You raised your eyebrows, "it's going to pour in like half an hour, don't you pay attention to the sky."

Sure enough, forty minutes later the heavens opened and it was bucketing down. You all sat and watched some TV for a while before Ivar headed to sleep in the spare room and you and Hvitserk went to yours.

You were laying in bed with your back to Hvitserk's chest while he told you about his day, his hands rubbing the stiffness out of your shoulders. He leaned in to pressed kisses on your neck, his hands moving to stroke your skin.

"Can I suck your dick?" His breath caught in his throat, "fucking hell yes." You spun around and sat on his lap, holding his chin in your hand while you kissed his lips. He pulled his T-shirt over his head and you ran a hand down his chest, your lips following the path of your fingers while you moved down his body.

When you got down to the waistband of his pants, he practically pulled them off, you took his half-hard cock out of his pants and stroked it until it swelled against his stomach before placing kitten licks on the head.

"That feels really nice." His tone was breathy as you pulled him into you mouth. His hips started moving slowly, pausing each time to let you adjust as you went deeper, "just like that, oh fuck." You sucked him deeper, using your hand for the parts your mouth couldn't take in while the other rolled his balls.

"Can I cum in your mouth?" You pulled off and took over with your hand, "sure." You put your mouth back on his dick and went back to work, Hvitserk tapping your cheek soon after to let you know he was ready. You squeezed his hand in consent and seconds later, he was cumming down your throat.

He pulled you up, pressing an opened mouth kiss to you before flipping you over and kissing down your body, "your turn." Hvitserk pulled your top off then sucked a nipple into his mouth while his hand rubbed the other one softly, swapping over when you gasped and grabbed his head.

You pushed your panties off as he made his way down your body and lifted your legs onto his shoulder when he kissed over your mound, settling down comfortably into the pillows. He used one hand to hold you open and sucked your clit into his mouth, moaning as your taste filled his mouth, "you taste like sour candy." You giggle was cut off by a moan as he slid two of his long fingers inside you.

"Hvitserk, please." He lifted his head for a moment, "I know, I'm here. Just let me make you feel good." He didn't stop until your legs were quivering around his head and you were pushing him away from the overstimulation. He kissed up your body and rested his weight on you, his hard cock laying against your stomach.

"Do you want to keep going?" You nodded, "yes please." He shifted onto his elbows and used one hand to line up with your entrance, with one last nod for you, he slid inside your body. "Oh God."

He chuckled, "Hvitserk is fine." You huffed a laugh through a moan and he sped up slowly, ending in his hips slamming into yours while you bucked to match his speed. He felt you contract around him, his hand coming to rub your clit while he kissed you like you had the last breath of air in your lungs.

"Give me one more." You were powerless to resist, clenching around him. His pace faltered and he half fell on top of you. He grunted and you felt him pulse inside you, "holy shit, that was something."

You giggled, "I know right." Hvitserk smiled and rubbed his nose with yours, "you stay there, I'll clean us up." He got up and came back a few seconds later with a warm cloth and wiped you down.

"You good, not sore or anything?" You shook your head and opened your arms, "I'm great." He smiled and climbed on top of you, resting his head on your chest. "You good?" He nodded through a yawn.

"Ok then, good night my love."

"Good night y/n."

Part 8

[drivingbatty]

― rory keaner fluff alphabet

i know this is sorta random but what can I say? I love this batty boi💗. I'll probably be doing this with everyone else too! gifs by @bodhirookes

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A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

One thing that is certain about Rory is that he’s not the best at saying “no”. So he’s up for whatever you are! Even though he can get a bit antsy he won’t mind spending a quiet day with you and he won’t mind running around town causing mayhem. He’s very neutral is what I’m saying. If he had to pick a favorite though, he loves it when you let him take you flying! He thinks it romantic.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

He admires your kindness and patience. Most people (aside from the Gang) would immediately snap at him for bothering them or asking a ”dumb question” but you answer them without much hesitation or annoyance. And he loves you for that

If we're talking physically, he absolutely loves your smile. Just knowing that his favorite person in the whole world is happy makes him 10x as happy! And he makes sure to let you know that. When you’re sad he’ll poke your face or do something stupid to get you to smile.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

He's not the best with words so he'll try to cheer you up the best can. Just tell him what you need, and he’s got you. Snacks? He’s already back in 5 seconds with your favorites. More tissues? Bam, he’s brought you a baker’s dozen of boxes because he didn’t know what brand to get. Cuddles? Hell yeah!

 D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

He doesn't have any plans, he just hopes that you two will be together until the day you die. Rory’s an “in the moment” thinker and he plans on being in this teenage honeymoon stage forever. He might turn you though, but only if you're okay with it.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

He likes to believe he's the man in the relationship as most teen boys would, but he's hella soft and if you so much as look disapprovingly at him he'll shut up pretty quickly. So yeah, he's pretty passive.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

Rory is not very good at holding grudges. So he's very quick to forgive you whenever you have a disagreement, which rarely happens since he's pretty hard to upset. If things ever somehow managed to escalate he'd stay quiet until your done talking to apologize and change the subject. He really hates arguing and wants it to be over as soon as possible.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

He thinks about how lucky he is everyday and will never take anything for granted. He's not used to receiving attention (physical or otherwise) so he'll dwell on even the smallest things forever. He just can't believe that you are interested in him.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

He might hide his vampire-ism for awhile due to Ethan and Benny, since apparently not everyone finds being with an undead creature of the night appealing. Aside from that he's an open book! He has a tendency to ramble so there will be virtually no secrets between you two.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

Congrats, you've just made him even more clingy! Now he's physically incapable of being alone for too long and will seek you out because he misses you :( even if its been like 10 minutes

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Rory doesn't get jealous due to his issues with social cues so he won't overthink any interactions you and someone else may be having. But on the off chance that he does get jealous he'll just get really pouty and try to drag you to do something else.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Rory is pretty inexperienced in the smooching department but he tries his best. His kisses are kinda stiff at first but the more comfortable he gets the warmer they are and the more he seeks them out. Surprise kisses are his personal favorite. He also loves doing the exaggerated 'mwah' sound too, the goof.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

Being the wannabe Casanova he is, I feel like he asked you out a million times before you actually said yes. The time you said yes he actually tried to ditch the pick up lines and be sincere about it. I mean, how could you say no that face?

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

Eh, he's thought about it. Again he's never really been known to think ahead so it probably doesn't cross his mind all too often. But if he was asked he'd most likely say yes since "That's what people usually do, right?"

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

Literally every single one in the book. He's also pretty creative if "spice angel" and "blonde hottie mclovely" is anything to go off of. So you have an endless supply of petnames coming your way. His favorites are probably sweetcheeks, angel face, gum drop, fruit cake, and ragamuffin. He's very corny.

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

You're all he will talk about. Ethan and Benny will be tired of it pretty soon. He'll also become more susceptible to his floating quirk whenever you so much as look at him. His head's in the clouds and his heart is full. Impressing you will become a main priority and he will not leave you alone. He's basically a lovesick puppy that follows you around.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Rory is very upfront about it. He's always bragging about you to everyone in the vicinity and he will be damned if someone won't hear about you atleast 5 times that day. He wants people to be jealous. And they should be! He gets to date you and they can't! The poor fools.

As for physical attention, he might be kinda shy to it at first. He's a teen boy and while things like that are exciting, he's also scared of embarrassing himself. So he mostly held your hand everywhere and refused to let go. But once he gets comfortable expect everything to be going your way. Pecks on the mouth, cheek, hugging, hand holding, the whole works! Though he won't do anything to risque like making out or anything.

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

Oddly enough, Rory is pretty good at reading your face. Or maybe he just worries about you alot. All you know is that any minute that you're not beaming with joy he's already asking what's wrong and if he can help. He just really doesn't want to see you upset so he'll make sure to check up on you when he can.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

All Rory knows about romance are loads of cliches he's seen. He use to play up how bad alot of them were before he was with you, but now? Ho boy, they are his only language. Getting you gifts, saying weird lines, attempting to get dressed up for dates, and getting flowers (he'll do this no matter what gender you are and you can't tell me otherwise). Though he fumbles in the "smooth" part of the romantic gestures, he's really trying.

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

He believes in you so much its insane! He's literally your biggest fan when it comes to anything.

"You got a test coming up and you're worried about passing? There's no need, babe! You're a genius!"

"You're doing a certain extra curricular or club? Everyone is gonna be jealous of your greatnes. They can't compete!"

Hell, he'll even encourage you in things that sound absolutely terrible.

"Wanna try and eat 5 whole tacos in 1 minute? I'll go set the timer!"

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

Being with him is honestly a series of surprises. You never know what you're in for whenever you two meet up. Sometimes you might even get pulled into whatever The Gang™️ want to solve. But you guys have one routine of always having a movie night on Fridays. Cuddling and snack binging ensue.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

Even though he's scatter-brained he actually has a pretty great memory, especially when it comes to you. He notices a lot of your ticks due to almost always being around you somehow.

Rory doesn't always get social cues, so some things may fly over his head. But once he understands the situation he totally has your back.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

Rory doesn't have . . . a lot of priorities. He has his friends, his mom, and virtually nothing else. So you're pretty high on his list of important things! If he could, he would most likely die for you (although possibly by accident).

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

He always visits you in the morning. Since vampires don't need to sleep he's usually already there before you wake up. And he'll be super annoying while trying to wake you up too. Then after you get ready you both go to school together, either by flight or just walking.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

Definitely! As I said before, PDA isn't a big problem for him and he's still just as affectionate in private. I'd have to say he prefers kissing but he's honestly up to anything when it comes to you.

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

He can do pretty fine on his own at first, but he gets pretty bummed after a while. But like, its not like he can't see you. This man got all the way to FLORIDA I doubt he'll let a little bit of distance get in the way of you two.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

Again, he would die for you. He'd even commit a felony for you if he had to! Honestly you might need to teach him that he has a choice and that he doesn't have to do everything for you.

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